I step into the shower and, in my mind's eye, she steps in behind me.

The water sprinkles down over both of us and I'm  facing the shower, letting half the water spray on my face and run down my chest, careful to let some of the water fly past my ear to my Mistress.

I start to turn, but she puts her hands on my hips and says "No. Hand me the soap."

I pass it back and feel her fingertips linger on mine as she slowly slides the soap off my hand.

"Shampoo your hair," she tells me. I measure out shampoo and start working it into my hair.

"Keep shampooing your hair until I tell you to stop," she instructs, a hint of fun in her voice.

She steps close and I feel her body press against mine and her soapy hands slide up my torso and begins alternately massaging and pinching my nipples. Her soapy belly and hips grind slowly against my buttocks.

"Like that, lover," she inquires playfuly as she delivers a particularly painful pinch.

"Yeah," I pant out, and I do...like it. The smell of her and I and the soap; the warm water; her hips gyrating against mine; it's intoxicating.

"Good," she says and pulls back. My skin chills slightly where her body was. "Work it in," she reminds me and I realize my hands are frozen to my head. I start working the lather into my hair.

I feel her hands at my waist again, one hand holding the bar of soap. As her hands travel around me, headed down this time, i feel her soft belly and hips again press against me and she starts gyrating again.

Her hands lather up my belly, then my thighs, and then I let out a little gasp as she works the soap into my balls and the base of my cock. She slowly works the soap up and down my cock, moaning and gyrating and thrusting her hips against me. She moves with slow, deliberate motion all the way up and down the entire length of my straining cock. I turn slightly and step forward so that more of the water runs past me and away from my well-lubricated shaft.

"I don't feel you washing," she admonishes me with an abrupt and firm squeeze of my balls.

I put my hands back into motion, working the lather deeper into my hair.

She pulls back from me again briefly then
presses into me again. She's relathered the front of her and we're slippery and warm together.

"Want me to continue, lover?" she asks.

"Yes," I swallow. "Please."

She giggles then reaches around with her soapy left hand and resumes her slow, rhythmic pumping. Then I feel something rough and scratchy on the outside of my thigh. I chance a quick glance down and see in her hand a long-handled cleaning brush with a round tuft of stiff, inch-long bristles on the end.

I suddenly remember my hair and start moving my hands again.

Still rubbing my cock slowly, she pulls it up to rest against my belly and continues stroking the bottom of the shaft with the palm of her hand. Her body jerks and I feel the brush slap hard against my defenseless balls. The brush comes down twice more then I feel the brush press into my balls and rub lightly in circles for a few seconds.

“I think your hair’s clean enough now. Rinse.”
As I push my head under the water she holds my hips and walks me backwards a step, then pushes the brush between my legs from behind, forcing my legs apart until the bristles find my balls again. She slaps them twice playfully.

“Stand up” she orders, and then she pushes past me so that she’s now nearer the shower and I’m behind.

“Do you want permission to cum today,” she asks.

I rub the water out of my eyes and let them feast for a moment on her nakedness.

“Yes please. Oh that would be great I’m so damn horny.”

She hands me the soap. “Show me.”

I lather up then hand the soap back. I stroke my cock carefully, slowly. I know better than to cum until she commands it. She takes the soap from me and begins washing in front of me, slowly, sensuously.

“Faster,” she commands as she rinses the soap from her body. I do as I’m told and speed up. Maybe she’ll really let me cum this time.

She picks up the brush, smiles and then slaps my balls with it twice. “Stop.” She commands. Good thing too…as horny as I am after more than a week of regular stimulation but no release a good slap on the balls could easily have me spurting uncontrollably.

She lathers up her hand and steps closer, taking over control of my cock.

“Grab the curtain rod,” she orders. I turn and do as she says.

She stops stroking my cock but leaves her hand in place. “Hump my hand. If you can do it fast enough I’ll let you cum.”

I start humping for all I’m worth and she’s laughing at the sight of me. She’s only holding my cock loosely and I can’t get enough friction to start building to a climax. With her other hand she starts spanking my ass with the brush. After a minute she commands me to stop.

“Well, I guess you didn’t really want to cum all that bad after all,” she says playfully, and steps from the shower. “Maybe tomorrow.”