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Listening intently to your conversation with Sir Cecil, I felt myself swell with a certain pride as you described me as being in the perfect place. I smiled, pleased with myself that you seemed to be happy with me.

Kneeling beside you like this, a calmness washed over me that allowed my mind to drift away from the conversation and all that was happening around me. As my senses took over, I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I could smell the pungent aroma of the leather you wore and I blushed warmly at the memory of the leather flogger as it kissed my skin. From somewhere outside of this memory came a niggling doubt, that voice of reason breaking in once more...this is your boss...this isn't right...you can't allow this to continue.... On and on it went until I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and shook my head to rid myself of the doubts. I knew my body and I knew that it was responding to these new demands with excitement. Willing myself back to that calmness, I asked myself what I wanted. The answer came to me without delay, and it was as simple as one word, This. I wanted this. Whatever this was, I promised myself that I would deal with each thing as it came.

At your command, I struggled to stand without the use of my still bound hands. Gaining my balance, I stood and followed you towards a table. Despite your directions otherwise, I could not help myself but to allow my eyes to peek out under my hair and take in my surroundings once more. This place was incredible. Pure extravagance every way one turned. I gasped in delight as I saw the ornate table at which we would be dining. Thinking of food, my stomach grumbled and I remembered that I had not eaten since breakfast. Oh I was famished. My excitement faded abruptly as we reached the table and you indicated that I was to kneel beside you.

I looked at you with pleading eyes but you were already helping the woman next to you into her seat. I sighed audibly, and lowered myself to the tiny cushion that had been placed there, for my comfort, I supposed. Dejected, I knelt but as I did I noticed that I was in such a position that I would be able to take in my surroundings without being observed. Keenly, I allowed my eyes to dart around the room, taking everything in.

My jaw dropped and my eyes stared in disbelief as some of those that were kneeling crawled under the table once the person they were with had been seated. I could not believe my eyes as several of them positioned themselves in front of the chairs and began performing sexual acts! Amazed, I could do nothing but continue to stare.

From the other side of the lady beside you, a pretty girl emerged and crawled past me. She caught my eye and winked as she smiled mischievously. Enthralled I watched her, wondering where she was going. I was surprised to see her stop and position herself in front of your chair. I was even more shocked to watch her reach up and unfasten your leather, releasing your cock. She looked at me once more, and with another wink, she engulfed you within her mouth.

I went numb. Then I saw red. Angry tears immediately filled my eyes and spilled over to run down my cheeks. What the hell was going on, I asked myself? Why was I reacting this way? Frustrated with myself and confused, I tore my gaze away from this girl, feasting on your cock, and hung my head. My shoulders shook slightly as I tried to hold in my sobs.

My thoughts raced a million miles a minute...was I jealous? It seemed unreal and yet, it was the only way I could describe what I was feeling. Sure, back at the office, all of us girls had serious crushes on you. You were Mr Mason, so handsome, and so nice to each of us as you passed by our desks each morning. My friends and I had spent countless lunches talking about the what-if's had we not been employed by you. And now, here I was, taken away by you and brought to this place. I ought to be overjoyed at the attention you were giving me, regardless of the fact that it was not the attention we had envisioned in our girlish daydreams.

I came to realize very quickly, that in this short amount of time, my feelings for you had grown. Part of it, I was sure, was a feeling of dependence - knowing that I had no idea where we were, what was coming and that you were the only person I knew here. The other part of it was something I still needed to examine but it had to do with the way that I responded to your touch and your commands and the knowledge that had come to me in the hallway earlier - I wanted to please you. Again I realized that I wanted this, whatever that meant.

Choking back my sobs and quieting myself, I raised my eyes once more to take in the action under the table. I looked slowly from each person to the next, allowing myself this opportunity to really see what was happening around me. Finally, I let my eyes rest on the girl that was enthusiastically sucking your cock. I wanted to push her away from you but I didn't dare. Instead, I turned my head and gazed up at you, my misery and internal struggle apparent on my face.

You were in the midst of an animated conversation with some of the other guests. I felt so alone as I knelt beside you, and I was seething with jealousy that another woman had you in her mouth. I was once again taken by surprise at the feelings that overflowed within me as I continued to gaze up at you. Struck with the force of a gale wind, I realized, I wanted you. I wanted you all to myself.

I cleared my throat quietly, hoping to gain your attention...

