Thank Goodness for Bathtime
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This is my imagining of a future with my partner and my pet...
I have never been more ready for the weekend as I stumble through the door absolutely exhausted. Work this week was incredibly strenuous and I cannot wait to relax. I hear the jingle of your tags against your collar as you bound across the house to greet me. “Welcome home, Missy,” you smile up at me. I can see the excitement in your eyes and the furious wagging of your tail and know that you would like nothing more than to jump up and shower me with affection; but like the good boy you are, you sit nicely and wait for me to acknowledge you. The weight of the week begins to fade away as I look into your eyes, so full of devotion to me.
I reach down and give your face a gentle caress. “Hello, my pet. I’ve had a long week. Missy needs her bathtime.”
“Yes, Missy,” you say as you bound off. I watch you go with a smile as I set my purse and coat on the rack.
While I wait for you, I find Sir relaxing in the study with a book and a glass of whiskey. I climb into his lap and nuzzle against his face. We talk about our day and our plans for the weekend, and then he goes back to reading his book, petting me absentmindedly as he turns the pages.
I hear the jingling of your collar again before you burst enthusiastically into the room to let me know that my bath is ready for me. Sir gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before releasing me. You walk happily at my side as we make our way to the bathroom.
I can hear to soft lulls of my relaxation playlist as we get closer to the bathroom. It took much training and punishment for mistakes, but you finally know how to prepare my bath perfectly without any prompting. I still however always give it an inspection, to ensure you stay on your toes. We step inside the bathroom and I go through my mental checklist as you undress me. The lighting is soft, just how I like it during my bath; two small lavender candles are lit on the counter; a glass of wine is in on a small stand next to the bath; the bath is drawn with a blend of herbs, milk, and honey; and my robe is hung up with my slippers placed below. Once undressed, I take the thermometer and measure the temperature of the water. It is at exactly 112 degrees, the perfect bath temperature. Had it been even a degree off, it would have meant punishment for you.
Satisfied that everything is to my liking, I climb into to tub and let me body sink into the bath water. I lay back and close my eyes and you gently wipe the makeup from my face. Once my face is clean, you then apply a facial to my face and neck. You then sit by the sit of the tub at attention.
Time passes as I relax in the water, slowly sipping my wine. All the while you wait patiently. I then give you the signal that means you are to scrub my feet. Once you are done, you drain the water and pull down the shower curtain so that I can rinse off. While I wash my hair and body, you go to pull my towel from the dryer.
I push back the shower curtain and you are there to dry my body with my warm towel and help me into my robe and slippers. We then make our way to the bedroom, where you have more candles lit. You remove my robe and I lay across the bed for you to massage my body with lotion.
Once done, you start to grab my pajamas to dress me again, but I tell you to hold off on that. You’d been a very good boy, and you deserved a treat. I have you lay on the bed on your back and tie your wrists to the bed posts. “Would my good boy like a treat?” I ask playfully. You whine softly. I stand over you and trace my fingers across your body, feeling you tremble with pleasure at my touch. Your cock presses against the cage it’s confined as you get increasingly aroused by my touch. “Do I get to cum today, Missy?” you ask, I can hear the desperation in your voice.
“Not today, my pet.” I smile wickedly. “I have something else in mind for today.” I climb on top of you with your head between my legs. “Are you ready for your treat, my pet?” I ask as I spread my pussy with my finger tips. Your mouth waters at the sight of me. I smile as I listen to your soft moans and watch as you battle through the confliction of your arousal and the confinement of your chastity cage.
“Yes, my Goddess.” As soon as the words leave your lips, lower myself onto you. You hungrily explore my pussy with your tongue, making me shiver with pleasure. I hold onto the headboard to keep steady as you devour me. Time fades away as we are swept up in ecstasy. I am overcome with pleasure and you are relish in knowing that you are the source of my satisfaction. For you there is no greater reward than pleasing me, and the thought of that alone fills me with such intense gratification.
I let you continue until my legs quiver from the force of my orgasm. “Such a good boy,” I say, catching my breath. You lick your lips ravenously in an attempt to not waste a single drop of me. I use the towel to gently wipe the rest of your face and then untie you from the bed to allow you to continue with dressing me.
Once I am dressed, you follow me to the living room. I sit on the couch and you wait for my signal that you can come and lay on my lap. I pet you and run my fingers through your hair as I flip through for something to watch on the TV. Sir comes and sits on my other side and wraps his arm around me while you nuzzle against me, looking up at me again with those eyes so full of devotion. Nestled between my Sir and my pet, the two most important people to me, I can’t imagine anything better.
