“Ann, pass the showerhead.”
She reached out and unclipped the showerhead from its wall-mounted holder, offering it to Chloe.
“No you hold it.”
Chloe flicked the wall switch to cold, then she stepped back, letting go of me she waved Ann forward, indicating that she should spray me. The look of glee that burst onto Ann’s face at the thought of what she was about to inflict on me, lightened my heart. She isn’t just Chloe’s slave, she has a desire to dominate but in a fashion all of her own.
The jets of ice-cold water battered against my sensitive thighs, then she deliberately and slowly moved the flow upward, until it slapped into my dangling balls. Compressing them against my closed thighs, again ever so slowly she raised the tool head, creeping it upward until the full force of the
