I opened my eyes to find I was still blindfolded and my restrained. I wasn't sure what time it was or if I was even still in the room. As I wiggled in and pulled on the chains to stretch I heard her voice.
"Morning sleepy!" she sound far away.
"Morning Ma'am," I said.
Blind I was unable to see a clock or if the sun was up. I was just going to have go off her word.
"You might want to get up and get dressed. Room service will be here shortly. How funny would that be if you were naked and tied up when they arrived," Ms. Laura chuckled, "I bet they'd get a good laugh when they saw you're woody there too."
The blood in my cock was straining almost as my muscles were in the restraints. I heard Ms. Laura walk over then felt her messing with the chains.
"Here, let me get those for you," Ms. Laura said and she undid the chains.
"Thank you ma'am," I said grateful to be free.
She then undid the blindfold. I got to see her for the first time since last night. She was a complete reversal from the leather clade stick wielding demon that had bruised up my rear end the night before.
She had on her glasses, fresh makeup, a tight yet conservative red blouse, and a black skirt down to her knees held. It was hard to believe the librarian and the dominatrix were the same person.
I rolled on to the ground in front of her. Now free of all the chains save for the collar I could stretch out. Staying bound up all night left me sore. Then without warning she pulled me away by the collar.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she smiled, "I can't trust you anymore to be alone so we're going follow you everywhere."
I hopped along behind her trying not to get strangled. Ms. Laura led me to the bathroom then undid the collar. I sat on my thighs waiting for an explanation. It was apparent we were going to do something with the shower, but exactly what we were going to do I had no clue.
Whatever it was the thought stiffened my already hard morning wood. I was no longer shy of being naked in front of her or necessarily a shamed. Instead I was horny. After last night and everything we did Ms. Laura to me was the walking definition of sexuality. Every time I saw her I hoped she would visit me again like she did in the tub.
Ms. Laura returned and I sat in a way my cock would stick out as noticeably. She stood over me and smiled. Something was in her hand. It looked like a bag of soaps and other hygiene accessories.
I looked over at the counter and my bag which hung over it. Was she planning on using it on me?
"Draw a bath nice and warm," she pointed at the tube, "I thought since you can't be alone and just watching you shower would be a waste of time I thought I'd teach you something."
I wasn't about to question her. At this point all I wanted was for her to touch me. I did what she asked and began to draw the water.
She petted my hair, "let's see if we can make this softer. I know you want to be a soldier, but good soldiers are gentlemen too. And gentlemen know how to take care of themselves."
She waited a moment then pulled a cloth and some soap out of her bag. I recognized the soap and being the same brand as the wash she made me use yesterday, only the bottle was different.
"Get in," she demanded.
As I climbed in she gave me a swift slap on the ass, and then threw in the wash cloth and a dash of soap. I sat back down in the water looking around. I hadn't taken a bath since I was a little kid. In a perverted sense I felt like she was my mom giving me a bath and toddler. I tried not to think of it that was and sat quietly and she rolled up her sleeves on her blouse then felt the water.
"Good isn't it?" she said shaking her hand dry, "turn it off."
"Yes Ma'am" I replied quickly.
The water was barely a few inched deep when I complied. It wasn't nearly deep enough to submerge my fully erect cock. It was probably on purpose, but she pretended not to notice. She grabbed the cloth and swished it around in the water till it got soapy.
"So Johnny I thought we'd go to the store today. I'm thinking eating out every meal might be getting to expensive," she ringed the soaking cloth out on my head.
"That's okay, Ma'am I don't mind paying for it. I make enough money," I replied lying through my teeth.
It was the one thing I was dreading. Ms. Laura had flown herself her, but I was paying for everything else. Financially it looked like a free puppy. I was just trying to flatter her and potentially avoid an embarrassing moment at the story.
She dumped a second load of water on my head, "I insist, plus I need a few things. As hot as it was to see all bunched up in my panties, I don't think they will ever fit right again."
She started scrubbing my body in the water. Twenty four hours earlier I would have been humiliated by this, but in my hyper aroused stated desensitized to the taboo. She was using both hands one to wash and the other to grope my upper body.
"How often do you work out Johnny? You're pretty muscular," she stared at me with hungry eyes.
"Ah," I hesitated to answer not wanting to lie again, but it I did anyway "once or twice a week."
The most working out I had ever done was walking. In school I swam one year, but never really cared for sports. I never thought of myself as muscular. In fact looking in the mirror I was rather disappointed.
