The following day dawned clear and bright, the birds chirping, day breaking in the clear skies above. Slowly awaking, she tried to stretch her limbs, frowning in her sleep as she met resistance. Turning to her side, she now was fully awake, feeling eyes upon her. Tilting her head to her upper arm she tried to remove the sleep mask covering her eyes, pushing against it to slide it up. Struggling a few minutes she finally gave up, the mask had been tied to securely. Blowing an exasperated sigh, she snapped her head up as she heard a low chuckle.
"Master?" she called out in a soft whisper.
"Yes, little one?" she heard Him respond from the recliner to her left.
Sagging in relief, she spoke softly, "I didn't want to wake You, Master...but now that I know You are awake, would You untie me please, Master?"
"Hmmm, how much do you want Me to untie you, little one?" He asked, seeing her already starting to squirm.
"Master, please...I gotta go," she responded with a slight whine in her voice.
Chuckling as she squirmed even more, trying to cross her legs, He squatted down beside her, gently stroking her hair. "What's the rush for, little one?" He teased.
"Masterrrrrr, please, I gotta go, pleaseeee," she begged pitifully.
"Where do you have to go, little one?" He continued to tease.
Struggling to cross her legs, she whined "Master, pleasssseeeee... I gotta go."
Chuckling He untied the sleep mask, smiling down to her as she blinked her eyes, bringing them into focus.
"Good morning, sweetness," He spoke gently.
Smiling up to Him she returned the morning greetings, waiting as patiently as she could for Him to free her from her bindings. Once He had her free, she sprang up from the mat, running to the bathroom. He chuckled, watching as her ass swung provocatively. Hurriedly she sat on the toilet, letting her long golden tresses fall down covering her face. She heard Him walk into the bathroom; His boots tapping out a staccato with each step. Tensing, she whimpered softly; she couldn't go.
Lifting her head slightly, her voice soft with pleading, "Master, please...I can't go with You in here watching."
He brushed her hair back from her face, squatting down beside her so He could look into her eyes, His voice gentle, "this is part of your training, little one and no better time to start."
"Master, please," she pleaded.
"This is something you will have to learn to get used to, little one."
Nodding her head slightly, she responded, "yes, Master."
Slowly He stood up, walking to the sink, He proceeded to turn on the cold water and brush His teeth. He knew the sound of running water would stimulate her bodily functions so that she had no choice but to go while He was in the same room. Wiggling uncomfortably on the seat, she looked at Him, almost exasperated; it was becoming harder and harder to hold. Finally when she could stand it no longer, she relaxed enough so that she could relieve herself, feeling the stain of a deep blush wash over her as she did. Hearing the sudden rush as she did, He smiled softly, continuing to brush His teeth.
"She will learn to become more comfortable with all of her body and sharing it with Me," He thought to Himself.
After she had completed, she looked up to Him, softly asking, "Master, may I take a quick shower, please?"
Smiling to her, He nodded, "of course, little one."
She waited patiently for Him to finish, and to go about His way. Knowing what she was waiting for, He turned and leaned against the counter, His eyes mischievous and a small grin playing about His lips.
Looking up from lowered lashes, the blush still prominent on her cheeks, she hesitated briefly, her voice soft, "Master?"
"Why the sudden shyness, little one, I thought you wanted to take a shower?" He asked, His merriment evident in His look and voice.
"I do, Master...but" she responded, letting her voice trail off.
"You are in training, remember, little one? Everything you do, You will do in My presence, understood?" He asked gently.
Nodding her head slightly, she whispered, "yes, Master."
Scampering into the shower room, she turned the showers on, letting the water warm before she stepped beneath the cascading waterfalls. Washing her hair quickly, she closed her eyes as she rinsed the suds from the long tresses, arching her back as it streamed down to just the top swell of her ass. He smiled as He watched her; every movement she made was poetry in motion. She had lost herself into the simple pleasure of a hot shower, stopping long enough to pull on the loofa gloves and pour a small amount of shower gel into the palm of her hand. Scrubbing every inch, she had all but forgotten she was being watched.
Calling out to her, "don't forget My freshly shaved cunt, little one, and My tits and ass."
