<strong>Name:</strong>Janisha<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Loader’s apartment<br/><strong>Outfit:</strong>Black stockings and black lace garter belt. Her hair is in a high pony tail. Her skin is shiny with sweat, her ass is bright red, and there is cum leaking from her pussy and anus.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Matthew Loader<br/><hr/><br/>“Yes, