The next thing I was aware of was being lifted up off the table. The cuffs at my wrists and ankles were gone, and so was the torturous vibrating egg. There was a blanket under me and as I was lifted up I was feeling very warm and comfortable, cradled and held in his arms. My brain felt sluggish, but I was dimly aware he was carrying me over to the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.
I slowly opened my eyes in the dim lighting to find there was no blindfold and saw him looking down at me carefully.
"How are you feeling, love? Are you ok?" he asked seriously.
"Ohhh ... hell yes master, thank you," I grinned weakly, relieved to see his quick smile in response.
"Too much?" he sounded concerned, gently sitting us on the sofa and reaching to hand me a bottle of water from the low table.
I shook my head before taking a drink, then smiled at him, "Nope. More, please."
He laughed, taking the bottle and putting it back down on the coffee table. "Incorrigible. But first, you're eating something, and having some more to drink. And relaxing a bit, like, say ... how does a bath sound?"
My eyes lit up in delight, "Ohhh, yes, please. A bath sounds wonderful."
"Good." He leaned in and kissed me, lightly but with passion. "You scared me a little there, angel."
I felt bad for scaring him, but not too bad since I was feeling far too good to be actually remorseful, so I just grinned.
"I'm ok love, promise."
He nodded and shifted me around a bit to reach forward, and I realized I was stripped down and nude in the blanket, all the chains and straps and toys gone. I looked where he was reaching and saw some of the food containers spread haphazardly across the coffee table. I realized I must have been out of it for a few minutes, but clearly he'd worked fast. I gazed at him lovingly, he took such good care of me.
"You need to eat," he scolded emphatically, picking up one of the take out boxes and handing it to me.
Sighing, I nodded my agreement. I am so bad at remembering to not drop my blood sugar through the floor, but he is always mindful of it. Slowly I righted myself a bit and settled in to eat at least enough to make him stop fussing.
I ate as much as I could, then put the container down only half emptied, for which I got a look, "You outta finish that, you know."
I picked up the water and downed half the bottle, saying offhandedly, "I ate half, it was a lot." I caught his skeptical expression and shook my head firmly, "Can't, I'm full."
He gave a slightly exasperated sigh, then gave in and grinned evilly, "Not yet you aren't, we'll fix that after your bath. Come on."
He rose and helped me to my feet, making sure I was moving steadily then nodded, satisfied when I seemed fine to walk on my own.
Holding the blanket still wrapped around me, I followed him into the white and sea-foam tiled bathroom, sitting at his feet on the plush green-blue rug while he rested on the edge of the tub, running a hot bath. As the tub filled, he pulled off his shirt and grinned at my appreciative purring. I think he's sexy and I never get tired of watching him.
The last of the day's sunlight splashed puddles of warmth through the high window, giving my hair a copper gleam as he offered a hand to help me into the tub. I was mildly surprised at how late it had gotten.
He sat me down in the hot water, leaning me forward as he picked up the soap and a pale terry washcloth. Lathering it up, he slowly rubbed down my back and arms, a massage and thorough wash at the same time. He worked over my entire back and then leaned forward, reaching around my shoulders and beginning the same methodical, massaging wash down my front.
It was slow and sensuous and he was taking his time on each breast, rubbing and brushing the nipples until they were pebble hard. When I was well cleaned, and clearly getting turned on, he put the cloth down a moment to gently guide me to lay back in the tub, resting my head on the back edge.
He picked the cloth back up and re-lathered it. His other hand dipped into the water as he lifted one leg, then the other, continuing the unhurried massage with the soapy cloth which was both so relaxing and erotically arousing at the same time. He continued up to the tops of my thighs, parting my legs to work the cloth into every fold and crevice just under the water, cleaning me thoroughly while making me a bit short of breath at the same time with his gentle stroking.
Letting me lie there panting slightly, he reached for the shower head and turned on a low stream of warm water. With a hand behind my shoulders, he had me slide forward slightly and drop my head back further, proceeding to rinse water through my hair. With one hand, he generously lathered it with shampoo and gently massaged into my scalp, making sure even the ends were clean before using the shower head to give it a good rinsing out.
Once he had finished with my hair, the last thing to get washed, he again gently guided me, this time to up to get on my knees in the water.
Hands turned me to face the front of the tub with my legs as far apart as they could be. He rinsed me head to toe with the shower head while letting the soapy water drain out of the tub, rinsing around my legs and knees and taking his time aiming the pulsing jets up between my spread knees. He ran his other hand across my wet nipples, teasing and playing with them while the water jets played over and into me, making me gasp and shiver.
He adjusted the jets to a slightly stronger alternating pulsing pattern and moved the shower head to directly spray into the most sensitive places, then he put my hand on the handle.
