Crimson Rose 2

by Scott Kujawa

  “You know it, May-Flower. Okay. We have plans for the day, which means we need to start them.”

  Following Catherine through her home, May fell into making small talk with the woman she invited home with her. Both continued to wake, feeling the slowness coming from slipping into a deep sleep. May pondered how she slept well with Catherine entwined around her, which wasn't something May had experienced in a long time. Sleeping alone after her former lover left her was something May got used to doing, but it wasn't something she preferred. She wondered if the desire Catherine showed had something to do with how well May slept with her domme curled around her.

  The need to be safe was something everyone wanted.

  May shook off her thoughts as the two stepped into her bathroom. She stood near Catherine, watching how Catherine's frustration spread as worked on removing the outfit she wore to the masquerade last night. May's grin curled her lips as her laughter burst from her the longer she watched Catherine twirl in the small space. Reaching the ties and zippers holding the clothing in place wasn't something Catherine could manage on her own.

  “Help me, May-Flower?”

  “Are you asking or commanding?” May shrugged, knowing she didn't have the same problem Catherine did. May had been stripped of her clothing last night once her domme decided her submissive needed to experience walking around wearing nothing.

  Stopping her movements to reach the ties and zippers, Catherine looked at May with an interested gaze. “May-Flower, you're being a brat.”

  “True. But my Mistress isn't making it clear on what she requests from her submissive.”

  “Dammit. You're right. All right. May-Flower help your domme remove her clothing.”

  May nodded as she continued to grin. “Better. I knew my Mistress doesn't need lessons on how to issue commands to her submissive.” Moving closer, May freed the laces and lowered the zippers until she removed everything Catherine wore.

  “Brat.” Catherine made her quip before May started. May gazed at Catherine, seeing how she watched May with the desire Catherine felt for the woman who agreed to work with her to expand the knowledge about what it meant to be in a dominant and submissive relationship. When May met Catherine a week ago, she wasn't sure if Catherine would agree, but now May was glad her Mistress did.

  “It's possible I have brat tendencies.” May shrugged, having hung the outfit over a hanger before she placed it on the hook behind the bathroom door.

  Catherine shook her head and chuckled. “I think it's more than possible. There's been times when your bratty nature slips free. I'm not complaining about what happens. It's nice to see you release your inner child.”

  May thought about what Catherine said as she looked at her domme. Before she changed her mind, May stepped closer and kissed the woman who helped her learn more about herself. When she stepped away, May turned towards her bathtub and turned the knobs to give her something to focus on.

  With a sudden yelp from the stinging which spread over her ass, May looked at Catherine from where May bent over the edge of the bathtub. “You spanked me! You keep doing this!”

  Grinning from where she stood, Catherine nodded. “I did. I enjoy spanking you. I learned this last week when I did it during our class on Friday night.”

  Reaching out, May tested the water to make sure she didn't turn the knob too far. The sudden sting she felt on her buttocks distracted her. She didn't want to burn either of them when they stepped into the shower. “I remember. I'll admit, I enjoy being spanked.”

  “Good. I'll do more of this.”

  Standing, May held her hand towards Catherine while she smiled with mischievousness. “Your shower awaits, Mistress.”

  Chapter Si

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  May tugged Catherine towards her once Catherine placed her hand in May's. Holding onto Catherine's hands after she clasped the other one, May guided her domme into the tub before she stepped over the edge to join Catherine.

  Standing behind the woman who she invited home with her, May trailed her hands along Catherine's pale skin and over the muscles she felt underneath it. It appeared Catherine exercised or found other ways to keep herself fit. It might have something to do with how Mistress Briana wanted her submissive to be healthy. May thought about if her Mistress wondered if May would build her muscles or learn to be flexible by doing yoga or some other stretching exercises.

  Would increasing her muscles or learning how to move easier be something needed if the two continued their relationship with each other? Being able to stretch, or hold positions, or relax during long bondage sessions might be easier if May added exercise or stretching to her routine.

  She shook off her thoughts when Catherine turned to face May and look into her blue eyes. With her back turned towards the shower head, the water soaked Catherine's long pale hair, causing it to hang in soaked strands around her face and down her back.

  “What caused you to stop moving your hands against my stomach? Don't tell me you weren't thinking about something, because I know this isn't the truth.” Catherine reached out, moving her hands against May's sides with slow movements, which caused May to shiver. The heat pouring into her bathroom was nothing compared to the heat which erupted inside her the longer Catherine touched her.

  “I admired your muscles. This caused me to think about my body and how I've neglected exercising and doing anything to better myself. I spend too much time sitting behind my desk, working on the paperwork or the computer files I need to complete for my clients. Shit. The last time I was serious about exercising was when I was in college. I didn't want to be a student who gained weight while taking classes.” May shrugged. “Don't misunderstand what I'm saying. I exercise still, but it's one time a week. I don't have the body you have.”

  “May-Flower. Stop. Stop being hard on yourself. You're not me, nor do I expect you to be. Mistress Briana worked with me to help me schedule times where I exercise. I asked her to do this after I learned the hours I spend working caused my stress to overwhelm me. This led to health problems, which worried me. You've sought me out for the same reason. The stress of running your accounting business overwhelmed you.”

