Variation 1
This is my initiation. I am to prove myself tonight. The instructions are simple, really. All I have to do is stay quiet until someone comes, then when that someone comes, do what they say. Not hard.
The problem is the wait. I don’t know how long it will be. How long it has already been.
I’m tied to a table, and there’s a bright light shining on me. I’m blindfolded, and it’s incredibly hot under this light.
That is, until a gush of cold water pours down on me. The sudden chill makes me gasp, gives me goosebumps. Heightens my awareness of the physical.
It’s almost exquisite, feeling the cold slowly burn up in the heat of the lamp, feeling myself getting warmer again, though my nipples stay erect this time.
I’m straining to hear any noise, when another rush of cold water startles me. This could get torturous really quickly, I decide, as my bladder reacts to the chill, signalling its need. Ever noticed that when you have to pee, things are that much more erotic?
I’ve warmed and been chilled yet another time, when I hear muffled voices.
“Close your eyes,” comes the familiar voice of the one I’m trying to impress.
I hear a door open, and footsteps. At least two pair of feet there.
The new person remains silent, and my lover says, “Open your eyes,” there is a slight pause. “Have your way. Whatever you do, I’ll do to you.”
I wait, tingling for some touch, when another rush of water elicites a chuckle from the new one.
Variation 2
We reach the bottom of the steps, and you pause in front of the closed door. Your eyes twinkle as you look back at me with a raised eyebrow. I can’t resist, and lean forward to kiss you.
The kiss is heartily returned before you pinch my ass and lean away.
“Are you ready for this?” you whisper in my ear, causing the hairs on my neck to stand on end. Not to mention the tingle down my spine.
I push my pelvis into you and whisper back, “I’m always ready.”
You chuckle, sending another shiver down my back, “Close your eyes.” Your voice was oddly loud, commanding.
I raise an eyebrow and obey.
I hear you open the door. The air rushing out brings me a whiff of your scent, strong and oh, so inviting. It is warm air. This basement is not any usual cold dank dungeon of a room.
You take my arm and lead me gently into the room. Once you stop, I can hear your ever so slight sound of pleasure, “Open your eyes.” Again commanding.
I do, and am greeted by a very brightly lit scene. A slave on a table, tied down, blindfolded. Nipples erect, and smiling slightly, head tilted toward us.
I notice water dripping from the table, and am caught up in admiring the smooth skin, glowing under bright light.
“Have your way,” you gesture toward the figure “Whatever you do, I’ll do to you.”
I am very amused, and let you know it with a smile before moving silently forward to take a closer look.
I reach out to touch the glowing skin, when a bucket of water dumps itself over the table. The slave gasps, obviously very turned on, and I chuckle. This is going to be interesting.
Variation 3
The scene is set, everything is perfect. I have a new toy and an old lover that are going to meet this night. After a dinner frought with sexual tension, I lead my lover to my newly established dungeon.
I’ve got it all set up. The slave is tied to the table. Buckets of water balance overhead, on timers. And I know my lover is going to get a kick out of my plans. I’m not going to hate it either.
Leading my lover down the stairs, I get a tingle of doubt. Maybe they won’t like it. Pausing at the door, I know they will. I turn, a devious grin on my face. My lover matches the look and kisses me deeply. We’re both ready to go right there, I can tell. But patience is a virtue. Especially tonight.
I feel my lover’s slight intake of breath when I whisper “Are you ready for this?”
At the answer, “I’m always ready,” I have to chuckle. Ne’er a truer word spoken.
I harden, watching my lover’s reaction, “Close your eyes.” I’ve never commanded this lover before, and want to make sure it’s not going to cause problems.
A slight raised eyebrow is the only reaction, prior to closed eyes. Good. This is going to work very well, I think.
I turn and open the door, surveying the scene. The slave is there, on the table, much more excited now than before. Perfect.
I lead my lover in, choosing my distance carefully. I pause to admire the new slave. Great arms, nice musculature, and perfect skin, freckles and all. Turning to my lover, I again command, “Open your eyes.”
After a slight pause of taking in the scene, my lover’s face is lit up by a wonderous smile. This just keeps getting better. “Have your way,” I say, gesturing, “Whatever you do, I’ll do to you.”
My lover gives me a challenging look, as if to say, “Really? We’ll just see about that.” And takes a step forward. Perfectly timed, the last bucket empties its contents, drawing a chuckle from my lover, a gasp from the slave, and a smile from me. This really will be fun.
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