Taking the chain from her, he clipped one end to the collar and let the heavy links hang between her breasts. She sighed softly, her eyes shining with excitement and desire. Liam’s cock tingled in response, dominance rising like a powerful beast inside him.
He stood in front of his beautiful sub girl. “Are you ready to submit to me today, sub Allie?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her blue eyes were wide, her nipples erect.
“I’m going to use the hose. The water will be cold, its stream intense. I will both torture and pleasure you.” Retrieving the stepstool from its place beside the submersion tub, he climbed it to attach the other end of the chain to a hook embedded in the wall for the purpose.
Stepping down, Liam admired the curve of her high, round breasts. Her nipples were distended and engorged with blood. Unable to resist, Liam reached for them, rolling and squeezing them until Allie winced. Her nipples still caught in his grip, he continued, “For this exercise I’m not going to bind you, other than this symbolic chain around your throat. You will raise your arms and place your hands behind your head. You will maintain that position, unless or until I tell you otherwise. You will stand with your legs spread wide, your pelvis tilted forward so that I have access to that sweet cunt of yours. You will not pull away from the water stream and you will not come, no matter how much I stimulate you. Are we crystal clear on this, sub Allie?” Releasing her nipples, he stepped back.
Allie swallowed hard and blinked several times, as if gathering her submissive courage. She looked both nervous and eager.
“Answer the question, sub girl,” Liam said sternly. He reached between her legs and pressed a finger into her hot, wet cunt.
Allie gasped, but managed to reply, “Yes, Sir Liam. We are clear.”
Satisfied, Liam went over to the hose that was hung over a large hook nearby. He unwound the hose and placed his finger on the nozzle’s trigger. He turned the splitter on the faucet so the water would run out of the spigot not attached to the hose, in order to adjust the temperature. He placed his hand beneath the running water. Icy cold. He turned on the hot tap just enough so the temperature would keep her alert, without freezing her to death. Finally, he turned the splitter so the water would spray from the nozzle.
Stepping back, he adjusted the nozzle to a soft spray and aimed it in Allie’s direction.
She squeezed her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” he directed. “I want you fully present.” He waited a moment as Allie complied. Then he pressed the trigger, directing the water against Allie’s legs as he gave her a chance to adjust to its temperature and intensity.
“Oh, it’s cold, Sir,” she said, dancing on her toes as the water hit her thighs.
“It could be a lot colder,” Liam advised. “If this were a punishment, rather than an exercise, I wouldn’t have added any hot water. Now, stop dancing and stay still. Spread your legs wider and thrust your pelvis forward. Keep your back arched.”
Allie shifted as directed, her eyes fixed on the hose, her hands behind her head. Liam aimed the nozzle upward, skirting past her smooth mons to let the water play against her breasts. Goose bumps rose on her flesh as he soaked her body and limbs with the cold spray. He aimed the stream for one nipple and then the other as Allie shuddered and sighed.
Satisfied she was ready for the next level, Liam adjusted the nozzle for a stronger spray and aimed it toward her sex.
Allie gave a small yelp as the water pummeled her pussy.
“Stay still,” Liam reminded her. Aware of the power of reverse psychology, he added deviously, “And remember, do not come.”
Allie had only orgasmed once in Liam’s presence, as far as he knew, when the Hitachi wand had given her no choice in the matter. Since then, though they’d made love on multiple occasions, and while she’d certainly seemed to enjoy herself, she hadn’t come. But neither had she faked it, and that was the important thing.
Feeling his power, Liam commanded, “Step forward from the wall until I tell you to stop.” He watched as Allie inched carefully forward, her eyes widening as the choke chain tightened around her throat. “Okay, good,” he said. “Now you may lower your arms. I want you to spread your pussy lips with your fingers and angle yourself so your clit is fully exposed to the spray. I want you to hold that position while I torture you with the water.”
Allie hesitated for several seconds before obeying. Liam was about to reprimand her when she lowered her arms and assumed the position, revealing the red, swollen folds of her pretty sex and the small marble of a clit at the center. Liam moved a step closer, aiming the full force of the water at her spread pussy.
Allie moaned and began to squirm.
“Stay still,” Liam admonished sharply. “Offer yourself to me. Prove you’re willing to suffer for me.” He moved the spray in small circles, letting the water cascade over her clit and labia.
Her body trembling, Allie cried, “Oh, god. I’m going to—”
“No, sub Allie,” Liam said firmly. “You. Will. Not. Come.” To give her a little relief, he moved the spray slightly downward so it didn’t directly target her clit.
Allie’s hands slipped as the water hit her right knuckle.
“Get back in position,” Liam barked sharply. “I didn’t tell you to move.” Lowering the hose a moment, he waited until she had properly spread her cunt as directed. He pressed the trigger, aiming the water at her breasts and then moving it down her abdomen and along each thigh.
Finally he focused again on her dripping, reddened cunt. After only thirty seconds or so, she chanted her litany once more: oh, god, oh, god, oh, god… She was shaking, he suspected, not only because of an impending orgasm, but because she was cold. Deciding she had had enough, and not prepared to let her climax, Liam released the trigger.
