Under My Boss's Control

“How’s that? Too hot?” I asked.

“No, sir. That’s just right,” she said.

I rolled up my sleeves and got the shampoo, soap, and brushes ready. Turning on the shower, I removed the removable shower head and began wetting her hair and her body. Then, setting that aside, I placed shampoo in my hands and gestured for her to turn around. She did so obediently, without a word.

Next, I lathered her hair. The soap bubbles ran down her back and in between her buttocks. I was careful and precise with my work. I always wanted my pets to look clean and presentable, especially Dixie.

“All right. Stand under the shower head.”

“Yes, sir.”

She did so, and I rinsed her hair.

“Bend over, please,” I said. “Let your hair fall forward, if you will.”

“Like this, sir?”

“Yes, like that.”

I rinsed out the rest of her hair.

“All right. Let’s stand up again and do the rest of you.”

She smiled. She was relaxed again, enjoying the experience immensely, although she probably wasn’t enjoying it half as much as I was.

I soaped up my hands and began to wash her face. We quickly rinsed that off. Then, I did under her neck, her shoulders, under her arms, and under her magnificent breasts. I rinsed her again.

Then, we went down the rest of her body: the legs, the feet, the hands. Saving the best for last, I put my hands between her legs.

“Oh,” she said, pleasantly surprised. “That’s a dirty part of me, sir.”

“I think you’re right,” I said. “I’m going to have to do a lot of washing there.”

She nodded in agreement. I rubbed my hand up and down her pussy, washing it thoroughly. Then, I told her to bend over as I washed her ass. Her tight anus was exposed to me, and I made it squeaky clean, pushing a finger inside to get everything. Again, she made a sound of pleasant surprise.

“Stand up, please,” I said. “And turn around.”

She did so.

“Spread your legs just a bit, please.”

“Like this, sir?” she said, spreading her legs apart.

“Yes, just like that,” I said.

I got my hands nice and soapy wet, then I started washing her pussy. She moaned and writhed, standing there in the shower.

“Careful,” I said. “Don’t fall over. Stay still.”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” she said.

Then, I turned the water onto her, and she started to shake. But I was careful to never let her cum. The sweet torture was the point, not the quick orgasm. Besides, we needed to keep my pet clean.

As we went back and forth, I knew I wanted her more than anything. She was beautiful, soft and compliant. Each time she called me “sir,” I got a rush. It felt right and our relationship — and I did want a relationship — had to be real. It had to be based on total truth and total trust.

Sure, it would be fine to have an air of mystery, but this Shawn character was clearly crossing some lines. Dixie was strong, but even the strongest people sometimes go back to their exes. I wouldn’t let that happen. She deserved better, and, quite frankly, so did I.

Love is blind. That’s part of the problem. As careful as I had been in the past, I just threw away my rules the moment Dixie crossed my path. Granted, I knew her from work and from what I could see, she was a kind and decent person.

But that was just Work Dixie. People’s work personality was often very different from their home personality.

Case in point: me.

I was considered something of a stodgy codger at the office.

If only Sam knew about my dungeon and kink… He’d never look at me the same way again.

We all had our needs, wants, and desires. Sam had gone through quite a bad spate with his wife. He ended up dating a young girl, having some wild times, but ultimately came to his senses and went back to his wife. But for a few months, he had really gone off the deep end; late nights, hangover mornings, and strange calls on the company line.

This was different. For one thing, Dixie wasn’t a stranger, and she seemed to have genuine values. At the very least, growing up with religious, Southern parents tended to give one a strong sense of Christian ideals.

That was something to build upon and modify, even if you didn’t totally believe all of them.

And besides, if you were exploring the taboo side of sexually, you had to have a starting point. If you were already a crazed degenerate, there was nothing to explore, nothing to discover.

What I wanted was a partner who would, ultimately, explore with me over the years. That was what I was missing from building relationships with my previous pets. We didn’t connect.

I wanted the real thing.

Chapter Thirteen

Dixie

Julius was teasing me endlessly with the shower head. Just as I’d be on the verge of cumming, he’d pull the water away. It was sweet torture, but I really just wanted so desperately to cum.