The other night we seized the opportunity to play a little. I have been toying with the notion of a little water torture and, as my little slave came to inform me her task was done, I grabbed her nipple and dragged her to the bedroom. Quickly stripped of all clothing and a modest breast harness tied on, I took her to the bathroom to enact my devious plan. I had her lie in the tub on her stomach and quickly bound her feet to the harness. I then pulled her hands to the small of her back and bound them also to the harness.
Helpless, just the way I like her, I thought with an evil grin. I then turned on the faucet. Slowly the water began to pool at the bottom of the tub, tenderly lapping against her thighs and breasts. Now, personally I was hoping for a little bit of, well, surprise with this, but there was very little chance of that with our bathroom set up. I guess that's the trade off between a sudden surprise and dreadful anticipation. Maybe one day when I have a huge dungeon set up all to my own... Yeah right;)
The water was slow but relentless in its ascent up her body, growing ever closer to her neck and then her chin. I have to say she was doing an admirable job trying to bend herself in half backwards, keeping just out of reach of the rising water. I sat on the floor next to her running my hands across her straining back muscles and whispering gentle reminders of her inevitable watery fate. Of course, forcing her head under for several long moments at a time didn't hurt anything either.
Sadly, the water had just reached the base of her nose, and her eye brows kept jumping further and further up her forehead as if they could help hold her head above the surface, when we were interrupted. I had thought of just turning the faucet off and letting her steep a little, but our tub fun had unfortunately ended for the night. I opened the drain and left my soggy, panting slave to writhe in the draining tub. Poor slave;P.
Stay tuned for more watery fun, friends!