The Bath

 

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The Bath

By Arealius of Port Olni

The kajira climbed out of the tub, wrapping her Mistress in a huge towel. Her Mistress smiled, "And now I look like an ubara!"

The kajira chuckled. "May my Mistress step out of the towel so we can get you dry and dressed?"

Her Mistress stood, water dripping from her beautiful body as the kajira dried her off. "I rather like the look! It would make for fewer worries about my hair if I keep this on."

The kajira rubbed her Mistress dry with gentle hands, from top to bottom. Her Mistress shifted, allowing the kajira to reach all of her skin, now glowing from the warm water and towel friction.

"Does my the Mistress want to wear the same dress, or should I find another?" the kajira asked.

"The same one will do. It's warm and one of my favorites," her Mistress replied.

The kajira helped her Mistress into the dress. The kajira quickly put on her own short servant dress and tugged the hem down, smiling. "My Master likes this one since it barely covers my butt."

The kajira's eyes darted her hem, hoping Her the Mistress would notice. As she kneeled put her Mistress's boots on, she whispered, "You can use my shoulder for support, My the Mistress."

Her Mistress placed her hand on the kajira's shoulder. "Thank you! I would hate to fall back in the tub!"

The kajira finished with the boots, cleaning a smudge from the toe. "My Mistress is now clean, dressed, and ready for her day."

Her Mistress smiled warmly. "And what a wonderful start to the day it was!"

The kajira beamed with pride, happy to have pleased Her Mistress.

The kajira stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Is there anything else I can do for you, My Mistress?"

Her Mistress smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Actually, my kajira, I'd love some breakfast. Something light, perhaps some fruit and cheese?"

The kajira bowed her head. "Immediately, My Mistress. I'll prepare it for you."

As the kajira exited the bathroom, her Mistress called out, "And my kajira?"

"Yes, my Mistress?" the kajira replied.

"Thank you for the wonderful bath. You always know just how to make me feel pampered."

The kajira's heart swelled with pride. "It's my pleasure, My Mistress. I'm happy to serve you."