Soap Is Not Ginger (Or Lube)
A tale about punishment sex and “soaping up the dick”, by Amber:
I got away with jerking off without his authorization once – and a naughty gal that I am, I had to try it again. So what happened?
First, I got a spanking.
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Next, we headed for the shower, which was our original plan. I had to brush my hair before getting in there, and as I studied my reflexion in the mirror, he prodded my ass with his entirely unlubricated, dry finger, which, you imagine, didn’t make it very far. He soaped it up and renewed the activity, and then soaped up his cock and plunged it inside as I bent over the sink. I could see both my pained and his ecstatic expression in the mirror, as he fucked me rough and raw with his soapy member.
It was uncomfortable – much like the way it used to be when we just started doing it – and even though I am quite comfortable with it after a generous application of lube, soap seemed to have gotten absorbed by the tissues or dried out, making it increasingly more uncomfortable with every thrust. I did try to breathe deeply and allow him to have me till the end, which he did.
We got into the shower, and after a few minutes I realized that my insiders WERE ON FIRE – at first I thought it was because of the roughness of the sex, but then I figured it was because of the soap, which is not designed for prolonged application to mucusy membranes. IT BURNED. It burned so much that I began to cry, got out of the shower, and placed myself over the toilet as I poured and poured water on myself in the attempts to alleviate the torture, all while crying the entire time. He got out of the shower too and squatted by my side, looking concerned. “It’s like having soap in your eyes,” I explained (only not quite SO bad). And it wasn’t a good kind, titillating, endorphine-friendly burn, like that produced by ginger. It was just a mean soapy burn, reminding me of Fight Club for some reason.
But after about 10 minutes I think it finally went away, and the shower activities resumed, where I was washed carefully (this time without soapy fingers in my ass) and rinsed thoroughly.
Anyhow, the bottom line is – he said that next time I masturbate without permission, he’s going to “soap up the dick.” Ouch! “I will be very good and I will not masturbate without permission,” I begged earnestly, terrified. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a punishment that I wouldn’t welcome, but the fear of this particular torture is sure to keep me on the straight and narrow. I promise!
Thats fuckin hot. I’m not into that kind of control, but it was fun to read about. LMAO, soap up the dick, hahahha funny shit. I once put a girls feet so far behind her head in the corner of her bed (which was in the corner of her room) that she was just stuffed in the corner getting “stuffed”. So from then on out I’d always say,”you wanna get stuffed in the corner”. Sort of a double meaning. Good times…good times.