Amanda knelt next to the bathtub, rubbing soap on to her mistress' body. The skin was slick, and Amanda enjoyed sliding her hands up and down Caitlin's front, especially over the soft breasts and thighs. Caitlin lay back, eyes closed and head bent upwards, enjoying the younger woman's hands slipping up her body. A sigh escaped Caitlin's lips as Amanda soaped up the inner thighs, coming very close to touching Caitlin's burning hot pussy.
"When did you lose your virginity, Amanda?" Caitlin asked softly.
"Senior prom. My date and I left early, drove in his car up to the park on top of the butte in the town I grew up. We kissed for a long time, he felt me up a little bit…and then we did it, in the passenger seat."
Amanda had gotten over being embarrassed by these sorts of questions. Her mistress had been 'getting to know' Amanda all weekend, sitting her down and asking her question after question about her intimate life and partners that she had had.
When not being questioned by her new mistress, Amanda had worked hard cleaning the house from top to bottom, scrubbing bathrooms and floors, doing dishes and making meals. Though conversation had gotten steamy, there had been no repeats of the performance that took place Friday after meeting for the second time, no intimacies at all really.
Caitlin had set some ground rules: Amanda was only to address Caitlin as Mistress, and only speak when spoken to. She was to do the housework every day without instruction, and cook three meals a day at certain times. Whenever Caitlin was in the room with Amanda, unless Amanda was specifically instructed to do otherwise, she was to remain on her knees, crawling when needed. And at all times, Amanda would be nude.
The windows were always open, exposing Amanda to the outside. Amanda felt uncomfortable at first, but the house was set back a bit from the streets and trees mostly concealed the windows. Instead of feeling nervous, after a few hours she began to feel somewhat excited by the idea that any stranger could walk up to the glass and see her inside, on hands and knees, scrubbing a floor completely naked.
"What is your favorite kind of sex?" Caitlin asked, lifting her leg in the water to make it easier for Amanda to reach with the washcloth. "What position, what kinds of kinks make it special for you?"
Amanda thought for a moment, rubbing the soap on to her mistress' smooth leg.
"Doggie style is my favorite position, I think, Mistress. I like to be fucked from behind, while the man grabs my hips, pulling me back on to him in time with his hard thrusts. I don't know about any kinks, though…I've never really tried anything."
"Mm hmm…" Caitlin murmured, sitting up for Amanda to be able to reach her back. "Have you ever had sex with a woman?"
Amanda blushed, lowering her head. Strands of her blonde hair fell in to her face, shading her eyes. She saw her naked breasts hanging down and outwards, almost offering themselves to Caitlin. But Caitlin seemed not to notice, her eyes not even darting down to the breasts at all. Amanda wondered if she was even interested.
"No, Mistress."
Caitlin rested back down in to the tub.
"Have you ever thought about it?" Caitlin asked, opening her eyes to glance at Amanda.
"Yes, Mistress…I've thought about it a little bit." Amanda answered softly.
"And does it excite you?"
"Yes, Mistress," the words were almost a whisper.
"Anyone in particular?"
Amanda hesitated. "Yes, Mistress…a girl I worked with. My secretary, actually."
"What was she like? Tell me about her."
"Her name is Susan. She's taller than I am, but not much…probably about five foot four…She's got red curly hair, green eyes…freckles, not many, just a few…she's really rather cute. Great body, curves like crazy. Slimmer than I am, though."
"Did you fantasize about her often?"
"Every once in a while, Mistress." Amanda began to massage Caitlin's calves.
"You ever tell her?"
"Tell her what, Mistress?"
"Tell her that you thought she was sexy."
Amanda blinked, surprised.
"No, I never told her. I didn't want to act on it, I just thought that she was hot."
"I think that you should have told her, Amanda," Caitlin closed her eyes again and moaned softly. "Maybe we can take care of that somehow."
Amanda stopped rubbing Caitlin's legs, a little bit scared.
"Did I tell you to stop, dear?" asked Caitlin patiently.
The massage resumed instantly, harder than before.
"I think I'll get out anyway. Grab me that towel, will you, Amanda?" Caitlin stood up in the water and took out the drain plug.
Amanda wrapped the fluffy towel around Caitlin, rubbing a few places dry. She then knelt on the floor, knee's spread wide, and looked up at her mistress.
Caitlin looked down at Amanda. Amanda's short blonde hair appeared windblown as usual, a good deal trying hard to get in front of Amanda's eyes. The sapphire blue eyes looked Caitlin right in the face, revealing all the mixed emotions Amanda felt at kneeling naked in front of another woman.
"I think that you ought to go in to work tomorrow. Gather the things from your desk and bring them back here, tell your boss," Caitlin sneered at the thought of Zane Smith, a man who years before had caused Caitlin's own husband to go to prison. "Tell your boss that you won't be back on Tuesday, or ever again."