"Excuse me a moment." I turned away from Mistress Ophelia, reached down and grabbed a handful of orchid's hair near the back of her head.

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you to not interupt?" A rhetorical question at best.

"Or do I need to put you over my knee right here and give you a spanking?"

Mistress Ophelia hissed into my ear that that was a delightful idea. Her little subslave nodded her head up and down transmitting her agreement with that idea through my cock as she simultaneously took me deep into her thoat and tongued me balls.

Conversation around the table stopped as orchid, at least momentarily, became the center of attention. This was not a place to be inexperienced and the center of attention...

None-the-less, I eased my chair away from the table and pulled orchid up and over my lap. Ophelia's subslut sighed as I broke contact with her, but the excited gleam in her eyes gave away her excitement at having a "first row" seat.

I heard you excuse yourself from your conversation with the lady beside you and my heart leapt as I looked up at you expectantly. But as your fist closed over my hair and you hissed down at me, the feeling turned to fear.

I began to tremble as you threatened to put me over your lap and I emphatically shook my head no, to indicate that I did not need a spanking. My eyes beseeched you to no avail.

My heart thudded as you pushed your chair away from the table. As you yanked me up over your lap and I realized that you did, indeed, intend to give me a spanking right here, a cry tore from my lips as I struggled against what was coming. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Nooooo!," I cried, twisting and turning in your lap as much as I could with your strong arm pushing down on my shoulders, lowering my head towards the floor, and likewise, my ass up and nicely rounded in presentation. "Noooooooo!" I kicked my legs frantically as I pleaded. My head turned as I shook it from side to side and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl. My momentary joy at the realization that she was no longer fellating you disappeared as I caught the pure excitement in her eyes as she watched you manhandle me. Oh, how I hated her. I glared at her as she smiled with glee while watching.

I was stunned into momentary silence when your open hand came down hard on my exposed behind with a sharp CRACK. As the sting set in, it set me to struggling once more. "Owwww," I cried out followed by more pleading, "Noooo, noooo..."

Matt held orchid all the more tightly as his hand came down a second and third time. Each slap resounded through the dining hall as everyone's attention centered on the spectacle. Ophelia quickly got up and came around to orchid's head and secured a ball gag in orchid's mouth as her subslave managed to reach under orchid to tug on her nipples with one hand as she slowly tugged on my cock with the other.

"This continues until you quiet down." My hand rained down blows that made orchid's bottom cheeks turn rosy red as they bounced with each impact.

I continued to wriggle and cry out as the next two blows landed hotly against my skin and then abruptly, I was silenced as a ball gag was forced into my mouth. I tried to scream out with indignation with very unsatisfying results.

I glared at the girl under the table as she pulled hard on my nipples, causing me more pain to go with the spanking.

Through my rage, I heard your warning that this would continue until I quieted down. I was furious and my face was beet red from repeated attempts to scream around the gag. Tired and defeated, I finally let go and my body relaxed in collapse over your knee.

My stomach spasmed as I willed myself to stop crying. Embarrassed beyong belief, I let my head fall forward and closed my eyes. I couldn't bear to look any more, not even at the hateful girl that was still roughly yanking on my tender nipples.

The instant orchid finally relented, with the next stroke, instead of allowing it to rebound from her nicely resilient buttocks, I cupped and maintained contact with the nearer cheek.

My fingers invaded the cleft of her asscheeks and I pushed down, between and into orchid's sex. Despite her protestations, she was still, or once again, wet. Instant punishment for wrongdoing... Instant reward for good behavior.

Of course this meant I was finger fucking her in front of everyone who was just a moment before watching her punishment. I angled my fingers to displace a maximum volume, thereby causing loud sucking-squishing sounds to be heard from between her legs, announcing her arrousal to her audience.

As my fingers got wetter and wetter, I pushed deeper and deeper. Soon the tip of my thumb was invading her pussy. Then the first thumb-knuckle. I slowed the stroking, making each insertion more forceful until I was all but stopped. Then I pushed in with a relentless determination.

I heard a moan from orchid's throat...

I began to rotate my hand as I slowly pushed deeper.

Ophelia's eyes lit with uncontrollable lust as she watched, called her slave over, rolled her over on her back and sat on her face. The little subbie knew her duty and Ophelia moaned, "God's Teeth Matt. Give it all to her."

