Hello readers. I know some times there isn't much sex in these stories, but bear with me. This is the set up for the rest.
After u get past these parts there will always be sex. Just hang in and I promise you'll have something good to read. They took their bags and went to the car. Michael placed this all in the trunk with the other stuff and then let her in the car.
Then got in and started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. "Where do you want to eat?" Thinking on it she said, "I don't care, we can go to that truck stop from this morning if you like. The food was great." "Okay the truck stop it is," he told her, pleased that she like his favorite diner.
She thought on how to ask Michael about the money as they drove to the truck stop. Finally she just decided that direct was the best method. "Michael, how can you spend so much money like it was nothing?" Smiling at her thoughtfulness, he took a deep breath, "Remember I told you that my family was obscenely rich," he asked?
"Yes." "Well maybe ugly obscene would describe it better or maybe ugly filthy obscene, or maybe…" "Okay I get it," she laughed, "You can stop. You still shouldn't spend like that. Your parents might think I'm after you money." "Aren't you," he joked and this on a serious note he said, "My parents don't have access to monitor my spending habits. My trust funds are my own. One is from my maternal grandfather, it takes care of my needs and college tuition every month, and this includes my food, clothes, utilities, rent and all that sort stuff like my new truck.
The other is from my paternal grandfather and it totally up to me to spend it how I see fit. I have no one to monitor my accounts. If I blow it on the ponies, no one cares. If I blow it on you, no one would give a shit or even know for that matter." Lucky you she thought. Then she asked, "So how much do you get?" "You don't really want to know." "Probably not, but tell me anyway," she said.
"It's a sick amount," he laughed. "That bad?" She asked. "Yeah. Let's see, my needs account is bigger because of college tuition and all that so it's $200,000 a month.
My fun money account as I call it is only," he gave her a sick look, "$100,000 a month. Pretty sick huh," he asked her.
"Shit Michael, how do you live. You poor boy," she told him. "I warned you that you didn't want to know," he offered. "You have a trust fund too don't you. I heard you tell Donny that once." She gave him a sideways look, "Nothing like yours and my father monitors it. Mine is for my needs during college.
Whatever's left over at the end is mine to keep, but I have to watch what I spend for now." "How much, come on, I told you," he asked. "It's pitiful compare to yours," she said, "I get $2500 a month for all my needs. My mother pays for all my tuition and books that aren't covered by my scholarship. My father is really tight fisted.
If I pay for something he thinks I didn't need, I hear about it." "Who pays for the apartment?" he questioned. "Reed paid for that out of his trust fund. I told you we wanted a place he could visit without having to get a motel room every time he visited, sort of a waste now I guess, but it's leased and paid for two full years. So I guess it's mine for the time being," she supplied.
Something about that struck a jealous chord in him that he didn't know existed. He really didn't like this guy paying for anything for Silk. Maybe he would change that. Then he thought about her father. What a jerk, but he knew not to say that to her, "That's fine, let your father be like that, I'll buy you everything your heart desires," he told her matter-of-factly.
"I can't let you do that Michael, that wouldn't…" she began. "You can't tell me no. It's my money and I am your Master now, so I will do what I please. Now end of subject." And like that it was over even though Silk didn't like it.
She knew it would be pointless to argue, so she just would watch what he spent. As she thought about this, he pulled into the truck stop and her stomach growled. "Wow, little one, you are hungry," Michael laughed. She laughed too, "More than I even knew." They entered the truck stop and as usual men turned to look at her. She was used to this because of her exotic looks as her mother called them. She used to wish that she didn't look like this but now she was pretty much resigned and usually just ignored them.
What bothered her most now was that Reed and Neil would get upset over the attention she received. They acted like she wanted and delighted in it. Neil actually accused her of trying to gain the unwanted attention and Reed would get pissed when to many men would look at her. She felt like just not going out in public with them. She looked to Michael to see his reaction to the looks they were gathering. He didn't seem to notice or just didn't care, Silk wondered which.
They sat down at a booth that the hostess had led them to and Michael noticed that Silk was gathering a lot of looks. This pleased Michael. He liked that he wasn't the center of attention for once.
He knew however, if it were a room full of women or people who knew who he was he would be getting the same attention Silk was. He wondered how she stood it. He hated it when he was looked at like that, like he was something more than just the person he was. "How do you stand the attention," he asked her. Her heart sank, he had noticed. Please don't be jealous, she thought, "I just ignore it. It has been this was all my life.
