Squeaky Clean | tied, shower, women | free bondage stories

One night, I was walking past the Conclave Office when Russell Parker stepped out and flagged me down.

"Grant, would you mind delivering a message to the DuBois cottage?"

"Sure. No problem."

I took the slip of paper and set off. I didn't mind running the errand because I was curious about the DuBois place. Maurice DuBois was a local guy who became a lawyer in Chicago. I don't know exactly what he specialized in, but whatever it was, it obviously paid well. He lived in one of the swanky Northshore suburbs, but just to show us what a bigshot he was he bought the old Hewlitt cottage, tore it down, and built something twice as big and grand to replace it. The Conclave Board was pissed, because it was wildly out of scale with the other cottages, and he didn't bother to get permission. He told them to sue him if they didn't like it, knowing full well that they wouldn't do anything so rude.

I knocked on the door, and Jackie DuBois answered. Her face fell when she saw me. I handed her the note and scanned her body. She was short but well padded: big breasts, big thighs. Curly red-orange hair. Sexy outfit: a white dress barely longer than a T-shirt, and sporty gold sandals. She read the note, and her face darkened.

"It seems my asshole husband is stuck in the city and won't be coming tonight."

"That's too bad," I said politely. She wasn't wearing a bra; I could see her nipples through the thin material.

"Too bad for me. It's good for him. He can see his girlfriend."

I didn't know what to say. Family quarrels were none of my business. I turned to go, and she grabbed my arm. "You seem like a nice boy. How about a drink?"

That was another violation of Conclave rules. No alcohol on the grounds. But I was curious about the new cottage, so I let her drag me inside.

Jackie (she insisted I call her that, instead of Mrs. DuBois) seemed eager to chat. She was an outsider (from Grosse Pointe, no less) and this was her first time at the Conclave. She didn't know anyone, and since Maurice DuBois was not exactly popular, people were not going out of their way to make friends.

I sat in a chair while she stood at the bar making drinks. In addition to good legs, she had a stunning ass. She brought me my drink, and sat down across from me and crossed her legs. Thanks to the shortness of her skirt, I got a pretty good view of her white panties. At first I politely looked away, but when she kept exposing herself I realized it was deliberate. She was flirting in retaliation for what she thought her husband was doing. OK by me. I sipped my Black Russian and enjoyed the show.

"Have you been to the Conclave before?" she asked.

"Every summer since I was born. My great-grandparents helped found it."

"How come no one will talk to me?" she pouted .

"Well, you're new here. It takes a while to get to know people. And your cottage is bigger and better than anyone else's."

"I told Maurice it was a mistake," she grumbled. "But no, he had to make a big impression. Are you impressed, Grant?"

"You bet. I tell all my burglar friends to go here first."

She giggled more than the joke merited. "Want the tour? So you can tell everyone what it's like? I bet everyone's dying to know."

"Of course. I can dine out on this story for weeks."

The first floor featured a big living room and a kitchen that probably cost more than some families' entire cottages. Three ovens and microwaves? Somehow she didn't seem like the type to cook Sunday dinner for 30 people. As she struck her tour-guide poses, Jackie managed to brush against me several times. I liked the cushiony feel of her big hips. Then she ushered me upstairs. I trailed along, admiring her buttocks. I could see the outline of her white bikini panties through the thin dress. Maurice was passing up a good thing.

Half of the second floor was a big bedroom, with an elaborate four-poster bed and a huge audio system under a set of skylights. A glass tank and a tangle of plastic tubing occupied one wall; I suppose it was going to be an aquarium. The other half of the second floor was devoted to the bathroom. Two pedestal sinks, an enclosed toilet area, and a huge shower stall. She opened the shower door proudly. It had so many heads at so many levels that you could have washed an elephant in 10 seconds. "It was made in Japan. It cost Maurice a fortune. He had to fly in a plumber from Osaka to install it."

"Awesome. I bet it does the job."

"Want to give it a try?" she cooed, sliding one arm around my waist.

"Are you coming in too, or are you just going to watch?"

Jackie peeled her little dress over her head and tossed it toward the bed. "Last one in's a rotten egg."

We stripped and stepped in. With her clothes off, she did look a little fat, especially around the stomach, but what the hell. If she needed marital counseling, I was just the man to provide it. We turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and created what amounted to a warm rain shower. We stepped together and began caressing and kissing each other. Without any prompting she knelt and fondled my hard penis and guided it into her mouth. That tongue was really something. I grabbed onto the showerheads to hold myself up, and that gave me an idea.

When she came up for air, I spun her around and pulled her hands together behind her back and held them there. Instead of trying to break free, she giggled and moved her bottom back and forth over my penis.