The instant orchid finally relented, with the next stroke, instead of allowing my hand to rebound from her nicely resilient buttocks, I cupped and maintained contact with the nearer cheek.

My fingers invaded the cleft of her asscheeks and I pushed down, between and into orchid's sex. Despite her protestations, she was still, or once again, wet. Instant punishment for wrongdoing... Instant reward for good behavior.

Of course this meant I was finger fucking her in front of everyone who was just a moment before watching her punishment. I angled my fingers to displace a maximum volume, thereby causing loud sucking-squishing sounds to be heard from between her legs, announcing her arrousal to her audience.

As my fingers got wetter and wetter, I pushed deeper and deeper. Soon the tip of my thumb was invading her pussy. Then the first thumb-knuckle. I slowed the stroking, making each insertion more forceful until I was all but stopped. Then I pushed in with a relentless determination.

I heard a moan from orchid's throat...

I began to rotate my hand as I slowly pushed deeper.

Ophelia's eyes lit with uncontrollable lust as she watched, called her slave over, rolled her over on her back and sat on her face. The little subbie knew her duty and Ophelia moaned, "God's Teeth Matt. Give it all to her."

Exhausted, I collapsed onto your lap, my breathing heavy over the ball gag. I flinched as I felt your hand smack down on me one more time. Just as quickly, a moan of appreciation formed in my throat as I felt your nimble hands snake down between my cheeks and into my ready pussy.

I was surprised to realize that despite my complete horror at being punished in front of all of these people, and my hatred and disgust of the other girl who had been pleasing you and torturing my tits, that my pussy had once again responded to your ministrations and was sopping wet with anticipation.

I felt light headed as I lay across your lap and enjoyed the feeling of your fingers toying with my flesh. Small sighs escaped around the confines of the gag as I felt my body relax completely. As you continued to manipulate my pussy with your fingers, I grew more and more relaxed until suddenly, I felt you push harder, stretching me almost uncomfortably wide.

A moan stuck in my throat as I heard the lady's voice, urging you to give me more. My eyes flew open and I began to struggle once more with the realization that I was still being watched and that you were trying to insert your entire fist into me! I whimpered and squirmed in your lap, shaking my head as an indication that I did not want this. But my movements only seemed to give you more access as I felt your hand pushing further.

My whimpers turned to outright cries of shock and pain, still muffled, and I thought that surely I would stretch no more. With all the strength I had, I lifted my head from the ground and straightened myself across you, twisting to look directly at you. My eyes were full of questions, fear and pain. I held your gaze for only a moment and then collapsed once more.

orchid's whole body stiffened and almost dislodged me but when she collapsed in submission, everything opened up and my hand poppep past the last thumb knuckle with an ease that amazed me.

Once inside I began successive stroking of the spongy flesh that was her G-spot. Ophelia removed the gag and began kissing her face and cheeks. Several other guests sent their own slaves to minister to orchid's body.

Soon a half dozen people were stroking all of orchid's sensitive parts.

The pain I felt as your hand entered me completely was soon replaced with a gnawing heat that built slowly as you stroked inside of me. My mind had given up any hope that you had been able to read the message in my eyes but it didn't seem to matter anymore, as I grew more relaxed with each passing stroke you made.

I felt immediate relief when the lady removed the ball gag from my mouth and I took a moment to look at her and smile gratefully. I was shocked back to reality as she leaned in and placed a kiss directly on my lips, running her tongue along them. I jerked back, surprised at my first female kiss, but it didn't stop her as she leaned in and kissed me again, leaving little trail marks with her tongue on my cheeks, neck and lips.

I was still adjusting to these new sensations when I felt more hands touching me. Someone was tugging on my tender tits, and I felt hands rubbing up and down my legs and inner thighs. I stiffened once more, unsure of myself and this situation. I struggled to turn and look at you, but the lady who I had heard you call Ophelia, would not let go of my head as she continued to kiss and nibble at me.

Sensing that she would be my best hope, I looked her right in the eye and whispered, "please....no more...."

I heard the whispered plea and slowly removed my hand.

"Enough!" The various attentive hands and lips slowed and stopped their respective ministrations.

I rebound orchid's hands in front of her and attached a small leash with which I could lead her. Set her on her feet. And led her away.

"Follow me..."

