Bubble Bath and Bedtime Bondage #WickedWednesday #SoSS

At times, I need to get away. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city, away from studying, away from thinking about the rest of the world. I need a time-out from life. Over the past months, this has turned into a ceremony to rejuvenate myself. It is selfish, but we all deserve some time to ourselves.

I come home in the evening, overwhelmed, and need a break. Time to treat myself to some kinky alone time. The bathtub in my condo is not large, but enough to enjoy a deep soaking bath for a while. I start the water, usually on the hot side. With a few drops of bubble bath, I watch how the foam begins to build up around the bathtub faucet, right where it falls into the tub. I watch it for a minute or two before getting undressed.

Back in the bedroom, I take off my clothes, put them away, and look for some sexy lingerie to put on my bed. Sometimes, depending on my mood, it’s a bit more than lingerie; maybe some bondage items that I can put on myself. Anything that helps me have a nice orgasm after my time-out in the bathtub.

Then I pick out one of my gasmasks. There are times when I really want to get away, think of nothing else. Those are the times when I enjoy some serious breathplay by myself. Most of the time, though, I just want to get that feeling of being cut-off from the world, be in my own cocoon, and focus on my breathing – nothing else.

When everything is ready, I go back to the bathroom. Now it’s time to put my gasmask on. Making sure it sits right, and the breathing is just the way I want it. I check the water, I love a tub full of bubbles. It’s the child in my that can’t have enough of them. When everything is just right, I step inside and carefully slip underneath the sheet of bubbles. Taking care to keep them for as long as I can.

Now it’s time to relax. For me, this means tuning out from the world. I can hear my own breath. The way the air inlet opens when I inhale, and closes when I stop. Holding my breath for a few seconds, until I feel the need to exhale, I breathe out slowly. Nothing happens quickly. Time slows down. All I focus on is my breathing, and how the bubbles play on my chest.

I play with my pussy, but only enough to look forward to masturbating when I’m back in bed. What goes through my head at these times is more like a daydream. Random thoughts, nothing coherent, just decompressing from the day. I don’t try to make sense of them, until they slowly disappear and my mind begins to focus on the orgasm that is sure to come.

This may last 20 minutes, sometimes 30. Long enough to clear my head. At this point, I have forgotten that I am wearing a gasmask. It has become part of the way I see the world. Removed, distant, just a restricted glimpse through the round eye openings and the glass cover.

When the bubbles are gone, it’s time to get out. I always take a bathrobe, rather than towels. It’s part of my cocoon. When I’m mostly dry, I walk back into the bedroom, still with my gasmask on. This evening, I want to fall asleep wearing some bondage gear to remind me of good times. They are binding my legs quickly and I disappear below the blanket.

I keep it warm in my bedroom. I sleep naked, but for my bondage gear. Before I fall asleep, I can’t wait to play with my pussy. My mind is the biggest turn on. With eyes closed, breathing becomes more quickly. I think of him, his cock, helplessly exposed to his will. He is rough. I’m his victim and willing object. He penetrates me, holding his hand cutting off my air intake.

With his cock pushing hard into my cunt, his hips ram faster and faster into me. I can barely breath, he doesn’t care. I grab his ass cheeks, dig my nails into him, I can feels trickles of blood, he slaps me in the face. Not letting go of him, I help him use all his force to use me as his fuck toy. It feels overwhelming, no escape, running out of air. Hoping for mercy is pointless. I’m his and have no say. He is about to come, my body responds. Just when I can’t take anymore, we both climax. He shoots his load inside me, and I rip the gasmask off my head as my pussy jerks uncontrollably in a massive orgasm.

My hand is dripping wet. So are the sheets. I turn off the light. Good night.

Wicked Wednesday... a place to be wickedly sexy or sexily wicked

16 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s