I feel someone rubbing my back and whispering something. Opening my eyes, I see Ben sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a terry cloth robe. He is whispering for me to wake up. I slowly roll over to see him fully. My body still feels sore from everything it went through recently, but seeing him smile at me, I can't help but hug him.
He picks up my chin and gently kisses me, saying, "Good afternoon." My eyes widen as I ask him what time it is. He tells me it's after five o'clock. I had slept almost the entire day. While absorbing this, he scoops me up and carries me to his giant bathroom, telling me to brush my teeth and use the toilet.
Not realizing I needed to go until he mentioned it, I quickly walked over to the toilet, relieved as I released my full bladder. I note how easy it is to pee without the chastity belt, as the stream will spray everywhere when it's on. While doing that and brushing my teeth, I watch Ben go to the tub and turn off the water.
When I'm finished, he extends a hand to me and turns me around to brush my hair, skillfully putting it in a tight ponytail on the top of my head. Then, with expertise, he twists my hair into a messy bun. Satisfied with his work, he leads me to the tub and helps me get in. As I settle into the hot water, he drops his robe and joins me from behind, positioning me between his legs and holding me securely with his long arms.
The tub is deep and wide enough that we don't feel cramped. Even as I lay against his chest, I am fully submerged, my toes floating in the tub's water.
Relaxing in his embrace, I run my hands along his arms and then take his hand in mine, holding it in front of me. Marveling at how much bigger it is compared to mine, I'm shocked to think about how deep inside me it went.
I hear him chuckle softly and suggest that we should have another evening like that, but this time with his permission for me to touch myself. Blushing at the memory of my transgression and everything that transpired afterward, I feel excitement and embarrassment.
He starts asking me questions about the evening and my thoughts on certain parts of it, constantly checking in after each new experience to gather my feedback and find ways to improve it in the future. Wanting to gauge his mood before broaching a sensitive subject, I ask if I can ask him a question.
He squeezes and reassures me that I can ask him anything. I take a deep breath and ask if he genuinely wants to play with me in front of other people and about someone else touching me beside him.
He sighed and admitted that he had fantasized about public viewings ever since he met me, finding me incredibly sexy and desiring to showcase me as his own. However, as he considered involving other people, he confessed that his possessiveness and jealousy made it difficult to entertain the idea. The mere thought of someone else touching me filled him with anger, while the notion of others watching me filled him with a conflicting mix of pride and lust, knowing they would never have me.
Curious about John, I inquire further, and he says that John doesn't count. He explains that he trusts John with everything precious to him, including me. Sensing the need to avoid inadvertently encouraging him to prove his point, I drop the subject.
Ben shares other desires for me, such as suspending me with ropes, using toys he hasn't had a chance to test yet, and trapping me in an invisible cage. He mentions that I will experience at least one of these desires this weekend. He says he enjoyed last night so much that a repeat preference will be needed tonight.
Without providing specific details, Ben informs me that a potential business partner will be coming over for dinner tonight, and he needs my assistance, asking if I would be willing to be put on display like I was last night.
Knowing Ben will keep me safe, and I learned I enjoy being the object of attention. I agree to help him however I can; I happily squeeze him back, expressing my willingness. He mentions that we have a few more minutes before we need to get out of the tub.
Enjoying his embrace, I feel disappointed when he eventually tells me to stand up. He rises from the tub but sits on the side, reaching over to grab a loofa and soap. Squeezing the fragrant liquid onto the loofa, he extends his other hand toward me, beckoning me to come closer.
He carefully washes me, enveloping my body in a soft blanket of bubbles. His gentle touch soothes and explores each part of me, easing my sore muscles. After setting aside the loofa, he uses a detachable shower head to rinse off the bubbles, leaving me feeling clean and refreshed.
He then asks me to lift one leg and place it on the side of the tub, encouraging a gentle stretch. Content with the positioning of my leg, I expose my intimate area, allowing him to spray it with the shower head. He holds my lips open with his fingers, allowing the water to reach deeper inside. Surprisingly, despite the sensitivity from our recent activities, I feel remarkably refreshed, as if my body is quickly recovering and ready for more.
Once Ben is satisfied, he turns off the water and helps me out of the tub. After getting out, he grabs a fluffy towel and dries me off. He then asks me to lift my arms, and he wraps the towel around me, tucking it in a corner to ensure it stays snug. He then dries himself off and guides me into the master bedroom. Ben points and instructs me to sit on a chest at the end of his bed while he gets dressed.
