Working Day

A half hour later she sat, clean and wrapped in a large, mauve bath sheet, on the bed. Her make-up bag beside her and I told her that I was off to bathe. "Ok, Baby." She smiled at me. So much love and lust and caring. I couldn't imagine how I could have been so lucky.

In a short time I had shaved, face and legs, pubes and armpits. Hairs were kept to a minimum but I made sure that they were as non-existent as possible. I stood on the bath mat and wondered for a short while. Wondered how she would let me look...just like a girl or like a man in drag? Probably the former; she wanted not to humiliate but to accept the subservience and relish the pretty creature that I knew she sometimes needed. I knew that I would try so hard to be elegant, sexy and eager. I needed to show her just how good her baby girl could be. Dried but with no deodorant or body spray I took myself into her, towel around my body.

As I entered the room she looked at me disapprovingly. "Baby," she said, "young ladies do not go around with towels around their waists - they fasten them around their boobs." She herself often walked around with a towel around her waist and was dressed that way at the moment. Her boobs and ever-wanton nipples always excited me. But this time she needed to build the situation paying attention to detail. I apologised and rearranged the towel. Her eyes, sparkling, lashes heavy with mascara and with a dark eyeshadow that made them stand out, looked at me. She patted the bed.

"Time for your face." She said. I sat down in front of her as she faced away from the window. I was eager to see her reaction as she applied cosmetics to my face. We had often talked of make up but had not got to this point before. We always decided that we needed more time and for things to be unrushed. But also the trouble was that just the sight of me naked, in her knickers or even a pair of jeans sent her pulse racing and, as I said before, I was always hot just by talking to her.