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JODI’S TRIALS
Part Three
Hearing the door close, the locks turned, Jodi lays flat on her back spread eagled across the bed, the silk scarf covering her eyes. Still feeling sporadic spasms, a fluttering heartbeat from her sexual encounter, she’s finally found some sort of relief from the frustrating urges of not being allowed an orgasm.
Just briefly, her thoughts are on why’s she been so overwhelmed with the urge to cum. Catching her breath, she also realizes that for the first time since her abduction, she’s not being subjected to being bound in some fashion. Almost playfully fanning her arms, legs back and forth across the mattress a couple times, she feels another sense of relief.
Sliding her right hand across her face, she grips the scarf covering her eyes. With a tinge of apprehension she slides it up over her forehead as her eyes begin to slowly focus.
Glancing quickly around, the rooms lit, but dimly. She immediately notices the dark drapes across the vast window on the outer wall are drawn tightly shut. Slowly scanning the rest of the suite as her eyes become accustomed to the shadows, she’s taken with the elegance, the taste of the furnishings.
Appearing to be antique, French, they’re obviously expensive. Raising her head, again hesitantly, she catches the gleam of a brighter light shining thru the door slightly ajar to the master bathroom.
Leaning upward, resting on her elbows, she feels the dampness of the crumpled sheets below her, sticking to her sweating flesh. Scooting further up on the bed, she feels her breasts ache as they sway toward her sides. Glancing down across her chest, the gold studs glisten, jiggle from the tips of her still erect nipples as faint traces of the whip marks of her previous discipline session stand out under her shimmering coat of perspiration.
Still with a sense of uncertainty, she cautiously slides her legs over the corner of the mattress, feels the floor with her toes, and sits upright on the edge of the bed. The atmosphere of the surroundings has taken away the edge of her predicament.
Her feelings at the moment seem almost surreal as she stands upright, left hand still gripping, twisting the damp sheet, right hand casually slipping across her thigh. Taking a hesitant step away from the bed, her index finger is almost reflexively drawn downward, brushes across, the stud piercing her still sensitive clit.
The sensation reverberates between her twitching thighs, pulses deep inside her, like tiny electrical shocks. Sliding her index finger between the twin folds of her labia, knuckle deep into her still moist slit, she feels the mixed remnants of her sexual encounter. Quickly pulling her hand away, glancing around like she’s going to be scolded, she realizes she’s not allowed to touch herself, also realizes she’s already mounting another crave to be fucked again as she wipes her finger across the sheet.
Stepping slowly, cautiously toward the window, she slips the drape slightly apart with her left hand. Gazing out into the moonlit night at a breathtaking setting of some sort of grand landscaped estate, she observes fountains, hedges, stone walkways, stretching toward a forest, all visible under the full moon, and it’s all a good threes stories below her window.
“What is this place???” She whispers to herself as she causally lifts her right hand, rests it across the subtle, upper curve of her right breast, presses her palm downward, gently flicking the nipple stud with her pinky finger. Letting the drapes close, she turns toward the bathroom door, rests her left hand similarly across the top of her left breast, walks thru, toward the bathtub. Caressing both nipples, drawn to the tingling, erotic sensations of the studs sliding back and forth in front of her aroused areolas, she disregards the touching rule.
Again a surreal scene as Passing thru the partially open door, she hesitates, stares around her surroundings. The expansive bathroom is virtually completely white and gold, fixtures, tile, everything. The tub’s huge, oversized, filled with hot soapy water, bubbling, the steam already frosting the upper half of the large, golden framed wall mirror above the vanity.
Stepping toward the tub, cautiously hesitating alongside it, she raises her leg, dips the big toe of her right foot thru the nearly overflowing bubbles. Testing the water, though hot, it seems soothing, oiled, and perfect. As her ankle, calve, knee slowly disappear beneath the bathwater, her foot rests firmly on the bottom. She feels the water circulating from several submerged jets, pulsing, squirting.
Cupping, squeezing both breasts between her fingers, thumbs, she arches her shoulders forward as if holding herself steady, leans over the side of the tub, her left leg plunging into the water. Facing forward, leaning back against the tile wall, she feels the warmth of the steam collecting, beading, and streaking across the glassy surfaces of the tiles. Slowly letting herself slide downward into the bubbles, again squeezing her bulging breasts, the gold studs sparkle off the tips of her engorged nipples.
She can feel the soothing warmth of the hot bathwater below the white, soapy foam engulfing her thighs, hips. Pressing her feet along the inside of the tub’s walls, she slows her decent, feels the oiled, soapy water spread between her butt cheeks, across her tightening anus, thighs, engulf her still sensitive vagina, the folds of her spread labia lips, her pierced clit.
Releasing her grip on her breasts, cupping them like a pair of firm melons in her upturned palms, she pinches the nipple studs between her thumbnails, fingertips, gently twisting, tugging. Eyes closing, lips parting, her tongue softly, slowly circles. Moisture beads across her face, trickling down her neck, she quietly moans.