I began walked off back to our room contemplating how to quickly break this girl lest I lose her upon our return to the mundane world.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard your command. It was immediately followed by a sense of loss as all the hands and mouths suddenly disappeared, leaving me dripping with a desire that needed release. I shook my head slowly, as if in a daze, as I tried to figure out what was happening to me.

Gratefully, I followed you out of the room. When we were alone in the hall, I whispered, "Thank you..."

I led her back to the suite. Instead of taking her to the playroom for punishment, I thought I'd try a different tact. She had previously responded well to light punishment and poorly to the public domination, twice as I saw it.

Rather than risk losing her to yet another attempt... and having to sell her off to someone... say the ponymaster, where I suspected she would be miserable and poorly used at that... or to let her go alltogether, which I really couldn't see myself doing, perhaps simply putting her in a position of simple service, where she could submerge herself in her submissive nature... I had seen it in her... perhaps that would work.

So rather than the playroom for punishment, I took her to the bedroom.

"On your knees orchid. I want to take a bath. Undress me."

I could sense that you were thinking very seriously about something as you led me back down the hallway. I could only hope that you were not angry with me and I longed to ask but refrained.

As we neared what I thought was the room we had been in earlier, I began to tremble as internally, I suspected you were not pleased with me and I already knew that would equal more punishment. What is the matter with me? I wondered to myself. I resloved to do whatever you asked to make you proud and make it right again. I had already discovered that I wanted this and yet my behaviour was not indicative of that.

As you opened a door, I took a deep breath and stepped into the room with new resolve. I would make you proud. I would do as you asked.

"On your knees orchid. I want to take a bath. Undress me."

I immediately sank to my knees before you and without a word, I reached my hands up to undo your leathers. My nimble fingers made quick work in getting them unfastened and I looked up at you, trying to read your thoughts, as I let go of them and let them fall to the floor. I let my eyes travel slowly over your muscled body and felt my insides grow weak with desire for you.

Carefully, I lowered my hands from your waist and rested them on my knees. With one final sweeping gaze, I took you in from head to toe and then, as you had instructed me to do in the dining hall, I lowered my eyes and remained silently at your feet.

"Well? Don't you need to draw the bath?" She started to rise.

"Did I tell you you could get up? Crawl." I ordered. And she did. From the bedroom into the oversized bathroom with the oversized circular tub in the center. It was one of those newer whirlpool tubs with jacuzzi jets but meant to be used for bathing and refilled after each use. It also had an overhead "rain" shower head, a flexible shower massage hose, and several additional, unusual features.

I watched orchid crawl around the tub to the faucets and start the water flowing.

"Hot, I like it hot!"

Quaking on the inside at the pure power in your voice, I did exactly as you asked. With my head hung low, I lowered to all fours and crawled towards the bathroom. I knew with a dreaded sense of certainty that I had disappointed and I was ashamed of myself for my failure. I wondered what I could do to make it up to you and dissolve the hardened edge to your voice.

Kneeling up, I reached for the stopper and secured it in the tub before turning on the hot water, running my hand underneath the steady stream to test it. Satisfied that it was heating up quickly, I kneeled back on my haunches again and took a moment to look around the bathroom.

It was, as was the rest of the house I had seen, absolutely superb. Every luxury imaginable to me was available from a range of decorative displays, spread out around the room. Smiling, I snuck a peek over my shoulder into the other room. I could see you there, but could not tell if you were looking at me. Better not to chance it, I thought, as my mind put together the finishing touches on what I thought was a splendid plan to rectify my poor behaviour thus far.

Returning to all fours, I crawled across the room to a basket of towels and selected three large, fluffy bath towels and a hand cloth. Holding them in my hands, I walked on my knees back to the tub. I laid one out as a bath mat and arranged the other two on the rim of the tub, with the hand cloth on top so they would be easily accessible to you. Looking around the room again, I picked my next target and headed, crawling to the cabinet in the corner. Opening it, I eyed the array of items and carefully selected an assortment of scented oils and lotions and returned to the tub with them. Once I had them displayed in easy reach of the tub, I scurried off again, this time to the counter near the sinks. I returned with 5 candles of varying sizes and a box of matches. Satisfied, I returned my attention to the filling tub.

Reaching to the faucet, I turned on the cold to even the temperature some. The bathroom was steaming and though I had clearly heard you when you said hot, I didn’t think scalding was what you meant. I waited patiently for the last of the tub to fill. Reaching into it with my hand, I hoped that the temperature would be to your liking.

