Lord X is downstairs and I’ve decided it’s time for a nice warm bath to relax and unload from the busy day, both the children are asleep, I’ve done all my domestic chores. I need to pamper myself a little. Every submissive knows they need a good pampering once in awhile.
I love baths. I’m a grown woman with two kids and I just adore a nice hot bath. I’m not usually very good about keeping my cellphone on me, but Lord X is adamant I start keeping better tabs on it, so I have the phone on the tub side while I sink into the warm bliss of water. I close my eyes and remember when Lord X and I were fucking yesterday, he had his hands wrapped around my neck (careful of the larynx as always) as I was riding him cowgirl style. Just at the right moment he released the choke and slapped me across the face during the perfect moment: the peak of climax. He always has such good timing on me! It had been an incredible extended climax.
My hand drifts down to my sex and I pull back my labia to expose my vulva better with one hand, then I start touching myself with the other hand, stroking my fingers across my sex in feather light movement thinking of what we’d done. The warm water is so sensual and it laps against my nipples at my hand’s movement.
Suddenly my cellphone beeps and I freeze and peek over at the message.
X: What are you doing?
Hmm… I smile and dry off one of my hands, then type him back.
Silver: Touching myself.
I wait a beat.
X: You thinking about yesterday?
Silver: Yes, I just love it when you slap me across the face during an orgasm.
X: You’re such a freak, Silver.
I love it when he teases me about our kinky ways. I could say the same thing back to him, I muse to myself. But it doesn’t have the same effect on him as it does on me.
Silver: I know. ;P
When he doesn’t text me back I feel pouty, but I decide to never mind, perhaps he isn’t in the mood or stressed. I set down my phone and begin playing with my nipples, and then I take one up to my mouth and give it a nice suck.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and there is my Lord X is standing in the door. He smiles at me.
“Did I interrupt something?” he asks so innocently. “You know, I think I’ll take a bath too,” he says and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. I watch as one button after another reveals his nice chiseled torso. I try not to let my mouth water. Wow, I could just run my tongue down that terrain of hotness.
“Like what you see, huh?” he winks at me and gives me a debonair grin.
I quickly take my gaze away from him and look down into the water. Sometimes I feel a little out of place with him. I was the girl who wore baggy shirts and ankle length skirts growing up. Since I have big boobs the baggy shirts made me look especially huge everywhere else. I know I’m not ugly and I would be horrified if my own daughter saw herself as ugly based on such a premise, but my self esteem had taken a beating due to peer criticism during my formative years and despite Lord X telling me differently… well, he’s hot and always has been seen as hot.
“You seem kind of upset? Do you not want to take a bath with me?” X asks me.
“X, you could have any girl and you chose me? Why?” I boldly look up at him in my exposed state in the water.
“You’re my type,” Lord X states firmly. “You’re curvy and soft. That is my type. You’re also so very kinky the way I love it. But you know what else? I’m in love with you and keep falling back in love with you.”
“Thank you, honey,” I say, getting emotional.
“By the way, Silver, you are noticed, believe me, by other men.” X says, then, “Okay, scoot over, I’m getting in,” he dismisses the matter and my weepiness, and pulls off his pants and underwear.
I do as I’m told and he sits behind me, his body so close to mine, his manhood resting right on my back. I sigh. This is perfection.
He reaches around and takes my buoyant breasts in his hands. “Why don’t you help wash me, my beautiful pet?”
I shiver at the words and turn and slide up onto him with my breasts pressed against his hard chest. “Is that what my lord wants?”
“Yes, beautiful,” he says again. He’s emphasizing the word beautiful. He knows I need to hear it.
I take a washcloth and soap it up, then I start working on his shoulders, all the while I rub my breasts against him, he tugs on my exposed nipples a couple of times and then runs his tongue along them, when I stop to moan he says, “What are you doing? Get back to work.”
Oh, he’s being deliciously mean now. I’m so into it too.
One of his hands reaches down to my sex and swishes the water around it, never touching, just teasing me with the proximity. It’s torture, but I lather up his arms and chest and torso. I stop when I reach his groin and his now aroused penis which is pointing above the water level.
“Don’t stop there,” he says with a challenging tone.
My pleasure, I muse with a sexy smile spreading across my lips and move the cloth up and down his length a couple of times and then around his balls and backdoor area.
“OH!” I cry as he hooks my cunt in his hand and gives a gentle tug upward so I’m aloft with sensation of pleasure.
“I’m going to cum all over your breasts while I hold you by the cunt,” he states.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
“I’m looking to have a happy ending, Silver,” he says mischievously, “and I won’t let you go until you give it to me.” He’s holding me in the most intimate part of my body tighter, and rubbing one finger against my clitoris… oh, my, I’m about to cum.
I obediently pump my hands up and down his length to the rhythm he’s trained me to. The tip of my tongue flicks against the swollen head every other beat.
X, ever true to his word, won’t let me go. He’s got me by the cunt, and I’m completely at his mercy. He continues to tease me with the rubbing and pressure of his hand there.
Couple-in-Tub-150x150Finally I break. I cry out his name as an orgasm overtakes me, I can feel my cunt throbbing and swallowing at the hook of his fingers. My hands pump him faster and faster as my climax peaks. He finds release at that moment and his semen spurts out against my breasts, hitting the sensitive nipples making my entire body alive with pleasure.
Finally both of us let go of the other and fall back in the tub, spent and sated.
“Oh, that–that was amazing,” I pant.
“See? You’re definitely my type, Silver.”