"Yes, Mistress," said Amanda.
"And I want you to invite Susan here for dinner this evening. I haven't found reason to punish you yet, but if you fail at this I will do so, and most severely." Caitlin's voice seemed colder than ever, causing Amanda's heart to pound heavily with fear.
"Yes, Mistress. She will come."
"Excellent. Now, come, we must get ready for bed."
Caitlin walked through the door to the adjoining bedroom, Amanda crawling after her on all fours. Caitlin had set a pillow and blanket at the foot of her own bed, and for the last two nights Amanda had slept there, listening to the sound of Caitlin's soft snores.
Caitlin ran her fingers through Amanda's hair, then walked to the side of the bed and crawled in. She flipped off the bedside lamp and Amanda could hear her covering herself with the blankets. Amanda felt oddly frustrated, on the floor. She wanted to be up in the bed with Caitlin. She wanted to feel the other woman's soft skin against her own.
"Don't masturbate, dear," Caitlin reminded Amanda before falling fast asleep. The sound of her heavy breathing soon filled the lonely room.
Amanda curled up on the floor, hugging herself for warmth, and waited for morning to come.
**
Amanda woke when Caitlin put her hand on the back of Amanda's neck, warm fingers curling in to her hair and petting Amanda's head. Amanda instantly pulled herself to her knees, spreading her thighs and looking at her mistress' feet, waiting for directions.
For a moment Caitlin said nothing, just looked down at the girl. She smiled and spoke.
"Come with me," she said, turning towards the bathroom.
Amanda followed on all fours, shivering as her knees and palms touched the cold tiles.
Caitlin took care of her toilet business quickly, and then allowed Amanda to do the same. Caitlin didn't appear to be much in to water-sports, for which Amanda was very thankful. She got almost sick to her stomach thinking about what Caitlin could command her to do.
With a sudden booming flow, water began to pour out of the faucet in the tub, and Caitlin ran her hand under the water, patiently waiting for it to grow warm. She flipped it to shower mode, and stepped in.
Caitlin's hand motioned that Amanda should follow, so she did, stepping behind the shower curtain behind Caitlin who stood in the stream of water.
Caitlin ran her hands through her own hair, getting it thoroughly wet, and lifted her arms. Amanda knew what was expected and picked up the bar of soap, beginning to wash her mistress. She ran her hands over Caitlin's underarms, and down her sides and back up the back. A shiver ran through her body as her hands connected with the smooth skin. She coated Caitlin's breasts with soap, and then helped rub off the suds, reaching around Caitlin's body, breasts touching the other woman's back. Once Caitlin's body was squeaky clean Amanda put the soap back and snatched up the bottle of shampoo, flipping the lid and squirting the thick stuff in to her palm. She spread it in her mistress' hair and massaged it into the dark strands, working up a good lather. She helped Caitlin rinse it out, careful to not let any suds near the other woman's eyes.
Caitlin rubbed herself down quickly, a once over to make sure no soap remained on her body, and stepped out of the shower.
"Get clean, and dry, then we'll get you dressed for work," she said, disappearing through the curtain.
Amanda washed herself quickly, hands hesitating over the slit between her legs. She yearned to stroke herself, pleasure herself to the point of orgasm, but didn't want to anger Caitlin. Perversely, this deprivation was causing new states of lust for her. Amanda wanted more than anything to be invited in to the mistress' bed, to be allowed to bring Caitlin to orgasm. She shut her eyes and felt herself lightly, experimentally. Just one stroke and her clit was on fire, begging for more. She shuddered violently, tearing her hand away and flipping the water to cold. The icy water cooled her desires, and she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself briskly with the towel and got down on her hands and knees to crawl back in to Caitlin's bedroom.
Caitlin was standing in front of the closet, sorting through clothes. Amanda crawled to her feet and knelt to the side, looking at the floor.
"I think that this will do," she said, holding out a dress on a hanger. "Yes, this should be just fine. Why don't you stand up and we'll get this dress on you?"
Amanda stood, hanging her arms at her side, looking at the dress. It was a simple black thing, sleeveless with a V-neck and a slit up the long skirt designed to show off a big of leg. It was very tasteful, Amanda thought. She wouldn't mind wearing it at all.
Caitlin handed Amanda the dress and Amanda took it in her arms, waiting for undergarments.
"Just put it on, dear," said Caitlin patiently.
Amanda hesitated. She had never appeared in public without underwear. Her first similar experience had been Friday when she had come to this house with none on. She shrugged and slipped the dress over her head. The cotton fabric rubbed against her nipples deliciously, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her loins. Her pussy began to feel hot, and Amanda pushed her thighs together to try to control the feeling's rushing through her body.
Once dressed, Amanda put her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she and Caitlin left the house. Caitlin drove to the office building that Amanda still technically worked in, and parked outside.
