This is a guest posting by Kinky Kiana. Be sure to comment and let her know what you think!
Originally, Fox and I had planned on doing some roleplay on our night up north. But it needed a certain headspace that I wasn’t in. So we decided to try something else that had piqued his interest – water bondage.
We were delighted when we saw the spa bath – it was certainly made for at least two! After a relaxing bath in the traditional sense, we pulled out the rope. I taught him a very basic tie that he could use. Then it was back to the bathroom to refill the tub.
We stood there waiting for the bath to fill simply touching each other. Skin to skin with no boundaries. Hands exploring familiar territory but each touch never the same. More sensual than sexual, it honed our focus in on each other. There was nothing else in the world other than ourselves, our hands, our skin….
Fox tests the water, only filling about half the basin, and stands in it. His hand reaches out to me and I take it, carefully slipping down into a seated position in the corner of the tub. He kneels down beside me, rope uncoiled and ready for tying. The purple colour deepens as it hits the water and the strands swell. With a gentle reminder of how to tie it off, my ankles are now pressed together. The same happens to my wrists and I am now essentially helpless in the water.
He spreads my knees and strokes my cunt. “I can feel your wetness, even submerged in the water, slut. That’s how much you want this.” And I know it’s true.
Then he raises my arms and places my hands behind his neck. One arm of his slips behind my back, the other braces the wall. He kisses me, looks over me, into my eyes. “God you’re so hot like this…”
More kissing. He tests his strength by lowering me down slightly and my breath quickens. Will he do it now? Lower and lower into the water my head goes. But then he pulls me back into a sitting position.
We shuffle in the water at his behest until I am between his legs facing away from him. His hands caress my stomach, my chest, play with my breasts, half encircled by water. “Play with yourself,” he demands. At this command I spread my knees, my bound hands eager to play. And now I can feel my own wetness within the water, my arousal clear. My fingers play with my lips, my clit, my hole while he fondles my breasts. I can feel his cock in the water – I am not the only one aroused.
After minutes like this, we change back into position. His arms braced once again with my hands around his neck. Our arms in a parody of a hug, bodies pressed together. This closeness, this intimacy, somehow belies the fact that he could drown me in moments. All he would need to do is hold me down. My life in his hands. And yet he kisses me with such gentleness.
A kiss that slowly lowers me toward the water. Over my eyes, approaching my nose, covering my chin. I can still breathe, his lips upon mine. But only mere inches more and I would be submerged.
He lifts me up once again. Looks into my eyes with a fierce wanting. “Take a deep breath,” he says in hardly a whisper. I do as told and he lowers me, farther and farther…before he raises me up once again. “Not yet, slut” he replies with a chuckle to the look in my eyes. I want this, I crave this, my eyes say to him. Beg him. Please.
This time I can see it in his eyes. He lowers me down with that simple instruction one more time. The hand behind my back slowly allows me to sink. Further than before…completely submerged. Only for a moment and he brings me above water again. “Do you want it again?” All I can do is nod vigorously. So he does.
He kisses me fiercely as soon as my face is above water again. And he pulls me back sitting, giving me the instruction to get on my knees. Now I’m facing the wall, my head on the side of the tub as if I’m on a chopping block. My hands and knees below the water, my ass and cunt above. And after he has thrown on a condom, he fucks me furiously. The water sloshing onto and over the bath walls. One hand on my back, my knees pressed together, his cock feels divine, pumping in and out. He continues until my knees hurt from grating on the bottom of the bath. So he pulls the plug and the water drains.
Our night is not nearly over – we cuddle in the tub for some time, then in the bedroom. But the trust, the high, the connection from this experience together is overwhelming. A feeling we will not quickly forget.