My fellow Domina friend also shared my passion for teasing, chastity, and denial, and we often traded favors for the purpose of driving our chastity-caged slaves crazy with sexual frustration. One of my more intense pleasures came when was when she was out of town for the weekend and let me house-sit for her with whatever slave I was amusing myself with.
Her main slave was very handy around the house. She had him make some wicked, special customizations to her bathroom. She designed and had him install some very handy changes to her large bathtub. My friend (let's call her S.) and I both love to indulge in the luxury of a long, hot, scented bath. Right outside the edge of the tub, S. ordered him to install two large eyebolt screws (and re-enforce them) a few feet apart in the ceiling. She also had him do the same to the floor directly under them, only these were slightly larger... so that a leg-spreader can be strapped between them.
In reality, sadly I'm limited: only having a slave tied this way for 45 minutes tops, as having hands tied over head over half an hour starts to be not only uncomfortable but dangerous (pins and needles, losing circulation from them being tied overhead). Though this recording doesn't last THAT long, it's based on something I love to do to my tease and denial submissives. This may be a mere recording--but re-created completely¦all that's missing is to put yourself in his place! If you want to listen a second time, you might want to do it standing nude in a tub and wearing a CB-3000 or other plastic model cock cage. That's one of the elements of genius in the design of that cage and why I love it: waterproof so I can hold a sponge over it, squeeze (the sponge, not you-though I have done this with slaves that had a little more endurance uncaged)and warm sweet-smelling water drips and pours over your hard cock locked up tight!
Got that image?
Good--get something that smells like vanilla or cocoa butter, because I love to use those for bath oils and bubbles. I've got many bath products, but I prefer a thick chunk of imported hand-milled soap about the side of a bar of butter. It smells so divine, like a sweet vanilla cupcake, almost edible. I have to hold it in both hands, though of course, tease that I am, I might let it slip out of my grip so I can bend slooowly over at the waist to pick it up and continue lathering my smooth skin with it.
Imagine all your muscles stretched so tightly and my body so achingly close to you that you can feel the heat radiate from my slick slippery skin. My honey-colored hair is pinned up on top of my head with tendrils falling around my face, a few brushing my shoulders. I use black or red-lacquered chopsticks to pin my hair up... it gives me a Bardot look and I love to show off, I admit it!
Especially with a captive audience; just the idea of it makes me wet as I type this.
The hot water- and maybe the rush of power I'm feeling-is making my cheeks (above and below)flush pink. My bright pink toenails peek through the creamy suds, as do my fingernails when I dip them below the surface. A few drops of moisture, so tiny, bead lightly over my full upper lip. My tongue, the color of a spring rose petal, darts out to taste them, and I make sure to look you in the eye for that. When I stand, the suds slide gently down my slick skin and lush curves. I make sure you get some good long looks, because there isn't anything you can do about it. My nipples match the color of my tongue. Since you are so close, maybe I'll use my sea sponge on you, and if you're not caged, touch your skin instead of just dripping or pouring water over it.
Or maybe I won't let my body touch yours at all-- though you are so close that when I stand or shift my position, my ripe ivory skin may brush against you --whoops! THAT sure as hell wouldn't calm you down any, would it?
Well, there's nothing you can do but watch and if I let you (don't you dare start whining too much, because wet washcloths stuffed in your mouth will probably make your jaw ache eventually) beg me.
Tell me, plead with me about what you want!
because you aren't in a position to get it, not now, not later... I just get such a rush of pleasure hearing you beg!
Yes, I said it, beg me.
Want to hear what I do to you next? Oh, HELL yes you do! Click HERE for the hotter-than-hell sequel!
I'm not ashamed to tell you again how I LOVE to hear you beg.
Depending on the heat, the small windows may steam up. I don't need your cock or even your hands to pleasure me.
Imagine my hand-held shower massager...
If you're very obedient, I may give you a chance to replace it...
LISTING
CHAT
GOODIES
FEEDBACK
