Free Seduction: The Story of M by L. A. Cloutier

on your hands and knees and while you are at rest, you will sit back on your heels in the subservient pose I have showed you.  Do you understand, Princess?” He was caressing my exposed cheek with the cloth.
    “Yes , Sir,” I whispered.  Again I was trying to fight back tears. Picturing myself crawling, naked, open, and exposed…like a human dog at his side. What lovely thoughts to have to wake up to .
    “Let them fall ,” he encouraged her.  “It is good for the soul to release them and it exposes your feelings to me which are essential, I assure you. I will come to know your every need just by looking into your precious, tender and inviting eyes. Every tear that falls from your eyes today will be either for me or because of me. And I shall enjoy them equally.”
    H is fingers slid inside of my sex and began to probe and stretch me. I shut my eyes tightly not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my tears. I gasped, shuddering, as he poked at the tender areas left behind from his hard vigorous thrusting. My arms started to tremble as he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, drawing the water inside and then letting it flow out, washing out any remains of what he had given me last night. I drew my breath in curtly as his thumb pressed into my clit, and bit my bottom lip, stifling a whimper. I tried to relax the scrunched up look on my face and allowed the tears now stinging my eyes to fall.
    “That’s it , Precious, give into it, your body wants you to.” His lips were almost touching my ear as he whispered. He withdrew his fingers, reaching for the body wash. He lathered the cloth and started at my neck washing my upper body. My clit continued to tingle as he washed my breasts, rolling my nipples lavishly as I did my best to contain a soft moan. Then he rinsed the soap from me, repeatedly with the cloth.
    He spoke softly telling me to lay back in the bath so that he could continue. I reached for the edge of the tub to stable myself while I followed his order. It felt good to put my feet out, lay back, and relax. All but the tops of my shoulders and most of my breasts covered in the water.  
    “Close your eyes and enjoy this.” He placed my hands at my sides, and pulled me further down into the water so he could wash my hair. He cradled my neck softly as he wet my hair.
    My mind raced back to the exam table. How tenderly he had cleaned my knee, the little pill he made me take more for my comfort then his own. How he had forced my body to receive pleasure yet did not satisfy his own. A small sob escaped my lips as I ran through all of my most recent events. Images flashed through my mind rapidly—the way he forced me to eat from his crotch. The way he had brought out such a foul desire in me last night. The way my body reacted to his touch, despite my unwillingness, how good it felt, and how he had raped my mouth.
    I wanted to bring my hands up to cover my face. He was washing my legs and feet massaging them softly. It felt nice the way he was touching me, but at the same time, I resented him not letting me to this myself, alone and in private. It was embarrassing having him see my naked body in such intricate detail. My body jolted , my hands pressing firm to the bottom of the tub and my eyes opened wide when I felt the cloth press near to my anus.
    “Shh, you must be clean , my dear. Now relax and let me finish up.” He leaned close to my face and then kissed my forehead telling me to close my eyes again as he delicately washed my asshole.
    When he was satisfied that I was clean he helped me out of the tub, drying me with one of the big white fluffy towels. He wrapped the towel around my shoulders, pulled me to his chest, and turned towards the vanity as his arms engulfed me around the middle. His chin rested just at the top of my head as I looked at the two of us in the mirror.
    His eyes, his vibrant bright blue eyes peering into mine, and he looked at mine from one to the other. I hated it! It was