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Bianca ignored the squeaking sound her clothing made as she very carefully bent over, depositing the perfectly folded fluffy towels onto the countertop. It was simply one of the realities of being dressed as she was; over time, it faded into the background.
Of course, it helped that her ears were muffled by the tight hood wrapping over her head.
Taking just as much care as she had bending over, she lifted herself back up until her back was straight, not even wobbling a little in her torturously high ballet heels. With a few clicks of the pointy heel-tips, and the tinkling of her shortly chained ankles, she hobbled over to stand at attention by the doorway to wait.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
She had no real awareness of time, measured only by the intake of warm breath through her nostrils, one of only two sets of open holes to the outside world she had. Above them, her eyes stared through the other pair, gazing longingly towards the closed door.
Just… waiting.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door swung open on well-oiled hinges, presenting the bedraggled form of her Mistress padding forwards while yawning heavily. Bianca bowed – again taking care not to so much as wobble in her tall heels – making the only gesture of welcome available to her, what with the dildo gag shoved deep into her mouth, then locked inside that shiny, featureless black hood.
Bending over lent her a view of her entire body, and its similar enclosure. From head to toe she was clad in a black latex bodysuit, sealed in by several straps, a thick collar, and various little dangling padlocks. Over the top of it she wore a faux-frilly maid’s apron and headband, the dashes of white the only splashes of non-black on her monochrome form. Every inch a shining example of her submission.
Mistress looked up at Bianca with a slightly dopey smile, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes as the rubbermaid approached in her tight-stepped way. The shorter woman – even without her achingly tall heels, Bianca was unfortunately cursed to be a tall girl – lifted her arms out to the side, allowing the sub to gently remove her nightgown and deposit it – not throwing or chucking, but gracefully dropping it – into the waiting laundry basket. Revealed there was the glory of her Mistress; bare and nude, slender and short, her perky breasts and diminutive length all exposed before Bianca’s worshipfully adoring gaze.
Yawning once again, her Mistress padded softly over to the waiting bathtub, steam rising gently from it alongside the faint floral scents Bianca had carefully measured out. She slid into the tub with a welcome groan, heat chasing away the October chill. Much slower, Bianca shuffled over to follow her, stretching out the short chain binding her legs together with each step.
When she reached the right position, she carefully stepped into the waiting catch for her shoes, and braced her hands against the rim of the tub. Carefully, slowly, she braced between the two positions and levered her legs down into a kneeling position upon the waiting pad, bringing her closer to her lounging Mistress ensconced in the sunken bath. There was much loud protesting from her taut outfit as she did so, but she persevered through it.
Thusly ensconced, she set about her tasks with fervour.
She unhooked the waiting showerhead, the pearlescent, gold-trimmed instrument elegantly fitting into her latex-gloved palm as she switched it on, a little artful spray shooting out into the water. She tested the temperature carefully before delicately applying it to her Mistress’ hair, tenderly stroking and carding through those long locks as she began to clean her. Her Mistress did nothing but close her eyes and lean her head back into Bianca’s tender touch with a pleased hum as she went about her duties. First she cleaned her flowing hair, then applied a floral shampoo that burst across her senses with the scent of orange and rose blossoms. She kneaded across her Mistress’ scalp, lathering up the suds with all the care and attention she could muster, treating each and every strand of flowing hair as if it was spun from purest gold with her delicacy.
Once the job was done, Bianca double-checked first, and then pulled out the showerhead again, gently rinsing out the suds bit by bit, paying extra attention to the nape of her neck and the overall length of her mane. Like shiny waves of metal, her Mistress’ hair flowed prettily in her slick black hands.
Once every ounce of soap had been carefully accounted for, she again squeezed out a helping of conditioner into her palm, and took to working it into her Mistress’ head. She took the opportunity to apply aspects of scalp massage as she did so, working a few small hums of contentment from her relaxing Mistress with a small mote of pride. She’d taught herself that one; a little addition to make her Mistress’ mornings that tiny step more pleasant.
Bianca loved to make Mistress feel good!
Finally, she was satisfied with the work on her Mistress’ head, so moved to gather the waiting soap in its little dish, and a freshly cleaned washcloth she’d set out earlier. Quickly, she lathered up, again her senses filled with the rich floral scents that were so distinctively Mistress that they created positive little feelings in her brain merely by wafting into her little nose holes.