Turning, I looked back into the bedroom but I didn’t see you. Undecided on how I should handle the situation, I knelt beside the tub for a minute, just waiting. When you didn’t appear, I took a deep breath and opted for Plan B.

“Mr. Mason?” I called out hesitantly. “Mr Mason, your bath is ready…”

I watched orchid making her preparations one of the conveniently placed monitors. I almost laughed as I saw her trying to observe if I was keeping an eye on her.

But I was also intrigued. What did she have in mind? Other than the requirement to wash me... or maybe she didn't realize... the difficulties of training a new sub who was new to being submissive.

"Mister Mason...." I sighed. The girl just didn't get it. Not really.

"orchid..." I said as I walked in.

"To you I am no longer Mister Mason. Nor am I Matt. My name is Matthew. But you may not use my name unless you are talking about me with others... in which case, it's My Master Matthew."

I didn't tell her how to address me directly. I'd leave that up to her imagination.

I stepped into the tub and stood in the thigh high water and waited.

"Well? Get in! Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?"

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"To you I am no longer Mister Mason. Nor am I Matt. My name is Matthew. But you may not use my name unless you are talking about me with others... in which case, it's My Master Matthew."

I jumped as you suddenly entered the room, my nerves were on end. Would my actions have pleased you?

Forcing myself to listen carefully to what you were saying, I focussed my attention on your words. My....Master....Matthew? These words echoed in my head, sounding foreign as I repeated them to myself over and over. My Master Matthew.

Momentarily, I lost myself in a daydream of an erotic novel I had once read in which a woman desired nothing more than to please her man, submit to him body and soul. She had called him Master. My Master Matthew...as the words ran through my head once more, a tingle ran through my body, causing a sensuous shiver to run through me. My smile broke loose with the realization that this is what this was. My heart leapt with joy almost as quickly as it filled with trepidation as I finally understood exactly what we were doing here.

Raising my eyes, I watched you step into the tub.

"Well? Get in! Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?"

Smiling openly at you, I placed my bound hands on the side of the tub and used them to leverage myself from my kneeling position. I never took my eyes from yours as I raised myself to my full height. I took a small step to the edge of the tub and let my feelings wash over me.

My eyes glowed with a new understanding. You could see a hint of excitement and uncertainty under the surface. Keeping my eyes on yours, I straightened my posture so that my shoulders pressed back, thrusting my breasts forward. I tilted my chin upwards slightly and angled my head to one side. Still I watched you. Silently, I lifted one leg and stepped into the tub with you.

As my second leg entered the tub, I finally pulled my gaze from yours and lowered my eyes though I could not stop the smile that was still playing on my lips. I stood before you and whispered, "Yes...Master."

Matt maintained the stern visage he had taken upon ordering her into the tub, but inwardly smiled realizing he'd finally found the set of triggers that cut through and into orchid's emotional core.

"Yes Master" Funny how sometimes it can be so simple. orchid's entire posture had suddenly changed, becoming natural instead of strained, her body expressing her thoughts as clearly as the words she had spoken.

"Keep your eyes down, it's rude to stare. And back on your knees." I took her hands and helped steady her as she kneeled into the steaming water. Then I untied them.

"You may begin." orchid took up the handcloth and began to build a lather.

"I dislike washclothes. Think of something... softer to use."

Matt maintained the stern visage he had taken upon ordering her into the tub, but inwardly smiled realizing he'd finally found the set of triggers that cut through and into orchid's emotional core.

"Yes Master" Funny how sometimes it can be so simple. orchid's entire posture had suddenly changed, becoming natural instead of strained, her body expressing her thoughts as clearly as the words she had spoken.

"Keep your eyes down, it's rude to stare. And back on your knees." I took her hands and helped steady her as she kneeled into the steaming water. Then I untied them.

"You may begin." orchid took up the handcloth and began to build a lather.

"I dislike washclothes. Think of something... softer to use."

"I dislike washcloths. Think of something... softer to use."

I dropped my hands into the water to rinse out the washcloth, while my brow crinkled in puzzlement. There were no other washing implements nearby that I could see. Wringing the washcloth out, with concentration, I looked at my hands and smiled, knowing what I would do.

I reached out to the scented oils and lotions I had set out earlier and made my selection carefully, choosing a mixture of Sage and Ylang Ylang. I squirted a small amount in the palm of my hands and vigorously rubbed them together, causing a small lather. A heavy and exotic smell permeated the room and clung to the steam surrounding us.

