A New Use for Our Homemade Spreader Bar
“So are you gonna go get on the bed so I can fuck you, or were we just gonna sit here?”
Master’s such a romantic, isn’t he?
“Actually,” he called out just as I was walking past the bathroom door, “why don’t you get in the shower, first?”
It wasn’t actually a question. And as I unbuckled my cuffs, I heard him get up off the couch and start taking his clothes off.
I climbed in, and just as I was finished shaving, Master climbed in behind me and hogged all the water. I’d expected there to be some shower silliness, but he was a man on a mission, so I washed up and got out. I dried off, and waited for the last little bit of lingering moisture to evaporate from my wrists and ankles, then buckled the cuffs on. I considered not putting on the ankle cuffs, but then I remembered that I was wearing them because he’d ordered me to…in a round about way. Read more…