It was Jeremy's birthday. Mistress had been keeping him very busy as of late. She was hustling and bustling as Friday drew near. He could feel her tension and she was unusually short with him when he missed a spot on the floor and a smudge on the mirrors. She had finally smacked his knuckles with the strap until they had swelled.
Now it was Friday. The house was immaculate and Jeremy was tired. For five days he had scrubbed and polished everything in the house. The floors were spotless, the glass was beaming and the silverware had been buffed until he could see his own reflection.
She found him in the guest bedroom. He was on his knees, brushing away a piece of lint off of the bedspread and checking the bed for perfection. He felt her come into the room and he froze. His ears open for instruction, his breath becoming a little quicker. She could make him move faster than he ever thought possible.
"Come with me," she told him.
He rose and hid his eyes from hers. Hands clasped behind his back, he paused. She turned and he followed her heels to the master bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and she went in. There was a new scent in the room, he noticed. Strong, smoky, seductive. He could not see from where it came, but it rose up to greet him; invaded his nostrils and made him dizzy.
"Strip off your clothes. I have something for you."
He hesitated for a split second and began to unbutton his shirt. He dropped it to the floor carelessly as she watched him. The hard work she had him do all week long was catching up to him. His muscles ached all over, but he did not falter. Soon, his jeans were lying beside the shirt. He clasped his hands behind his neck and focused on a spot in the rug.
She came over to him and ran her hand over his body. His chest and stomach were rippled with muscles. His cock was already at attention. His hair was tangled and matted from being outside during the afternoon doing the yard work. He could smell his own sweat and he wrinkled his nose. In his mind, he prayed that Mistress was just doing a routine check and that she wouldn't want to be intimate now. How he would dislike going to her as he was. Still, he said nothing. His wants and needs were second, his Mistress's were first.
She snapped her fingers and out of nowhere a small Oriental girl appeared. As she drew nearer, Jeremy could smell again the musky scent and realized it was from the girl. Jeremy stayed focused and listened as Mistress spoke.
"I want him cleaned. Bathed, shaved and dressed in the garments I have hanging outside the bathroom door. My guests will be arriving in three hours. I wish him to be completely ready, understood?" The girl nodded at the Mistress, who towered over her by at least five inches. He could barely hear the girl's reply, but he was sure it was a murmur of acceptance to the task. Mistress slapped his naked rear. He braced his feet and she hit him again. When the stinging had subsided, she spoke to him.
"Min will do as she has been told. You are not to resist her in any way. Remember that even when I am not in the room, I still know what you do when you do it. I must go get myself ready for the party this evening." She stroked his cheek gently. "It shall be a party like none other that you have attended."
With those final words, she was gone. He could hear the high heels clacking on the floor as she made her way down the hall. He heard a door slam and knew that now she was indeed, gone.
Min took his arm and pulled him toward the steaming tub. He could see the candles, white and plentiful; smell the incense wafting softly from the burners. He could see that the sheets were turned down on the bed from the reflection in the mirror. He caught a glimpse of Min's chest. Soft curves. Small woman. His cock stirred slightly at the thoughts. Bronze thigh muscles aching, feet stinging at the warmth of the water, Jeremy eased himself into the tub with a sigh. Min knelt beside the tub and began cupping the water and letting it flow over his chest and arms. The water was slick with the perfumed oils and it felt so wonderful having small hands caressing.
She lathered a soft cloth and began to wash him. The rubbing on his neck made him sigh aloud. Min said nothing. The touches now moved down his chest and onto his thighs. She raised one leg up at a time and worked the oily water into his skin, massaging, washing. He was surprised to feel her timid hands working onto his cock. She pushed his legs open and gently kneaded his balls.
Her eyes dared to meet his and he slowly nodded his approval. His cock was growing in spite of itself and it was then that she stopped. She gathered up the cloth again and finished washing him. With a small cup, she poured water onto his head so that she could wash his hair.
When she was satisfied that he was cleaned thoroughly, she handed him the jar of shaving cream and the razor. He looked at her for a moment and understood that she was not going to shave him. He took his time. He knew Mistress would run her hands over his face repeatedly to see if he had been careless in his preparation. This task completed, he rose up from the tub. He found her motioning to the bed when he entered the bedroom. He was still damp from the bath, but she shook her head and indicated that he should lie face down. He discarded the towel and did as she had told him. He felt her small hands rubbing his lower back and it felt wonderful. He could smell the oils from the water on his skin and realized that she was massaging it into him, making his skin gleam and the scent linger.
