My wife and I met each other four years ago on a large, fetish-friendly social network. I was new to the East Coast kink scene, having just moved from San Diego. What started off as a few beers during a munch turned into a legit first date, which ended with Meredith getting a spanking. Six months later, we eloped. Our vanilla friends were shocked we even got together, since we appear to be total opposites. Little do they know how hot it is when opposites attract.

Physically speaking, I’m six-foot-three with a muscular build. I usually sport a buzz cut and have plenty of tattoos on my arms from my time in the Navy. I could probably also pass as a stunt double in the next Mad Max movie. Meredith, meanwhile, is a tattoo-free, pearl-wearing brunette preppy. But her incredible set of tits perfectly fills out her cashmere cardigans. Most folks probably already think I’m a freak, but they’d never guess my wife is a wonderfully depraved submissive slut!

Most weekdays, we are like any other couple prepping to commute to our respective career spaces. I work in engineering, and she runs an art gallery — again, totally opposite worlds. But most couples probably don’t start their Monday mornings the way we often do!

I enjoy gadgets and building things. So when we renovated our home, I made some modifications to the master bathroom. Our shower is a clear glass-encased spa with a large, stainless steel, square showerhead and a separate high-pressure, handheld, round showerhead. We also have a nylon bondage harness installed there.

I made those restraints specifically for my wife, so she could be both exposed and restrained for play, but still safe from any accidental slips and falls. The waterproof nylon forms a kind of crotchless web with ways to adjust the bindings around her wrists. It allows us to really let loose and enjoy knee-buckling, pleasure-torture sessions without worrying about safety.

Depending on what we’re both in the mood for, we might start out our shower with a sensual mutual lathering session. Or if she’s feeling sassy and I’m feeling serious, she’ll step into the harness and I’ll get down to the dirty business right away.

Last week was one of my serious Mondays. She had been awake for only 15 minutes and was already complaining about a work colleague, and I’d reached my limit as I finished brushing my teeth.

“That’s it.” I held up my hand. “I let you vent last night. Now you’re cut off. No more complaining about work for 24 hours.”

“Come on, Leo,” Meredith whined. “You know what she’s like.”

“Like what? Someone who’s miserable and negative? Kinda like you’re acting right now?”

Meredith whined, “That’s not fair.”

She gave me her distinctive bratty look — the one reserved for when she’s deliberately pushing my buttons.

Eager to see where the morning would lead, I played right into her game.

“You know, it seems like you need an attitude adjustment, or this week will be off to a rough start,” I told her.

“Yes, Sir. You’re right,” she said with a nod. She always calls me “Sir” when she’s in full submissive mode.

I pointed to the shower and said, “You know what to do.”

With an irresistible spoiled princess pout on her face, Meredith dropped the straps of her pink satin slip and then let the whole garment slide down over her beautiful curves. Her nipples reminded me of small headlights topping her large sloping breasts. Indeed, I was momentarily distracted, but I quickly re-focused on the task at hand and ordered her into the shower.

“Let’s see what’s going on here,” I said, sliding a finger between her smooth pussy lips.

Meredith gasped and moaned as my index finger circled her clit. As I’d expected, her cunt was already slippery wet.

“You planned to get me all riled up this morning, didn’t you?” I said teasingly, as I stroked her swollen clit a few more times.

“Yes, I did, Sir,” she said, trying to hide her mischievous smile.

I gave her clit a few more strokes, and her knees buckled. I pulled my hand away, unwilling to let her climax just yet.

“Hold out your arms,” I told her.

Meredith obeyed with a sexy sigh. I reached for the nylon bindings and helped her get into the harness.

“This morning we need to work on your nipples. That usually brings you in line,” I said.

Meredith’s face quickly betrayed her excitement. She was trying to appear impartial. But since the first time we’d hooked up, I’ve known how sensitive her nipples can be. She’s one of the few women I’ve met who can have an orgasm from having her nipples stimulated. We own several sets of nipple clamps, and even non-piercing jewelry for decoration.

That morning, I pulled out her favorite weighted clamps from the vanity drawer. They’re rubber-coated alligator clamps that are easily adjustable for every desired pressure. They’re weighted with gold balls and linked by a chain. They’re aesthetically pleasing to look at, but they’re also exceptionally effective at heighten sensations. They’re also perfect for play in the shower because the metal is treated and won’t rust.

