We're playing grueling game of racket ball with small personal bet for winning. Yoa're too busy watching my legs under my short skirt. Wondering if I'm wearing panties and keep getting pelted by the ball. I win easily since your distracted and I say, "For the next 24 hours your my personal servant. Thank god it's Friday." We head out to my car as I prefer my own bathroom and I drive to my home. You're surprised you had thought I'd give you time to recover as a few bruises are already apparent on your body. I slip upstairs and you follow noticing from this view that I'm not wearing any panties and you stumble on the stairs.
I fill a warm bubble bath and slip in before you catch up. I say, "Your first job is the pleasure of washing me." You kneel beside the tub body protesting every movement and gently wash my back and hair. I duck under water and rinse my hair and command you to shave my legs. You hesitantly take the razor I offer.
"It's dull don't worry." You set out to shave the shapely legs you've been admiring all day careful not to touch anything else as you can barely feel my unshaven mound. I smile as you finish and take the razor. I give you back the wash cloth and you silently wash my front your body aching in so many ways as your fingers accidentally brush my nipples. I stand quickly and get out as you pull the plug. I toss you a towel now seeing a bruise on your face where one shot hit you as you towel me dry. I stand commandingly saying no hanky panky and you comply reluctantly, but glad, unsure if your body can take much more.
I see the tiredness in your eyes and run a new bath and strip you down seeing even more bruises. I hadn't realized I had hit the ball so hard. You gently sink into tub and I let you soak up the water as I go to dry my hair and dress for bed. I return to see you are almost sleeping and I barely tweak your cock waking you up immediately. You slip out of tub and dry yourself off and follow me to bed. You see no pj's laid out for you and look at me wondering what I'm doing as I'm wearing normal non seductive pj's.
"Servants aren't allowed to wear clothes to bed." You fall into my bed too tired and sore to disagree. You feel my hands with a warm oil on them, rub your back easing your muscles delicately touching the purpling bruises kissing the rare non bruised spot finding one on each buttock. I work my way down your legs and gently roll you over as your now asleep. I cautiously rub your feet which are sore but unmarked. I work back up your sleeping form letting kisses rain over your pubic area which remained mostly free from bruising. I run up your chest making sure that you'll feel one hundred percent better in morning. I slide into bed next to you pulling sheets lightly over us.
