Chapter 6: Cleansed
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"Wake up, Baby K!"
I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and sat up from a deep sleep. Daddy was standing by the door.
"Get up, get dressed, and come down to serve me breakfast. You’re back on maid duty. Baaba is already in the kitchen cooking."
"I’m sorry, Daddy, I don’t have any way of setting an alarm. Thank you, Daddy."
I rushed around, had a quick wash, brushed my teeth, and opened the parcels with my uniform of the day. Another maid’s costume, but not exactly the same, as the panties were silky white. I looked in the mirror, saw myself as a servant, collared as a sub, and then tidied my costume before leaving the haven of my room.
Quickly, I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. There were no cuffs and chains, and I revelled in my freedom. But for how long? Baaba was there, standing over the stove in his maid’s outfit. I noticed his collar was chained, which was a disappointment. I felt my freedom would be short-lived.
"Go and set the table. When you’re done, call Daddy in from the drawing room. Mummy has not come down yet."
In a few minutes, the table was set, and Baaba was ready to deliver the fare. I went to the drawing room.
"Daddy, breakfast is set."
He smiled at me, picked up a house phone, and pressed a button. I heard Mummy’s voice answer before Daddy told her breakfast was ready.
I followed Daddy back to the dining room; he had hardly sat down when Mummy appeared. Oh, she looked gorgeous in a full-length peach gown; it looked so soft and silky, and despite her age, she looked glamorous and very sexy. I had never desired a woman before, but she set my pulse racing, and a little thrill raced through my clit.
As they ate their meal, I grabbed a morsel here, a slice there, and somehow managed to quaff a mug of coffee. Finally, Mummy pronounced she had finished, stood up, pushed her chair under the table, and turned to me.
"Baby, come with me."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
We went upstairs and entered one of the rooms by the gallery. I found myself in a large, luxurious bathroom with a free-standing tub in the centre.
"I need a bath, Baby. You are to tend to my needs. Strip off everything except your panties, put your stuff on that shelf," she pointed across the room to one corner, "and then put on the t-shirt you can see there."
Then she came to me and gently removed my collar, chains, and cuffs before placing the ensemble to one side.
"They are not needed for a while."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
I went to the corner and changed as ordered.
"Now run my bath to thirty-eight degrees exactly. There’s a floating thermometer by the tap."
"Yes, Mummy. Thank you, Mummy."
I stood by the bath, swirling the water and constantly testing the temperature. Once I felt it was ready, I turned around to face Mummy. While I had been attending to the job, she had stripped naked.
For the first time, I set eyes on the naked body of an older woman. She was beautiful. Her breasts hung down further than mine but were still full and firm. Her nipples stood out like two brown beacons; her dimpled aurelia, slightly paler, looked sensual and much nicer than mine. And below, her two shapely legs were joined at the top by a naked mons that jutted out from her body like a ship’s figurehead.
I was awestruck and stood there staring in pure lust and love.
Mummy ignored me completely, brushed past me, and climbed into the welcoming waters.
"Baby, I want you to bathe me. There’s a sponge over there," she pointed, "and soap."
Now I understood why I had changed my costume, so I rolled the t-shirt up under my boobs, hoping this would help to keep it dry, and if I was careful, my panties would not get soaked either. Some hope!
I found the sponge, dipped it in the warm water, and lathered the bar of soap. I gently laid it on her chest and squeezed, watching the soapy bubbles run down over her breast and nipple. My hand followed the trail down over her tummy until the sponge was resting on her mound, and then I pushed down, under the water, between her legs, soaping her pussy clean.
Then I did the same for the other side. Wetted, lathered, chest, breast, nipple, tummy, mons, pussy. My heart rate was through the roof; this was so erotic, so personal, and very private. I felt privileged to be allowed such intimacy with Mummy.
I held her hand, lifted one arm, ran the sponge up the whole length to her wrist, and squeezed it so the water ran back down into her armpit. Then I lowered her hand, took hold of her other one, lifted her arm, and did the same sensual cleansing motions.
Her neck was next. I gently washed around it, then carefully brushed the sponge over her face, making sure I did not soap her eyes.
She was fully relaxed, and I was gentle as a lamb. Mummy was so, so precious to me.
She leant forward, her breasts compressed against her knees.
"Do my back, please, Baby."
I rubbed up and down her spine, admiring the knuckles of bone stretching her flesh while thinking that was the first time she had said "please" to me.
"Go down and do my crack, Baby."
I shifted the sponge further down, under the water, where her back became divided in two. I rubbed up and down, enjoying this most intimate moment.
"Use your fingers, not the sponge."
I let it bobble up and float on the surface, then soaped my fingers and ran them down her crack. As I went deeper, I felt her puckered hole and let them drift around in a circle, gently massaging the wrinkled, sensitive flesh.
"Put your fingers inside me, Baby. I want you to fuck my arse."
I was shocked by her language; it seemed out of place with the gentle, loving care I had been giving her. But I was her sub; obedience was essential, so I inserted one finger in and let it dance around inside. She groaned in pleasure, so I pushed in a second and started to shaft her vigorously.
"That’s beautiful, Baby, absolutely beautiful."
She threw her head back, luxuriating in the pleasure I was giving her. I looked at her face, eyes screwed shut, mouth slightly agape, breathing heavily. Suddenly she shuddered and dropped back into the bath, pulling my fingers out.
"Anal orgasm, Baby. Now, that’s something special for a woman."
She reached out and took my hand. We sat there for several minutes, extending our intimacy, until she stood and gestured for a towel. I took one from the heated rail and handed it over. Mummy stepped out on the opposite side, rubbing her body dry before donning her gown again.