"Did anyone pass the room and see you?" I asked.

"Yes, Miss. Two women and a man."

"Saw you naked?"

He nodded.

"Oh dear, what a shame. I expect the women laughed." Again, he nodded. All the time, his eyes were on me, drinking in my body. He had never seen me like this before, of course, although he had certainly imagined it often enough. I saw his cock stirring and nodded towards it.

"Do you like what you see, Mr Loverman?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Okay, let's see the little thing get hard. Get it up for me, Mr Loverman." I stood before him, allowing him to take in my body, watching his eyes move from my breasts to my knickers, and back, and back, sliding down my thighs and over my stomach, coming back, always coming back to my breasts and bush. And he got hard, very hard.

"Good boy," I said. I rummaged in my briefcase and emerged with a strip of red silk, about a foot in length and and an inch wide. I turned to face Mr Loverman, and indicated to him to approach by crooking my finger. He did so, cautiously. "Now," I continued, "I want that erection to stay permanently. And I'll punish you if it doesn't. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"Excellent." I tied the ribbon loosely around his erect cock, just beneath his helmet; as long as he was erect it would stay in place, but as soon as he went flaccid it would fall off. "If that ribbon isn't on your cock at all times it'll be a spanking. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss," he replied.

"Now, I need to have a bath. I'm all sweaty after the journey." Mr Loverman's eyes lit up. "You'll need to soap me and dry me. That's your place isn't it, looking after your Mistress?" He nodded enthusiastically, bless him.

"Yes, Miss," he beamed.

"I don't think," I continued, opening the drawer into which Mr Loverman had earlier put my clothes, "that you're quite ready to see me naked yet. I think it would get you too worked up. You'd probably end up making a sticky mess." He looked crestfallen. I found what I was looking for, a long, silk scarf, red and white, ornately patterned. Rolling it up until it was about two inches wide, I walked towards Mr Loverman.

He looked alarmed, and even took a couple of steps backwards, as though trying to evade me. As if he could.

"So I'm going to blindfold you," I told him sweetly. "Come here, give me your head." Knowing he had no alternative, he bowed his head before me and allowed me to fix the scarf around his eyes. I pulled it tight, assured myself that he was completely blinded, and tied it behind his head. "There," I said. "Is that comfortable? Is that nice?" He nodded. "Your blindfold matches the ribbon round your little cock." I gripped it and gave him a hard squeeze. "You're all mine now, aren't you Mr Loverman?" Again, he nodded. For sure, this was a big weekend, the moment when he gave himself to me totally. I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. Instinctively, he raised his other hand in front of him, feeling for any obstacles. I slapped his backside.

"Mr Loverman! Trust me. I'm your Mistress." Immediately, he lowered his hand and allowed me to lead him. Once in the bathroom, I slipped out of my underwear and stepped into the bath, stopping the taps and easing myself into the relaxing water. The bath was full, the water reaching just below my breasts, and deliciously hot, making me tingle all over and instantly bringing a red blush to my skin. I stretched out and sank under the water, feeling it lap smoothly and sensuously over my breasts and break gently under my chin. Floating my arms and hands on the surface by my sides, I lay for some moments and contemplated nothing, freed my mind, allowed myself to relax. Meanwhile, Mr Loverman stood patiently beside me, his beribboned cock still stiff. I could see his buttock muscles clenching and releasing, and knew he was trying to keep himself hard.

"Now, Mr Loverman, kneel down where you are. Feel in front of you, you'll find the edge of the bath." He did as I instructed, gripping the bath edge for balance as he lowered himself to his knees.

"Well done," I said. I put a sponge in his hand and bent forward. "My back, now." I directed his hand towards me and he found my back, instantly beginning to scrub it with the sponge, recharging it with water every few seconds and allowing the hot stream to cascade down the length of my spine back into the bath. He washed me assiduously, covering the entire length and breadth of my back, the hot water sharp and invigorating on my skin.

I leaned back and guided his hand forward, over my shoulder, and he began to sponge my neck. Sightlessly, he ranged over my front, the sponge sliding deliciously over my breasts, the stream of hot water on them sending a frisson of excitement through me. Despite his intimacy, despite the fact that he was washing my naked body, Mr Loverman had yet to touch my skin: the contact was entirely through the sponge. Aware that this must be incredibly frustrating for him, to be so close to me, yet be unable to touch me, I revelled in the moment. I leaned back in the bath, resting almost horizontally, and allowed him to wash further down my stomach, towards my thighs.

I raised my left leg and Mr Loverman turned his attention to it, beginning at the foot and working upwards, over my knee, onto my inner thigh and back round again, to my hip and onto my side again. Raising my right leg, I allowed him to repeat the action, enjoying the rasping sensation of the coarse sponge on my thigh as he drew it steadily upwards. As he reached the top, when he tried to move the sponge away towards my hip again, I pushed down, so that my pussy came into contact with it. Mr Loverman understood my meaning and began to sponge me, very gently, on my bush and pussy. I could only imagine his torment. How long must he have dreamed of a moment like this, to be able to lavish attention on me, to wash my most intimate parts, and yet he was able neither to see nor to feel anything. I relaxed further into the bath and felt the sponge slide pleasingly and ticklishly across my, by now excited, lips.

"Keep doing that," I told him. I was breathing hard by now, and my body was tingling inside and out with a combination of the excitement of the moment and the heat of the water. Mr Loverman stroked the sponge slowly and generously against me, and I parted my lips to increase the contact with my sensitive flesh. A flush of arousal swept through me, a heady swirl of emotion and sentience, flitting through my body and awakening my senses, alighting on every nerve ending. I watched Mr Loverman's face, concentration etched on it, his expression steadfast and concerned. Truly, this was blind devotion.

With the realisation that Mr Loverman would do anything I asked of him, would subordinate his will to mine, would blindly obey any command, a burst of power surged through me, and from deep within me a climax began to unfold. Mr Loverman's sponge continued to minister to the needs of my pussy, and his voluntary predicament ministered to the needs of my mind, feeding my ego, nourishing my desire for power. I sighed contentedly and allowed the emotions to wash over me, mingling with the smooth lapping water, transporting me to a heaven of sensory awareness. I stroked my clit, circling it furiously, as the climax rushed through my body, wave after wave, leaving me limp and heady in the cooling water.

"Well done, Mr Loverman," I said. "Well done."