"Jackie. This shower is inspiring me. Want to try something kinky?"

"Whatever you say, lover."

I fetched some thin plastic tubing from the aquarium and tied a length to each wrist. The plastic tubing wasn't as flexible as clothesline, but I gave it the old Scout try. Then I had her stand in the middle of the shower and reach up to each side. I tied the free ends of the tubing to fixtures on opposite sides of the shower. When I finished she was standing, her arms held up and out, in an Y pose.

Next, I used the same tubing to tie her knees to the lower showerheads. She had to spread her legs wide to keep her balance, so she was essentially spread-eagled standing up. Jackie watched all this with curiosity, and when I finished, she grinned and tested her bonds. The plastic stretched a little, but not enough to let her reach a knot. She wasn't going anywhere until I released her.

I grabbed her head and kissed her forcefully. Rivulets of water ran down our faces. My penis poked her stomach. She kissed back, and rubbed her big boobs on my chest. "I like it wet and wild," she purred. "It makes me want to roar."

I didn't want her making any noise, but given the circumstances, I had to be careful about a gag. I was worried about water getting in her nose.

After some thought (kissing and fondling her to pass the time while I thought) I had her bite on an aquarium hose. I secured it in her mouth with white plastic tape around her lower face and chin, wrapped nice and tight so she couldn't push it out with her tongue. I taped the free end of the hose to one of the highest showerheads, one that wasn't turned on, so the gag doubled as a snorkel. When I finished she tried to say something, but her words were unintelligible and muffled. Excellent!

Inspired by the white tape, I found a white bathing cap and covered her hair. This was a delightful touch. Her smooth round head became another sexual attribute, like her big round boobs and big round buttocks. With the tube coming out of her mouth, she looked like a subject in a bizarre scientific experiment. I guess I got a little carried away, because I wrapped more tape around her head and face and bathing cap until only her eyes and nose showed; everything else was encased in white plastic. It made her wonderfully anonymous: a generic plump female distinguished only by orangish pubic hair. She moved her head back and forth and tried to say something, but I wasn't listening.

I soaped up and started playing with her breasts. The best way to do that was to stand behind her, penis nestled between her ass cheeks, and squeeze and caress as water pelted me from every side. I could feel her chest heave, and her nipples engorged. I clamped them between my slippery fingers and rubbed her boobs around. She quivered with delight and grunted inarticulately.

Next I slid my hands down her stomach, down to her pussy. I let the constant cascade of water wash the soap off my fingers, then caressed her slit, and gradually slid my fingers inside. I found her clit and fiddled with it, slowly turning it this way and that. I couldn't hear her moaning, but I felt it as vibrations through her back. She thrust her bottom against my cock, and wagged it back and forth.

It was a great bottom. I knelt behind her and started playing with it. I bit it playfully, but if she yelped, I couldn't hear, what with the gag in her mouth and all that shower noise. She tried to get away, but all she could do was scooch forward an inch or two. Jets of water ran down her back, dripped off her bottom. I stroked her between the legs, the legs she was helpless to close, letting my fingers delve deep inside. I love the way women are so open, so vulnerable, when their legs are tied apart. While I was down there, I soaped up a finger and probed her asshole. The devil's porthole, sailors used to call it. She clenched my finger so tightly I thought of something else that would be happy in there.

The mist and spray made everything dreamy. I fantasized about a pornographic SF movie. I was an oceanographer who'd captured a mermaid. She couldn't survive on dry land, so I was keeping her in a special wet environment. As part of my research I was studying her sex habits…

I stood before her and kissed her forehead. "Where do you want it?" I asked, left hand caressing her pussy, right hand twiddling her asshole. She squealed inarticulately and thrashed without going anywhere. She clamped on both hands, trying to come.

In the end, I went for the good old frontal approach. I took a stance, worked my cock in, and held her by the bottom. She couldn't do much in the way of movement, but I started swinging her back and forth, and she clenched me at just the right time. Her blue eyes were laughing. We found the rhythm, and her eyes closed, and we fucked like Adam and Eve in God's first waterfall.

After I came, I needed to take a break. Leaving her tied, I walked out into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed.

That white noise in the shower was really powerful. It shrank my world to what I could see. Outside the shower, the aural horizon expanded. Once again I could hear cicadas shrilling in the trees, cars driving by.

To my horror, I heard someone on the stairs. "Jackie? Are you up there?"

A woman's voice. I barely had time to grab a towel and wrap it around my waist when her head appeared at the stairwell. She had dark, curly hair and a quizzical expression. She looked at me coolly. "Who are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Jackie's personal trainer."

