Mature!

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Edit: Changed a few problems I saw, and placed it under the appropriate genre, style, and license.

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The next morning, He woke me, and we went together to the bathroom, which adjoined our bedroom, to bathe. The bath was already filled, and He stepped into the steaming water, then reached back and guided me in beside Him. The bath was so deep that I could not sit down, unless He held me.

But He didn't do that. Instead, He handed me some soap and a towel, and said, “Wash me.”

He guided me through washing Him, and I remember thinking that this was a really fun game. It didn't really occur to me, then, that my playing with the suds on His body was arousing him, because I simply didn't know what it meant when the Kisser (as I called it) was hard and big. Normally, He seemed disapproving if I played, but this time, He seemed quite pleased. After a little while, He said, “Stop now,” and moved me away from Him. “Wash yourself now.”

Confused, because He usually didn't want me to be away from Him, I nodded, then noticed that He had moved me into a shallower part of the tub, where I could sit down to wash myself. I heard Him moving around in the water nearby, but for a while, He didn't touch me. And then, He started making rumbling sounds of pleasure. About the time I finished washing myself, He, too, stopped moving in the water, and I heard Him relaxing. Tentatively, I moved towards Him in the water, and He drew me closer, holding me to His chest.

He held me for only a little while, then kissed the top of my head—which surprised me, and pleased me, for it meant that I had made Him happy—and released me. The two of us climbed out of the bath—Him first, as always—and He bade me get a towel and dry Him, and then myself.

When we were both dry, He commanded me to dress Him. This time, He directed me toward a chair, upon which were laid His clothes by a silent servant who had come before dawn, for it was just dawn when we awoke. I returned to Him, and, after determining which article of clothing was which, began to dress Him, as clumsily as I had undressed Him the night before. Several times, I felt His hands guiding and helping me, and finally He was properly dressed.

When that was done, He directed me back to the chair, where I found a dress in my size, which He had said to leave there before. Then I returned to Him, curiously. He instructed me to don this dress, and I did, struggling at first, but finally I got it on properly. At breakfast, I again sat in His lap while He fed me. We then spent all morning in meetings with various people, and I dozed as I sat in His lap. Lunch was attended by all of the people we met with that morning, but my seat remained the same as before. The afternoon was spent almost just as the day before.

For the next several days, we followed this same routine. I'd guess it was about a month after I came to live with Him, after I had begun to settle down and was starting to accept that this would be my way of life when He interrupted his normal routine with an announcement directly after breakfast.

“Today, I canceled all of my meetings. Come.”

He led me, now holding my leash more for appearance than because He thought I'd try to run away, back to the bare room He'd blindfolded me in, my first day there. I heard the door lock behind us, and felt His hand on my shoulder very briefly—a signal I'd learned the second day meant to stay put—and then heard Him go into the closet again. When He returned, He said to me, “Drink this,” and held a cup to my lips.

I reached up to hold the cup, and swallowed its contents. It was very sweet and thin, and reminded me a bit of the tea my mom would make when I was sick from school. After I returned the cup to Him, He led me to the cot, and told me to lay down. Obediently, I did, fuzzily wondering what was going to happen, and from the moment I let my head rest on the pillow, I remember nothing more.

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When I woke, the first thing I noticed was that I was very hungry. The second was that I could hear nothing. Not a single sound at all. And finally I noticed that I was no longer wearing the blindfold. It took me so long to realize it because I still couldn't see. I opened my eyes wide, but still there was only blackness. I shook my head, and raised my hand, to make sure that the blindfold was no longer there, and touched only skin.

But there was some relief. When I moved, I had heard the fabric that covered the cot rustle, so at least I could still hear. And, after only a few minutes, I heard the door unlock, and familiar footsteps.

“You must be hungry,” was all He said, and I took that as a signal to get up. But when I tried to sit, I felt so dizzy that I immediately fell back down. I heard Him laugh softly, and then I felt His arms, as He slipped them under me and lifted me up. Cradling me close to His chest, where I could hear His heartbeat, and His breathing, He carried me into the dining room, sat me on His lap ever so gently, and fed me as usual. I ate, greedily and hungrily, until I was quite full, and then I fell asleep again almost immediately, cradled there in His arms.

