Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 25

butterfly

No one had given me a bath since I was around five-years-old. Back then, it was to get me clean; today, it was to get me ready. And I was ready for her in more ways than one. Sure, she had washed my hair and scrubbed my body, but that only left me more aroused.

Last night I'd had countless orgasms. It had to be close to a dozen, though it felt like a lot more. I'd lost count when they seemed to be right on top of each other. They all felt great, but as every woman knows, there are different kinds of orgasms. The one I'd just had in the bathtub was one of "those" orgasms. You know, the kind that made your toes curl and every muscle in your body contract and then relax until you felt like Jell-O. Yeah, that was how I felt as I made my way across the playroom to get into the waiting position.

As I knelt there, I wondered how much more I could take. I was still sore from last night, and while the orgasm I'd just had was wonderful, I didn't think I could take another night like that. I would never say mum, though.

I heard the door to the bathroom open and my Mistress' footsteps as she approached. Still, I waited.

In the silence of the room, I kept repeating, "knees apart, back straight, shoulders back and head down," over and over in my mind—a mantra.

Without my sight, I was relying on my sense of hearing and smell. I couldn't hear her, but I knew she was there—I could smell her. It was difficult to describe my Mistress' scent, other than that she smelled like sheets that just came in from hanging on the line, mixed with a bit of cinnamon and sex. Yes, sex. Those three things combined in the perfect amounts made up the scent of my Sir and it was intoxicating.

"Bored?" Her tone was light, almost as if she was toying with me. I was a lot of things—nervous, excited, sore—but bored sure wasn't one of them.

I shook my head, as she hadn't given me permission to speak.

"Good, because you will wait longer than this sometimes. I could make you wait here all day if I wanted. That would be my prerogative. You are here to serve me—to do as I wish."

I nodded again.

"What is your purpose? Speak, butterfly." "Mistress, butterfly's purpose is to serve you."

"Good girl. Yesterday you served me by giving me your body while I watched you come repeatedly. Today I got great pleasure from watching you squirm and then eventually come on my fingers in the tub." She paused for a moment. "Now I'd like to admire your body and use it as a canvas. I'd like to paint it with my come. Would you like to wear my come?"

I thought my heart was going to stop beating. She wanted to come on me?

I knew that some women would think it was gross, but I thought it was hot.

I didn't move a muscle, even when I heard the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.

"So beautiful," she said as I heard her walk in a tight circle around me. If I listened really closely, I could hear her hand sliding over her skin.

"You are such a good girl," she growled. I heard her movements get faster. I wanted so much to offer to help her, to blow her, to let her fuck me, to do anything other than sit there, but that was what she wanted. Hell, that was what she was getting off on.

"Look at those tits. They are so beautiful."

She was quiet for a while. All I could hear was her hand moving and an occasional grunt or groan. "Oh butterfly, get ready to become a masterpiece."