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"No, you are to address her when she is present. Tell her you are glad to meet her." I continue rubbing against her nose and lips, my fingers caressing her hair and the back of her neck.
"I am pleased to meet you, my Mistress. I promise to love you and to devote myself to your happiness and pleasure. It is my honor to serve you."
"Very good, Evelyn. Mistress awaits your more intimate attentions, but first you must bathe her, and me."
While kneeling, Evelyn slips off my heels and rolls down my hose and folds them carefully, looking up at me.
"Take my hand and let's go to the bath."
We hold hands and she steadies me as I step into the fragrant water. She's found the matches and lit the candles, the thoughtful, imaginative girl.
Once I'm comfortable in the bath, she kneels beside the tub. She finds the soap and sponges and begins a luxurious bathing of her new owner. She washes me carefully here, there, everywhere, her ministrations deft and careful, touching me roughly enough to clean, softly enough to avoid irritating my skin.
Finally, she pauses, looks into my eyes questioningly.
"Yes, dear, it's almost time for you to bathe your new Mistress. First, I'd think it would be fun for you to jump in here with me."
Her eyes widen.
"No, we won't do this every time, but this is our first time together and I think a special treat is in order."
The water was still quite hot as she climbed in, facing me.
"Here, dear, place your legs over mine and come up close so that we can cuddle."
She moved up next to me and I held her in my arms. She lay her head on my shoulder and I patted it.
"There, there, my love, you've done such a good job so far. I'm very proud of you and you are a credit to your training."
She looked up at me and I smiled a broad smile. Just the hint of a smile came to her pretty little face.
I took a sponge and dressed it with soap and began washing her off. She was delivered quite clean and fresh smelling, but this was an opportunity for me to bond her to me. I cleaned her quickly, all over, and pulled her back against me. She settled in comfortable in my arms, the fragrance wafting around us adding to the candlelight combining in a romantic atmosphere.
I moved from stroking her hair to pushing her face back for a kiss. I brought my lips to hers and felt hers part for my tongue. Our kiss had a top and that was me, it had a bottom and that was her and she submitted to my demands, opening and allowing me access to her without reserve. Her hands folded against my chest and mine found her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, the cute little nipples begging for squeezes and receiving them. I kneaded the soft flesh there, finding her youthful firmness warming to my touch and her nipples blooming at my touch.
I pulled her up and had her kneel before me, then bend over so that I could suckle first one breast, then the other. The little tease, she squealed her delight and pulled away, then brought the rosebuds closer for more attention.
"That's quite enough for now, Evelyn," I reprimanded her, "Get out and help me dry off."
She hung her head and climbed out of the tub. I would have to remember she was young and inexperienced and not used to me, yet. She gathered up a soft terry robe for me and a fluffy white towel.
To the credit of her training, she'd made no move to dry herself, foregoing that simple act to respond to my command, first.
Dripping, she dried me carefully and thoroughly and helped me into the robe.
"Dry yourself off, dear, use a fresh towel, that's okay. When you're done, there's a mop in the closet. Dry the floor and then attend me in the bedroom."
I moved into the bedroom and traded the fluffy robe for a silk robe in a dramatic floral print. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, waiting.
A chastened Evelyn, her face dewy from the exertion of mopping the bathroom, presented herself to me beside the bed, her eyes downcast, again. She was nude, again.
"You must moisturize me, dear, before my skin dries completely. Kneel and do my legs and feet, first."
She complied, rubbing cream all over and about my feet and toes, her fingers seemingly loving the attention she gave me. She followed up by rubbing my calves and knees, then my thighs. This wasn't quite a massage, but quite stimulating. I enjoyed watching her breasts bounce as she exerted herself on my behalf.
"Now, dearest, sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs."
She complied, throwing her arms above her head in surrender. I turned around and pulled some long scarves, already fastened to the bed corners, up and bound her wrists, then her ankles. I pulled another scarf out and tied it around her head as a blindfold.