Continuing to lower her self, the hot water encompasses her pubic mound, inverted navel, her abs rippling as the steamy water rises across her hallowed stomach. Her butt cheeks slide against the flat bottom, her elbows sliding onto the flat surface of the upper edges of the tub, her hands, fingers releasing her breasts into the soapy foam. Swaying, bobbing, her global breasts part the suds, float in the oiled water, the gold studs sparkling as they submerge, lift out, submerge again as the soothing, soapy water ripples back and forth.
Head tilted back, eyes closed, she completely relaxes, enjoys the pulsing spray of jets of water directed from under the suds, caressing her thighs, back. Even more strategically placed nozzles, spurt from either side, under her shoulders, armpits, across her breasts, nipples. And, from the center of the bottom, directed between her thighs, a jet of pulsing water is directed between her legs, massaging her vagina, clit. She quietly sighs, twitches, almost overwhelmed by the unexpected, sensual pleasure.
Lying back, barely cognizant, the pulsing, spurting jets stimulate her clit, nipples as if they were gentle fingers, fluttering feathers. The soft moans are hers, as the water ripples, her body quivering, for long, slow minutes.
Feeling her nude flesh massaged, she grips the tub’s sides tightly with her fingers as her breasts arch up, outward from the suds, her knees spreading against the walls of the tub, allowing the pulsing water to masturbate her aroused clit while she grinds her hips reflexively back and forth.
Laying back, arching upwards, slowly, repeatedly, back and forth, eyes closed, moisture dripping, crisscrossing her face, she moans, twists her head from side to side. Her bare breasts quiver, sway, rise out of the soapy water, splashes downward, again submerging. Her jiggling nipples, the gold studs, let off a visible mist of steam as they press upwards thru the suds.
“Oh God!… Oh God!………. Oh God!!!…” She moans, groans, each time louder then before, as her body twitches, her stomach, womb quivering, tingling.
She’s quickly learning to masturbate herself in rhythm to the pulsing spurts of hot, foaming water.
In his den, he again enjoys himself, relaxing back in his recliner after cleaning off with his typical two minute shower. Watching the closed circuit monitor directed at his latest project, he watches her gyrate, masturbate herself unabashedly while in the tub. He again thinks to himself maybe it’s not just the GHA she’s been so overdosed with, maybe it’s also her. Again smiling, he twists one of the knobs on the panel in front of him, watches her with interest.
In rhythm, feeling the multiple manipulations of her most sensitive flesh, feeling the craving building again deep inside her while she moans, sighs, she realizes she’s about to cum again! Suddenly the jet pulses stop. Her body still in rhythm, she rocks momentarily just a little harder, until realizing the jets have turned off. Eyes opening, hesitantly setting upwards, she slides her arms, hands into the water, along the sides, bottom of the tub, feels for the jet sprays, gone, and shutdown.
“Damn!” She blurts out frustratingly. “Damn it… Damn it… Damn… It!!!”
Cursing loud enough to be heard over the monitor, she slides her hands between her thighs, stretches the clit stud outward, twists it back and forth with the thumb, index finger of her left hand. Sliding two, three fingers of her right hand into her oiled slit, she pumps, stretches, manipulates her burning vagina.
Again he smiles as he watches closely, the soapy water rippling, her upper arms squeezing, pressing against her drenched breasts, her hands slipping between her thighs, her face lowering across her thrust out chest. The rippling water splashes against the tub wall, spilling onto the tiled floor. Her braided hair, soaked, sticks across her shoulders as her body continues to shudder, twist, her shoulders arching forward, arms pumping.
“Oooohhh!!!… Aaahhhhh!!!!…. Oooohhhhh!!!” Her body unabashedly jerks, twists in the water.
In the precipitant state of yet another orgasm. Her head, shoulders, jerk back, the golden nipple studs wet, soapy, glimmering as they jiggle off her thrust out drenched breasts.
“Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Slumping back, the rear of her head brushing against the tub wall, forces her face to tilt forward as she moans. “Oooohhhhhh…. Yes!”
Going limp, her shoulders, arms relax, her breasts swaying outward, floating in the soapy ripples while she gently slides further downward, until from the neck down, only her nipples, the sparkling studs, peek above the bath water.
Watching her relaxed, motionless, he leans back in his chair, waits a couple minutes, lets her enjoy her sublime moment. His right arm stretched out across the desk, his hand playing with the same knob, he barely twists his fingers, back and forth, just gently, watches the water barely ripple, become calm, ripple again. Leaning closer to the screen, he watches the reaction as he turns the knob further, releases it.
The bathwater begins to visibly circulate, her head again tilting back against the wall as her body visibly twitches, once, twice, a third time. He watches as her hands barely raise out from the water, the tips of her fingers gliding across the edges of the tub, then onto the sparkling nipple studs of her drenched, bare breasts as they lift erotically out from the water, quivering, the nipples, areolas, hard stimulated.
He watches on the monitor, her eyes still closed, her mouth slowly opening, her biting down on her lower lip, tweaking the studs between her thumbs, forefingers, moaning.
No touching!… He’ll let her sleep well tonight… Tomorrow she’ll spend the day being disciplined. He smiles, thinks to himself as he twists the knob back, shuts the nozzles off again. Twisting another knob, the tub begins to drain as she lays back, relaxed.
End Part Three
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