When my boyfriend pulled my blindfold off to reveal the warm bath, I thought it would be a relaxing night soaking in the tub. As it turned out, I was only half right.
My boyfriend Travis had a game in mind. One that would teach me patience and self-control. He helped me into the water and told me to get on all fours. The water was warm, and goosebumps ran along my naked body as I adjusted to the temperature. I got into position as I was told. The water came up nearly to my shoulders, and my nipples hung just below the surface. I waited as Travis climbed in behind me.
His hands caressed my hips, leaving warm water behind. His strong hands teased my anxious pussy as he explained the rules. “Humans are hardwired for survival. The most basic instinct we have is to breathe. Tonight, I want to make that your second most primal instinct.” He slowly pushed two fingers inside of me. I moaned.
He grabbed my hair, just above the nape of my neck, and pushed me under. I knew it was coming and took a deep breath. He held me there as he slid his fingers in and out of me. I tried to count the seconds. At fifteen, I started to get nervous, but he pulled me back to the surface.
He repeated the process two more times. My body was beginning to feel hotter than the water. Then, I felt the head of his thick cock slip between my folds. “Now, you will hold yourself down until I stop thrusting. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
His cock pushed inside of me, and my toes curled. I let my body sink under the water, forgetting to take a breath. Fortunately, he only took a few thrusts. “Good girl.” My stomach fluttered at the compliment. He started thrusting again.
With Travis’ compliment fresh in my mind, my arousal peaked. His thrusts were smooth and in perfect rhythm with what my body needed. My remaining breath escaped, and my body shook as I came. His thrusting stopped, and I came to the surface, gasping for air.
“Did you cum?” He asked, already knowing the answer. I nodded my head yes. “Good,” Travis said. “Now it’s my turn.”
Travis pushed forcefully inside me, and I submerged myself again. I counted the seconds. Twenty. Thirty. I fought back the panic and stayed underwater. I trusted him completely, and I was rewarded. I felt him grunt with release.
He slowly stroked himself, using my wet pussy to squeeze every remaining drop of cum out of his magnificent cock. I let him use my body until he pulled me back to the surface. Apparently, pleasing him is more important than breathing.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ydyjjs/fm_bathtub_lessons