Leaning over further this time, she gently began to wash Mistress’ body. Her hands dipped up and over and around, tenderly applying soap across her supple flesh. Suds squeezed through her black-clad fingers as she wiped and cleaned, gently soaping and washing that floral scent into place.
Her hands strayed only a little; a light caress here, a loving touch there, not imposing herself overmuch, and particularly being careful around Mistress’ shrunken cock and overly-sensitive breasts. Mistress had been going through another growth-spurt recently, and Bianca was almost jealous, were it not for the related painful moments. Under her tender touch, it was like Mistress melted bonelessly into her, not bothering to bite back a few soft moans under her ablutions. Bianca merely smiled around her distending gag, the action unseen under the tight hood.
She had to awkwardly shuffle around the side of the bathtub as she descended down her Mistress’ body; cleansing first her back and arms, then her torso, before stretching to touch her legs. She took her time, not rushing or leaving out any stretch of skin from her efforts.
Once she was finally satisfied with the cleanliness, she placed back down her implements and set to massaging her Mistress’ softened skin, working her way back up her soft form inch-by-inch. Gently she squeezed and caressed, cajoling whatever aches or knots of tension might exist to unwind. Again, her Mistress hummed pleasantly, remaining with her closed-eyed head thrown back with the occasional moan dropping from her full lips. She was goddess-like amidst the rippling light and rising steam, or perhaps a nymph from some renaissance painting. If beauty existed in the eye of the beholder, then Bianca’s adoring gaze was full to the brim with the exquisite art of the sublime.
She kept working her hands across supple skin, applying gentle pressure until her Mistress lazily waved a hand to cease.
At once, she withdrew and twisted around to lift the plug, setting it to dangle on the tap as the water began to swirl down the drain.
Her duties were not finished, however.
Again from the waiting rack, she withdrew shaving cream and a fresh razor, and set to her Mistress’ legs. She splayed her hands smoothly around sculpted thighs and down lissom calves to properly work in the cream, then returned with the blade. She re-plugged the bathtub with just a little water remaining, just enough to give her something to wash the razor in, then set to work. Peacefully, she drew wide lines down her Mistress’ legs, carefully rinsing in between strokes. She worked her way down one leg, then the other, leaving the skin soft and perfectly smooth to the touch without a single nick or cut in sight.
At last, it was time for her favourite bit. Not that she didn’t love the other parts of caring for her Mistress! Just that this was always her favourite part of the morning.
First, she carefully washed her hands and the razor, before putting the latter away. Then, she withdrew the final two objects from the shelf; a bottle of lube, and a small vibrator wand.
With an appraising eye, she smeared the first two fingers of her left glove with plentiful volumes of slick lube, getting thoroughly prepared for what was to come. Once satisfied, she nodded a little and added an extra dollop that she cupped a as she gently pushed her Mistress forwards with the other hand, ducking to reach under the curve of her rounded ass. There, she pressed in, smearing lube around her Mistress’ tender little rosebud; a hole she was most familiar with, in a great many different fashions.
Once prepared, she just carefully eased the tip of her middle finger inside up to the first knuckle, easily popping inside the warm, inviting hole. Stretching it around a little, she pressed forth to the next knuckle, then began to tease her index finger around carefully.
When she slipped the second fingertip inside, her Mistress finally openly moaned, the soft wavering tone like music to Bianca’s ears.
Emboldened, she pressed them both forward as a pair, questing for that familiar little nub of flesh that-
Mistress moaned again, louder than before as Bianca bumped up against her prostate. There, she paused, finally moving her other hand into position with the vibrator wand, reaching forth until she could press it against Mistress’ girlcock.
With the flick of a switch, a loud rumbling filled the air as it buzzed powerfully within her grasp, almost drowning out the softly cute mewling noise that dropped from Mistress’ lips. Tenderly, Bianca put herself to work; from the back, firmly massaging her fingers against that familiar bulb, while in front she slowly worked the thunderous toy over Mistress’ limp cock. Quickly, her actions were rewarded with a few drops of mostly clear fluid and a little twitching from that cute girldick, but it remained soft as usual. What estrogen had granted in other areas, had taken from her Mistress in this one regard; not that she seemed to mind overmuch an inability to become erect – she was more than creative enough to not need something so simple to bring Bianca to heights of unbidden pleasure!
