"I must get ready for my guests," she says rising from the chair her fingers petting my head like her dog.
I follower her still on my hands and knees into her bedroom where I gaze upon her as she disrobes. Like a ritualistic dance she allows me to spy upon her flesh with each trace of clothing falling to the floor, though I am left several feet away and not allowed to touch her silky skin.
"Warm the water" she says not even looking at me, but at her own reflection in her large mirror. I crawl on all fours to the bathroom and start the water setting the temperature just to where she likes. I plug the tub and take out her favorite scented oils mixing them with the honey under the counter. I lay the dish into the tub letting the warm water meld with the fragrant mixture to envelope the room in the scent of orange blossom and pine.
As I turn back to her, I see her sucking her own nipple, biting it as the full breast is gripped in one hand. One of her feet is resting on the dresser revealing her sex in the reflection as her other hand opens the lips for a pinkish grin. Oh how I long to taste this, to be plunged into it head first and never to come up for air. My cock stirs in its bondage straight before me as I rest back on my heels. She catches me gazing upon her with my wanton lust and lets her breast drop so her hand can slam the door in my pathetic face.
I am hurt to be held back from such an image, knowing that behind that door she is finding ways of pleasuring herself without need of me. My temptation grabs hold as I let my hand slowly stroke my cock, knowing that if I am caught I will be severely punished, another turn on.
The images in my imagination of what may be transpiring behind the door make me pump my laced endowment faster. I can see her watching herself as her fingers invade that sweet hole, reaching up into the depths for the ledge of her spot. She loves watching herself almost as much as I love watching her. The way she holds her breast to her lips in almost a graceful gesture stinging her nipples with her own devilish nibbles, similar to the ones she bestows upon mine.
The curves of her form bent into this exotic dance resemble an adored goddess of Hinduism. As if encompassed in many hands her moans on the other side of the door swell as I am made aware of my own need to release into my hand. Her shattering squeal is punctuated for my pleasure I am sure, as anyone within this neighborhood is sure to hear her delights vocalized. With heaviness her foot is placed back upon the wood floor and the steps grow louder. I take my leave and release my cock to position myself upon heels and hands at the bathroom door.
Her face is flush as she opens the door to me. Full breasts heave with excited breath as she comes down from her orgasmic high. She smiles at me now, playful after her satisfaction. As she strides past me her fingers are placed against my nose and mouth, as I smell the sweetness of her sex. Two fingers penetrate my lips allowing my tongue the luxury of this taste, the elixir I dream of.
I follow her into the bathroom as she checks the water temperature with her toe and closes her eyes in the amorous scent of the oils. Slowly she lowers herself into the bath sinking below the waterline, her nipples pointing straight out in the frigidness of the air to the contrasting water. I take my place at the side of the tub lathering the wash cloth with jasmine soap.
My domestic duties may seem not as arousing to others as they are to me. This bending to her whim of goddess worship makes me even more her slave. The sensual touch of her flesh mixed with all the sensations of sight, sound and scent give me wondrous pleasures. Her body so relaxed under the water with breasts resting just on the top, face serene and eyes closed. This is when she appears most innocent and vulnerable and I feel the most enamored.
I lift her hand gently to wash each finger fighting the urge to cleanse them with my own tongue, moving the cloth down her forearm and elbow to her shoulder. I replace it under the water to rinse, intoxicated now from her touch and the romantic fragrances in the air.
I continued over her chest, brushing away the soap bubbles with my hand to grace the palm along the hard nugget of her firm nipple. She never squirmed or moved with her eyes shut and only her chest moving more rapidly up and down. Oh how I longed to place this bead between my lips and suckle like a child rolling it over my tongue and nibbling until the familiar salty liquid teased my taste buds. I held back from my urges knowing that my discipline inside reflects the discipline she inflicts outside. I let my fingers play with her thighs and calves making sure to leave her sex untouched for now.
The bubbles gently clean away the stress between her toes, around her ankles and behind her knees as her legs open just enough for the cloth to swab her pussy. She moves a touch more and even with the foam over her lipped form I know how lovely it is. I replace the cloth with my fingers and massage between her folds with her shifts helping me cleanse each area delicately. I can feel her excitement as my fingers glide smoothly between her lips which are slippery with her own aroused juices. I tease the pearl nonchalantly making my action seem so subtle, but she is aware and closes her thighs tightly gripping my hand in this vice.