“You may drop your hands to your sides,” he said. He hung the hose haphazardly over the hook, making a mental note to coil it later. He reached quickly for a large bath towel from the stack he had at the ready nearby. This he wrapped around Allie’s shoulders, allowing her to take hold of the towel as she shivered in its warm folds.
He released the chain and removed the choke collar. “You did reasonably well during the first part of this exercise,” he said. “You had trouble controlling your body, but you did manage to do it with a little help and a few reminders.”
Allie look down, as if embarrassed.
“Look at me,” Liam directed. “This is a new situation for you, isn’t it? Instead of having to fake an orgasm, you are learning to resist it. Quite a change in such a short time, wouldn’t you agree?”
A look of wonderment crossed Allie’s features, followed by a sudden mischievous smile. “It is a change, Sir. And, you know, I’d really like to finish what you started with the water, Sir. I would love to come, if that was possible, Sir.”
Liam laughed as he shook his head. “It’s nice to know what you would like, but, no, that most definitely is not possible, you sweet little slut. Remember, you have to earn it.”
Placing an arm around her shoulders, Liam led Allie to the submersion tub, trying to put as little of his weight as possible on her as they moved. “The next part of this water exercise involves trust and courage. I’m going to bind your arms in front of you. Then you will sit in the tub and when I tap your shoulder, you will lie down in the water until your head and face are fully submerged. When I tap your shoulder again, you will rise. The exercise itself is simple. Executing it with grace and submission is not. Any question so far?”
“Is the water as cold as that spray was?” To emphasize her point, Allie gripped the towel, pulling it closer around her body.
“It’s a good question, and no, you’ll find this quite comfortable. It’s heated to the temperature of a warm bath—about one hundred degrees.”
He left her for a moment, moving toward the wall where he kept his rope collection. He selected several coils of thin, soft nylon rope that was easy to unknot quickly. Returning to Allie, he instructed
her to cross her wrists at her waist. He wrapped the rope snuggly around her wrists and wound it between her legs so she felt its grip along her cunt and between her ass cheeks. Bringing the remaining length around her waist, he knotted it in place. Next, he wrapped her breasts in a crisscross pattern, not so tight that they would turn purple, but more to highlight them as an offering.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Was there anything sexier than a lovely woman naked and bound in rope? Her eyes were shining with anticipation, a softness to her features that he now recognized was brought on by the bondage.
“Your safeword gesture for this exercise will be the bending of your right knee so that it comes out of the water. If I do my job correctly, you won’t need to use this gesture. I’m experienced in this kind of water play. You can actually hold your breath quite a bit longer than you think. I will assist you by covering your nose and mouth with my hand once you are submerged.”
He placed his hands on Allie’s shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “How are you feeling right now?”
“Nervous,” she answered quickly and then, after a pause, “and excited. Empowered. I’m scared, but I feel strong at the same time. Does that even make sense?”
“It makes perfect sense. Bravery only comes into play when we are afraid. The fear, for you, helps you focus. The bondage provides an erotic context, as does giving yourself over to me as your Master. You are still learning to trust me, not only with your mind, but with your body and your spirit.”
His hand still on her shoulders, Liam dipped his head and kissed her lips. They parted eagerly, her tongue slipping out to meet his. Liam’s cock, which had been hard from the moment he’d chained her to the wall for the water play, throbbed in his jeans. He had to fight the sudden impulse to throw her to the ground and take her then and there. Aware the conquest would be all the sweeter after he’d taken her on this new journey, he forced his body to behave.
Letting go of her shoulders, he stepped back. “It’s time, sub Allie. Is your body ready to submit to me?”
Allie squared her shoulders. “Yes, Sir Liam. My body is ready to submit to you.”
“Is your mind ready to submit to me, sub Allie?”
A look of resolve entered Allie’s eyes. “Yes, Sir Liam. My mind is ready to submit to you.”
“Is your spirit ready to submit to me, sub Allie?”
The softness returned, shoulders that had lifted letting go of their tension. “Yes, Sir Liam. My spirit is ready to submit to you.”
Taking her elbow, Liam helped Allie step into the tub. He kept hold of her as she settled into a seated position in the warm water, her legs extended.
Crouching down on the thick rubber bath mat beside the tub, Liam extended his hand and tapped Allie’s shoulder. Her eyes widened suddenly, fear blooming in her expression.
“You can do this,” he urged. “I know you can. Lower yourself into the water. I will tap you when you may rise again.” He waited a beat and then another, silently willing her not to fail, aware she would be angry with herself if she stopped things now.
After a moment, he saw her resolve return. She drew in a deep breath and leaned back, lowering the upper half of her body into the water and not stopping until it closed over her face.
Liam placed his hand over her nose and mouth, though the placement was largely symbolic, as she would hold her breath whether or not his hand was placed there. He could feel the tension in her body, and see it in the rigidity of her muscles. He looked up at the large wall clock, counting the seconds as the secondhand rotated around the face. At twenty seconds, he removed his hand and tapped her shoulder.
Allie sprang up like a character in a horror movie, gasping for air as she shook the water from her face. Liam struggled not to smile at her histrionics. “There, now,” he said in a calm voice. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? You did very well. Now we will do it again.”
