I have no idea how long I laid there, quietly whimpering to myself and wishing for release before I finally fell asleep. All I know is that I awoke sometime with an extremely dry throat and an incredible need for the washroom. I listened intently as I allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness and I could hear your deep and laboured breathing from across the room. I debated with myself for about fifteen minutes before I knew I could not wait any longer without totally embarrassing myself.

Taking a deep breath, I did what I knew I had to do, “Master?” I called gently and waited for your response. When none came, I tried again, a little louder and sounding a little more desperate despite my intention otherwise, “Master?”

I heard you moving and once more tried again, still louder, “Master….”

“What do you want bitch?” came your annoyed and sleepy sounding reply.

“Master please, may I have a drink of water and use the washroom?” I asked. You did not respond but I did hear you moving and felt you coming closer. You leaned over me and unlocked the handcuffs freeing my hands, which instinctively reached out to you even as you slapped them away. “Did I give you permission to touch me, slave?” you growled as you undid the spreader bar to free my legs. Even as you did so you warned me, “Don’t try anything. Let’s go,” you commanded as you yanked me upright by my arms and dragged me off the table, pulling me up the stairs to the kitchen.

After allowing me to quench my thirst, you directed me by the small of my back, down the hall and into the bathroom off the master suite where you pushed me into the shower. “Master please,” I begged, “I need to use the washroom.”

You just laughed under your breath as you commanded me to stand still and await your return. I did as you asked, crossing my legs in pure desperation, trying not to release my waste right there.

I groaned audibly when you returned with leather wrist straps, which you securely fastened to each of my wrists and then to the hooks that hung from each of the shower heads in the master bathroom, one on each side of the shower. “I’ll be right back, slave,” you threatened as you turned the shower on so that the warm water began to rain down on me.<o></o>

The moment you turned your back to leave the room, I took advantage of the situation, and despite my embarrassment at having to do so, I let go and with relief, peed all over myself thankful at least that the shower would wash some of it away. I turned my face towards the spray of water and shook my head back and forth, hoping that the water would wash off some of the cum that was still dried to my cheeks. I even leaned forward as much as I could and strained as hard as I could, hoping to dislodge the medium sized butt plug out of my ass but that was to no avail.<o></o>

I didn’t have to wait long though for you returned shortly carrying the large sized plug, all lubed up and the spreader bar, which you immediately re-fastened to my ankles, holding my legs open wide. With a wicked grin, you took one of the massaging shower heads from its holder and adjusted the spray to pulse as you held it out and aimed it directly at me. <o></o>

Running through the same list of apparent monstrosities that I had committed, as you had previously, you assaulted my body with the spray. “For leaving work early,” you commented and sprayed me directly in the face, leaving me sputtering. “For going shopping without permission,” you moved the spray to my left breast and brought it closer so that the spray needled hardly on my nipple. On and on you went, focussing on different areas of my body each time until I thought I would go mad. Of course, the worst was yet to come. “And finally,” you stated casually, “for disrespecting me enough to make me punish you….” Your voice trailed off as you aimed the spray directly between my legs, moving forward and back to increase the pressure, you massaged my clit, instantly bringing it back to life as I moaned in pure appreciation.<o></o>

You continued to play with the water on my clit as I became more and more aroused, moaning and biting my bottom lip as I tried not to let my body betray what I was feeling. “oh Master,” I whispered breathily as my excitement built, “ohhhh yessss….please Sir, please may I cum?” You smiled at me, almost tenderly as you leaned in and kissed me so deeply that it weakened my knees. At the same time, you brought the shower head into full contact with my pussy and rubbed it along gently along my lips, bringing it to rest directly on my clit as you pulled your mouth away from mine to whisper, “No.”

I cried out in despair as you took the showerhead away and reattached it to the wall, leaving me hanging, yet again. Frustrated beyond all reason, I started to cry quietly, big tears rolling down my face to mix with the shower. I watched you with sad eyes as you undressed and stepped into the shower with me. I never tired of looking at your solid chest and defined ab muscles and despite my uncomfort and despair, I smiled at you, even in this state thinking to myself how lucky I was to have such a handsome man to own me.