She laughed. "Right. Sure you are, kid." She reached the head of the stairs, sized me up, and glanced at the bathroom door. We could both hear the shower running, and tendrils of steam curled out through the door. "Trainer," she snorted.

Vera was a friend of Jackie's from Evanston. Her husband was on a business trip, so she'd decided to visit her poor friend, trapped in Hicksville. Vera was about the same age, even the same build. She was wearing a black miniskirt and a purple blouse, as if prepared to go to a nightclub. She seemed blase about my presence, as if she were accustomed to finding naked young men in her friend's bedroom.

After we'd chatted for a while she began to get impatient. "Jackie's taking a long time in there. What the hell's she doing?"

I didn't see any way to get rid of her, so I decided to confess. "Actually, she's tied up. She can't get out until I release her."

Vera arched her eyebrows and went to look. She came back smiling. "Damn, kid, you're some trainer. What are you training her to do?"

"Beg for it."

"Son of a bitch. Serves Maurice right. How many times did you do it?"

"I'm sorry. I cannot violate the confidence of a client."

"I bet you violated something else. Son of a bitch." She looked me over like a savvy shopper selecting a cucumber.

Embarrassed by her scrutiny, I went back into the shower. Jackie had fainted. "Help me get her down," I asked Vera. To my surprise, she kicked off her shoes and peeled off her clothes. Clad only in red bikini panties, she helped me untie her friend and lug her out of the shower. Jackie unconscious was quite a load. We dropped her on the bed. "This happens every time she starts a diet," Vera huffed. "She puts on another 10 pounds."

I peeled off the tape and removed the bathing cap. She still didn't wake up, so I got a bath towel and began drying her off. Vera sat down in a chair and lit a cigarette. She looked on enviously as I dried Jackie's breasts and pussy. Being a conscientious trainer, I even did between her toes. Jackie slumbered on, a blissful smile on her face.

"What's next in the training regimen?" the brunette asked. She had the chair turned around, and was leaning on the back with her legs spread wide, but she didn't seem in any hurry to put her dress back on.

"That's confidential," I said, working on the other set of toes. Actually I didn't have a clue. A few minutes ago I was thinking about escaping out the bedroom window and climbing down the porch, but now I sensed other possibilities. "You know her better than I do. What do you think she'd like?"

Vera contemplated Jackie's big nude body, still glowing pink from the shower. "She's a masochist. That's why she puts up with Maurice's shit. She'd probably love it if you tied her up and whipped her."

"A reasonable guess," I said. When Jackie was dry I arranged her on one side of the bed, face up. I wanted something easier to work with than plastic tubing, so I checked the closet and found a bunch of long scarves. I tied her wrists together, and tied the free end to the horizontal post at the head of the bed. Then I tied her ankles the same way, and stretched her out to the foot of the bed. This left her lying in a straight line on the right side of the bed.

Although I was getting a lot of action at the Conclave, this was the first time I'd tied an unconscious woman. Having so much power over her made me feel especially wicked.

Meanwhile, there was Vera. When I was done with Jackie, I patted the empty side of the big bed. "Lie down," I said.

She shrugged indifferently, and acted bored, but I noticed she didn't need a second invitation. Vera snubbed out her cigarette and lay down and extended her arms over her head without being asked. I tied her wrists the same way, with a scarf, and tied them to the top of the bed. She didn't bat an eye when I pulled off her red panties and exposed her dark bush. I tied her ankles to the foot of the bed, and there she lay, as naked as her friend was.

When both women were helpless (and one still asleep) I went through Vera's purse. "Hey! Stay out of that!" Vera protested. Ignoring her, I dumped its contents on the dresser. Kleenexes, an eyeglasses case, lipsticks... Ah, a baggie of pot! And some papers. Vera glared at me.

Just then Jackie came to. She blinked and stretched and wiggled a little, testing her bonds. She saw me first, standing at the foot of the bed, and smiled. Then she noticed Vera stretched out beside her. "Hi," she said, blushing a little.

"Surprise," Vera said dryly. "Just thought I'd drop in. Your trainer here is really something."

Jackie giggled. She was still tipsy.

"How much does he charge for a session?"

"Now girls, let's not talk shop," I said. "Vera was kind enough to bring us some smoke. Let's party!"

I rolled a joint, and sat cross-legged on the bed between them, my left knee on Vera's thigh, my right knee on Jackie's. I lit the joint, and gave each woman a hit, carefully holding it to their lips. They sucked in the smoke eagerly. It was good shit; after two puffs I could feel the skin on my skull crystallizing. When my mouth went numb I stubbed out the joint and carefully set it aside for later. If we smoked any more now, we'd all be zombies.

Sitting between two naked helpless women, I felt like the king of the world. I stroked Jackie's leg. She sighed and spread her knees, and I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh. "Your friend said I should whip you," I reported.