I breathed in deeply, allowing the aroma to awaken my senses - my nerves began to settle and I felt a stirring deep in the pit of my stomach that was slowly spreading through my entire body.

I reached out to you, wrapping my soft hands around one of your legs, just above your knee as you stood in front of me. Very slowly I began to rub small circles, moving my hands up your leg and to your hip and back to your knee before slipping them into the water and working my way down your calf and over the top of your foot. I worked slowly, taking the time to fully massage each inch of your skin before replenishing my supply of oil and moving on to your other leg to repeat the same.

My eyes followed my hands as they worked and I found that I was enjoying myself tremendously. For the first time since my friends and I had discussed what we thought you would be like, as man not our boss, I found myself with the opportunity to intimately explore every inch of you. Your legs were long and muscular. I could feel the strength of your sinewy muscles as I worked my fingers in a gentle massage.

I was so engrossed in my exploration that I didn’t notice what it was doing to me. Whether it was the steam, the blatant contact with you, the scent of the oils or a combination of the three…my nipples had hardened and strained out from my chest…I had opened my mouth slightly as I breathed in more shallow breaths…and a glossy sheen had broken out over my skin…

I saw the effect this was having on orchid, being subservient, bathing me, and her rising excitement. I lowered a hand to the back of orchid's head and with the gentlist of urging drew her face to my crotch.

I offered no resistance as you gently pulled my head forwards.

Instinctively, I lifted my hands and placed them gently on your hips. I slowly opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around the end of your cock as I enclosed you in my velvety mouth. I breathed deeply, enjoying the taste of you and the gentle pressure, holding me to you. I opened my eyes and gazed up at you.

My hands snaked around your waist, my fingers gently kneading into your buttocks as I continued my cleaning massage. Very slowly, as I closed my eyes once more, I began to move forward and back over your length.

As orchid's mouth caressed the length of my shaft I could feel it becoming even harder and if possible, larger as I brought my hands together and encircled the top of her head with them.

Holding her tightly I began to face fuck her in earnest.

"Open up... wider!"

I stretched my mouth open as far as I could at your command, though I didn't have to do much work. Your pistoning cock was hammering in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

Caught by surprise, I sputtered and coughed a little, tears welling up in my eyes at the reflex.

Concentrating, I tried to breath normally and allowed you to manouever my head, setting the pace that suited you.

orchid's receptive mouth opened invitingly as I slid partway down her throat, her nostirls flared as my cock lodged within her gullet cutting her airway off. Her reflexive gulping massaged the underside of my cockhead bringing my balls up tight as I lost control and my jism spasmed out of me and down into her stomach.

As I slowly withdrew the air rasped around my shaft as she gasped in a lungful of needed oxygen. I let her head go, knelt and kissed her.

"Well done orchid..."

I smiled, pleased with myself and your compliment.

"Thank you, Sir" I whispered as I lowered my eyes to the water.

I let go of you to dip my hands into the water, and scooping up some, I brought it up and rinsed my face.

Without thinking, I let my legs free from their cramped kneeled position to stretch out infront of me, positioning them between your still spread feet, and I sighed luxuriously as I laid back in the tub, relaxing in the heated water and in the afterglow of your pleasure.

"What do you think you're doing? Get up and finish washing me."

I prodded her with my foot to hurry her back to her knees, turned and presented my back to orchid.

"Your not even half finished yet." I half growled.

I laughed playfully, the sound echoing in the confines of the bathroom, and languidly opened my eyes thinking you were teasing me.

As I felt the prodding of your foot, my laughter quieted to nervous giggling as I realized that you were most serious.

I pulled myself upright and quickly rearranged myself on my knees at your prodding. I reached quickly for more oils and in my haste, I knocked some of the other bottles of the edge of the tub.

Gulping, I peeked over praying that none of the bottles had broken, or contents spilled. Seems it was my lucky day as far as that was concerned. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pick the stray bottles up, balancing them once again on the edge of the bath.

Taking a deep and steadying breath, I squirted some more oil into the palms of my hands and knelt up so that I could reach your neck and shoulders. Slowly and with gentle pressure, I began to work the muscles in your back as I rubbed the oils in, alternating between a light massage and a vigorous circling to lather and clean you.

