I lay there between your legs. A shakeing pile of nerves. I can still taste you coating my throat. That sweet saltiness with a hint of metal. Like sucking a penny coated in butterscotch. It’s only you. You’ve turned down the egg to the lowest setting. My nerves are still so raw though that even that makes me shake violently.

Turning the egg off you lay my head on the couch and get up to leave the room. The cool fabric of the couch feels great on my heat soaked skin and I lay there not moving and awaiting your return. You’ve gone to the bathroom to get a towle. Makeing your way back to the livingroom, you help me up on the couch, my knees weak from the pleasure. “Master” I moan as you slide your fingers into my soaked pussy. The look on your face says you’ve decided to have a little fun, and without warning you plunge in and start to play gently with my g-spot while running your thumb in cercils on my clit. My back arches and you laugh at my eager reaction even though I can barely move.

“Ok my pet,” you say gentaly “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we. First out with the egg.” You stick your fingers in and I find it extreamly hard to sit still so you can get you fingers around it. I moan and writh with pleasure and you smile again as you feel my still trimbleing nerves shake again violently. The egg slides out after what seems like fifteen min, but was probubly only three.

Laying the egg asside you lean forward and kiss my clit again and smile at the moans I can no longer stiffle. Picking me up you cradle me, carring me to the bathroom. You sit me on the floor by the tub and again poor salts and oils into the tubs to help with my shakeing, soreness and weak legs. Filling the tub around half full with steaming water you slowly lower me in, and make sure I’m ok befor leaving the room for a moment. I rub my legs and feel the nerves objecting as I do so.

Once you leave the room I grab my razor and lotion and begin to shave myself. I rub in the oil baised lotion and shave till my entier lower half is completley hairless, finishing off with my underarms just as you walk back into the room. You walk back in with a small burbon glass of Orenge juice and I beam at you lovingly when I realize you’ve been paying attintion to my talks about body fluids. I accept the juice and drink eagerly, a little disapointed that it washes the tast of you from my mouth completly. But knowing the strong sweet, bitter fluid will give me the strankth I need to get out of the tub on my own. You let the water out and and I rinse the tub and me of hair befor starting to refill it.

This time you climb in behind me when your finished messuring out salt and oils. I lean back allowing my head to rest on your shoulder as I wrap your arms around me.You decided on resting them on my breast and begin to speak gently of a photo shoot and what you would have me look like. I smile at the idea of Crouching by a fier, with nothing but your collar on.