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 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: The Personal Assistant
Keywords: MF, Light Femdom, Nosex

   Chapter One Prepping Ms Roberts



   It was 7:30 and my alarm was ringing.  I like to be awake and ready when
Ms.  Roberts gives me her first instructions.  I roll over and slap the off
button.  After a few moments I drag myself out of bed and into my personal
bathroom.  I turn on the shower and quickly disrobe before hopping into the
still warming stream of water.  Working quickly I scrub myself down and
proceed to wash my hair.  I use a 2 in 1 because I'm a fan of efficiency,
as is Ms Roberts.

   The task at hand complete I shut off the water, towel off and exit the
shower.  I give my beard a quick once over because it's been a few days and
I don't want to offend Ms Roberts with a disheveled look.

   --

   Ms Roberts is my employer and as her personal assistant (very personal,
as it turns out) it is my job to see to her every need.  It's a demanding
job, to the point that I live in a two room suite on the second floor of
her expansive house, so I can be available for her 24/7.  It's also very
rewarding.  I have room and board paid and still make a very impressive
salary on top of that.  Being a senior executive for a large chain of
department stores that you have surely heard of, Ms Roberts earns herself
an exceptionally comfortable living, obviously so since she can hire an
assistant such as myself to take care of her every need.

   --

   My short morning routine complete I dress quickly and sit down to check
my email.  After catching almost al the way up on my email the phone Ms
Roberts gave me when she hired me buzzes.  No one else has the number (part
of my employment contract stipulated that this phone was for her use only
and that a single breach of this was grounds for termination) so obviously
it's going to be this morning's instructions.  I check the screen to see
what Ms Roberts wants.

   "Smith, I'm feeling unclean this morning.  I require assistance in
rectifying this issue immediately."

   I quickly text back a response.

   "I'll be there in a moment Ms Roberts."

   I reach into my closet and pull out another towel and a pair of shorts.
I quickly remove my pants and boxers then pull on the shorts.  All ready
for my task I make my way downstairs and to the master bedroom.  Ms Roberts
is waiting for me still wearing a purple silk nightgown.

   Ms Roberts is an attractive woman in her early 30s.  She's roughly 5'7"
tall, but her legs seem much longer than her frame should allow.  Her legs
are capped with an ass that's solid, but by no means fat, owing mostly to
the fact that she has a broad set of hips.  Above the waist she's slim with
a slight hourglass figure and a bust on the small side of 34C.  Her hair is
straight and blonde and cut to about chin length.  She has full pouty lips
and a sculpted nose.  Her beauty is something I enjoy quite often thanks to
the sorts of tasks she has me perform.

   Wordlessly I follow her into her master bathroom and start the water
flowing in her shower/bath.

   "I'd like a shower this morning, Smith."

   "Yes ma'am" I reply and pull the knob that causes the shower to spray. I
take a few moments to set the water to Ms Roberts's liking then dry off my
hands and attend to her.  I position myself behind her and reach down to
her mid thigh where I grab the hem of her nightgown and lift up gently.  Ms
Roberts raises her arms as I do so and her nightgown is off in a moment. 
At this point Ms Roberts is naked save for a small pair of lacy bikini
panties.  She turns around and I kneel before her.  (I swear she turns
around just because she likes the idea of being me face to face with her
pussy.) I reach up to the sides of her waist and grasp the sides of her
panties.  I slowly draw them downward uncovering the neatly trimmed bush I
touched up for her just yesterday.  Her panties hit the floor and I pick
them up as well as her nightgown and drop them both off in the hamper. 
When I turn around Ms Roberts is stepping into the shower, so I remove my
shirt and join her.

   I grab the loofah from its designated hook and squeeze a sizeable dollop
of body wash onto it and work up a lather.  Then I put the loofah to Ms
Roberts's back and slowly start to scrub her.  After washing her back I
reach around her body and gently scrub her breasts and tummy.  I also give
her shoulders and arms a good cleansing.  Bringing the loofah back around
to her rear I scrub her slight bubble butt working the loofah into the
crack of her ass and across her anus.  I learned early on that Ms Roberts
takes hygene very seriously and wants every part of her body washed when it
is time.  After scrubbing her rear for a moment more I bring the loofah
back into the stream of water and thoroughly rinse it.  Then I apply
another dollop of body wash and kneel down behind Ms Roberts.

