The setting...
A langorous large bath with steamy hot water lavendar petals and a hint of peppermint oil in the water.
The participants...
The Lady... and her toy...
The Lady slips into the water smoothly, closing her eyes letting the tensions flow from her knotted muscles as her senses drink in the soothing lavendar mint. Her boy has been amazingly well behaved and well mannered lately. She wonders in the back of her mind what's in his that he's been so incredibly attentive.
She hears the door slip open and the gentle ring of his collar bell. Without speaking a sound, he picks up the sponge and begins washing her shoulders. He knows just how to touch her to ignite the fire within her, and she knows precisely by his silent touch what he asks of her. She resists and pretends he does not affect her. He sponges down her arm and then back up ensuring he misses nothing as he cleanses away her day.
He repeats this same procedure with her other arm glancing up at her face. His heart sinks as she seems oblivious to his ministrations. He contains his dismay as best he can knowing it is she how must be happy and pleased.. his thoughts and feelings are irrelevant to hers.
She watches him through slitted eyes noting his disappointment. She wants to reward him for his behaviou lately, but she knows the reward will be much sweeter after her silence. He lightly sponges her neck and between her breasts. He's bathed her several times, but still he is tentative about washing her breasts. She continues her silence and he draws in a breath hopes to hide his blush and sponges the tender skin of her left breast careful not to touch her nipple. The clear water lapped gently at her body as his movements caused the water's movements.
He tried to keep his eyes respectfully averted from the perfect tan auriola around her sleeping nipples. The control she had over her body always awed him. Her breathing never quickened, he never saw physical signs of her arousal unless SHE decided to allow it. She kept an outward appearance of calm serenity while she silently smiled inwardly watching him wash her.
His movements were slow and deliberate. She knew he wanted to play. He knew SHE decided when they would play. His hands moved lower down her body washing her sides and her belly. His fingers lightly caressed her skin in a bold movement that caused her to focus hard on her body's reaction. Shivers raced up her spine, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that. True domination is not only over her boy, or her environment, but of her body, and mind, and spirit.
To allow him to think he has any control over her would shatter their strong bond of Mistress and submissive. To admit outwardly he had any control over her, was to admit weakness over body. She would not admit to that weakness. She would not give him the attention he craved by admonishing him for his brazenness. She could feel his disappointment grow. He felt as if he were not being as diligent as he could the longer she didn't react to him. He tried harder to get any reaction from her now. He was growing concerned she was displeased with him.
His hand and sponge travelled slowly down one sinuous smooth leg spiralling around it as he washed her. He lingered at the back of her knee knowing she had a tender spot there. Still she did not react to him. He desperately wanted to speak and ask her if he's displeased her, but he knew from past transgressions, silence was sometimes a good thing. If he spoke first he would wear a double sided dildo gag for the rest of the day and chances are well into the next day. He repeated the same diligent washing of her next leg pausing again to pay extra attention to the spot behind her knee. Still she did not react.
She could feel his growing desperation to know if he's displeased her. She often tested him this way. Do not speak first upon entering a room. If I wish to hear your voice, I'll let you know. If I do not say anything, and do not look toward the door the moment you enter it, you are not in trouble and should proceed with your duties. Simple rules really but his insecurity always made him doubt. She knew over time, obeying these simple rules he would gain some self confidence and not tread on eggshells whenever he was in her presence.
She recognized his tender searching for her soft spot behind her knees and again it took alot of focus not to react, not to part her legs invitingly, not to let her breathing quicken, not to let her nipples harden. Just when she felt her control reaching critical, he continued his silent bathing.
He massaged first one foot then the other with just the right pressure in just the right places. Again she felt her control waining and wanted to open her eyes, smile and invite him to join her. She resisted and he released her feet finishing his gentle massage. She watched him stand slowly and go over to her towel. Hearing him rustle her towel, she opened her eyes and slowly stood. She felt the lavendar petals sticking to her dripping wet skin and waited for him to kneel near the tub.
He knelt silently and dutifully holding the towel open waiting for her to step from the tub. She braced herself resting a hand on his head and lifted her leg a bit higher than necessary watching his face turn a deep red as he quickly averted his eyes. She chuckled barely audibly and lifted her other leg from the tub.
He stood, and wrapped her in the towel lightly patting her skin reddened by the hot bath water. He knew she liked the extreme heat but he always cringed to see her marred in any way. He patted her sides knowing she didnt like the towel rubbing her skin. He patted lower over her curvaceous hips. He felt a stirring in his loin and got even more red in the face hoping she didn't notice he was starting to get hard being so close to her, yet unable to touch her.
Her silence seemed to turn him on more. He knew that was her intent. He also knew when she allowed him release it would be incredible. He only hoped it would be today. He pulled the towel tight around her firm thighs and wished they were clamping down around his head as his tongue worshipped her.
She watched in stony silence as he dried her with great care. She let the towel fall to the floor signalling she was dry enough and he winced nervously as he scrambled to get her silk robe. Holding it with trembling hands he tried to hide his very pointed yet very short tent. She noticed. She gave no indication she noticed and tied the sheer fabric closed around her waist. She glanced at the tub, and he winced again feeling incompetant and stumbled over his feet as he hurried to drain the tub.
Satisfied he would clean the tub before he returned to her side, she swept out of the room.
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