(Happy 100th Post!)<br/><br/><br/>There was a primal glee that erupted within Emma whenever Jason compliments her and says that he knew she’d comply and further submit to him. Her knees were pulsing with red hot pain, but there was something that was keeping her there on that shower floor until she was told otherwise. Her natural submissive behavior taking an even stronger hold of her mental and physical reigns. She waited patiently for him to spit in her mouth, despite the near-disgust feeling it gives her. Which, shouldn’t really make anyone feel disgusted. Maybe it’s just the kind of...degrading, almost condescending connotation that spitting in someone’s mouth has earned in society. Well, I’ll tell you this: in BDSM, if you’ve got a kinky Dom, chances are, they’ll spit in your mouth. So... Do with that information as you will.<br/><br/>Regardless! Emma waits for Jason, and she feels immensely relieved whenever the man reaches up and adjusts the shower head so that water isn’t constantly raining on her face. The hot water at such a low angle tends to actually sting and almost numb your skin if you sit underneath it for long. She blinks away the water from dripping into her eyes, and that’s when she watches him bend over her and transfer. Spit drools from his mouth and meets her tongue until he has no more to give, and Emma (still under a primal, submissive instinct) knows better than to spit it out or swallow it immediately. Men always like to admire their work. The order to keep his spit lingering in her mouth is given, and Emma breathes open-mouthed as her tongue naturally wiggles a little with the wad of spit resting on it. Praise comes from the celebrity after a few moments of admiration, and that was enough to make Emma tingle happily some more. Even through the pain in her knees, there was an urge to rub her thighs together to get some sort of sexual tension relieved.<br/><br/>Jason orders her to swallow his spit, and he assures her that she’d be able to get up and dry off afterwards. He mentions that she’ll finish him off in bed, and then doesn’t say anything about getting her off. And instead of feeling angry about that, she felt even more aroused. The idea that he’d get his satisfaction and she wouldn’t get hers was a huge power move. Very common in the more sadistic side of BDSM if I’m not mistaken. Submissives are to have the mentality that their pleasure is not guaranteed—that their Dom’s pleasure is first and foremost, and he decides whether she earns an orgasm or not. Emma shivers once again, and she closes her mouth to swallow his spit. It felt a little slimy, but while it slid down her throat, there was a sexual sensation that sent fireworks through her nerves. She would never be able explain the sensation.<br/><br/>Reaching up and grabbing at Jason’s arms for help, Emma’s legs shake as if she were a deer fawn. Getting to her feet took quite a few seconds, but once on them, blood was able to move through her legs again. A sigh of relief escapes Emma, and she manages to turn and shut the shower off.