Bath

As mentioned once or twice, miranda's a dancer. And one of the negative things about her work is the smoke that her clothes are exposed to every time she's out on the floor. It sinks right into the fabrics. Most of her outfits are too delicate for machine washing, so she hand washes them. In the tub, soaking in the water and soap right along with her clothes as they're washed.

Last night was typical for her, sorting through what needed to be washed & what didn't. Shayla helped her with the wash, climbing in with her to soak her feet. Master joined us after a few moments. Miranda'd lit some candles, had the lights turned off. So there's three of us in that garden tub in the near-dark, legs going every which way to accomodate the others, among the thongs, dresses, tops & bottoms. We had a great deal of fun with that.

We'll have these baths occasionally, though without the clothing. Candles lit, just soaking in the hot water together, drinks nearby. And get a lot of talking and sharing done. Exchange stories, clear the air over some things, laugh together. Master'll clarify some things, or get our opinion and stance on others. Sometimes we just sit, basking in the heat, enjoying each other's company. The tie that has formed between the three of us doesn't require words to fill the silence.

Last night was no exception, Master steering the conversation to our medallions, and how he plans on adding gems to them as we reach certain milestones. We talked about our plans, our continual search for a second man for the household. And once more, Master asked us why we loved him. For shayla, the answer's always the same. Because of the woman she is when she's with him. Because he's this unique combination of firmness, indulgence towards us, exacting discipline and loving generosity. He's able to laugh at himself just as easily as to speak firmly to someone to make his point. And he manages us so well. Even when shayla doesn't understand his reasoning, or his timing, he manages us in a way that causes us to grow in his service.

After we'd rinsed the clothing and gotten it out of the water, he toyed with us, stroking our pussies inside and out with his strong fingers. Just thinking about it makes shayla heated all over again. As much as she loves sex, loves having him inside her, she's equally content to have his hands on and in her. They're not large, for a man's hands. Merely strong, sure, leaving her skin feeling almost seared where he's touched (ok, so it's a standard analogy, a man's touch leaving the woman's skin aflame, but it's also true). And it's as if she can feel his strength emanate from them. For shayla little equals being under her Master's hands, even if it's just a hand gripping her hair or the collar.

Before we knew it, over two hours had passed while we'd drained the tub, refilled it with hot water, rinsed & wrung out the clothes, talked and laughed. Miranda & shayla got out first, drying off as the water drained before Master stepped out. We dried him off, allowing ourselves to get distracted with a couple of our more favorite parts of him for a moment or two, then straightened the bathroom as he settled into bed. Though he sleeps far better alone, Master lets us both sleep with him every night. Shayla is no longer required to sleep at his feet, instead sleeping either next to him or miranda, depending on his mood and shayla's need (in that order). As nice as it is to sleep next to him, there's a good advantage to sleeping next to miranda. We've got a king size bed, but because of the snuggling factor, Master usually winds up with a bare foot of space to sleep in, leaving a vast expanse of space on the other side of miranda where shayla can sprawl at will. Which she takes full advantage of. This time she was next to Master, her head down by his hip. A little shifting here & there as we settled around each other before we fell asleep.

Nothing spectacular, or would warrant any notice. Just enjoying each other's company, the intimacy that we share between us. Just lovely.

shayla