Sinful Swimming

It was late afternoon, and I'd just barely finished moving in when I finally managed to send the message.

"New place has a pool."

This wasn't news to me of course, but in the hustle and bustle of packing and moving and unpacking, I hadn't had much of a chance to inform the one person it mattered to about this. My beloved Mistress.

And with the sending of those five simple words, now she knew.

She replied within seconds.

"Good Trinket... I'll be over in an hour."

My eyes widened at her message. I figured she'd want to come and make use of it at some point- after all, what was mine was most certainly hers, but so soon? There was barely any time to do much about it save clean up a little bit and then wait by the door like the obedient slave that I am.

An hour later, her familiar knock rang out on my door, and I rushed to open it.

Flinging it aside, I stared in awe at the veritable Goddess standing outside.

Mistress Syn smiled and stepped inside, a bag hanging over the shoulder of her black halter top- which, along with the black booty shorts and flip flops she was sporting, were about as close to 'normal' clothing as she wears when the weather gets this hot.

She looked around my place, giving it a brief once over before silently nodding her approval and shutting the door behind her.

Much as I hate to admit it, her approval means quite a bit, and I blushed beneath her gaze.

"I just picked up a new swimsuit Trinket," she said softly, patting the bag. "And since you so generously paid for it with your latest tribute, it's only fair that I wear it in your new pool."

I shivered with anticipation, the idea of my Mistress in a swimsuit making me melt far more than the early Summer heart already was. Even though I'd seen her in countless revealing outfits- as well as in nothing at all, there was just something about her incredible curves in a swimsuit that got my juices flowing. I could not wait to see the one she'd brought along with her.

"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, trying to hide my excitement as best as I could.

"That's why you're my favourite," Mistress Syn added, patting my head gently before grabbing my hair tightly. "But seeing as you waited 'til the last minute to tell me... I think you need to be punished a little too..."

Letting me go, she walked towards the back door, and I followed, suddenly slightly nervous about what she might have in mind for me.

We both gazed out into the fairly large yard, with its high fences and long, deep in-ground pool. A few deck chairs sat alongside it- they, like the pool, came with the place.

I turned towards Mistress Syn and awaited her commands, as well as my punishment.

She didn't make me wait very long for either.

"Strip down to your boxers and wait for me outside Trinket," she stated matter-of-factly before turning away.

"Oh, and put this on too."

Mistress Syn reached into her bag and pulled out a thick, black blindfold and tossed it my way. Catching it, I sighed as the truth quickly dawned on me.

My Mistress was going to let me see her in her new swimsuit, but she was going to make me wait for the privilege.

As she left me alone by the back door, I quickly stripped off my shirt, shorts and socks, then placed them on a chair and stepped outside into the warm summer sun wearing only my boxers. The lack of any more clothing did little to stifle the already overbearing heat of the day, yet I still walked across the deck and took a seat in one of the chairs before slipping the blindfold on and waiting.

A few minutes later- though it felt like much longer with the midday sun beating down on me, the back door opened and shut, and I heard Mistress Syn's flip-flops slap against the wooden planks of the deck. She stopped a few feet away from me, and though she didn't say a word, she made it clear my punishment was about to begin.

The squirt of a sunscreen bottle filled the air, globs of it plopping into her hand, and a groan escaped my lips. Though I couldn't see a thing through the thick blindfold, I knew Mistress Syn was likely already rubbing down her beautiful body with sunscreen, her well-manicured hands sliding across her soft, muscular arms and legs as well as her incredible chest.

In my mind, her tattoos were already glistening in the Summer sun, and I wished with every fiber of my being that I was the one rubbing it on her.

And she knew it.

"Aww, naughty Trinket," she teased, squirting another glob of sunscreen from the bottle into her hand. "Are you imagining that you're helping me put this on? Just rubbing your Mistress down and getting her all nice and slick?"

Another groan was my only reply, and she answered it with a giggle.

"Not today. Now just sit there and wait like a good little toy."

Once she finished up, she flicked her flip-flops off and the sound of her soft feet crossing the deck reached my ears, coming ever closer until she was standing right beside me. Then she reached down and slid the blindfold off my face, the bright Summer sun rushing in nearly blinding me.

Yet as my eyes adjusted to the light of day, I was at long last able to take in the sight of Mistress Syn's new swimwear in all its glory.

She looked amazing.

The glittering black fabric shone in the sun alongside her glistening body, her breasts just barely held back by the top and her incredible thighs threatening to overtake the tied bottom. It suited her magnificently, and I found that all I could do was stare at my beloved Goddess as she smiled and put her hands on her hips.

"Like it Trinket?" She asked with a grin, knowing the answer based on my expression, then spun around the show off her amazing ass as well.

Even if I'd been able to say something I doubt any words would have come to me. Nothing could describe the sight standing before me- and she hadn't even dipped a toe into the pool yet.

Dropping her bag and towel onto a nearby chair, Mistress Syn slowly made her way across the deck toward the waiting water. Shaking my head, I stood up, preparing to join her there, only for her to turn back and wag a finger at me. "Ah ah ah. You won't be doing any swimming today Trinket. At least, not in the pool... You just get to sit there and watch."

I dropped back into my chair with a sigh, then watched as she reached the edge of the pool and dove in, sending water into the air as well as onto the deck in front of me.