When I was younger, my eyes were teal blue, which was cause for even more talk. Does it bother you that much?" She asked of him. "No I feel sorry for you. If these were women or people who knew who I was, I would be stared at too. I know what it's like," He told her, then he realized that she thought he was upset that they were looking at her like that, "Did you think I would be jealous that you were getting this attention?" She just looked at him not knowing what to say. He knew then that Reed or Neil or even both had acted like that when people stared and blamed it on her, like it was her fault.
"Did Reed or Neil get mad when men stared like that," he asked and gestured to the diner patrons with his right hand.
She just shook her head yes, tears gathering in her eyes. At that Michael got up, came around and sat next to her and hugged her to him tightly.
"Oh little one, I am so sorry for all the bad things. Please don't think I will ever be like that. I know what it's like to be stared at like you're a piece of meat instead of a human being," at this she looked up at his face and he continued, "As for your looks, if the men are looking at that, then I am proud because I know it's me your with, me you will go home with and only me that will share that delightful body under those clothes. That means no one else unless I allow it.
I told you, your mine now and I trust you not to share what's mine.
Besides I like for my slaves to be admired, it means I have good taste. I promise you that I will never be jealous of men looking at you. Besides pet, I don't know if you noticed, but women look at you too." At this she looked around and saw that he was right.
She would have to watch for that in the future. Then she remembered that Starla had called her a china doll and Madame had gushed over her looks. Michael was right. This made her smile and his words made her feel better. She really hoped he would not resent her looks and the attention later though. With that she gave him a smile and then the waitress came over to get their order.
"Sorry about the wait. It has been so hectic tonight. Are you ready to order," asked the plain-faced waitress. "Opps, Paula, I'm sorry, we haven't even looked at the menu. Give us another few minutes please," He told her in his best little boy voice. The waitress smiled at Michael and pinched his cheek, "Okay anything for you darlin'. What do you want to drink though, I can get that while you look the menu over." Taking the lead Michael didn't even asked her what she wanted to drink, he already knew, "Two ice teas and some sweet and low for the lady.
Thank you Paula." "Darlin'," Silk laughed when the waitress walked away, "Is she another one of your slave friends?" He regained his seat across the table from her before answering, "No, she is not. She is just a waitress that works nights here. I did take her out a few times though." At her look of disbelief, he added, "Once for a concert and once for dinner because I was lonely." "Okay, okay, I believe you.
It just seems everyone knows you. Like those two girls today," she told him. He sucked in his breath, "Those two, that was weird. I guess it goes back to that old saying, when it rains it pours." "What do you mean?" She questioned. The waitress had come back with their teas and sat them on the table and then handed Silk some sweet and low packets and a spoon. Next she handed Michael a spoon and then sat two straws on the table.
"Okay, just yell when you're ready to order," she added as she walked away. After she left Michael began, "What I mean is that I have not owned a slave for over a year because either none have caught my interest or none have asked for the honor to serve me. Then finally I hook up with one who I want to make my own and one who wants me and then all the sudden those two show up begging to serve me too. I have been at this school for over two years and no one from here has ever even acted like they were into the lifestyle.
Not one." "You mean you didn't have those two on the side all along?" Silk asked innocently. Michael now saw that the reason she was upset was jealousy over being second best, so he told her, "No, I never met them before today. They saw me at a party a while back and remembered me from school. They approached me Silk, not the other way around." He saw a look of relief cross her face and decided to add, "Also, last night was the first real sex I have had in about a year." "What do you mean by real sex?" He leaned over the table and in almost a whisper told her, "I have not had intercourse with a woman in over a year.
I have made a few suck me till I was close and then I finished on their face or something like that and I have manually done it, but I have not been with a women for real in all that time." Eyes wide, she asked, "Why?" He smiled at her and said, "Because little one, I have not felt close enough to one to share myself that way." "But," she stuttered, "The lifestyle." "There is more to this lifestyle than just sex, Silk. Some never have real sex, intercourse. I sometimes play with married women or owned slaves.
I have a rule about married women and some Doms don't always share their slaves that way. Besides there are too many diseases going around and you can't trust everyone," he said to her. She wondered what made her special that he broke his self-imposed celibacy. She liked that he was safe and had morals, but why her and why now? He saw the questioning her eyes and knew that she wondered why her. He decided to tell her, "As for you since I know you are dying to know, I feel close to you.
I want to share myself with you in more than just a sexual way, more than just the lifestyle too. I want to share all that I am with you. I trust you and I think you feel the same about me." She didn't know what to say. It was all too new to her, but she agreed that there was something special between them but she didn't know how to proceed.