The next several times I awoke were similar. I would awaken, and soon He would enter the room, feed me, and then I would be asleep again. After that first time,though, I always woke in our bed. Then, finally, I woke, and didn't feel ravenous. It had probably only been an hour or two since the last time I had awaken. Carefully, I sat up, and I turned my head when I heard His footsteps outside the door. Smiling happily, I turned to face Him as He entered, and He came to sit on the side of the bed.

“I will not be here to sleep with you tonight,” he said briefly. I felt his hand brush over my hair, and then he leaned forward to kiss the top of my head. “Go back to sleep. I will be back in the morning for our bath.” Then, he stood and left me all alone.

It took me a while, but I finally managed to fall asleep again. I remember vividly how odd it felt to sleep without His arms about me, holding me close to Him.

In the morning, though, I heard Him return. His footsteps awoke me, so when He unlocked the door and entered, I was already sitting up, waiting for Him. “Come,” he told me, and went immediately toward the bath. I scrambled out of the bed and followed him, climbing into the water behind him. Bathing was my favorite part of the day, because I could play, and he didn't mind. Since we'd been doing this same thing every morning for about a month, I didn't even need him to direct me, and we bathed in relative silence.

We settled back into our normal routine, and I was glad not to have the blindfold any longer, even though I still was blind. About a week after He blinded me, He brought me into our bedroom long before it was night. But instead of giving me instructions, He left me standing near the door, and went to the closet. I heard Him rustling around with some clothing, then He returned to me with some clothes.

Confused, I removed the clothes from the hangers, noticing that there was a dress for me, and that it felt really soft and nice on my hands.

“Undress me, and then dress me in these,” He commanded. I did as He bade, undressing Him as I normally would for the night, though He had me leave on His underclothes. Then I dressed Him again in the nice-feeling clothes. I was proud of myself, because I knew I was getting better at dressing Him. When that was done, I changed my own clothes. I had a little trouble putting on the new dress, because it had several layers, but eventually I got it on me. He even gave me a pair of slippers, and had me put a pair of shoes that felt very new on His own feet.

“Very good. Come.”

Though He hadn't fastened a leash to my circlet in days, He did now, and led me out to His vehicle. Timidly, I asked, “Master,” I had learned to call Him Master, if I spoke to Him, else I would get backhanded again, “Where are we going?”

There was a long silence, and I thought that He wouldn't answer me, so I settled against His chest, not knowing how long the ride would be. But then, His deep voice startled me, “To a party. You will stick close to me, and you will not say a single word.” I nodded numbly. I knew that if I didn't obey, there would be worse than the usual backhand coming to me.

The party wasn't very impressive to me. There were a lot of people there, but none my own age, and I quickly became bored. I half-listened to the conversations around us, and I stayed always just a step behind and to the side of Him. One snatch caught my attention. It was a man speaking to Him.

“...much prettier than your last one. Too young, though. But I guess the other isn't too old yet?”

“I'm still training her. The other died, but I prefer to get them while they're still young, you know. Much easier to train.”

I thought they were talking about me, but I lost track of the conversation again. After a little while longer, He went to sit down, and I followed after Him. When I would have automatically climbed into His lap, He pushed me off, and pushed me down to sit by his feet, none too gently. “Always here at parties,” He murmured to me.

A server came by with food and drink, and He took some, but gave me none, though it had been hours since breakfast. My stomach rumbled unhappily, but I remained quiet, remembering His words in the vehicle.

Hours passed, but I was not given the chance to doze, for He never sat for very long, and He always moved among the people. There were few women present, but one of them approached to flirt with Him at one point. Listening to them, I knew that He disliked her, but she didn't seem to want to go. Finally, He said to her, “I'm sorry, but I'm quite tired, and I need to go home now.” Somehow, I managed to contain my elation at that, for I was fairly tired myself, and incredibly hungry. He had eaten three more snacks since the first one, but I still had eaten nothing.

When we arrived back home, we went straight to the bedroom and to bed, much to my disappointment. But, I knew that he was still in a foul mood from that woman, so I said nothing.