Archive-name: Bondage/bathtub.txt

Archive-author: Stewart Millhouse

Archive-title: Bathtub Bondage





    When people conjure up images of bound women, they usually envision damsels

in distress, securely bound on beds, chairs, or other bondage locations. Not

too many people would consider bathtub bondage, but hopefully by the end of my

story, there will be a few converts to the cause.

   Why bondage in water? Some of you are likely pondering this question. 

Actually my wife and bondage partner, Francine, and I never were bondage 

enthusiasts. We tried bondage once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic 

appeal for us both.

   Our water-filled bondage fantasies began quite innocently. One day, Francine 

was in the shower, washing her soft curvaceous body. I stood at the sink, 

naked, as I finished shaving.

   "Honey would you mind sponging off my back?" Francine asked. "I can't quite 

reach the middle."

   "Sure," I answered, climbing in behind her. I sponged her back and then as 

I prepared to leave the tub, I stepped right into a pair of her silky black

panty hose, hanging down from the shower curtain. I'm always complaining to her

about how they make me feel like I'm walking into a spider's webb.

   We're always playing childish pranks on one another, so I decided to do 

something to make her livid with anger. I would tie her hands with the panty 

hose, connect the panty hose to the shower rod and leave her stranded in the 

tub for a few minutes while I walked out of the room.

   "Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?" I asked 

her. I want to wash you some more." She placed her hands behind her back, 

oblivious to my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the 

hosiery around her wrists, knotting it securley. Then I drew the other leg

over the curtain. She was immobile for the moment.

   "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Of all the stupid 

pranks. Only you would do something as juvenile as this. Untie me right now!"

   "When I'm good and ready," I replied. "I think I'll go read the paper for 

a few minutes."

   Francie was perturbed to put it mildly. the veins stood out in her neck,

while the misty water sprayed her. I left the room and returned a mere five 

minutes later, since my mischievious games are generally short lived. When I

went to untie her, she was the one who shocked me by saying, "Don't untie me,

just Fuck me." And she bent over as far as possible, leaving her perfect butt

cheeks sticking up in the air.

   My cock was rock hard. I didn't need any lubricant since my shaft was 

already wet from the water. I parted her butt cheeks, easing my throbbing 

prick up her tight chute. A soft, "ahh," escaped from between her lips.

   It was intresting how she no longer protested about what I had done to her.

Her anger had turned to pleasure.

   Anal sex is a favorite activity of ours, but here in the tub with my wife's 

hands tied together, it took on a new meaning. Francine was really starting to 

get into this bathtub bondage scenario. She undulated her hips wildly as her 

anal muscles tugged frantically at my shaft. I slid rythmically in her asshole,

as I grabbed her pendulous breasts, fondling them gently.

   "Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Come up my ass." Then a half minute later

she cried out, "HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!"

   Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking like a bowl of jello

while my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her dark hole. After 

another thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return. I came with a 

violent ejaculation, spraying a volly of sizzling semen deep toward her bowels.

      That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I shot four waves of 

semen into her backside. My cock ached from the intensity of my orgasm. I'd

never felt so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine seemed to go insane

with the ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even though she wasn't 

able to touch her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream of pussy cream down

the insides of her legs, while the last of my come flooded her backside.

   When I widthdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy. It took 

awhile to recover. "I don't know what possessed you to tie me up like that," 

she noted, "but thank goodness you did. After the pantyhose had been around my

wrist a while, I got so increadibly horny I couldn't believe it.

   I untied her and helped her off. When we went into the bedroom the bondage 

was all we could talk about. We were so enthusiastic, like teens discussing sex

for the first time. The potential of bathtub bondage intregued us.

   The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn't be so 

spontaneous now that we could plan things out. I began filling up the tub with

water while Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later 

wearing very sexy lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing.

   She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought

her massive breasts would poke through the front and around the waist was a 

lace garter belt with thigh high nylons reaching up to grip the garter snaps.

On her feet were black leather pumps.

   "You were planning on bathing?" I asked her, feeling so aroused that I 

wondered why we just didn't fuck in the middle of the hall.

   "It's just a little something I threw together," she grinned. "Actually, 

I've always had a fantasy of just getting in the tub in my lingerie. I guess

this is the ideal opportunity to try it out."

   Who was I to argue with her? Francine had several implements of bondage

already in the bathroom, consisting of nylons and pantyhose and her body was 

trembling, as if she was standing on a rumbling volcano. Her face was flushed

almost as red as the stockings she was wearing. When the tub was half-full, she

climbed in, laying on her back. The water quickly covered every inch of her 

body, sexy lingerie plastered to her skin.

