The next morning, she awoke to bird’s song and the sun streaming in through the window. As she stretched under the heavy comforter, she was reminded that she had slept nude. Normally this wasn’t a big deal, but she would insist on panties at least. Now she smiled to herself at the thought of her sleeping totally nude, taking comfort in knowing He liked it that way. She was going to enjoy pleasing Him.

She got out of bed, and stretched some more, then padded across the sun-warmed carpet to her bathroom. She began preparing herself for Him with a shower, making sure to scrub everywhere well. She found all she needed to shave her legs and armpits and took care of them carefully, making sure not to cut herself or miss anywhere.

She found all the best shampoos also, and washed her hair twice. When she noticed the conditioner on the shelf, she thought of her pubic hair and His instructions to shave it off. She dutifully lathered up her hair and, while letting it do its work, she lather her pubic area, massaging it in. She found herself more than just sexually excited, she felt almost giddy, and yet nervous. She wasn’t sure what to expect today, this being the first day of her training, but she was looking forward to it. She stood there in the shower, just out of the spray thinking about her life before this.

She had always gotten the attention of men, but never seemed to keep the right kind. Either they were married or expected her to put out right away or only wanted her for sex. She could remember falling for almost everyone of them, and falling hard. She wanted to believe they loved her for her not her body, she wanted to believe they wanted to stay just to be with her. None had.

She remembered one in particular, she always would. Peter had been different. She met him through a friend. He swept her off her feet, not that it wasn’t hard, for she craved the attention. He treated her like a queen, when he could get away from work. He was loving, romantic, passionate and sensitive. Then, after they had begun having sex, his visits got further and further apart. She thought it was her, that she wasn’t pleasing him. She tried to do better, it didn’t seem to matter. She decided to surprise him, by bringing lunch to his work. He froze when he saw her through his open office door. As she entered his office, her smile faded. He acted like he didn’t know her. Then as he pushed the door back open to escort her out, she saw it. A wedding band on his finger. She couldn’t hold it in and the tears started to fall. She stopped in the middle of the open door and looked at him as her world and her heart began to break apart. She could read it on his face, anger, embarrassment. The picture on the wall behind him confirmed it. Him and obviously his wife, sitting in autumn leaves with a big Irish Setter. She left. Never went back.

Getting back home, she took the bottle of wine out of the picnic basket and got herself drunk. Between crying and drinking on the kitchen floor, she made herself promise not to put herself through this again. And she hadn’t. She decided there wasn’t anyone for her and went 10 months without seeing anyone.

The shower was getting cold. It brought her back from her daydream. She adjusted the temp so the water warmed back up and rinsed her hair, careful not to let the water wash away the conditioner below.

Placing her foot on the tub edge she used the razor to shave off the last of her hair. She usually kept herself trimmed neatly down there anyway so it didn’t take much. She wanted to make sure she was totally hairless though and ran the cold razor all over her sex.

Shutting off the shower, she wondered just what He had in store for her today. She toweled herself dry and hand dried her hair, combing it back into place the way it was when He commented that He liked it.

Stepping out of the bathroom, still nude, she noticed a food tray had been left for her. Its legs were shorter than the average TV tray and it was sitting on the floor. She knew that meant she was, also, supposed to sit on the floor. That suited her, she could sit in the morning sun while she ate, and look out over His large backyard.

Several weeping willows swayed gently in the morning breeze and she could see several flower beds of all colors flanking a stone path that led to a gazebo. She felt very much at peace as she finished her light breakfast of fruit and croissants. The sun warmed her and helped dry her hair. Just as she was finishing, she heard footsteps approaching.

She immediately stopped eating and lowered her head.

The first thing He saw entering the bedroom was her naked form, on her knees on the floor, her feet under her. He could see the pink soles of her feet under her butt and her full naked back. He could see her hair was just drying and would smell wonderful.

“Ahh, Poppy, good to see you up. You have showered?” He asked in his slow, calm voice.

She nodded once.

“You remember your instructions from yesterday?” asking as He sat on the bed.

In response, she stood, hesitantly faced Him, and dropped her hands to her side.