I can only smile in that euphoric, I just-had-a-freaking-good-orgasm way.
I love baths. I’m a grown woman with two kids and I just adore a nice hot bath. I’m not usually very good about keeping my cellphone on me, but Lord X is adamant I start keeping better tabs on it, so I have the phone on the tub side while I sink into the warm bliss of water. I close my eyes and remember when Lord X and I were fucking yesterday, he had his hands wrapped around my neck (careful of the larynx as always) as I was riding him cowgirl style. Just at the right moment he released the choke and slapped me across the face during the perfect moment: the peak of climax. He always has such good timing on me! It had been an incredible extended climax.
My hand drifts down to my sex and I pull back my labia to expose my vulva better with one hand, then I start touching myself with the other hand, stroking my fingers across my sex in feather light movement thinking of what we’d done. The warm water is so sensual and it laps against my nipples at my hand’s movement.
Suddenly my cellphone beeps and I freeze and peek over at the message.
X: What are you doing?
Hmm… I smile and dry off one of my hands, then type him back.
Silver: Touching myself.
I wait a beat.
X: You thinking about yesterday?
Silver: Yes, I just love it when you slap me across the face during an orgasm.
X: You’re such a freak, Silver.
I love it when he teases me about our kinky ways. I could say the same thing back to him, I muse to myself. But it doesn’t have the same effect on him as it does on me.
Silver: I know. ;P
When he doesn’t text me back I feel pouty, but I decide to never mind, perhaps he isn’t in the mood or stressed. I set down my phone and begin playing with my nipples, and then I take one up to my mouth and give it a nice suck.
Suddenly the door to the bathroom opens and there is my Lord X is standing in the door. He smiles at me.
“Did I interrupt something?” he asks so innocently. “You know, I think I’ll take a bath too,” he says and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. I watch as one button after another reveals his nice chiseled torso. I try not to let my mouth water. Wow, I could just run my tongue down that terrain of hotness.
“Like what you see, huh?” he winks at me and gives me a debonair grin.
I quickly take my gaze away from him and look down into the water. Sometimes I feel a little out of place with him. I was the girl who wore baggy shirts and ankle length skirts growing up. Since I have big boobs the baggy shirts made me look especially huge everywhere else. I know I’m not ugly and I would be horrified if my own daughter saw herself as ugly based on such a premise, but my self esteem had taken a beating due to peer criticism during my formative years and despite Lord X telling me differently… well, he’s hot and always has been seen as hot.
“You seem kind of upset? Do you not want to take a bath with me?” X asks me.
“X, you could have any girl and you chose me? Why?” I boldly look up at him in my exposed state in the water.
“You’re my type,” Lord X states firmly. “You’re curvy and soft. That is my type. You’re also so very kinky the way I love it. But you know what else? I’m in love with you and keep falling back in love with you.”
“Thank you, honey,” I say, getting emotional.
“By the way, Silver, you are noticed, believe me, by other men.” X says, then, “Okay, scoot over, I’m getting in,” he dismisses the matter and my weepiness, and pulls off his pants and underwear.
I do as I’m told and he sits behind me, his body so close to mine, his manhood resting right on my back. I sigh. This is perfection.
He reaches around and takes my buoyant breasts in his hands. “Why don’t you help wash me, my beautiful pet?”
I shiver at the words and turn and slide up onto him with my breasts pressed against his hard chest. “Is that what my lord wants?”
“Yes, beautiful,” he says again. He’s emphasizing the word beautiful. He knows I need to hear it.
I take a washcloth and soap it up, then I start working on his shoulders, all the while I rub my breasts against him, he tugs on my exposed nipples a couple of times and then runs his tongue along them, when I stop to moan he says, “What are you doing? Get back to work.”
Oh, he’s being deliciously mean now. I’m so into it too.
One of his hands reaches down to my sex and swishes the water around it, never touching, just teasing me with the proximity. It’s torture, but I lather up his arms and chest and torso. I stop when I reach his groin and his now aroused penis which is pointing above the water level.
“Don’t stop there,” he says with a challenging tone.
My pleasure, I muse with a sexy smile spreading across my lips and move the cloth up and down his length a couple of times and then around his balls and backdoor area.
“OH!” I cry as he hooks my cunt in his hand and gives a gentle tug upward so I’m aloft with sensation of pleasure.
“I’m going to cum all over your breasts while I hold you by the cunt,” he states.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
“I’m looking to have a happy ending, Silver,” he says mischievously, “and I won’t let you go until you give it to me.” He’s holding me in the most intimate part of my body tighter, and rubbing one finger against my clitoris… oh, my, I’m about to cum.
I obediently pump my hands up and down his length to the rhythm he’s trained me to. The tip of my tongue flicks against the swollen head every other beat.
X, ever true to his word, won’t let me go. He’s got me by the cunt, and I’m completely at his mercy. He continues to tease me with the rubbing and pressure of his hand there.
Couple-in-Tub-150x150Finally I break. I cry out his name as an orgasm overtakes me, I can feel my cunt throbbing and swallowing at the hook of his fingers. My hands pump him faster and faster as my climax peaks. He finds release at that moment and his semen spurts out against my breasts, hitting the sensitive nipples making my entire body alive with pleasure.
Finally both of us let go of the other and fall back in the tub, spent and sated.
“Oh, that–that was amazing,” I pant.
“See? You’re definitely my type, Silver.”
I can only smile in that euphoric, I just-had-a-freaking-good-orgasm way.
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