As I wash carefully between my legs, ensuring I get all the hair removal off my skin, my own wetness gathers. I moan as I rub my clit. My head falls back and I close my eyes at the instant arousal. I could totally get myself off in no time at all. Master Kellen hasn’t told me not to masturbate.
He has, however, requested my presence downstairs, and I would be extremely late if I took the time to bring myself to orgasm in the tub. I’m fully aroused, but even this horny it would take me several minutes without the help of a vibrator.
I grit my teeth as I force my fingers away from my pussy and rinse off by splashing water over my shoulders. As I take several deep breaths, I consider my situation further. Master Kellen instructed me to arrive here with nothing but the clothes I was wearing and my purse. He put my purse in a drawer in his desk when I arrived. My phone is in it. As soon as I put on the clothes he’s chosen, I won’t have a single piece of me in my possession.
I hurry to release the water in the tub, step out onto the fluffy white rug, and grab a white towel from the rack. By the time I hang it back up, my nipples are stiffer than before and my pussy is pulsing. Just the idea of being naked in Master Kellen’s house has me aroused. I need to get a grip.
I reach for the lime green panties and step into them. They fit perfectly. Why am I not surprised? I haven’t worn anything this childish since I was, well, six. They look ridiculous on me when I glance in the mirror. I’m also hyper-aware of my bare pussy rubbing against the cotton.
I hold the dress up to my chest next, flattening it to my belly to ascertain how long it will be and sigh. I’ll be lucky if it covers my panties. I shouldn’t be surprised. Lucy’s dresses are always this short no matter what age she plays.
Unlike Lucy, I can’t fathom going without a bra. Master Kellen is going to have to get over that part. My breasts are small. I’m not more than an A cup. But I have worn a bra every day since before I needed one. I’m not about to stop today. Not even to pretend to be six.
I grab my white lace bra from my pile of discarded clothes and slip it on before tugging the dress over my head. I was right. It reaches only a few inches past my ass. If I lift my arms, it will rise enough for Master Kellen to see my panties. Why do I care? He’s already told me he will see every inch of me by the end of the day. I’m looking forward to that part. I’m horny as hell now. The sooner he touches me, the sooner he’ll put me out of my misery.
Of all the things I’ve learned from observing and talking to Lucy, the most intriguing was that she loves being Master Roman’s little so much that she says she’s constantly aroused.
Apparently, that feeling is a thing, because my babyish panties are already wet.
I’m not sure what Master Kellen intended me to do with my jeans and T-shirt, but when I glance around, I see a white wicker hamper along the wall. I grab the stack and drop the clothes inside. When I turn back around, I pull my band from my hair and rummage through the drawers. I find several brushes and combs as if Master Kellen wasn’t sure what I might need. He’s done well.
If I brushed out my curls, my hair would get frizzy and pouf out six inches on both sides, so instead, I use my fingers to divide my locks into two sections. I gather one side behind my ear and secure it with a ponytail holder. After doing the same to the other side, I tie the ribbons around them. I look in the mirror and smile. I look cute. I sometimes wear my hair in two pigtails. It’s not that odd. The bows are way over the top, but not the pigtails.
I blow out a breath, grab my shoes and socks, and return to the bedroom. “Shit,” I mutter as I notice the time. It’s three minutes after twelve. I’m late. Not that I could have moved much faster.
I plop down on the floor to put my silly shoes and socks on. It seems like the fastest way. As I jump to my feet, I wish I had time to breathe for a moment and gather my thoughts, but I don’t. I’m pushing my luck as it is.
I rush from the room and jog toward the stairs, not slowing until I’m halfway down. My skirt flares out with every step, sending a breeze to my thighs and my stomach, reminding me how I’m dressed even if I don’t glance down.
When I reach the ground floor, I pause to catch my breath and smooth my hands down the front of my dress. I walk at a more reasonable pace toward the sounds I hear, assuming if I follow the noise, I will come to Master Kellen in the kitchen.
Sure enough, I soon find myself at the back of the house, entering an amazing great room. The family room surprises me with a maroon leather sectional as the focal point. Navy and hunter green pillows are tossed in the corners. A beige area rug covers about half of the room over the hardwood flooring. The sectional faces a wall of built-in shelves with a fireplace in the center and a large flatscreen above it.
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