She didn't want to ruin it or have it end to soon. She knew she should say something to him so he would know she felt the same but didn't really know what to say so finally she said, "Michael I do indeed feel the same about you, but I don't know how to proceed.
I am still new at this whole thing and I don't mean just BDSM. I mean relationships. Reed dominated my life in a different way than you are going to and then he dumped me. I am still a little raw from all that. Please understand and don't give up on me, but can we take this slow?" "As slow as you need to, little one. I am not here to rush you in anyway. You know you're safe word?" He asked her and at the shake of her head he continued, "Just use it if we are moving too fast.
It is your safe word to use whenever you need me to stop anything that you don't like or don't feel comfortable with. Promised me you will remember to use it no matter what?" "Yes, I promise," she whispered. "Thank you," he said, then seeing the need to lighten up the conversation, "Now I thought you were starving. Let's get some food in you," he added with a laugh. She smiled and picked up her menu. She thought everything looked good now and decided it was because she was so hungry.
"How about we have steaks like you talked about this morning?" "Not here, beautiful, I know a place that serves the best steaks. I want to take you there for steaks," he told her as he looked over the menu also. "Damn it," came a curse from her that surprised both of them. She clapped her hand over her mouth. "What?" He asked voice full of concern. "What's the matter?" "Don't laugh. I have a really hard time choosing because everything looks so good.
I'm not a picker eater; I just can't make up my mind. So at the risk of really giving you control, will you please choose for me or we will be here all night," she asked. This really hit him in the heart. She trusted him enough to let him choose her meal. He viewed this as really special. He also wondered if she ever let Reed or Neil choose for her. That was why she said steak, so she didn't have to choose, sneaky. "Okay," he said to her and then" Okay, Paula, we're ready," he yelled to the waitress.
The waitress came over and pulled out her pad, "Okay what will it be?" "She will have the pork chop dinner, mashed potatoes and the veggie of the day and I would like the grand smothered burrito with a small side of fries," he told the waitress. "Soup or salad?" He gestured to Silk.
"Salad, with ranch dressing," she told the waitress. "Alright, be out in a few," she said as she walked away. A minute later she came back with a salad and a bottle of ranch dressing. Silk dug right in. "Did I do okay?" Michael asked her. "Yes, I love pork chops," she told him as she devoured the salad.
"Now I know you like salad with ranch, so next time I will order that for you too," he said just naturally assuming that she would always let him order in the future. He would make sure that she wanted to him too though. Within minutes, their food was on the table, which was another reason Michael really liked this place. They lapsed into silence while that ate. Michael watched as she ate the whole thing including her salad. She was starved, Michael thought and this caused him to laugh.
She gave him a queer look. "Where are you putting it, little one?" He asked her. She then realized that she had eaten all of her food. This surprised her because she usually didn't finish her meals. "It must be your influence. I don't normally eat this much," she told him and then a devilish thought came to her, "Or maybe it was last night and this morning. You really wore me out," she said with a wink. At her innuendo, he smiled and his eyebrow when up, "Then my pet, I guess you better change your eating habits, because I will wear you out often." She blushed and lowered her head.
He always seemed to get the better of her. He always made her squirm. Seeing the affect he had made him smile. He loved it when she blushed. He knew it was time to change the subject so she would feel more comfortable again.
"Okay I need to know, do you have a schoolgirl dress like the ones your sisters were wearing," he asked changing the subject. Wondering why, she thought and remembered she had brought one, "Yes I have a black one like Stacy's. It has a shirt to go with it that looks like a schoolgirl shirt too; only it is a half shirt and shows a lot of my tits and cleavage. It also has stockings that come up to here," she pointed to a spot on her upper leg about five or six inches above her knee, "that have little black bows and black schoolgirl shoes with four inches heels on them.
It is a set, but why may I ask." "Because I am taking my slaves dancing at a club tomorrow night and that is how I want you three dressed," was all her would tell her.
Dancing she thought, was that normal for BDSM? Then she thought, I guess he can do what he wants. They had finished their meal and the waitress brought then the ticket and Michael looked at her and asked, "You ready to go?" "Sure, I don't have any more to eat so we might as well," she joked with him.
"Hey, if you still want to eat, I'll get you more food," he joked back, "But if you get fat, I'll sell you. I don't like fat slaves." She laughed, "Michael, you're in luck, I have a high metabolism, so I won't get fat, but that same goes for you too. If you get fat, I'll sell myself to someone else. Now let's go" "Cheeky wench, you can't sell yourself, so you're stuck with me not matter what," he laughed and slapped her on the ass as she walked by and then got up and followed her to the register.
