The bath

Christine was still nervous when she walked to his house which was just off campus. After all, she had only spent a little time with him and all most all of it was sexual. Timidly she knocked on the door.
 
“Come in,” Steve said opening the door.
 
“Thank you, Master.”
 
“Here, you get one glass of wine but that’s it. I’m not getting you in trouble for drinking. We will start off the afternoon sessions with a bath. Give us a chance to talk and relax. The tub is full. Down there on the left. If you would go get undressed and wait for me in the tub it would be wonderful. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
 
The water was green from a body wash and had rose petals floating on top. All around the room were candles. Must have been twenty of them. Il Divo was playing on the CD player. One of her favorite groups. How could he know that? She got undressed and sank into the warm water. In just a minute he joined her.
 
“Master, the music, I love that group. How did you know?”
 
“I didn’t. My exwife was born in Italy and it was one of her favorite groups. I got hooked on them too.”
 
“I am Italian, Master.”
 
“Oh I knew that the first time I laid eyes on you.”
 
“You did?” she blushed.
 
“Yes, come sit between my legs and let me wash your back. So tell me. Was yesterday your first spanking?”
 
“Yes, Master, but I have wanted one forever. I want a flogging too.”
 
“We can arrange that one day. Are you an anal virgin?
 
“I don’t know how to answer that. Yes, I’ve had a cock there but not long. I made him stop.”
 
“We can work up to that. I’m in no hurry to fuck your sweet ass. But when I do, they’ll be no stopping me. All my sluts must be three holed ones.”
 
“I would never tell you to stop, Master. No matter how much it hurt. It is good to talk to you Master. It makes me less nervous when I feel I know you. You know every girl in your class has a crush on you.”
 
“I kind of doubt that. Besides, I have the one I wanted right here in my tub.”
 
She blushed. Then sighed as his wet soapy hands found her full breasts and squeezed them. Then he began pinching her large hard nipples.
 
“That feels good Master.”
 
“Now get on your hands and knees. I need to wash your pussy and ass. Or should I say my pussy.”
 
“It is your pussy, Master.”
 
The sea sponge felt so good on her engorged shaved pussy. Her clit was throbbing. She felt his soapy finger enter her ass three times. It felt wonderful with no pain at all.
 
“Christine has anyone licked your ass before?”
 
“No Master, but I would love it if you did.”
 
“Oh I will on every visit I’m sure. My exsub didn’t like it. She let me do it but it’s no fun if you know the person doesn’t like it. She was a clean freak I guess.”
 
“Was she a student too, Master?”
 
“No, you are my first student. I’m risking my job by being with you. But I knew I had to have you the first day you walked into my classroom.”
 
“I wanted you too Master. I just didn’t believe in my wildest dreams it would happen.”
Published in: on December 3, 2009 at 6:09 pm  Comments (2)  

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  1. So how is everyone liking the story? I know it’s not stroke material every day. But I think it is fun to follow a story and wonder what happens next.

  2. It’s great so far WD.

    I do like it when the story builds up and its not all sex all of the time. When the characters get developed and you feel like part of their lives.

    Your bath part of the story is sweet and shows another side of a D/s relationship.

    And yes I do wonder what is going to happen next.


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