  “True.” May nodded, feeling her blond hair curl around her face from the moisture filling the bathroom. “Now I'm worried I might experience the same health problems.”

  “If you are, we can discuss adding exercise to your schedule. However, it won't be something I request until you ask for help. This is one limit I have. Your health and how you treat your body is personal. I'd be an asshole to tell you it's something I think you need to change to suit my desires. So, I say again. Stop. Stop thinking you're not good enough. I'm telling you for the last time, you are!”

  “All right. All right!” May shook her head. Her Mistress wasn't wrong, but the way May thought about herself wasn't easy to change. It would take time and work for her to transform how she felt about herself.

  “Good. If you fail, all you have to do is ask me to punish you. I'm sure a few swats or whatever I do will help you value yourself.”

  May smiled, seeing how Catherine grinned as she teased May. “Hey! I... You know what? You're right.”

  “I know.” Catherine turned away, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back to allow the water to soak into her long pale hair. Staring, May saw Catherine push the strands away from her face while she kept her eyes closed. Catherine's amused laughter burst from her as May gasped from the hot water which hit the woman standing behind her. “Clean your Mistress and wash her hair, May-Flower.”

  “Yes, Mistress Catherine.” Grabbing the clean cloth she left hanging on the rack inside the shower after she showered yesterday, May placed the soap inside. Working the material over the bar, she formed enough lather to do what her Mistress requested. Kneeling down as she smiled at what she planned, May started with Catherine's feet. She teased her Mistress, taking her time to wash Catherine's feet before she moved upwards. With the same care, May focused on Catherine's calves. She touch
ed and explored them, wanting to feel the muscles she noticed earlier. Her domme's thighs were next, which allowed May to explore with the same care she showed to Catherine's calves and feet.

  Focusing on Catherine's ass, May ran the cloth over it. She smiled from where she knelt, feeling the tightness of the muscles hidden beneath Catherine's pale skin. It appeared the exercises Catherine mentioned earlier helped her sculpt her ass into the shape which drew May's interest. Moving upwards, May finished washing the backside of Catherine's body by using the cloth on the skin of Catherine's back and down along her arms.

  Kneeling again from washing Catherine's back, May followed the path she made earlier. This time she focused on the front of Catherine's feet, legs, stomach, and chest. She teased her Mistress, leaving Catherine's pussy and breasts for last. May moaned, having felt her desire for the woman increase the longer the two stood together in the shower and the longer May explored Catherine's body.

  The smoothness May felt as she ran the cloth over Catherine's pussy made May's blue eyes widen for a moment. She forgot how her Mistress kept herself shaved. Hurrying to finish washing the woman who waited with patience, May glided the cloth over Catherine's breasts with light touches.

  Feeling the metal in Catherine's nipples, May played with the rings. She ran her fingers over them, touching the small smooth rings. Finding out Catherine had her nipples pierced was a surprise, but exploring them drew May's interest. The thought of having hers pierced floated through her thoughts, but May wasn't sure if she had the courage to have it done. She reminded herself to have a conversation with Catherine about the idea, or would her Mistress mention the concept as their relationship strengthened?

  Dropping the cloth to the bottom of the bathtub when she finished, May no longer cared about the cloth. She wanted to bury her hands into Catherine's pale hair. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, May smelled the citrus scent which wafted from it at the same time Catherine smelled the same scent.

  “I'm not used to smelling of oranges.”

  May paused, having lathered the shampoo she poured into her hand. “Is it okay if you do, Mistress?” May frowned, worried Catherine was upset about the scent.

  “I don't mind, May-Flower.”

  “Good.” May finished what she started. With the same slow movements, she worked the lather into Catherine's pale tresses. Once the strands were covered, May reached out to the spray washing onto Catherine to clean her hands. “Close your eyes and lean forward, Mistress.” After Catherine did what May asked, she washed the suds from Catherine's hair.

  “Done.”

  Lifting her head as she opened her eyes, Catherine pushed her wet hair away from her face. Turning, she looked at May. Before either said anything further, Catherine pressed her mouth against May's to give her submissive a quick kiss. The time May spent on cleaning her meant May deserved a reward.

  Breaking the kiss, Catherine reached down to retrieve the cloth May dropped at their feet. Wringing the water from it, Catherine grabbed the bar of soap. “It's my turn.”

  “Mistress!” May shivered, feeling her desire spread through her again at the thought of being touched the way she did when she washed Catherine. “Okay.”

  Standing in place, May enjoyed being on the receiving end of having her body cleaned. She felt Catherine tease her with the movements May did when she agreed to Catherine's request. Catherine ran the cloth over May's feet, up her legs, over her ass, which she lingered on, and May's backside. Returning to the other areas, Catherine washed the front of May's feet, legs, stomach, chest, and arms. To tease her submissive, Catherine focused on May's pussy and breasts when there was nothing further to wash.

  The splat of the cloth falling to the bottom of the bathtub signaled May to close her eyes. She moaned again, feeling Catherine's fingers and hands work through May's shorter blond hair. She kept her eyes closed until Catherine finished and said it was okay for May to open them.

