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."