ABOUT THAT BATH...

By: Miss Tuffet



   Pouring a generous amount of freesia scented bath salts under the faucet
as the bath tub fills, and enjoying the wonderful aroma that rises with the
steam; leaning over the edge of the tub to test the water with my hand:
perfect.

   I have been looking forward to this for a while..  a slow, almost ritual
bath..  a special time with my master.  Looking at you and starting to
strip slowly, trying to do a seductress routine, showing you how slutty
I've learned to be, but my eyes can't seem to stay on you; I feel heat
rising to my cheeks and blush spreading over them, because I know that you
can see how my trembling fingers struggle with buttons and zippers.  Still,
I want this to be right, I want to please you; I want to make you happy and
proud..  and above all, I want to show you that my love for you has no
boundaries of shyness.  I am yours, I want to be yours.  Oh daddy, more
than anything I want to be yours.

   And I peel my clothes off of me, seemingly shrinking with each inch of
exposed skin (hot skin, need I say), tingling with anticipation of your
touch..  but content with a caress of your eyes.  Every time I do this for
you, it feels like I am showing you my naked flesh for the first time and
my breath gets terse and shallow with excitement.  Stripping off my bra and
my panties (a little bit faster than I intended), and running my hands over
the swell of my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly..  (blushing more,
eyes darting to your face), then touching my prettily trimmed mound,
brushing one finger over the magic button and looking at you again as
a shiver washes over my skin (god, what a slut I've become for you..)
Stepping into the tub, sucking my breath in (water a little bit hot) and
kneeling cautiously, getting accustomed to the warmth...  my hands are on
the edge of the tub and I am leaning forward slowly until my nipples touch
the foam, making thousands of tiny bubbles burst against my sensitive skin
and release more fragrance (muffled giggle); rising again and showing you
my breasts, now graced by pearly coronets (nipples oh so hard)..then
dipping into the warm water once more, deeper this time, wetting my entire
front and emerging covered in shiny bubbles that are popping as I rise (and
I can feel each and every one of the minuscule explosions)..  foam
disappearing rather quickly, leaving me with less and less protection, and
I slide into the wonderful, warm embrace of the bath.

   Turning on my back and getting comfortable, watching you roll up your
sleeves as you sit on the edge of the tub (gathering the leftover foam in
vain in silly attempt to cover the strategic places)..  watching you with
so much adoration (my daddy), so much love, so much passion, hunger, need,
sweetness, innocence..  everything.  I feel everything for you, daddy. 
Reaching for the sponge and the gel, making thick, fragrant lather, and
starting to bathe myself starting with my arms: raising one high and
washing it with the other, switching; next is my chest: running the sponge
over my breasts, rubbing it over my nipples (longer and harder than needed,
stealing glances at you); raising one leg and starting to wash it from my
foot (pointing my toes, wanting to look pretty for you, showing of the
length of my leg *s*) to my thigh...  pausing there to slip a finger inside
my pussy moaning softly, but continuing on to my other leg, washing it
meticulously and pointing my perfect, red toes again, as I rest my foot at
the edge of the tub and part my thighs..  wide.

   Creeping one hand between my legs and rubbing my clitty (softly,
gently), raising my hips slightly, instinctively so (watching you under my
eyelashes), and dipping one finger..  no, two..  into my pussy (daddy's
greedy little cunt)..  sliding them in and out, breath quickening with ever
rising excitement as I am being such a little slut right in front of you,
actually, for you and because of you (sweet master, I love you madly..)

   Lathering up my hands and sliding them across my wide spread inner
thighs, covering my pussy again, washing and rubbing, moving one hand lower
and playing at the entrance of my little tiny hole, testing, probing,
whimpering, slipping one slippery finger inside (soap is stinging..  daddy,
oh daddy), pulling out quickly and pressing my thighs together, eyes rising
to you...  soft, gentle, loving, feverish, wanting:

   Will you finish my bath, master?  Please?