Tipping Point -- Chapter 2: Bathroom Abuse

He's almost in tears. The thought of her denial was overwhelming. His voice catches in his throat. He chokes. He looks into eyes. His pleading voice sounds very feminine.
“Please!! I'll do anything for you. Anything. I swear.”
“Hhmmmm. Well, I guess you can be forgiving if you bend over and remove my sounding rod with your mouth.”
“Yes, Mistress.”

She takes both of his hands in hers. Our fingers intertwine. He bends down. His nose bumps her tip. He licks at the tip trying to find the string. He hears her grunt. Her cock twitches. He tongues her cock. He pulls the string into his mouth. He feel the knot loosen.
He sucks the tip of her cock into his mouth. He grips the loop with his teeth and pulls back, gently. Inch by inch the sounding rod slides out. Its length and width is greater than the rod that was inside his. The end of the rod pulls free. Her hand reaches for it. She takes it from his mouth. She places on the bench next to her.
“Stand up straight, Lindsay.”
“Yes, Mistress.” She takes the soap from the dish.
“Turn around.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Her hands reach around his body as he turns to face away from her. She pulls him close to her. He feels her heat between his legs. Her breasts presses against his back.

With soap in hand she lathers his chest, stomach and then his pits and arms. Her soapy hands caress his skin. Her hands travel the length of both legs.
“Lift your foot.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He holds onto the shower walls for support as she washes one foot then the other. Her hands travel back up his legs, washing the insides of his thighs, never missing an inch.
Her hands seek every curve of his ass and crack, Her fingers fondle his balls and taint. His weenie wiggles in response to his gratitude.
She stands up behind him. She washes his neck and his face. He feels the water pour over him as she guides the shower nozzle. He rises himself of the soap.

She hands him the soap. Without a word, he lathers the soap in his hands and apply it to her body.