I try to relax and focus on the way Master Kellen is caressing my arm with the washcloth. When he’s satisfied with my arms, he adds more soap and moves to my shoulders. “Close your eyes, baby girl. Let me wash your face.”
I squeeze my eyes closed tight, holding my breath while he runs the cloth over my face and then uses a cup to rinse the suds away.
“That’s a good girl. Did I get any soap in your eyes?”
“No, Sir.” I glance at the tile wall. “Why isn’t there a shower curtain, Sir?”
“Because you’ll be taking baths in here, little one. Mostly supervised.” He washes my back next and then slides the cloth around to my breasts.
I suck in a sharp breath as he pays close attention to my small boobs. My nipples pucker, and I wish he would never stop. After a moment, he does though, moving down to my feet and then up my legs. Lastly, he reaches between my thighs and washes my pussy.
I moan, unable to stop myself. I’m so aroused that I’m almost dizzy from all this attention. I can’t stop thinking about him bathing me like this every night.
Master Kellen draws a finger through my folds slowly and then removes the cloth. He rinses me off with the cup and then takes my chin in his fingers. “You like me bathing you, don’t you, little one?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice is breathy.
“It can be very pleasurable. Today, you were naughty, so I won’t permit you to orgasm, but if you can be a good girl all day tomorrow, I’ll show you what it means to be my special little girl.”
Butterflies flutter around in my belly as he holds my gaze. I want to be his good girl. I want him to make me come so badly. I’ve been here just one day and already I’m under his spell. Desperate to please him. Anxious for the promise of pleasure. I’ve never been the kind of girl who follows rules though, and I’m not sure I can do it. But tomorrow, I will try. I certainly don’t want two weeks to go by and I never got to experience the full nirvana of being this man’s little.
Master Kellen rises and lifts me out of the tub. He pats me dry with a towel and then opens a drawer in my vanity and pulls out a pink nightgown covered with white hearts. He must have put it in there during the day. I didn’t notice it earlier.
“Arms up, baby girl.”
I feel so incredibly cared for when he does this. Dresses me and undresses me. As the soft cotton slides over my head and settles on my body, I glance down at myself. The material is thin with narrow straps and a ruffle at the hem. It barely covers my bottom, and Master Kellen doesn’t give me any panties.
“There.” He glances at his watch as he hangs up my towel. “You have half an hour until bedtime. Would you like to watch TV in my room?”
I nod, excited by the prospect. It’s early. Apparently, I will be sleeping a lot in Master Kellen’s home. I can’t imagine going to bed at this hour. I won’t even be able to sleep. But I don’t argue with him.
He leads me out of my bathroom and through the connecting door to his room. He lifts me up by the waist next to his bed and drops me onto the comforter.
I giggle at the slight bounce, my bare bottom landing on his navy bedding.
“Scoot back and get comfortable. I’ll find us something to watch.”
I scramble up to the head of the bed, pull the comforter back, and slide my legs under. There are several pillows at my back, so I lean against them, trying to tug the nightgown over my butt.
Master Kellen turns around after selecting a Disney movie and climbs up next to me. He has removed his shoes, but otherwise, he’s still fully clothed. He wraps his arm around me and hauls me against his side.
I snuggle into his chest, leaning fully against him, my legs curling up under me.
Master Kellen kisses the top of my head as his hand roams up and down my arm. “How was your first day as a little, Sabine?”
“Challenging, Sir.”
He chuckles. “I suspect you’ll find more of that in the coming days.”
I shudder.
His hand slides to my back and then he strokes my spine absently.
It’s nearly impossible to pay attention to whatever is on the TV. I couldn’t even guess because all my concentration is on his hand roaming over my body.
When he reaches the hem of my nightgown and then teases the skin of my bottom with his fingers, I whimper.
He smiles down at me. “Your skin is so soft, little one.”
I swallow, unable to respond as his fingers continue to dip lower, caressing my entire butt cheek. When he strokes precariously close to my tight rear hole, I clutch my cheeks together.
He chuckles. “Has anyone taken your bottom, baby girl?”
“No, Sir,” I whisper, feeling ridiculously inexperienced all of a sudden.
“But you’re intrigued,” he points out as he taps my crack, dragging the tip of his finger lower.
Arousal is leaking out of my pussy. I’m going to leave a wet spot on his sheets. I have my fingers fisted in his shirt, and I’m pressing my breasts against his chest. I want to rub my nipples against him. I need the friction so badly. But I remember his warning earlier and restrain myself.
Master Kellen’s fingers continue to torment me until I have to purse my lips to keep from begging him to let me come. He doesn’t touch my pussy directly, but he comes very close over and over, parting my lower lips either intentionally or unintentionally. And I doubt anything Master Kellen does is