It wasn’t like she could speak much after all; her own girlcock was unable to rise either – though that perhaps had something to do with the flat metal chastity cage that smoothed down her crotch for the latex bodysuit’s taut curvature.
Her fingers pumped and twisted in just the right way she’d carefully learnt brought her Mistress the most pleasure, angling the wand up and down her slender shaft over and over. She writhed under Bianca's touch, a strange kind of reversal from what their positions normally reflected.
To Bianca, it was the ultimate sign of trust; that her Mistress allowed this little bit of vulnerability before her. It was what made her heart swell and love this act so much of any part of the morning routine.
Well, that and getting to bring her Mistress to orgasmic pleasure.
It was perhaps the softest, most beautiful part of their relationship, these little moments where Bianca held her in her grasp as she slowly came undone. Had she the skill, Bianca would paint it in indulgent oils, but alas she was hopeless with a paintbrush. Her fingers were better suited to other purposes, like firmly milking that hard nub while the wand glided sensually around that trembling length.
Finally, her Mistress’ lips parted with a high pitched keen of orgasm, hips bucking a little as she came. Small dribbles of almost perfectly clear girlcum spurted out of her cock as she spasmed, and Bianca wished she could lick it up instead of letting it fall into the tub. That wasn't her role currently, though, so she merely kept to tenderly working her Mistress over as she hit her peak and slowly came down with a contented sigh. Only then did she withdraw the wand and set it aside, thoroughly washing her other glove before picking up the showerhead again.
Finally, she turned the water on her Mistress for the last time. Worshipfully, she carefully worked through the conditioner in her hair, washed away any remaining soap on her body, and swept that little trickle of cum down the drain. Every act was rehearsed and well-practiced, but nonetheless devoted and sacrosanct in the moment.
When she was done cleaning off Mistress’ beautiful form, she carefully placed her hands on the tub and used that little ledge to lever herself back into an upright position. It was always much harder going up than down, having to re-find that centre of balance as she stood to en-pointe in this restrictive getup. She managed it, though, wobbling only a little as blood began to flow to her extremities once more.
Once again, she made that hobbled click-clack across the bathroom tiles until she reached the thick, fluffy towel she'd set out what felt like hours before. She unfurled it with a flourish, presenting it towards her Mistress as she gracefully climbed out of the bathtub. Delicately, she wrapped it around slender shoulders, brushing down and over her arms, her back, her front, and finally her legs. The fluffy embrace was buttery smooth as it slid over slick skin, gliding across her Mistress like the goddess she was.
The towel joined the nightgown in the laundry hamper for Bianca to wash later as she unhooked the oversized pink dressing gown from its hanger. Mistress held out her arms as she carefully dressed her in the soft garment, settling it down and closed before finally cinching it closed with deft fingers. It draped nearly to the floor as her Mistress snuggled into it happily.
At last, she straightened up with hands folded over her apron, task complete.
“Good Girl,” Mistress finally murmured in her first words that day. Bianca mentally preened under the praise, butterflies flapping in her stomach as she gazed at her Mistress adoringly. She was distracted enough that she almost didn’t notice the little smirk at the corner of Mistress’ mouth, but she certainly did see as a black remote was withdrawn from a fluffy pocket.
She barely had time for her eyes to widen before the switch was exaggeratedly flicked.
At once a muffled moan echoed from gagged lips as the formerly silent toy in her ass launched into life; not just vibrating, but thrusting and pushing against her prostate firmly like the deluxe toy it was. All through her tasks it had been a constant little reminder of her position, occasionally butting around inside her and adding a slickness of arousal to her sealed-over crotch. Now, though, it actively went to work at maximum settings, milking her thoroughly as her little girldick strained futilely against its flattened cage, only able to leak milky pre.
Her legs trembled as she fought to maintain balance under the pleasurable assault, sparks flying before her eyes as she fought the urge to succumb against composing herself in front of her Mistress.
Said Mistress was watching her with a pleased expression, that little dominant twinkle of satisfaction flashing through her eyes.
“Come along,” she called as she turned to leave, padding out of the bathroom near-silently.
Far less quietly, Bianca slowly followed; hobbling forward in a wobbling gait as her heels click-clacked, her bodysuit squeaked, her chains rattled, and that powerful little prostate massager buzzed away inside her furiously.
Bianca loved mornings.