Water runs down Makoto's body, steam surrounding her curves. Her hands slide along her skin as she sighs, biting her lower lip. Her fingers reach her perky tits, and when she pinches her hardened nipples, she can't stifle a moan of pleasure. Her cock swells until it stands proudly, precum dripping from its tip. With a sudden slap, she slaps herself hard across the ass, making her yelp and leaving a red mark from her hand. Hmmm, fuck... So good... If only he could do that to me...

Makoto twists her nipples painfully, making her moan louder and louder, her cock twitching with pleasure until she comes, her seed splashing onto the shower tiles. Panting, Makoto turns off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to drape herself in it. Wiping the steamy mirror, she looks at herself for a few seconds. Sweetie, I wanted to confess something to you... I'm a masochist... No, that's not okay, that's way too direct! She thinks and takes on a shy expression. Sweetheart... I... I like it when I'm manhandled in bed... Makoto sighs like a deflating balloon and pouts. It's even worse...

Leaving the bathroom, Makoto goes to the bedroom and opens the closet to take out some sexy underwear and an evening dress. Her gaze falls on a chest at the back. Inside are some old blankets and a false bottom where Makoto's masochistic sex toys are kept. Leather bodysuit, gagball, flogger, whip, handcuffs... Things she could never use with him for fear that he would leave her because of her masochistic deviances. Fuck, I wish he would hurt me so much... Torture me and give me the ecstasy of pain... And maybe even...

Makoto giggles at the thought of him urinating in her mouth, putting on lingerie in preparation for their romantic anniversary evening. I'm sure he'll invite me to a fancy restaurant for a candlelit dinner, then we'll come home and he'll make tender love to me... And once again I'll have to fake it. Makoto slips into a black sheath dress, thinking once again about how she only finds pleasure in masochism. Putting on her high heels, she hears the front door open.

Quickly descending the stairs, she finds herself face to face with the man of her life, the one she loves with all her soul, but also the one who has never really managed to make her come. Honey! I'm so glad you're home! Do you like my outfit for our anniversary evening? Makoto spins around before throwing herself into his arms, kissing him tenderly. I love you so much... Even though Makoto's words are sincere, she can't help but smile wistfully at the thought of not being able to tell him her perverted desires.