Bathtub Bondage

 
Bathtub Bondage:
Bondage Stories
2009-03-15
When people conjure up images of bound women, they usually envision damsels in
distress, securely bound on beds, chairs, or other bondage locations. Not too
many people would consider bathtub bondage, but hopefully by the end of my
story, there will be a few converts to the cause.

Why bondage in water? Some of you are likely pondering this question.
Actually my wife and bondage partner, Francine, and I never were bondage
enthusiasts. We tried bondage once in our brass bed, finding it lacked erotic
appeal for us both.

Our water-filled bondage fantasies began quite innocently. One day, Francine was
in the shower, washing her soft curvaceous body. I stood at the sink, naked, as
I finished shaving.

"Honey would you mind sponging off my back?" Francine asked. "I can't quite
reach the middle."

"Sure," I answered, climbing in behind her. I sponged her back and then as I
prepared to leave the tub, I stepped right into a pair of her silky black panty
hose, hanging down from the shower curtain. I'm always complaining to her about
how they make me feel like I'm walking into a spider's webb.

We're always playing childish pranks on one another, so I decided to do
something to make her livid with anger. I would tie her hands with the panty
hose, connect the panty hose to the shower rod and leave her stranded in the tub
for a few minutes while I walked out of the room.

"Francie, will you but your hands behind your back for a second?" I asked her. I
want to wash you some more." She placed her hands behind her back, oblivious to
my intentions. With deft speed, I wrapped the one leg of the hosiery around her
wrists, knotting it securley. Then I drew the other leg over the curtain. She
was immobile for the moment.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she snapped. Of all the stupid pranks.
Only you would do something as juvenile as this. Untie me right now!"

"When I'm good and ready," I replied. "I think I'll go read the paper for a
few minutes."

Francie was perturbed to put it mildly. the veins stood out in her neck, while
the misty water sprayed her. I left the room and returned a mere five minutes
later, since my mischievious games are generally short lived. When I went to
untie her, she was the one who shocked me by saying, "Don't untie me, just Fuck
me." And she bent over as far as possible, leaving her perfect butt cheeks
sticking up in the air.

My cock was rock hard. I didn't need any lubricant since my shaft was already
wet from the water. I parted her butt cheeks, easing my throbbing prick up her
tight chute. A soft, "ahh," escaped from between her lips.

It was intresting how she no longer protested about what I had done to her. Her
anger had turned to pleasure.

Anal sex is a favorite activity of ours, but here in the tub with my wife's
hands tied together, it took on a new meaning. Francine was really starting to
get into this bathtub bondage scenario. She undulated her hips wildly as her
anal muscles tugged frantically at my shaft. I slid rythmically in her asshole,
as I grabbed her pendulous breasts, fondling them gently.

"Yes!" she gasped breathlessly. "Come up my ass." Then a half minute later she
cried out, "HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!"

Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking like a bowl of jello while
my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her dark hole. After another
thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return. I came with a violent
ejaculation, spraying a volly of sizzling semen deep toward her bowels.

That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I shot four waves of semen
into her backside. My cock ached from the intensity of my orgasm. I'd never felt
so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine seemed to go insane with the
ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even though she wasn't able to touch
her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream of pussy cream down the insides of her
legs, while the last of my come flooded her backside.

When I widthdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy. It took awhile
to recover. "I don't know what possessed you to tie me up like that," she noted,
"but thank goodness you did. After the pantyhose had been around my wrist a
while, I got so increadibly horny I couldn't believe it.

I untied her and helped her off. When we went into the bedroom the bondage was
all we could talk about. We were so enthusiastic, like teens discussing sex for
the first time. The potential of bathtub bondage intregued us.

The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn't be so spontaneous
now that we could plan things out. I began filling up the tub with water while
Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later wearing very sexy
lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing.

She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her
massive breasts would poke through ...
 



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