Bucket and soap

Her legs were spread wide apart as she was bent over with her neck tied to a chain, which was hanging from the ceiling. She wore only a tight corsete and garters. Her wirsts were bound on her back and her ancles were tied to metal rings on the floor.

He looked at her for a moment before approaching from behind with a bucket of water in his right and a solid soap in his left. Although the water was not cold she felt the chills as he touched her sex. Such an intimate task as washing her crotch was now performed by another person... and in such a perverse way. He was gentle with her but took his time to prolong her embarrassment... to let her slowly sink into her role as if into a sweet slumber.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her inner thighs as he began to flog her with a horse whip. Ten on each thigh. She couldn't contain her screams. He dropped his whip while she was still recovering from the last lash. Forcefully, he penetrated her and pulled on her hair. The chain rattled as he started thrusting her fiercly.

They were both so excited that their bodies soon started to emit a wet and repetitive sound. Her body tensed as she approached her climax. He pulled her hair more, so that she could look into his eyes and pressed the other hand to her clit, rubbing it violently. She cried out in pleasure and raised her heels as she came.

He waited for her heels to come back down and moved for her slowly, caressing her arms, her back and her hair. He slowly pulled out and walked over to the front and made her clean his still hard cock. She looked at him
the entire time. Then he pulled out and pushed up on her chin with his index and middle finger.

"Thank you," she said.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, turned around and walked out of the room; killing the light, locking the door.