It all began years ago when I was in Junior High School and was out on a Friday night with my first serious girlfriend, Shauna. We were hanging out in...a pizza joint after the high school football game and while standing around, Rodney, one of the high school football players came over and began talking to me and my girl. She was looking up to him with a glassy look and he just bent down and kissed her in front of me. Of course he was twice my size and I probably would have been beat to a pulp,. She started to cover herself, feeling angst, but then stopped. She’d slept in her shirt, but it wasn’t all that bad. It was wrinkled, but it didn’t smell bad. Not like what she’d taken off. She was pretty sure she’d just toss those clothes in the trash. She found her jeans and, facing the bed, pulled them on, wiggling her hips to get them over the spread of her flesh there.She turned ... and there he was, standing in the doorway. He had obviously watched her pull her jeans up over her naked. The pace was considerably faster than when we had first started the training, but not rocket speed. However, I did eventually begin to struggle, and tried putting my hand up. He pushed it away, and then reached over and turned one of the nozzles and I felt the water hitting my back get a little cooler. He then said, "You'll get it." and then continued thrusting. I did good for a while. I gagged, and gagged up a little, in which case, he lifted me up and let the water rinse, before guiding me. The captor guided the girl’s head down to her pussy and allowed her slave to eat her out as she washed herself.Once they were both clean and dry, the woman took her captive back to her cell and left her there by herself.The dominatrix thought long and hard about what to do with her slave. She loved the girl, but the reality was that she couldn’t keep her, and she couldn’t risk someone finding out about what she did to her. She hated that she fell for her captive, and she hated herself for what.