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

as if he were looking for some sort of clue as to what I may be thinking. I lowered my head not wanting him to search me so thoroughly.
    He squeezed me and said “good girl,” then slid his hands to my mine and bent over, forcing me to bend with him. “Put your hands on the vanity.” He whispered as he guided my hands placing them there. He stood up pulling the towel off my shoulders and sponged at my hair, pulling it all to one side of my head.
    He told me to spread my legs just past the width of my shoulders, to keep my head bowed and my hands where they were as he warmed a dab of lotion in his hands. He started at the back of my neck and worked the lotion into my neck and shoulders, down my back and over my buttocks, reminding me of his forceful swats. I cringed just slightly curling my fingers. His hands moved to the front of my legs and thighs, working the lotion in.
    I drew my breath in sharply as his fingers neared my sex and he hushed me. I could see him wiping his fingers on a hand towel before reaching for something from the vanity. He set a little brown bottle in my view.  It smelled medicated as he drew some into his hand and immediately brought it to my sex. It felt oily and cool as he rubbed it in tenderly over my outer lips and into the crease of my thighs, massaging it into my skin. He slipped his fingers between my lips, spreading the oil lavishly to my clit and all around near the opening to my pussy.
    I gasped as my fingers curled into my palms unable to stop the small moan that ensued as the cool feeling spread into my tender flesh. Using two fingers , he worked the oil up into me. I felt my legs begin to tremble just slightly. He stretched and widened his fingers and started to work them in and out, as I whimpered biting my lip.
    “T his will help with the soreness.” He withdrew his fingers. I arched my back and groaned as if not wanting him to stop. I heard him chuckle. I blushed and straightened my back.
    He again wiped his fingers on the towel and then stood up. He pulled at my shoulders for me to stand, which I did but kept my flushed face down. He turned me around pushing my buttocks into the vanity as he pressed his hips against mine and wrapped his arms around the small of my back. He hugged me close, resting his chin on the top of my head. “You’re so precious and you don’t even realize it,” he sighed.
     His hands slid up my arms. He again took the lotion, warming a small bit in his hands and he rubbed it into the front of my neck with both hands as he guided my head back. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his hands on my chest and breasts as he worked the lotion in. His hands left my body and I opened my eyes leaning myself forward. My eyes meet his and I quickly lowered mine.
    He sat down on the stool near the tub and ordered me to kneel with my back to him while he brushed out my hair. When he had finished he gathered up a good deal of it into his hand and stood up. “Let’s go have some breakfast now, my dear.” He stepped past me and tugged at my hair. I placed my hands to the floor and followed on my hands and knees.
    This was awkward. I felt tears welling up in my eyes again. This was so humiliating and I did not understand what joy he took in treating me like his pet.
    He sat in the same chair as the evening before at the dining table, directing me to kneel at his feet. There was a tray of fruit set out on the table along with a glass of juice and another with milk.
    He picked up the white collar with the gold chain from the floor beside his chair, and motioned for me to move closer to him. I rose slightly and inched closer to him so that he could attach the collar and lock it. He draped the chain down my back directing it to fall between my buttocks and then told me to sit back on my heels. I sat back my eyes lowered, as I watched him reach to the table.
    He had that little bottle of pills again. He opened the bottle and held one in his fingers. “Look at me.”  
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