   I undressed quickly, exposing my massive cock. Francine's deep blue eyes 

widened when she saw it. Veins stuck out majestically. I began by taking a pair

of pantyhose, binding my wife's wrists above her head, tying the hosiery to the

towel holder above her. I raised her lithe legs from the water, tying a couple 

of nylons around her ankles. Now she was totally helpless, a bathtub prisoner.

Her pussy was half submerged, vaginal lips exposed, lukewarm water splashing 

around her pink protrusion.

   As I figured ways of going down on her, I spied our shower massager. A 

decidedly kinky notion crossed my mind, which would be a surprise for my wife.

I tied a pair of black nylons around her eyes. "Hey, what are you doing?" she

protested. "This isn't a part of bondage."

   Don't worry," I told her. "Just relax." She wouldn't relax. Instead she

constantly argued about having her vision impared. So to stifle her gasps, I

stuffed a pair of panty hose past her luscious lips. I know it wasn't fair to 

spring a blindfold, then a gag on her, but once she calmed down I knew she 

would experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

   "You'er going to thank me for this very soon," I explained, even though she

was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager to the taps.

Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered it toward her

boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions. 

It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went 

stiff as starch.

   The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her 

cervix, clitorus, and vagina walls. It felt like millions of tiny fingers were

fondling Francine's snatch. Francine was moaning with passion! I rotated the 

massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure. Her body was one massive

convulsion. In her frenzied movements she kicked off her high heels. It 

floated, spike up in the water. I sensed my wife getting closer to her release. I kept the nozzle firmly

against her cunt lips, giving her a final few tormenting blasts of water, 

before all hell broke loose. "Mmmmm, mmmmm," she muttered through the gossamer

gag as she was caught in the turbulent throes of a sense shattering orgasm,

which encompassed her body like a blanket.

  She'd never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her secretions were

spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish I had been fast 

enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the 

massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from 

her eyes, and the gag from her mouth.

   "That was damn sneaky," she repremanded me in a good natured manner. "And I

loved it!"

   "I couldn't resist that surprise," I told her.

   "Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my 

throat."

   I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with

my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since my had her sexual

release, I needed mine desperately.

   I guided my shaft past her anxious lips, as she engulfed me with her mouth.

It was like a prison door snapping shut around me. Her tongue darted all over

my prick, like a competitive athlete, trying to beat an existing record.

  She bathed my prick with her talented tongue, licking more enthusiastically

than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage had transformed her from a 

passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal of energy into her work. As 

sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant,

mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed

mouth and was getting closer to exploding.

   I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term.

But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn't hold back 

another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic

manner.

   Francie's tongue didn't let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to 

draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream.

My pistol empty, I moved off her shoulders, letting her lick down the last of

my come in peace.

   After she finished savoring my frothy delight, I asked her if she was still

comfortable or whether she wanted me to untie her. "Don't think unpure 

thoughts," she quipped. "I could stay like this the rest of the week. Now there

is a certain part of my anatomy that needs a bit more attention. The shower 

sprayer was fine but I can think of something long and hard that will do the 

job quite nicely."

   I may have come once that evening but there was more juice left in my pole.

I floated between her thighs, like a submarine tunneling through water, heading

for that special target. I eased my shaft past swollen pink lips, scoring a 

direct hit in her love tunnel. What a unique feeling it is, fucking while your 

shaft is submerged in water and in a pussy simultaneously.

   The water beat against my scrotal sac like waves as I thrust back and forth

in her vagina. Francine gyrated in a sultry bump and grind routine, the water

slapping around us. The entire room smelled of our arousal, the scent as pungent

as perfume.

   Francine moved her head from side to side, gasps and shrieks constantly

coming from between her lips. As my cock floated in it's watery coccoon, the 

pressure in my dick was increasing. There was no need to fight the feeling any 

longer. Nature had taken her course.

   Thick wads of semen started their ascent up my pole. Upon contact with her 

cunt, my come burned like fire. She let out a wild gasp as her eyes went 

slightly glazed and I noticed a deep sense of calm as the last of my juices

entered her.

   We soon had to call a halt to our bathtub game. It was a beautiful way to 

end the evening and we knew that there would be many more times to practice our

new fetish. Why exhaust our possibilities in one evening?

   Bathing has taken on an entirely new meaning for the both of us. We don't

simply clean ourselves up, though I'm sure we will be cleaner now that we are

combining bathing and bondage more frequently. So here's a bit of advice from

two people who have been there. "Rub a dub dub, tie her up in the tub!" Your

sex life will never be the same again!



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