He wants to drown me again

by Richard “Riwa” Shepard
Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles

I sit here waiting while he goes and sets up the camera. I’m in my pink dress and I’m going commando because he wants it that way. Figures.

He says I’m due for another dunking. And he told me he plans on using the handcuffs. Damn him. I don’t mind the dunkings, but the bondage makes me nervous. I think that’s why he enjoys it so much. Maybe that’s why I’m beginning to feel a little moist down below.

He comes and gets me and cuffs my wrists behind my back. I feel a tremor of fear (or is it arousal). Then he escorts me outside to the pool.

He makes me stand there waiting on the edge as he gets into the water and sets up the underwater camera. Then he climbs out. “Time for your drowning, bitch” and I get pushed in with a splash.

He jumps right in and pushes me down by my shoulders before I can even get a good breath. He holds me down just to give me a taste of what I’m in for. Does he know how much this turns me on? I don’t like to tell him but I think it’s obvious the way my nipples protrude and I get lubricated down below.

Bubbles spew out of my nose; is he trying to scare me? He’s holding me down a long time on this first one. My skirt rides up; he must really like that.

I grunt and bubble as he keeps pushing me down. Is he really going to drown me? He says he is but he hasn’t so far. Still, there’s a first time for everything. And there would be nothing I could do to stop him if he wanted to. Why the hell does the idea turn me on so much??

I’m up for a quick breath and then back down… up and then back down. The third time really gets me to trembling like crazy as I lose more air out of my nose.

He starts throwing me around a little, lifting me up for a breath and then back down again. My dress rides up again as my hair flows all around my head. I lose more bubbles as I try to hold my breath. My heart thumps loudly in my chest.

He pulls me up and grants me an all too brief breath before he sits me down on my ass. Then he holds me here. I lose more air out of my nose as I wriggle and squirm. I’m getting horny now, but I’m sure as hell not going to tell him that. It doesn’t matter as I can tell how hard he’s getting.

Up… down… up… down. My legs go flying as his camera gets a view of my goodies. I’m breathless and horny and I’m struggling to hold my breath again. He’s loving this; I can tell he’s loving this.

He pushes me down and leaves me. I don’t move at all as I hold my breath. Eventually buoyancy allows me to start to float up to the surface.

I get my knees underneath me and work my head out of the water. The hair is in my eyes but I see where he’s at. He’s over with the camera, pulling it out of the water and setting it up at the surface.

Great; just great. Now he’s going to drown my ass while getting surface shots.

He returns and looks at me funny like something went wrong. “Didn’t I drown you?” he asks curiously. That’s when he rolls me over onto my face. Shit; now he’s really going to drown me!

He grabs me by a handful of hair and holds my head under. “Didn’t you drown yet?” he asks. I wriggle and struggle, knowing I won’t get another breath until he allows it. That thought alone gives me wildly erotic sensations running through my body.

He pulls my head up and I gasp quickly for breath. “Drown bitch,” he growls as he forces my head back down. I feel another jolt of erotic tingles as I’m forced to hold my breath.

“Spread ‘em for the camera, bitch, or I’ll drown you for real.” In response I spread my legs up at the surface. “Slut!” he laughs as he pushes my head lower into the water.

He pushes my head deeper as my ass sticks up for the camera to see. I know he’s showing everyone the fact I’m not wearing anything underneath. It’s humiliating in an erotic kind of way, being exposed like this. But I’ve already glanced over and seen how hard he is. The bastard is sure enjoying himself this time.

I kick and struggle as he pushes my head down. “Still got some breath left in you, bitch? Guess I gotta keep you down longer!” I feel an erotic jolt wondering when he’s going to let me back up. My pussy is throbbing like crazy right now.

“I think you need a little help drowning, honey.” And with that he leans into my head, forcing me even lower in the water. My lungs are screaming at me; I keep losing air out of my mouth and nose. He could drown me anytime he wants. And today he just might.

He gives my head a good push down in the water and I bubble like crazy. “It’s sure taking you a long time to drown, bitch! I didn’t know you could hold your breath so long. No matter… those handcuffs should keep you from rising up.” His words give me another erotic jolt as I thrash about face down in the water.

He pulls my head up, I gasp for breath, he dunks me again. He pulls my head up and dunks me again. Then he pushes down on my head until I’m left to float for his viewing pleasure. He removes one cuff, but it’s too late. I float lifelessly, my lungs having given out.

I hold that position for the longest time. Then he pulls my head up and removes the other cuff. He drags me over to the side of the pool and I climb out. I sit on the edge panting like crazy, my hair in my eyes as I wonder if he’s going to do it all over again. I just hope he takes me later in the bedroom as I’m horny as hell…

© 2016 (written for Mr. and Mrs. Aquaphile 1 Sep 23 ’16 by Riwa)

(Pictures courtesy of the Aquaphiles and are used for illustration purposes only.)