"She did, huh?" Jackie turned her head to look at Vera, who stared at the ceiling impassively.

"What do you think I should do to her?" I asked Jackie.

"Tie her to a chair. Tie her up and gag her evil mouth. Then make love to me while she watches, frustrated, unable to do anything."

"I like the sound of that," I said, caressing her curly red cunt hair. "But seeing you two in the same bed is giving me another idea."

I found the roll of white plastic tape and gagged both women. I wasn't worried about them screaming for help, since they were clearly eager to be fucked, but I enjoyed the ritual of sealing their mouths and making them mute. Then of course I had to test my craftsmanship. Both women were on the chesty side; I had a lot of flesh to work with. I mauled their tits and pinched with their nipples and made them go 'MMMM' and 'EEEEE' until I was satisfied their gags were effective.

When I'd had enough fun, I started acting on my plan. Vera first. I untied the scarves at the head and foot of the bed, but left her wrists and ankles tied. Then I helped her sit on the edge of the bed. Stoned, she slid to the floor as if her bones had turned to spaghetti.

Next, I untied Jackie's wrists and ankles. She stretched and wiggled, but didn't try to get out of bed. Which was fine with me; bed was where I wanted her. I scooted her to the middle and winged her arms and legs out toward the corners. The redhead giggled and watched passively as I tied her spread-eagled. This took a bit longer than anticipated, as my fingers were turning numb from the dope, and I found the intricacy of the knots distracting, but she just lay there watching.

When I had Jackie positioned, I returned to Vera, who was still curled up on the floor beside the bed. I took her by the shoulders and pulled her up, and got her sitting on the side of the bed. Her eyes were half-closed, thanks to the dope. I pushed her chest, and she fell back across her friend's stomach.

The next part took some work. An overhead crane would have been useful, but fortunately I am not a weak man. When I was done, Vera was lying on top of Jackie, face down and headed the opposite way. I spread-eagled her too. They were the same height, so when I was finished, Vera's face was in Jackie's cunt, and vice versa. The women looked like two starfish mating.

"Comfy?" I asked Vera, patting her upraised butt.

She mumbled something in her gag, and nuzzled Jackie's pussy with her nose. "Want to use your tongue?"

Vera nodded.

I lifted her head and peeled off the tape. Vera licked her lips and put her face into Jackie's crotch. I couldn't see what she did, because her dark curly hair concealed her face, but Jackie squealed and her entire body tensed. She thrashed as if trying to buck the other woman off, but of course the way Vera was tied, she wasn't going anywhere. Gradually Jackie relaxed, moaning, as Vera's head moved side to side, back and forth. Her knees opened and closed in a slow rhythm; I think she was tensing her leg muscles to affect her cunt.

I went up to the head of the bed, to where Vera's cunt covered Jackie's face. All I could see was her forehead and eyes and the top of her nose, buried in the brunette's slit. I caught her eye. "How about you? Want that gag off?"

Jackie nodded.

I had to lift Vera's pelvis to get at Jackie's mouth, but I managed. I peeled off the tape, and let Vera's crotch fall back into place on Jackie's face. I couldn't see what happened next, but Vera flinched as if she'd experienced an electric shock. "Oh yes!" she gasped. I could see her buttocks clenching as they set to work, licking and panting, sucking each other's clits. Skin on skin! What fantastic energy must be flowing through them!

The sight was so exciting, I got hard again. Vera's bottom was just too tempting to pass up. I found some lubricant in a nightstand, and squirted it into her asshole. "Hey!" she squealed. But there was nothing she could do as I climbed on her back and guided my torpedo into the devil's porthole. "Oh Godd...!" she screamed, either from me or what Jackie was doing down below. I dug one hand into her short curly hair to hold on, and rode her like a bucking bronco. It was precarious, being perched that high up, but I hung on and got the job done.

After I came, I let them buck me off, and slid to the floor. The women were still going at each other, squealing and licking. I wondered how long they could keep it up. This could be one for the record books.

Just then, I heard the door downstairs open. A man's voice shouted, "Good news, baby. The client canceled the meeting!"

Maurice!

Despite my stupor, I grabbed my clothes and shoes. No time to put them on; I bundled everything into my shirt and climbed naked out the second-floor window above the porch. Crouched in the dark, I dressed frantically.

I could hear Maurice walking around inside. Fortunately he made himself a drink before he came clomping up the stairs. "Jackie? Honey?"

The women were still going at each other. I don't think they heard him coming. I wondered what story they'd concoct to explain their situation.

Well, they were smart ladies. They'd think of something.

I slid over the edge of the roof and dropped into the dark.