Once they had paid, Michael directed her to the car and let her in and then went around and got in himself. He started the car and pulled away from the diner. While he did this, Silk had reached over and turned on the radio. She then tuned it to a country station and turned in down low, just low enough to hear but not drowned out conversation.
"I really love music," she explained to Michael as she did this, "It's like a part of my soul I guess." Knowing what she meant he smiled, "I know what you mean, I think I always have music on all day unless I just can't and then it's usually going through my head," then he added, "So you like country music." "I like a lot of different kinds of music. Country just happens to be my favorite. Well that and hard rock.
I really like the rock from the late eighties and early nineties, especially the videos." So she did watch sleazy rock videos. Nice, thought Michael. He had watched them too in his younger years and the women from those videos had always turned him on. This was how he liked to see his slaves look and dress now.
Silk would fit in just fine he thought. "Where are we going now?" She asked interrupting his thoughts. He gave her a big smile and then with a laugh he said, "Wal-Mart. I figured as late as it's getting we'll go there and them finish up tomorrow if there's time." "Cool, I needed to go too. I have to get a few things." They pulled into the parking lot and he shut the car off and got out and came around to her side.
She was looking in her purse for her credit card so she could put it in her pocket so she could lock her purse in the car. She hated carrying it. She got out; he grabbed her in a hug and pressed her up against the car, "Now listen to me. We aren't going to have this money conversation again. I am telling you right now, I will buy you whatever I want.
As your Master, I am ordering you not to tell me no and to let me do whatever I please." Seeing that she couldn't really talk back, she just nodded her head yes.
With her agreement, he kissed her. The kiss made her knees buckle and he had to hold her up. As they kissed, the world around ceased to exist. All that mattered was his mouth and what it was doing. Finally when she thought she would just melt he ended the kiss. She leaned her forehead against his and remembered to breathe again.
"I've wanted to do that all night," he said in a breathless voice. Using his words from earlier she giggled, "I don't always kiss regular so if you want a kiss just say so, Master." He lifted his head and looked in her eyes, "Is that so Minx, use my own words against me will you? For that no more kisses for you," he laughed.
She gave a whine and then pouted, "Please Master, just one more." The pout was his undoing; he loved it when his slaves pouted. He usually never gave in but he liked to see them pout nonetheless. He slid his right hand to her face and lifted it to capture her mouth. The other hand found its way under her shirt and was stroking her side and breast.
This kiss was even hotter than the last. This time she tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers. She couldn't get close enough. They would have remained kissing but someone yelled, "Get a room you two," and with that Michael ended the kiss. "A little to scandalous for Wal-Mart Parking lot I guess, come on, let's go before they call security," he said in a voice not quite his own. He then led her to the entrance and in they went. Inside he grabbed a cart and the went on into the store.
Silk followed. Once inside Michael made her go and pick up a double of everything she used on a daily basis. This included everything from shampoo and conditioner to her deodorant. At first she argued with him and he told her that it was to keep at his home so that when she spent the night she would have everything she needed so she wouldn't have to pack or worry about forgetting things. When she still argued, he told her that she had earned a spanking and that if she didn't follow his orders, he would just go to her home, make a list and come back and do this himself and spank her again.
She gave in and did as asked. Then in a moment of spite, she decided to take him up on his offer and she picked up a double of things she didn't really use daily. Things like her favorite laundry soap, bubble bath, bath salts and hand and body lotion. She even went to the bath center and picked up a big beach towel and than in bedding she picked up a pillow like the one she had at home for sleeping and a little pillow for the couch with a fleece throw for when she watched TV.
She was acting silly and she knew it, but she told him she didn't want him to buy things for her like this. Since he wanted to use her submission to get his way she was going to act silly about it. "I know your just being churlish about this so I won't stop you, but think about the consequences of your actions little one," he finally told her with a knowing look.
Secretly he was amused. He liked her attitude but he knew this wasn't proper for her to be allowed to act this way. He liked his slaves with spunk as long as they knew their place.
She was quickly overstepping hers. He didn't care if she bought a double of everything in her apartment, but she was just picking up things just to be smart-ass. He decided that two could play at this game. "Make you way to furniture and wait for me there, we need another cart. I just remembered I need another dresser," he told her as turn to walk away. "Oh and what size panties do you wear?" "Panties, why," she stuttered. He had reached his limit.
