“Ritual” (slow burn 🔥)

[pi****]

Part 1

The little jingle Jangle of bells softly pulled me and out my little pocket universe. ***ring out of the window over the top of my book, I noticed night had come much more quickly tonight. The golden hour had almost ended, and the rest of my duties for the day had gone completely neglected.

Again the little bells, Your text was clear and concise...

“Draw a bath Den, "

"Den”, was the formal nickname you had given me when the agreement was first reached that I would be moving in here. Why not Denevia? Or some other cute pet name at least. I guessed the obvious answer was, that I was not to be a pet here, though I often played the part for your amusement.

Jingle Jingle, the neon colors on the back of my phone lit up almost the entire room,

“No time for getting lost in thought.
You've had all day in your world...
Run the bath water please...
in your room tonight"

So you did notice, I sank deeper into the giant flower shaped cushions of my bed. Would there be punishment this time? You were lenient with me most days, as you often asserted how important it was that I continue my education. Not that the smut I'd been engrossed in this afternoon would count as "higher learning”. I began to prepare my excuses.

"What higher education is there than reading?… "

"…Really the subject matter is much less important than the act of reading itself, and I had to look up the definition for 3 different words!"

I shook my head in frustration, knowing that, this being the third time this week, the chances of that working were almost zero. So, as I quickly slid off my pink velvet flower and hurried towards the bathroom, I understood I should be quick.

Running my hand under the warm water as the tub filled up with bubbles, sent a small chill up my arm. Turning to look over my shoulder at the door, I rehearsed the correct procedure for your baths again in my mind. Somewhat thrown off by layout of my bathroom. I realized you had never requested your bath be drawn in my room before and your bathing rituals were meticulous to say the least. During my short time here I had learned that quickly. On weekday mornings we showered seperately. Every evening I would be called to bathe you. On weekends, you preferred to bathe me yourself. You always began with a warm bubble bath. You would wash and condition my hair gently. Like you were caring for a prized toy. You inspected every inch of me and would shave me carefully if the hair around my pussy had grown out too for much for your liking. My weekend baths were always given in my bathroom. And they always ended in play. You’d always tease my nipples as you washed me. Kiss me and, make me spread my legs for you while you explore my pussy lips with your fingertips. When I was first taught how I’d be expected to bathe you however, your instructions were precise. I would wash every inch of your body. And although it was not a requirement for every bath, you always ask me to rub your cock with soapy hands until you were ready for me to begin sucking. I had grown to love the taste of you. The salt and sweet taste of your precum was all I desired in those moments. My tongue wrapped around your cock, slurping as if I had never tasted anything so good.

As I sat on the edge of the tub now, long dark hair swept to the side over one shoulder, steam pouring out of the tub and filling the bathroom, and an unbearable anticipation growing between my legs, I began to wonder, why my room tonight? My tub was large and round with soothing jets for bubbles. You would fit even at your height. But so was yours, Thursday baths always happened there. I told myself that maybe you just wanted a change of setting? While both our bathrooms were clean and modern, mine was distinctly more lush than yours. You had encouraged me to make it my own when l moved in, and I had opted to fill it with plants and vines that hung down along the walls. The pastel color of the rugs and towels made me feel relaxed and soft. Every practical item down to my toothbrush holder in some kind of floral theme. Maybe you wanted to be bathed by a fairy princess tonight, and imagine yourself crowned a king inside the veil. The thing that was abundantly clear though, was that I was here to provide an experience.