He tapped her shoulder again, and this time there was less hesitation before Allie lowered herself into the water. He counted to thirty before he gave her the signal to rise. Again she gasped and shook her head, though with less drama.
“Slow your breathing,” Liam reminded her. “Take slow, deep breaths.” He allowed her a few seconds and then tapped her shoulder once more.
Taking another large breath, Allie sank beneath the water.
Liam watched the clock, letting it move past twenty seconds, past thirty seconds, past forty seconds, all the while his hand over her nose and mouth. Allie began to twitch, pressing her face against his hand. “You can do it,” he said loudly so the sound would reach her even beneath the water. “Just a little longer.”
Though he could feel her rising panic, Liam held her another five seconds before tapping her shoulder.
Again Allie sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, her mouth wide open as she sucked in the life-giving air. “Oh, man!” she gasped. “That really scared me, Sir. I thought my lungs were going to burst.”
“You’re doing really well, sub Allie. I’m impressed for your first time. You’re doing so well in fact, that I think we’ll add another level to the exercise at this point.”
Liam reached for the handle of the storage drawer at the base of the tub and pulled it open. He found what he was looking for and held it up for Allie to see. “This is a waterproof dual-action vibrator. I’m going to insert this in your cunt. Make sure it stays in place. You’ll be under longer this time, and if you feel like you can’t handle it, just focus on the pleasure. But remember”—he fixed her with a warning stare—”you are not to come. You do not have permission.”
Allie’s expressive face revealed both desire and trepidation as Liam applied lubricant to the both heads of the vibrator. “Stand up and spread your legs.”
Allie obeyed, and Liam tried not to be too distracted by the water falling off her beautiful, bound body. His cock and balls ached as he slid the rubber penis into Allie’s tight cunt and positioned the clit tickler in place. When he was done, he looked up at her. “Sit down in the water again. Make sure it doesn’t fall out.”
Allie sat carefully. Liam reached into the water and twisted the base of the vibrator, bringing it to life. He could hear its muffled whirr beneath the water.
Liam tapped her shoulder.
Drawing in a deep breath, Allie sank beneath the water.
His hand again covering her nose and mouth, Liam held Allie down for a full forty-five seconds. This time she didn’t struggle or panic, though she did rear up as quickly as before when he gave her the signal.
Without giving her much time to recover, he tapped her shoulder, again keeping her down for forty-five seconds. When she burst out of the water, she cried breathlessly, “Sir Liam, that vibrator is really intense. I’m afraid I’m going to—”
“Control yourself,” Liam interrupted. “You do not have permission.”
He tapped her shoulder once more. As the second hand swept past the forty second mark and moved to fifty and then fifty-five, Allie began to push against his hand, panic making her body rigid, even as the vibrator brought her close to the edge of orgasm. Not until sixty seconds had passed did Liam remove his hand and tap Allie’s shoulder.
She came up, gasping and sputtering, her chest heaving, her eyes wild. Sensing she was about to protest she couldn’t take any more, Liam headed her off by saying, “The exercise is over. I’m pleased with you, my brave, courageous girl.”
Allie visibly calmed at this, her mouth closing, her body relaxing. Liam reached into the water and turned off the vibrator, and then gently withdrew it from her body. “Let me help you up.”
Liam stood and took Allie’s elbow as she got to her feet. Working quickly, he had the rope unknotted and removed within a matter of seconds. Reaching for a fresh towel, he wrapped it around Allie’s shoulders and helped her from the tub.
Not caring that she was still wet, Liam pulled her into his arms and held her close. He could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she was still breath
ing rapidly. Her soft, round breasts were mashed against his bare chest and his shaft was like a bar of steel between them.
He had intended to lead her to the recovery couch, but suddenly the iron self-control he’d been exerting since they’d entered the dungeon failed him. Clutching her, he sank to the thick rubber bath mat, pulling her down with him. He laid her on her back on the mat and scooted back to crouch between her legs, placing his hands on either slender thigh to hold her open for his kiss.
Hungrily, eagerly, he lowered his face to her damp sex and drew his tongue along the delicate, swollen folds. Allie shuddered, her fingers curling in his hair. He licked in a circle around the hard nubbin of her clit and then lapped along her inner labia as she panted and sighed. He suckled and teased her until her body began its telltale tremble. A low, feral moan issued from over his head.
Liam pulled away. He had her right where he wanted her. “No,” he said forcefully. “You will not come. Not yet.”
Allie lay as she was, knees bent, legs spread open in wanton invitation, her eyes closed, her head thrown back, the color high on her cheeks, throat and chest.
Liam ripped at his jeans, yanking them down and kicking them away as fast as he could. Lifting himself over her, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and nudged forward. It was as if tiny hands clutched at his shaft, pulling it inside as her vaginal muscles clamped down in a hot, tight welcome.
He lifted and lowered himself, swiveling his hips until his cock made contact with her sweet spot. Her strong legs wrapped around him, drawing him deeper inside. He focused on holding on, not wanting to come until he finished with his cock what he’d started with his mouth.
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