In Our Private Pool


Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, DomSub, Light Bond, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: For one night only, a slave and her Master get to use a private swimming pool to fulfil their fantasy.

© 2003

The pool water in the shallow end came slightly above my stomach, just below my breasts. My hands were tied tight behind my back and ankles cuffed to a bar that has been weighted down, spreading my legs about half a metre apart. Master dressed me in a dark blue corset that gave a nice shape to my breasts, pushing them up and squeezing them together. My waist was cinched in the corset, making my upper body look like the upper half of a full hourglass. The necklace and pendant-symbol he gave me as a sign of my bond to him hung right above mid-cleavage. A long, flowing black skirt that shimmered in the bright underwater pool lights completed the ensemble.

There was nothing that was imperfect about the night. The lights played on our skin and the clear, light blue water just enough to feed the lust, but not enough to overshadow the beauty of the clear night sky. Nights like those were made to intoxicate and bring senses to new heights.

Beneath the skirt that swirled prettily in the turquoise water around me, Master lodged a timed vibrator deep into my smooth, shaven pussy and taped it over, to keep it from slipping out of me and from the water getting to it. It did not make much difference anyway, considering my hungry pussy gripped so tight on it, not wanting to let it go. It vibrated for a short time and stopped for a while, keeping me on the edge constantly but never letting me cum. A small plug was placed in my recently deflowered ass, giving a very uncomfortable feeling of fullness and soreness. The water flowing between my bare legs, gently caressing my pussy lips and inner thighs did not help quench my lust one bit.

The water below my chest was warm. Before that, Master had instructed me to dip my whole body in the water just once, for a short while. I obeyed, not knowing what the point was. The sensation of being treated like a fucktoy, a pretty doll for His pleasure, in this manner was completely different, and the uncertainty made me apprehensive. But all the same, I lived for the forbidden excitement and pleasing my Master.

The moment I stood back up, I realised that the air around my upper body was so much colder in contrast. The bumps on my body rose and my nipples hardened to almost unbearable points, pushing against the suffocating corset, making Master smile.

Master examined my body in this state, watching the rivulets of water run down my skin, down my throat right to the valley between my generous breasts. The light played off the pendant, its tiny reflection on the surface of the water. I knew he loved seeing me in that position, his growing erection beneath the briefs distracting my nervousness. His eyes sparkled with ideas as his eyes danced over my body, thinking of what he would be doing to me. "I think the wet look really suits a wet, horny lass like you," he laughed warmly, his rough fingertip circling my cold skin.

He scooped my breasts out gently from the corset, squeezing them playfully and tugging at the nipples. I closed my eyes, enjoying and grateful for the warmth of his hands. Without so much as a warning, he attached a clamp to my left nipple, making me yelp in pain. He did the same to the other nipple. The searing pain running through my tits was made so much worse by the cold hardening the nipples, forcing the flesh to push back more against the hard, unyielding metal.

I looked down at my abused nipples, crushed almost flat between two cruel surfaces, noticing vaguely that the end of the clamps had circular rings attached to them. I could only wait, hold back my tears and find out the hard way what those hoops were designed for.

Just as the vibration in my pussy resumed, Master made the plan clear. I struggled to focus on his instructions, trying hard to forget my own raging need for an orgasm. He wanted me to suck him off. Underwater. It was only natural that I would not be able to hold my breath for long so he promised to let me up for air after a minute or so. But there were conditions to his game. He would let me up only if he believed that I was sucking him for all my slut body was worth. And the whole time I came up for air, he would be playing with the clamps, making it hurt bad, or good, for me. The idea was as frustrating as the teasing in my pussy that had barely stopped its assault, both making me horny as hell.

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