Hating to be argued with or questioned he turned around, walked over to her and turned her around to face the cart, "Grab the cart and don't let go till I say so," he ordered.
When she did as asked, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her backside to the cameras and pulled the back of her panties out and read the size. Next he slapped her bottom hard and then dropped her skirt and pulled her to his chest and hissed in her ear, "Stop arguing and fighting me, you won't win." He then let go and as he walked away, he said, "You can let go now." She stood there for a moment and then remembered the cameras she whipped around and looked up.
Damn him, there was a camera there. She was sure someone had seen what had just happened. At this she blushed and decided to move quickly. As she made her way to furniture she thought about what he had said and knew she had earned it. She was fighting him on everything and for what, a sense of pride to be independent?
She thought about this, she wasn't independent with Reed so why did she want to be with Michael? She wanted him to dominate her so why not every aspect of her life. She thought about this as she waited for him and finally gave into herself. She knew that to give him total control meant everything in her life and with that in mind, she promised herself that there would be no more arguing.
She would do whatever he said. To be his slave after all was what she wanted. This lifestyle and all that went with it. With that in mind she began to look for a dresser like he had said he needed. Finally he came back. She saw in his cart there were a bunch of things that she hadn't thought to pick up and some she wouldn't have thought of.
One item was a reusable douche bag. Even thought she had resolved not to argue she had to ask. Pointing to it she asked, "May I ask, what is that for?" He began to tell her that he was slightly obsessed with cleanliness.
He also told her that it was for her, explaining that he wanted her to use it often and told her of this small hose that attached to his tub faucet and told her she could use it for the same purpose. She smiled at this because she was actually the same way.
She always cleaned herself really well after sex so that she would not develop a smell. She was slightly obsessed as he put it, also. In the cart she also noticed hair remover, women's shaving cream and a razor with a pack blades and the last of his stuff was a pile of women's panties in every color imaginable.
She picked up a pair and saw that it was a thong. Seeing her curious look he explained, "Most slaves don't wear any panties. I happen to know that women don't like to go panty less under skirts so I am willing to compromise with a thong. Your ass is bare, but you're still covered. You will wear these from now on, understood." "Yes Master," she replied without any hesitation. She could live with that, half her panties were thongs now. "In time, if this works out between us, you will get rid of any kind of panties that are not thong, but don't worry, I don't expect that for a while," he told her.
She didn't say anything, but she thought to herself, oh, it will work out, I promise. She knew when she was at her apartment again she was going to throw out all her panties that were not thongs.
This caused her to remember that she needed to pick up a couple bras and some pairs of stockings. She also needed ink for her printer. She waited while Michael selected a dresser that he liked and put it in the cart that he had just brought. When he was done she told him that she needed to go back to where he got the panties.
Figuring she was going to argue about something, he asked, "For what?" "I need some new bras and a few pairs of stockings," she told him. "Alright, let's go look, I like bras and stockings," he said with a wink. They went over and together they looked at bras. She thought with a smile that she really liked shopping like this with him.
He really knew what looked good on women and didn't hesitate to tell her. She ended up buying six bras and he informed her that he would be paying for them.
She didn't argue this time. Next they went to the hosiery isle and there she picked up some stockings, while she was looking Michael was too.
He placed some really sexy ones in the cart, the kind with lines up the back and bows and stones on them. She asked if he thought she should wear them to school. He told her that she should and that he hoped she actually would. They finished in the underwear isle and she told him that she needed to go get ink for her printer to which he laughed and told her if she liked, she could pay for that but that he would not mind paying for it.
She smiled and said, "Whatever pleases you Master." They finally made it to the check out and Michael looked at his watch and saw that it was nearing midnight. He looked over at Silk and saw that she was starting to look tired. He knew that it was time to go home. He also decided that they would bring in the stuff tonight but that it would remain unpacked.
They could put it all away tomorrow before the other girls came over. They finished up and the register and went out to the car. The trunk was getting full so Michael opened the door and began setting stuff in the back seat.
Finally the cart was empty and they were ready to go home. Off they went towards Michael's house. "Wow, I am tired. I can't wait to get home and hit the hay," she told him in a tired voice. "I know little one, but we still have to unload the car, shower and you have a punishment coming so don't fall asleep just yet," he told her noting the look on her face when he mentioned punishment.