Reaching around me you grabbed the face cloth and soap and slowly began soaping my body. Gently you released the nipple clamps and I breathed a sigh of relief. You washed the dried cum off my face even as you leaned in to kiss me deeply again. You even took the time to wash and condition my hair as I stood there, confined by the wrist restraints and spreader bar. Picking up the wash cloth again, you slowly wipe it down my body taking special care not to touch that very part of me that I want you to touch the most. My clit was throbbing and begging for attention, but you ignore it and wash yourself. I watched hungrily as you soaped yourself and rinsed off.

Abruptly, you turned the shower off and stepped out, drying off. I shivered with the warmth of the shower gone and my nipples hardened once again at the chill in the air. Coming into the shower you release first one of my arms and then the other, only to clasp the rings of the wrist cuffs together behind my back immediately. You lift me with ease and carry me into our bedroom where you stand me in front of the bed. Moving to the dresser, you pick up my brush and bring it back with you while you settle yourself, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Kneel,” comes your quiet command and I struggle to kneel down with my legs still spread by the spreader bar and without the use of my hands. As I settle down without incident, you slowly reach out and gently begin brushing my hair

Glancing at the clock, I am surprised to see that is already mid- morning and that obviously, I had slept through the night despite my uncomfort. Taking a deep breath, I try to apologize. “Master,” I begin, “please forgive me for acting without your knowledge….it was…”

“Hush!” you command “or I will be forced to gag you.” You continue brushing my hair as I bite my tongue not to speak up anymore. Sitting in the silence, I allowed myself to concentrate on your gentle strokes of the brush and lulled myself into a daydream where you were no longer mad at me and we were cuddling on the bed after a long, slow and romantic session of love making. I sigh quietly.

Your voice broke into my daydream as you told me about your plans for the day. “When I am done here slave, you will serve me coffee and breakfast in the dining room and then clean up. You will clean the house today, particularly the playroom and the games room as we will be entertaining this evening. When that is done, you will go back to the kitchen and prepare enough appetizers for me and 4 or 5 guests. When all of that is done, you will come and find me for further instruction. Do you understand me, slut?”

I look up at you and whisper, “yes Master.”

“Good” was your only comment. Taking a handful of my hair you pulled me in closely to you so your cock was infront of my face, “but before we start….” You hint and it is all I need. I leaned in and flickered at your cock with my tongue, slowly bringing it to life before taking it in my mouth and sucking it deep into my throat. As I lather your long prick with my tongue, you used the brush to reheat my ass, raining down smack after smack, not hard but repetitive enough to start the stinging all over again and make my ass cheeks glow a bright pink once more.

I grunt in pain as I sucked your cock for all I was worth, licking up and down the sides, swirling my tongue around the head and deep-throating you as far as I could without gagging. Blissfully, the spanking stopped as you approached your climax. Recognizing the signs, and knowing you preferred to blow your load into my face, I opened my mouth and lifted my head away from you slightly to receive your seed. But you had different plans this time as you grabbed another handful of hair and forced my mouth back onto you, exploding deep within my throat. “Swallow it all bitch,” you grunted as you shoved your cock deep into my throat. I sputtered and choked as I swallowed your unexpected load. “I can’t have my slave dirty for the evening’s entertainment, now can I?” you asked as you pulled yourself from my mouth. I gulped down your load and shook my head, swallowing before being able to answer, “No Master.”

“Good girl,” came your praise as your hand stroked my hair back from my face. You stood up from the bed, lifting me with you as you did so. “And now,” you spoke quietly, “you will carry out the instructions that I have given you. Remember slut, that you do not have permission to touch yourself, so do not even think about it. I expect you to behave even though I will not be watching you. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” I said with conviction, “I understand and I will not disappoint you.”