I started with her left nipple, giving her breast a gentle squeeze before tugging on and pinching her nip with my fingertips. It quickly grew quite stiff, but I wanted to prolong her torment.

Meredith squirmed. She was wiggling as if she were trying to squeeze her thighs together to placate her poor clit. But bound as she was that was impossible.

“All right, here we go,” I said, opening the clamp and arranging its jaws around her tender pink nipple.

Meredith inhaled sharply as the clamp closed, and I tightened it. She gasped softly, but never used her safeword. So I forged ahead.

“Ready for the other one?” I asked.

She nodded and told me, “Yes, Sir.”

Reaching beneath her suspended body, I gave her a light smack on the butt. Next, I repeated the process and placed the other clamp on her right nipple. She squealed a bit as I adjusted the pressure and gave the connecting chain a tug.

As she hung before me — helpless and clamped — I turned on the water and reached for the handheld showerhead. I adjusted the knob, ensuring the temperature was icy cold, but making the streaming water fall like a gentle rain. And then, looking her in the eye, I brought showerhead to her chest and let the chilly water hit her nipples.

Meredith moaned and squirmed in her bindings.

I moved the showerhead away and tugged on the chain as I asked, “Is there anything you want to complain about this morning?”

My prissy princess didn’t reply, but she gave me a defiant little smirk.

I adjusted the water pressure for the handheld, so the spray was shooting out in high-intensity jets, which felt like little needling pulses of pleasure.

Meredith bit down on her lower lip as the jet made contact with one nipple and then the other. I alternated back and forth, spending a few unpredictable seconds on each side.

I caressed her face and asked, “Anything to say?”

“Please,” she begged. “I need to come so bad.”

“Well, you have been obedient. I suppose some reward is called for.”

I opened the vanity drawer and grabbed a waterproof cordless vibrator.

“Oh yes! Please, Sir,” she pleaded.

“Don’t get too excited now. I haven’t decided when I’m going to let you come.”

She pouted once more. Oh, how I live for that pout!

I shrugged and set the wand down, then turned on the overhead shower, adjusting the temperature so it would be warm and comfortable.

“We still need to get you ready for work,” I reasoned, and she agreed.

I put some of her body wash on a loofah and tenderly lathered up my still very bound wife, focusing on her breasts. Her senses were already heightened from our nipple play. She seemed desperate for me to touch her pussy. But I didn’t give in right away — not even when she moaned, wiggled and begged.

She was an exquisite sight — wet, glistening and unspeakably sexy. Her cheeks were flushed, no doubt from a combination of the steamy shower and her arousal.

I strove to present myself as calm, cool and collected, but I was burning up inside. I was also unable to deny her any longer. I grabbed the vibe, set it on low and let it touch her outer lips.

Her entire body seemed to tremble, and she moaned, “Oh God!”

With my other hand, I picked up the handheld showerhead again, rinsing away all the lather. But once the soapy foam was gone, I withdrew both the vibrator and the showerhead.

“Are you ready to come for me?”

My wife eagerly nodded.

I set the water on cold again and fixed the firm jets on her nipples.

Meredith yelped, and I responded with another light spank to her rear.

“I’m going to put the toy on your clit now. You better do a good job and come as hard and as fast as you can.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a quaver in her voice.

I resumed the water nipple-torture and applied the wand to her clit. She furiously bucked her hips. I increased the vibrator’s intensity, and she cried out. Her poor nipples were looking quite swollen inside the clamps, and I gave their chain a tug.

That sent Meredith over the edge. Her body bucked, and she moaned with helpless abandon.

“Are you coming for me?”

“Oh fuck! Yes!”

“Yes, what?” I tugged the chain again.

“Yes, Sir! Ah, fuck, I’m coming!” my dear Meredith shouted excitedly.

As soon as it seemed her release was complete, I powered off the toy and turned off the water.

I adjusted the bindings until her pussy was level with my raging erection, then I jammed my cock into her wet and welcoming snatch. I clutched her hips and pumped my rod in and out of her. Using one thumb to rub her clit, I kept fucking her until she climaxed once more. The feeling of her velvety cunt clutching my shaft made me shoot, and I emptied my balls into her.

Afterward, I undid her bindings and helped her out of the harness. Then I turned on the shower again, so we could quickly wash up before dressing for work.

Playing in the shower is the perfect way to start the week with a clean slate — after getting down and dirty.