I wasn't about to say no. Not with the look she had in her eye.
She began to walk, so I began to follow. I didn't know where we were going, but I felt like a dog being led by his leash. I just followed. With her hand grasping my wrist, she was half leading, half dragging me down the sidewalk, and as we came to her apartment building, she took the corner like Richard Petty speeding down the Daytona 500 Speedway.
Although being with her was exciting, the fear of the unknown was a bit unsettling. Here she was, beautiful and beguiling, but also angry with men as a species. My fate lay in the hands of her common sense kicking in. If not, you would hear about me on the 6:00 news.
She let go of my wrist long enough to fish her keys out of her handbag, and as soon as the door was open, she pulled me inside. An orange colored Tabby came out from behind the sofa to greet his mistress, but when it saw me, it hissed and ran the other direction.
"Don't mind Clarence,” she told me, “he's a bit of a ‘fraidy cat around strangers."
I was beginning to think that Clarence was the smartest one here. Claudia turned to me and looked me dead in the eye.
"I'm tired of being treated like a door mat by men,” she declared. “From now on, I'm going to be the one in charge."
I swallowed a lump the size of Utah and gave her my undivided attention. I suddenly felt like a deer in the headlights; caught with nowhere to run.
"Do you know what you're going to do for me?” she asked.
It was more a statement than a question, so I shook my head, waiting for the answer.
"You're going to be my boy slave tonight,” she stated. “You're going to draw me a bubble bath, and gave me a massage, and paint my nails, and whatever else I want you to do. You're going to pamper me."
I smiled. That sounded like Heaven to me.
"And,” she continued, “I'm going to do whatever I feel like to you."
My smile disappeared and I tried not to appear nervous.
"Go start my bath,” she ordered. “Second door down the hall on the left, the bubble bath powder is in the cabinet under the sink."
"Yes ma'am,” I responded quickly and then made my exit from the room.
As the tub began filling up with lilac scented lather, she came in with a bottle of wine and two glasses, then handed the bottle to me to open.
"It's going to be a long night,” she told me, “and I thought you might like a drink."
I opened the bubbly and poured us each a glass, thankful to finally have something to coat my dry throat.
She began to undress for her bath, right before my eyes, and I felt my heart leaping in my chest. She was beautiful, proportioned like a model, with long, firm legs and high, perky breasts. As she lowered herself into the water, she looked over at the vanity.
"Go get that hairbrush and clip and put my hair up so that it doesn't get wet,” she said.
"Yes ma'am."
As I picked up the brush, she held up her hand.
"Stop."
I stopped.
"Now put the hairbrush in your mouth like you are a dog carrying a bone, and get on your hands and knees and crawl to me."
"Yes ma'am."
I put the hairbrush handle in my mouth, got down on the hands and knees, and crawled over the tile floor to her. She smiled.
"Good boy. Now, put my hair up in the clip so it doesn't get wet."
"Yes ma'am."
I had never brushed a woman's hair before, but I quickly found out what I had been missing. The texture of her locks was almost as pure as silk, and it slipped through my fingers as easily as the wine slid down my throat. She purred as I stroked the brush through her hair, and then I put the clip in it to hold it up and in place.
"May I bathe you, ma'am?"
She looked up and smiled.
"Yes, you may."
Taking the loofa from the corner of the tub, I dipped it in the soapy water and began washing her back. She had an exquisite neckline, with a long lean torso and delicate muscles holding her frame. She hugged her knees to her chest and bent her head down so that I could move the sponge all the way from the back of her neck down and then into the water to the bottom of her spine.
Uncoiling, she sat up straight and faced me.
"Now my breasts,” she told me.
Once again, I put the loofa in the water, but she stopped me before I could put it to her chest.
"Clean them with your mouth,” she ordered.
"Ex … excuse me?” I stammered.
"You heard me. Use your mouth."
I raised up my knees to get closer to her.
"Yes ma'am."
With that, I began licking and sucking her magnificent breasts clean, although they weren't, by any means, dirty. The lilac perfume from the bubble bath lather plus the womanly scent of her body reached my nostrils, and it made me almost lightheaded. Her rose colored nipples hardened as my tongue bathed over them, but she made no sound as to how it felt. I wanted to use my hands … to caress her lovely mounds … but I did exactly what she told me and just used my mouth. I hoped that she would be pleased with her boy slave.
She pulled away from me and finished washing the rest of her body, then stood up in the tub, waiting to be dried off. I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped her in it so that she didn't get cold.
"Thank you, Steven,” she said softly, “now I'll wait on the bed for my massage. There is some lotion in the cabinet under the sink."
"Yes ma'am."
I sighed, happy that she appeared to be satisfied with what I had done so far, and retrieved the lotion.
She was, as she had said she would be, lying on the bed on her tummy and waiting for me. The towel was on the floor.