Gods its good to have a master who cares for his slavegirl, I tell myself as you rub the balm over my sore body, taking care to support me and not cause further harm to my body. The marks on me will heal, and instead of scaring me, they only make me more gratefull to be your collared slavegirl. Still sore and tired, I rest my hands on your shoulders for support as you rub the balm against my long, smooth legs.<br/><br/>Trusting you as you whipped me, yet didnt whip me  to the point where I bled, I wrap my slender arms around your neck and rest against you. I am unsure if I can walk after my whipping, but you look just as tired from your use of the whip.<br/>"I will Master, just..give me some time, please", I softly reply and smile as you soflty kiss my heaving breasts, relaxing me and sending shivers through my petite body.<br/><br/>One glance at the bench tells me that theres no way I can sit down, not with the red lines and welts on my bottom. Leaning against the bench, I smile and thank you, and change into the light silk robe and slip my feet out of the silver pumps, to replace them with the slippers. They dont look quite as sexy, but are easier to walk in.<br/>"I agree, I dont think I can walk all the way to the home either", I say in reply and continue to lean againt the bench as you make a call to the staff. We could both use a warm bath after our different exertions and a minute after youve made the call, I slowly walk to you and press my sensual body against yours, eager to have our bath, which will soothe my bruises and welts as well.