He walks in to the room quietly and sees her lying there in the white porcelain tub. The air is tinged with the light smell of the scented bath and the room is doused in quiet light from the flickering candles. He sees the glass of half drunk red wine and moves in even closer. God, how sexy she looks covered in white tiny bubbles. Her soft body prone in the tub totally immersed in the warm water. Her head propped back on a little blue towel baring the soft curve of her neck. Her silky blond hair is up and she has her eyes closed but she knows he is here.
He glances at the swell of her breasts just peeking through the bubbles and enjoys the erotic view they make. Rising and falling ever so slightly, he knows that she is relaxed. This is just what he had envisioned. She needed this and he would give it to her.
He walks over to the white vanity and takes a small sip of the wine. In his minds eye he can see her luscious lips covering the rim of the glass and remembers the times those lips were wrapped around him. He feels a surge of passion at the thought and then remembers, this is for her. Tonight she will be played as a beautiful musical instrument and his hands will make her sing.
She opens her blue eyes and begins to speak. "Shhhhhh" her Master says to her. He looks at her and states so matter of factly," Close your eyes and do not speak. Just enjoy this moment. The only thing I wish to hear emanating from your wet silky throat is your sounds of passion". She knows better than to disobey for she realizes this is as much for him as for her and she will not displease him this night. She nods, looking passionately into her Master's eyes and then closes her eyes once more and lowers her neck back to the edge of the tub.
He slowly undresses. His eyes never leaving her body. He unbuttons his wrinkled white shirt. It has been a long day! He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants slowly. Now it will get better! He knows she can hear him and wants to look but he also knows she will not. She loves her Master and wishes not to disobey him. He steps out of his black loafers and discards his socks and is naked before her. She still has not looked and her eyes remain closed. He knows this is punishment to her.
He crosses to the edge of the tub and sits there near her. He can feel the heat rising from the warm water. "Is it the water or is it her?" he wonders to himself. She is such a passionate creature! He has been fortunate to find this loving submissive. And quickly thinks back to when he first met her. It always brings a smile to his face.
Turning his attention back to her he lowers his small hands to her neck and shoulders and begins to knead her muscles. She is tense but not from strenuous work. He knows his touch always does this to her and that is why he knows how to play her. A quick stroke there and a soft pluck here and before long she sings for him. It will again be this way tonight but also different.
He is enjoying the feel of her soft skin. It is like touching a velvet cloth. Smooth and silky, soft and supple. His fingers rub her delicate shoulders and slowly caress the nape of her neck. His fingers love to touch her and he can never seem to get enough of her. Nor she, him! He lowers his lips to her ear and gently licks the outside. "God, I love the taste of you," he whispers in her ear and she moans in acquiescence. He nibbles at her ear and moves his lips to behind her lobe and kisses her softly. He knows she enjoys this and continues his foray. His hands have stopped kneading her shoulders as they wish to feel more of her. He slowly spreads out his fingers and begins his glide over her wet skin to her breasts.
She is beginning to breathe a little more rapidly now. It does not take much to begin his sweet pet on her passionate journey. That is something that he has loved from the beginning. Her quickness to arousal. Her desire to please him. He continues to lick and kiss at her lobes raining love down upon her. But he also senses her impalpable desire for more. His hands are almost at the swelled tips of her white creamy mounds and he longs to fill his hands with her soft orbs. Ever so slowly, while not stopping at kissing her ears and nuzzling her neck, he encircles her breasts with his hands and starts to gently caress them. They feel perfect. He cups both breasts in his hands and enjoys the way they just mold themselves to his fingers. Perfect mounds of pleasure topped by hard little nubs. Her nipples have hardened considerably on top her wet mounds and they are rising out of the bubbles like glaciers in the artic. He slides his thumbs over them and feels them spring to his touch. She moans a little more now and he realizes he has set the orchestra flowing. The beginning movement!!
His lips on her throat nipping at her skin and leaving light teeth marks. His hands encompassing her breasts he continues on with his musical creation. His fingers rise from her breast and lightly pinch at her tall hardened red nipples. He knows she likes them pinched and he alternates between soft little squeezes and harder forceful pressure. He flicks his fingers over them and then pinches again. Little circular swirls and then hard tugs between his thumb and forefinger. He has always loved the way they respond. She is moaning ever more so now and he knows it is time to move on else she cum from this intense movement he has begun.
His hands leave her breasts and continue their journey downward. She whimpers her protest and he whispers to her. "Shhhh or I will stop all together". She hears the command in her Masters voice and obeys for she always tries to be his good little slave. She loves him. And she has from the moment they met and still doesn't know how or why, just that it was.
