After clensing her masters chest, arms and shoulders, she moved behind him, pressing her nipples and full breasts against his back as she pressed hard against it to wash his back, pressing hard as he had told her to. Her delicate, soft hands tended to him as he was her life, her reason for being alive.<br/><br/>"Before becoming a slave,,master. I.. I was an artist, attending college. I enjoyed painting. I was good enough to make a career from it.But, I was taken from the street the night before I was due to..exhibit my work", she tells him, even as she doesnt think about that potential life too much.<br/><br/>It doesnt matter anymore, who she used to be, or what. Her life is now connected with her master, and her purpose is to serve him, however and whenever he wishes. She will never be that free woman again, she knows that, and came to terms with that when she was with her first master.