I have never been more ready for the weekend as I stumble through the door absolutely exhausted. Work this week was incredibly strenuous and I cannot wait to relax. I hear the jingle of your tags against your collar as you bound across the house to greet me. “Welcome home, Missy,” you smile up at me. I can see the excitement in your eyes and the furious wagging of your tail and know that you would like nothing more than to jump up and shower me with affection; but like the good boy you are, you sit nicely and wait for me to acknowledge you. The weight of the week begins to fade away as I look into your eyes, so full of devotion to me.
I reach down and give your face a gentle caress. “Hello, my pet. I’ve had a long week. Missy needs her bathtime.”
“Yes, Missy,” you say as you bound off. I watch you go with a smile as I set my purse and coat on the rack.
While I wait for you, I find Sir relaxing in the study with a book and a glass of whiskey. I climb into his lap and nuzzle against his face. We talk about our day and our plans for the weekend, and then he goes back to reading his book, petting me absentmindedly as he turns the pages.
I hear the jingling of your collar again before you burst enthusiastically into the room to let me know that my bath is ready for me. Sir gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before releasing me. You walk happily at my side as we make our way to the bathroom.
I can hear to soft lulls of my relaxation playlist as we get closer to the bathroom. It took much training and punishment for mistakes, but you finally know how to prepare my bath perfectly without any prompting. I still however always give it an inspection, to ensure you stay on your toes. We step inside the bathroom and I go through my mental checklist as you undress me. The lighting is soft, just how I like it during my bath; two small lavender candles are lit on the counter; a glass of wine is in on a small stand next to the bath; the bath is drawn with a blend of herbs, milk, and honey; and my robe is hung up with my slippers placed below. Once undressed, I take the thermometer and measure the temperature of the water. It is at exactly 112 degrees, the perfect bath temperature. Had it been even a degree off, it would have meant punishment for you.
Satisfied that everything is to my liking, I climb into to tub and let me body sink into the bath water. I lay back and close my eyes and you gently wipe the makeup from my face. Once my face is clean, you then apply a facial to my face and neck. You then sit by the sit of the tub at attention.
Time passes as I relax in the water, slowly sipping my wine. All the while you wait patiently. I then give you the signal that means you are to scrub my feet. Once you are done, you drain the water and pull down the shower curtain so that I can rinse off. While I wash my hair and body, you go to pull my towel from the dryer.
I push back the shower curtain and you are there to dry my body with my warm towel and help me into my robe and slippers. We then make our way to the bedroom, where you have more candles lit. You remove my robe and I lay across the bed for you to massage my body with lotion.
Once done, you start to grab my pajamas to dress me again, but I tell you to hold off on that. You’d been a very good boy, and you deserved a treat. I have you lay on the bed on your back and tie your wrists to the bed posts. “Would my good boy like a treat?” I ask playfully. You whine softly. I stand over you and trace my fingers across your body, feeling you tremble with pleasure at my touch. Your cock presses against the cage it’s confined as you get increasingly aroused by my touch. “Do I get to cum today, Missy?” you ask, I can hear the desperation in your voice.
“Not today, my pet.” I smile wickedly. “I have something else in mind for today.” I climb on top of you with your head between my legs. “Are you ready for your treat, my pet?” I ask as I spread my pussy with my finger tips. Your mouth waters at the sight of me. I smile as I listen to your soft moans and watch as you battle through the confliction of your arousal and the confinement of your chastity cage.
“Yes, my Goddess.” As soon as the words leave your lips, lower myself onto you. You hungrily explore my pussy with your tongue, making me shiver with pleasure. I hold onto the headboard to keep steady as you devour me. Time fades away as we are swept up in ecstasy. I am overcome with pleasure and you are relish in knowing that you are the source of my satisfaction. For you there is no greater reward than pleasing me, and the thought of that alone fills me with such intense gratification.
I let you continue until my legs quiver from the force of my orgasm. “Such a good boy,” I say, catching my breath. You lick your lips ravenously in an attempt to not waste a single drop of me. I use the towel to gently wipe the rest of your face and then untie you from the bed to allow you to continue with dressing me.
Once I am dressed, you follow me to the living room. I sit on the couch and you wait for my signal that you can come and lay on my lap. I pet you and run my fingers through your hair as I flip through for something to watch on the TV. Sir comes and sits on my other side and wraps his arm around me while you nuzzle against me, looking up at me again with those eyes so full of devotion. Nestled between my Sir and my pet, the two most important people to me, I can’t imagine anything better.
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