She had tried to keep her face normal but thought to herself, damn. She had hoped to get out of it. She wondered if he would tell her what the punishment if she asked, then decided that he wouldn't. She sat and thought on it and what it would consist of. She wondered if it was normal for a slave to dread punishment. Finally she came to the conclusion that dwelling on it was going to make it any easier. She decided to change the subject.
"So where are we going dancing at tonight?" She asked. He had watched her deal with the thought of punishment and almost laughed out loud when she finally spoke and changed the subject.
He knew she was dreading what was to come. Good, he thought. "A club downtown called Angels. I know the owner, so I can always get in and with you three they wouldn't turn me down anyway," he told her. "May I ask why you want to go dancing? Do you dance," She asked him. He looked at her and saw that she was serious, "I like to watch women dance, especially sexy little sluty slaves. One of the perks of being the Dom," he told her with a wink, "And yes I do dance when I am so inclined." "Cool," was all she said.
She wondered if the other two could dance. They probably could since they were built like cheerleaders. Silk couldn't wait to show Michael just how sexy and sluty she could dance. She had taken dirty dancing and salsa lessons and knew just about every dance step around.
Michael would have a surprise coming to him tonight. They were pulling to the court where Michael lived and soon they were in his driveway. Michael looked to see if she had a look of dread and was pleased to note that she did not. She seemed lost in thought. "Wake up, sleepy head," he said. "I am awake," she said with a start. "Hey, we have to stop by my house in the morning so I can pick up that outfit you want me to wear dancing." "Not a problem," he told her as he got out of the car and started grabbing bags from the back seat.
She came around and began to help him. He gave her the keys to the door and some bags to take in and told her to put them in the dining room. She went and got the door open and put the bags where he had indicated. Next she went back out to get more bags.
Finally all the bags where in and she sat in a chair at the table wondering what now. Enjoying her discomfort, Michael began to look through the Wal-Mart bags to find a thong, her shampoo and conditioner, soap and other bathroom things she might need to take a shower, he sat these on the table.
Next he looked in the bag from Madame's and grabbed the cream colored top that he had picked out, these went on the table too. Lastly he looked through the bags from Diamond's and got out a collar, a leash and a paddle, these he sat on the chair next to the table. Finally he grabbed the top and thong and went down to the laundry room and started the washer and threw in the top and thong with the sheets. He then came back up stairs and turned towards the bathroom.
"Grab your stuff for a shower and come with me," he said as he walked away. She picked up the stuff and followed him to the bathroom. Once there he held out his hands for her stuff and began placing them in the shower, when he finished, he started the water. Next he turned and got out some big fluffy towels and placed them on the counter next to the shower. Then he began stripping off his clothes.
"Strip, slave. From now on you will shower twice a day. Once when you get up and once before you go to bed, I told you I like cleanliness," he ordered her in a commanding tone. "Yes, Master," she said as she began to undress. She watched him as he stripped and desire shot through her body at his nakedness.
She was careful control her face as she watched him. They got in the shower and he began to wash her hair for her, which turned her on even more. He had a handheld showerhead which made washing her long hair easier. Taking it down from the hook, he rinsed her hair and then hung it back up. He then handed her, her soap and scrubby. She started washing herself all over and he watched her with a smile. "Do you always wash yourself so thoroughly, slave?" She looked up and smiled, "Yes, Master, I do.
I like to be very clean." He started washing himself all over as thoroughly as she was. When he was finished, he grabbed the showerhead and rinsed them both off. He then pointed it down between her legs and she parted them to allow him to rinse her off, when he finished, he rinse himself in the same manner. "Do you want me to condition your hair tonight?" He asked. "No, Master, not if I am to shower again in the morning. It would make my hair oily.
I can just use my detangler spray. It works well enough to comb out my hair before bed," she told him. "Okay, that works. Are you finished then," he asked her?
She nodded yes. He turned off the shower, but left the water running. He then grabbed a little hose and turned it on. She noticed a slight stream of water came out of it. Grabbing her hand, he pointed the steam at her open palm, "See," he told her, "Not to rough. This is to clean you out inside. Want me to show you how," he asked her with a grin. "Yes, Master," she replied breathlessly. She was really turned on by this point, just being in the shower with him and having him wash her like that.
He tapped her on the thigh indicating he wanted her to part her legs again and then stuck the hose inside her and cleaned her out. Finally he seemed finished and he noticed she was almost panting. Too bad, for her, he thought.
"Are you finished," he finally asked. Again she nodded yes, so he shut off the shower, opened the sliding doors and grabbed the towels.
He then handed her one and got out and began to towel himself off. Once dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and turned to leave the bathroom.