Whirling on the ball of one foot, she gasped softly as she saw Him standing there, grinning. Blushing furiously, she responded, "yes, Master."
Quickly she finished her bathing, rinsing the conditioner from her hair and then rinsing the fragrant suds of the shower gel from the rest of her body. Turning off the showers, she bent from the waist and gathered the long silken strands into her hands, gently squeezing out the excess water and then flipped her head back, sending the mane flying.
Stepping hesitantly to the door, she looked up from lowered lashes to find Him standing with a bath sheet held open to her.
"Come, little one, let Me dry you," He spoke softly to her.
Gathering her waning courage, she walked into His arms, feeling them encircle her body with the big, fluffy towel, hugging her close to Him as He slowly patted the water droplets from her. He continued to dry her, covering every inch, lifting her arms, blotting gently against her breasts, belly, until she was completely dry.
Inhaling deeply the soft fragrance of the shower gel, He spoke, "ironic how a delicious slut like you would love the smell of vanilla so much, little one."
Tilting her head, she looked up to Him, confused. He simply smiled, "you will soon learn the significance, little one."
Nodding slowly, still confused, she answered simply, "yes, Master."
He smiled and kissed her forehead, enjoying the little girl innocence about her.
"Hungry, little one?" He asked.
"Starving, Master," she replied, smiling up to Him.
"Well, let's get these snarls out of this hair for you and then we will find some breakfast, little one," He spoke.
Nodding her head, "yes, Master."
Finding a comb in the cabinet, He started to gently untangle the snarls. She stood still, wincing every now and then when He found a particularly stubborn snarl. When He had completed, He swatted her on the ass.
"Let's eat, little one."
"Yes, Master", she smiled up to Him, adding, "thank You Master."
He smiled down to her and simply nodded.
Again, as the night before, she was on plush cushion at His feet, her body positioned in a nadu kneel, hands "held in Master's will" behind her back as He fed her a light breakfast consisting of juice, fresh fruit and a toasted bagel. Smiling up to Him, she would flick her tongue lightly against His fingers as she was fed, her shyness slowly starting to fade a bit.
He had intended to start her on a rigorous training schedule, but she was as skittish as a newborn filly and ready to bolt at any time. He changed His mind and decided that it would be better for her in the long run to become accustomed to her new surroundings and to let her shyness slowly dwindle. He didn't want to rush her into anything and then come up against barriers that could have been prevented with a little patience on His part. He would still keep her in training, but taking the small baby steps that she needed to progress and grow. And she was progressing in His eyes. There were only small tantrums now and then and those seemed to be controlled with just a sharp look from Him. The natural submissiveness of her was slowly coming to the surface and He did not want to jeopardize that small part of her that was yearning to be free. The part that was becoming more and more prominent with each hour she had been within His care and possession.
She remained kneeling, observing Him from lowered lashes. He seemed to be deep in thought. Her mind was at peace, all of her in fact. She felt the protectiveness from Him and savored it. She smiled softly to herself, trying to recall a time that she had ever been more peaceful. Looking up to Him again, she found Him smiling down to her.
His voice was gentle, "you are smiling, little one, why?"
She smiled softly and shook her head; "it is silly Master."
"You must learn to share everything with Me, little one. I will decide if it is silly or not. You need to let Me in and share all of your thoughts."
Blushing softly, she softly answered, "I was just thinking that I couldn't remember a time when I have felt this...tranquil, Master, at peace."
He smiled down to her, "you will continue to feel that, little one, more and more as time continues."
She smiled up to Him, arching her back a tiny bit more.
"Today is your day, little one, whatever you wish to do, we will. Within reason, of course, and with My approval," He spoke.
She beamed up to Him, "anything I wish, Master?" she asked with that telltale little girl exuberance.
He nodded and smiled, "anything, little one."
"Well, first off, Master, we must visit Lakota, and then I want to go exploring Master," she started rambling.
"Hold on, little one," He interrupted, "who is 'Lakota'?"
"The palomino, Master. I named him during my sleep. It is a perfect name, don't You think, Master?" she asked excitedly.
"Lakota, little one?" He asked.