   I find this part of the routine to be my favorite.  I start to scrub her
legs with a decent amount of force doing my best to work off any dead skin
that may be there and as I do so I enjoy the sight of her ass mere inches
from my face.  I look her rear over closely and note that all seems to be
nice and clean right down to the pink pucker between her cheeks.  After I
work my way all the way down her calves to her feet I pick up each foot and
wash the soles individually.  Ms Roberts turns around after I finish the
second one and I scrub the tops of her feet.

   Her body nearly completely clean I stand up again, put the loofah back
on the hook and once again get behind Ms Roberts.  I grab her shampoo and
start to lather her hair for her.  I work my fingers down to her scalp
massaging her as I wash her hair.  I then grab the shower attachment she
had specially installed for this and start rinsing the shampoo out of her
hair before performing a similar routine with her conditioner.

   With her hair now complete Ms Roberts sits down on the stool positioned
near the bath faucet and spreads her thighs wide apart.  I kneel down in
between her legs and grab a second loofah reserved just for my next task. I
grab the bottle on the edge of the tub of soap specially designed for
vaginal cleansing and open the cap.  (I once had to buy this for her from a
specialty bath shop.  The stuff sells for $75 a pop!) I squeeze out a small
bit of it as this stuff packs quite a lot of power and I gently massage it
into her triangle of pubes.  After I work up a decent lather (causing the
whole shower to smell of strawberries and cream, Ms Roberts's scent of
choice) I then run the loofah over her pussy.  I scrub her labia with a lot
of vigor, something else Ms Roberts insists on.  After cleaning her labia I
gently spread her outer lips open and very carefully work the loofah over
her clit, inner lips and urethral opening.  (As I said, Ms Roberts takes
hygene EXTREMELY seriously.) Satisfied with my work I grab the hand shower
attachment and use it to rinse off Ms Roberts's pussy.

   Completely finished with her cleansing I turn the water off, grab the
large velour towel and begin drying off Ms Roberts's whole body.  Only
after she is dry do I grab the towel I brought in and dry myself off.  I
throw my shirt back on and join Ms Roberts back in her bedroom where she
tells me she'd like to wear her black Dolce & Gabbana skirt and a matching
top.  I step to it finding the clothing she wants and placing it on her bed
along with a set of lingerie that would go with it.

   I pick up the small lacy pair of black and white panties and hold them
open while kneeling in front of Ms Roberts.  She steps into them one foot
at a time and I pull them up her legs and into place, slipping my index
fingers into the elastic legs to smooth out any wrinkles.  Then Ms Roberts
once again turns around and I pick up the bra.  I hold it out in front of
her and she puts her arms through.  Then I pull the bra up and over her
breasts then secure the hooks in back.  After her bra is in place I reach
into each cup individually and position each breast optimally inside of its
cup.  Only after her breasts are suitably supported do I reach back to the
bed and grab the garter belt.  Sure, pantyhose are more practical, but Ms
Roberts prefers the feel of a garter belt around her waist so I go about
securing it there for her.  Ms Roberts then has a seat on her bed as I take
a leg at a time and work a black thigh high stocking up each one.  I secure
the stockings to the suspenders of the garter belt and then go back to get
her skirt.

   I hold her skirt open and Ms Roberts steps into it.  I pull it up to her
waist, zip it up and secure the button.  Then I grab a cream colored
cardigan and bring it over Ms Roberts's head.  She puts her arms through
the sleeves and I pull it down.  The final step is footwear and I ask Ms
Roberts what she wants to wear.  "Surprise me" comes her response.  After
picking through her extensive collection of heels I settle on a pair of
black pumps with a four inch heel.  I choose these because they make her
ass look positively delectable and with them on she's nearly as tall as me.
Looking one's boss straight in the eyes, rather than down to her, just
seems proper.

   With her attire all straightened out I ask Ms Roberts if she'd like a
ride into work or if she'll be driving herself.

   "I'll need my car today, so I shall drive myself.  Thank you for
offering." she tells me.  "I guess this means you're off till I'm finished
with work.  Do enjoy yourself, Smith."

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