  “Thank you, Mistress.”

  “You're welcome, May-Flower.”

  Stepping out of the bathtub, May turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the vanity. She selected the longest and the softest one. After spending time together, it was fitting for May to dry her Mistress with the towel May saved for when she wanted to pamper herself. Using another, May dried the water from Catherine's long pale hair before wrapping the strands into a turban on Catherine's head.

  “I want to shave you.” Catherine looked at May once her submissive dried her.

  “What?”

  “The blond hair between your legs. I want to remove it. Do you dislike the idea?”

  “I...” May swallowed, not having expected this conversation, but she should have after feeling how smooth Catherine was. “It's not something I've thought about until now.” Dripping water from her body as she stood in the bathroom, May reached out to grab a towel to use on herself. Before she grasped it without thinking, Catherine grabbed it first.

  “Let me dry you, okay? It'll give you time to think about my request.”

  “All right.” Feeling the cloth move over her skin and blond hair, May thought about how she felt about what Catherine asked. “You can.” May stared into Catherine's pale eyes, having decided about what her domme asked. “I agreed to be your submissive. Having my pussy shaved isn't a request I'll deny you.”

  Catherine's smile grew as she heard what May said. “Thank you, May-Flower.”

  “When... When are we doing this?” May swallowed again, hearing the questioning tone which filled her voice while a wave of heat spread through her. Each time she agreed to something Catherine wanted and when her domme showed her something new, May experienced this reaction.

  “Now.”

  “Now? Okay. Now. Right. Sure.”

  “Unless you don't have a razor and shaving cream?”

  “What? No. I do.” May turned away, grabbing the supplies from where she stored them in another area of the vanity. Placing them on the counter, May looked at Catherine.

  “Sit on the toilet and spread your legs.”

  Doing as she was asked, May sat and opened her legs. She kept her gaze locked on Catherine, watching the woman who requested May change something about herself grab the can and razor. A stronger moan escaped from May as she felt the cool sensation spread between her legs as Catherine sprayed the cream. The strange feeling of the razor moving between her legs caused another moan to escape.

  May was glad Catherine didn't draw out the experience. May wasn't sure if she had the patience to sit here long enough for Catherine to finish if her domme dragged out shaving the blond hair between May's legs.

  Wiping the remains of the cream, Catherine finished. May shivered again, feeling the strange sensation of being shaved. The last time she felt like this was before puberty. For a decade or longer, she'd felt the blond hair between her legs.

  “Done.”

  “All right.” May waited for Catherine to pull away before she reached down to touch herself. This time she wanted to learn what it felt like to be hairless. “This will take time to get used to.”

  “I know. It did when I asked Mistress Briana to do the same thing to me.”

  May made a sound of agreement, fascinated with touching herself. When she finished, May stood from where she sat on the toilet. After she washed and dried her hands, she took Catherine's. “What's next?”

  “I need time to dry my hair. After, we'll get dressed and visit your office.”

  “Okay.” May nodded, thinking about how much work it took to take care of her blond hair when it was long. “Can I help?”

  “Sure. You can brush it. It's rare for me to blow dry it.”

  “I understand. Come on, Mistress. You can sit and relax while your submissive indulges on taking care of her domme.”

  “Good.” Leading the way into May's bedroom, Catherine sat before the mirror she noticed when she explored May's bedroom for the first time. Pulling the towel from her pale hair, Catherine dropped it to the floor. May noticed ho
w Catherine stared into the mirror with an amused smile. May thought the feeling of having her work a brush through the pale stands while naked and standing behind her Mistress wasn't something Catherine expected.

  The two kept their silence as May worked until she finished. “I'm done, Mistress.”

  Standing, Catherine pulled May close and pressed her mouth against May's. The wonderful feeling of being kissed showed May how Catherine wanted to reward her submissive for the wonderful job May did on brushing Catherine's pale hair until it fell into the natural style Catherine was blessed with.

  Chapter Seve

  n

  Throwing on blue jeans, sneakers, and a cream blouse which made her look professional enough to visit her office, May grinned at Catherine. Seeing the pale woman wearing black sweatpants she tied around her waist to keep them in place, a grey tee-shirt, and sandals May pulled from her closet caused May to giggle before she filled her bedroom with powerful laughter.

  The ponytail Catherine pulled her pale hair into added to how May thought her domme appeared child-like in the outfit.

  Smirking, Catherine shrugged. “I know. I look ridiculous, but I have nothing of mine to wear. We'll need to address this if I spend time at your home. It won't matter when you spend time at mine because you'll be naked for most of it.”

  May nodded. “True. All right. Let's go. I was promised breakfast.”

  “Okay.”

  Walking with Catherine at her side, May strode through her home, and the two stepped outside. Turning, May locked her door while Catherine waited with her. They stayed next to each other until they reached May's Camry. Climbing inside once she unlocked the doors, both secured their seat belts before May backed out of her driveway.

  She glanced at Catherine each time they reached a stop light or paused at a stop sign. May struggled with not bursting into laughter, seeing how young Catherine appeared while wearing the clothing May loaned her.