As I started up the steps, Tess walked bondage into view in the doorway, short little skirt, gorgeous tits, and a coy smile. I reached the top of the steps and looked down at her; her smile never wavered as she stared at me. I gave bondage her a quick, nose-wrinkled sniff, and walked to my room to shower, she followed. Peeling off my wet shirt, I flung it against a wall in irritation. What the fuck was that smile about? Like I couldn’t handle that little girl or something. She slave didn’t know I had PLANNED that… or something. Well extreme bdsm it had crossed my mind, I wasn’t expecting her to show balls like that and take off running. Whatever, I needed a shower. I started the water spraying, and unbuttoned my pants. She walked past me, behind me, but I eyed extreme bondage her in the mirror. What was she playing at? I bent over and took off my female bondage shoes and socks, still keeping an eye on her. She bent over slightly and lowered the toilet seat lid, her skirt riding up her thighs to the top of her legs and the bottom bump of her gorgeous bondage ass. Then, sitting delicately on top of the lid like a bondage pussy princess, she crossed her legs and looked at me again with that goddamned smile, like nothing was wrong and the world was all sunshine, unicorns and gummy bears. Mmm, gummy bears. I realized I was hungry. I didn’t say a bondage slave thing to her; I took my pants off and bdsm pics tossed them into a corner next to the laundry basket. I caught a quick, disapproving flinch in her face as she looked at the pants then back to me. What the fuck, was I on show now? I am not her personal stripper. But I’m not going to say anything, everything is fine bondage pics and I’ve got it all under control. I lowered my boxer briefs and turned to look at her. I had no problem standing here naked with her looking at me. I’d fucked the shit out of her with this bondage cock; she was well acquainted with it! Whatever. I turned and walked into the shower. I grabbed the soap and a rag and scrubbed hard against the urine areas. In some areas my skin turned a bright pink from the scrubbing, but I had to get rid of that smell. That was just gross. I’d have to discipline that little cunt soon. This was an extra special disciplining that I’d have to think up. You cruel bondage don’t throw piss on someone, kidnapper or not! Gross! Maybe I’d piss on her? I scrubbed through my washing routine and slowly twirled around, letting the water wash off the soap and hopefully perfect slave all the urine. I reached over and grabbed the shampoo bottle. Hmm, feels a little light. I tried to squeeze some out into my hand but the bottle was empty. Fuck… I thought I had at least half a bottle in here. I started to open my mouth to ask Tess for some shampoo-bottle-grabbing assistance but quickly stopped myself. Did she plan this? Did she bound slave empty my shampoo bottle so I’d ask her for help? When did I become such a mental case?!? I am in control here. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing or what she did. Shampoo empty, problem. Find more shampoo, solution. I opened the door to the shower and glanced her way, she seemed to have a questioning look on her fucking bondage face, like she was waiting for something. Putting on my best “unaffected” airs I sniffed again and turned to the tub, looking for the shampoo there. It was placed at the edge of the tub closest to the shower. Not in the corner with the conditioner or the face scrub, no, it was placed right on the edge just waiting there for me. mmmHHMMM. I snatched up the shampoo, gritting my teeth a little slave and walked back into the shower… my sanctuary. This girl was crazy man! Psycho mind-games and shit! Uhhh... well I did kidnap her and worse, but what the fuck. No. I’m still here, in control. How could she unseat the champ here? Not going to happen. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve for her and her little friend and… wait, bondage pain quick check of the shampoo bottle. I looked around the outside for … I don’t know what… poison? I unscrewed the top and peeked inside. Dark. What was I expecting? I sniffed the opening casually. Yup, smells like shampoo. I wonder if she did anything to it? GAH! I’m driving myself bondage orgasm crazy and she’s in the passenger seat telling me it’s just a little further till we get there!!! I shampooed my hairs without incident. Turned off the water and stepped out, drying off. She was still there, still on her throne, still with that goddamned pretty fucking smile. I walked into my room and dressed in fresh clothes, did my hair and spritzed on some new cologne. I turned and looked into the great bondage bathroom and she was still sitting high on her throne watching me. I cleared my throat and smiled back at her, “Tessie, get your shoes on, we’re going out for lunch and some new things.” Her head cocked and she stared incredulous like I had spoken a foreign language to her. “Oh, we’ll make sure you’re a good girl, but let’s hurry, I’m hungry.” I tossed some strappy, hookerish looking shoes her way and headed downstairs.