A moment later, she broke back through the surface, her purple and black hair wet and matted to her head, yet not taking away from her beauty in the slightest. Flopping onto her back, Mistress Syn raised her tattooed legs into the air and then dropped them, beginning to do the backstroke across the otherwise serene water.

The simple sight of her legs and chest moving up and down in the pool, droplets of water clinging to them for dear life, was nearly more than I could stand. From the moment she'd arrived, I'd already been as hard as could be, yet this made my erection strain against the fabric of my boxers.

Just as she expected. Mistress Syn wanted me hard, wanted me to suffer for her. And I would.

She reached the far end of the pool, then turned around and began swimming back, her keen eyes never leaving the water yet knowing in her heart that mine were glued to every movement of her perfect body. As if I could even think of looking anywhere else.

Back and forth, she swam the length of the pool over and over, a late afternoon workout and teasing session rolled into one. All the while, I wished nothing more than to be able to join her. To be in the same water as her. Yet I was denied, and that, mixed with the heat of the sun above and my burning desire for her below was one of the worst punishments I had ever received from her.

And yet, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Even a cruel tease like this simply made me want to serve Mistress Syn even more.

Midway across the pool, she stopped and swam to the side opposite the deck, and I watched as she pulled herself out and took a seat on the warm wooden planks. Mistress Syn stared at me, as well as the tent I was pitching in my shorts, then smiled and blew me a kiss before splashing at the water with her legs and feet, sending ripples into the pool as well as through me.

Sweat dripped down my face and body, and not all of it was from the heat.

Just watching her was enough to get me going, and if she told me at that moment to start playing with my cock right there and then I'd have done so in a heartbeat. But that wasn't what Mistress Syn wanted. At least, not today.

After sitting there a few minutes, she slid back into the water, the stunning siren that she is casually getting back to her previously established routine of going from one end of the pool to the other, and driving me mad the whole time. The fabric of her new swimsuit was clinging to her curves just like I wished that I could, and the water cascading down her body made me groan with seemingly never-ending desire for her.

I lost track of time after a while, just sitting there and watching Mistress Syn swim back and forth in an almost hypnotic way, my eyes glued to her even with the ever-increasing sweat pouring down my face from the heat as well as from the strain of my erection. You'd almost swear that I'd been the one who'd been in the water all this time from the look of me.

The sight of her breaking through the surface once more, her glistening breasts in full view, nearly pushed me over the edge. My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I swore I was about to have a heart attack, yet my eyes never once left her body. If I were to die, at least I'd leave this world with an amazing view.

Luckily, that was not to be, and eventually, Mistress Syn finished up, swimming up to the side where I sat, smirking at the sight of me. I'd practically melted into a puddle from both the heat as well as her display of swimming prowess.

Without a word, she pulled herself free from the pool's depths and walked over to the chair her towel rested on, then dried the lingering droplets from her body before pulling a water bottle from her bag and taking a swig from it.

Watching her reminded me of just how parched I'd become, a fact she quickly noted. Stepping towards me, Mistress Syn shook her head. "Silly Trinket, you know how important it is to stay hydrated... You really should have brought a water bottle with you like I did."

She was right, and I knew it. I felt like a right fool for not having brought one outside. However, rather than chastise me further, she did something unexpected.

Rolling her towel onto the deck, Mistress Syn pointed to it. Without a second though, I slipped from the chair onto it and laid down on the damp fabric even as the heat continued to radiate from above.

Mistress Syn took a seat on the now empty chair and placed her feet on my face. I half expected her to tell me to lick them, as she normally would whenever I was in such a position, but instead, she unscrewed the top of her water bottle, leaned over and, after a second, began to pour the water out and onto her feet.

"Open up Trinket," was all she said, and I did so immediately, the water cascading down the top of her feet and through her toes on its way to my waiting mouth. The cool liquid mixed with the traces of pool water as well as the dirt she picked up while walking across the deck, but I didn't care. I was so thirsty I drank down every last drop.

She kept pouring until the bottle was empty, and though it wasn't the greatest situation to be in, I couldn't deny it quenched one of my thirsts.

"Good Trinket," she added, then began to wipe her slightly damp feet across my face, the sensation of her warm, wet soles making me even harder than I already was. I kissed them gently in submissive reverence, and though she didn't tell me to do so, Mistress Syn seemed willing to allow it this time.

Closing the water bottle, she slid it back into her bag and pulled her feet away from my face, much to my dismay.

She rose from the chair and began to walk away, bag in hand, and I slowly sat up from her towel, watching her go.

Yet before she reached the back door, Mistress Syn stopped in her tracks and, much to my shock, pulled at the ties of her swimsuit.

The bottom piece fell to the ground, followed by the top. And though she didn't turn to face me, I could almost see the wicked smirk making its way across her beautiful face.

"Hang those up for me, then come inside... I think you've earned a little swimming of your own Trinket..."

Then she opened the back door and stepped inside, leaving me sitting there with eyes wide and jaw practically on the deck.

Crawling to my feet, I picked up her towel, then her swimsuit, and hung all three on the clothesline as carefully as I could. After that, I gulped, opened the door, and walked inside.

I slipped off my boxers and placed them alongside the rest of my clothes, my erect cock pointing straight up and telling me exactly where to go.

Where Mistress Syn was waiting for me to dive in.

Head first.