I noted orchid's sudden clumsyness and made a mental note to find a suitable punishment. In the meantime, I let her finish washing my back, ass, and legs. She rinsed me off and I made her dry me with one of the large bathtowels.

"Clean yourself up and present yourself to me in the bedroom. You have 10 minutes."

Present myself? My mind raced with possibilities even as I sat back in the tub and quickly started to wash myself. I could not fool myself into thinking that everything was fine. I knew I had displeased you this evening, more than once, and I was worried what that would mean. I knew I had to do something to make it right with you.

I quickly dunked my head under the water and wet my hair, washing it quickly with the unnamed, generic shampoo in the dispenser that hung from the showerhead. As I shot a generous amount of the conditioner into my hands, I quickly worked it through my tresses and then rinsed it out.

Trying to put that image out of my mind, I quickly grabbed a bottle of oils and squirted out the combination of lavender, jasmine and cinnamon onto my hands. Rubbing vigorously, I washed myself quickly but allowing enough time for the ‘medicinal’ purposes of each herb to settle in.

Glancing out towards the bedroom, I could not see you, and that added to my excitement, fear and anticipation. I wondered what you had in store for me. Now that I had, at least, come to some understanding in my mind of what you wanted of me, I wanted to do as much as I could to please you. Already I was hungry for more of what you could teach and demand of me. Reflectively, I knew, I would do anything for you.

Climbing from the tub, I quickly dried myself off and started towards the door to the bedroom. Stopping just short of the door, I reached down and tweaked each of my nipples in turn, until they stood at attention. I took another moment to run my fingers through my hair, and ruffled it up some to add some body, realizing that this would be the first time you had seen my hair undone, and I wondered if you would like the length of it as it hung down to my mid back in soft wave.

Pleased wiht the results, I stepped into the bedroom and glanced around, locating you. I looked directly into your eyes and smiled boldly before lowering my eyes to the floor. I slowly advanced across the room until I found myself in front of you. Without a word, I lowered myself to my knees, sitting back on my calves and keeping my head low.

On a note of sudden inspiration, I crossed my wrists before me and lifted them towards you, and I waited….

I saw the smug look on orchid's face, a look of self-satisfaction that showed she wasn't really submitting herself to me... still just acting the part... though she did it very well and almost convincingly.

The pose she chose was classic.

I slipped a loop over her crossed hands, tightened it, and tied it off.

I went to the dresser and found a ball gag in the top drawer among other things... and returned to orchid with it behind my back.

"Open you mouth... wide..."

Well, I thought to myself, this was not the reaction I was expecting. Reminding myself that I was already in trouble, I was not surprised to hear the hardness in your voice though I was still a little confused by it.

"Open you mouth... wide..."

Immediately, I obeyed, stretching my mouth open as wide as I could. I lifted my head, looking straight forward, hoping that giving you easy access to my mouth was what you wanted.

I carressed her cheek before taking her jaw within my hand, showed her the ball gag, and brought it towards her mouth.

"Wider orchid." She looked confused but tried... and the gag slipped in past her teeth. Her lips closed around it and I could see her jaw work it around as she tried to accustom herself to the feel of it. I could see her already beginning to swallow some of the spittle that she was producing.

I bent her over and fastened the gag around the back of her head.

"Stay there." I fetched wrist restraints and pulled her arms around behind her back and tied them together.

I helped her to her feet and led her to the bed.

"Climb on and spread your knees wide..." I helped her with her balance until she was up on the bed, ass high in the air. She looked very helpless, wrists bound, the ball gag bright between her lips.

"Now we'll resume your lessons."

I siggled my jaw around the ball gag, the rubber of it already causing my tongue to wetten. It stretched my mouth uncomfortably wide but I tried not to show it.

I didn't dare move an inch when you commanded me to stay put and I sat obediently as you secured my wrists behind me.

Grateful for your help, I positioned myself on the bed as you had described and was struck by the vulnerability of my position. With my ass high in the air, I reddened at how exposed to you I must appear. My jaw was already aching in protest and some drool had escaped my lips and started pooling on the bedspread under my face.

"Now we'll resume your lessons."

With a combination of fear and misery in my eyes, I looked at you as you spoke the words. I wanted to beg you for the mercy I knew I wouldn't get, but all I could do was make a whimpering noise, and even that was barely audible thanks to the gag.

Resigned, I closed my eyes and waited.