“Fuck….” She said again in her throaty whisper. She pulled her hands out of her clothes and glanced around the bathroom, thinking.
“Get in the corner, facing the wall. Eyes shut.” She ordered. I shakily complied, pressing my nose into the corner near the door and squeezing my eyes shut. She stepped behind me and I heard her pull her shirt over her head. I groaned as her naked breasts pressed into my back. Suddenly I felt her shirt being pulled over my head. She gave it a bit of a twist and it was snug against me, covering my face completely.
“Turn around” she ordered.
Blindly I turned, and she grabbed me by the arm, pulling me forward several steps. I felt the soft fabric of the bathmat under my feet.
“Kneel” she said, pushing down. I awkwardly dropped to my knees. Experimentally I cracked open an eye. I couldn’t see a thing. The pink crop top was completely blindfolding me.
I felt rather than heard Amber slide her sweatpants over her hips and down her long legs and a second later a small splash and sigh as she stepped into the tub. The water was still running from the faucet and I heard it slosh as she slid around. Abruptly the sound of the water cascading from the faucet into the partially filled tub changed and Amber let out a low moan.
“Do you know what I’m doing now, bank?” she asked, her voice still low and raspy.
“No Miss” I said, shaking my head.
“I’m letting the…oh god…water from the…faucet…” she paused while she took a few quick breaths “…run over my…pussy.”
I felt fresh tears of frustration damped Amber’s shirt as I quivered.
“Please….” I begged softly, not even sure what I was asking for.
She ignored me.
“Do you wish you could see, bank? Ohhh…..” She trailed off in a low moan of pleasure.
“YES!” I shouted, my voice cracking again.
I heard her laugh and then gasp for breath.
“This is my second….uhhhhhh……my second favorite way to masturbate” she continued. “It’s tough to beat a good….oh god….a good vibrator, but this is…” Her voice trailed off again as I heard more quick breaths.
“…please…..” I pleaded again in a quiet voice. I was trying not to double over in pain. My cock was hurting as much as when I woke from my dream that morning.
“ohhh….begging is hot” she whispered, barely audible over the sounds of the faucet.
“You want to see me, right?”
“God yes, please Miss” I said, trying to control my own breathing.
I felt her hand lash out and hit my shoulder. She twined her fingers through her shirt that was effectively blinding me.
“I’m right here…I’m…totally naked” she managed to say, gasping between every few words. “Should I pull this shirt off of you…uhhhhhh…and let you…see me now? Or are you a good little bank?”
I wailed. I realized I was beating my fists against my thighs in frustration.
“Please…” I tried one more time, realizing again I didn’t really know what I was begging for.
“Tell me” she gasped. “Are you….ahhh…..a man or a little bank?” She gave the shirt a tiny tug with her fingers. I felt it shift on my head just an inch.
“Just say you’re a man and….oh god…I’ll pull this shirt right now…and give you a show….jesus…”
I opened my mouth but no sound came out. My tongue seemed frozen. All I had to say was a single word, and everything I desired would come true. But somehow I couldn’t say it. The weeks of serving, the countless times Amber had reinforced my status by only referring to me as “bank”, the constant chores and punishments Amber, Sarah and Ms. Sutton had inflicted on me…it seemed absurd to call myself a man at this point.
I tried to make a sound again and only a small whimper came out.
The sounds of Amber’s gasps were loud and constant now.
“Decide…what will it…ohhhhhh god…..what will it be?”
I found my mouth able to move again after I had made the only choice that made sense to me.
“I’m a good little bank, Miss.”
Amber’s fingers released the shirt and I heard her hand scrabbling on the edge of the tub.
“Oh my god!!! That’s so….ohhhhh….so hot….you’re so fucked, bank!”
I hung my head in defeat as I listened to my beautiful owner orgasm. Her wails echoed in my ears. She was only a couple of feet away but might as well have been in a different universe to me at the same time. I knew then with certainty that I would never have her. My place and my role for her was something different. Something strange and forbidden and in some ways dark and scary but nevertheless powerful beyond all imagining.
Amber’s moans devolved into a long sigh and I heard splashing sounds as she settled back down into the water.
“That was good, bank. Very very good.”
I felt her hand pat me on the cheek condescendingly.
“I guess I must have trained you very well.”
“Yes Miss” I answered, waiting for the blood to leave my dick now that the sounds of Amber masturbating were no longer echoing in the tiled room.
She chuckled.
“What a pleasant way to start my Friday.”
I listened in silence as she hummed to herself and soaped up her body. I was occasionally splashed with water – I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.
“As a reward I’ll let you wash my hair. Would you like that?”
I nodded eagerly.
“Yes Miss, very much. Thank you.”
She laughed again and slid around in the tub. A shampoo bottle was pressed into my hands and I felt it carefully for the cap.
“I’m sitting with my back turned to you. Right in front of you.”
Blindly, I poured what I hoped was the right amount of shampoo into my palm and carefully felt for her hair. I hit my hand on the edge of the tub but quickly found her wet thick brown hair. Slowly and gently, I rubbed the shampoo into it. I felt for her scalp and gave her a tentative scalp massage, like my female hairdresser does to me. I was rewarded with a low groan.
“That feels amazing, bank. Keep that up.”
Glowing with pride at her praise, I settled in to give her a long scalp massage. I loved the feel of her under my fingers, and I imagined a contented smile on her lips as she occasionally shifted around in the tub.
“You’re really good at this, bank. I’ll have to remember that.”
She gently pulled away from my hands.
“But I’ve got to get going. I have to put in an appearance at work, then I’m going to the spa for the afternoon. I have an hour massage booked with one of my favorites I’m SO looking forward to, but this was a pretty good warmup.”
“Yes Miss, of course” I said, awkwardly shaking foamy shampoo from my hands.
I heard Amber dunk her head under the water a few times, then she stood from the tub.
“Of course I’ll have to add cleaning my tub to your chore list, bank. I don’t want there to be a soap scum line, do I?”
“No Miss. Of course not.”
I heard her familiar light laugh.
“Do you think you deserve an extra little treat?”
She stepped out and I felt little drops of water hit me. I realized she was standing right next to me. Naked. I shivered.
“Uh…If Miss feels like I have.” I thought it best to play it safe and not push my luck.
I felt the sudden weight of a towel hit me in the face.
“If you’re very very careful, I’ll let you dry me off.”