Story 2: Submissive Feminist

Chapter 13:

When I awoke I was angry and hot. The arousal that I gained in my dream had not subsided at all. I was so filled with lust, I almost felt more animal and less human. Lisianski always kept me on a tight schedule in the morning, but this time I knew that I could easily push myself over the edge in a minute or two. I'd just have to run faster to catch the bus.

Since I am gagged so often now, it seems that Lisianski had developed a habit of talking to herself. Indeed, sometimes she even sang to herself. This morning she was humming a nameless, tuneless tune.

"Doo di doo dee doo dee doooo."

I was rinsing the soap from my hair remembering Laysan's smile.

"Doo di doo dee doo dee doooo-ooo," Lisianski continued.

Now was the time to make my move. Relief would soon be mine.

"subGrrl is taking down the shower head."

The shower head is connected to a flexible hose.

"subGrrl is pointing it at her legs a-spread," Lisianski sang in the same annoying, monotonous voice.

I ignored her and concentrated on the sensation of water flowing over my sex. I spread my lips a little seeking the best stimulation.

"But, subGrrl's susceptible to my suggestings," Lisianski droned on.

Ohh! I closed my eyes and arched my back.

"Her shower head now sprays out straight pins."

"Yeeoooww!!" I threw the shower head away from me as the shower stall filled with the sound of thousands of tiny slivers of metal ringing off the tile. I brushed my sex, dislodging a collection of pins that had been impaled into my skin by the force of the flow from the shower head and tumbled out of the stall pulling down half the shower curtain. I collected myself off the floor of the bathroom, my crotch still on fire, and looked into the shower. There were no pins at all... just water...

"Doo di doo dee doo dee doooo. Doo di doo dee doo dee doooo-ooo," Lisianski continued to sing unphased. "You better hurry or you'll miss your bus."