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 Astroglide 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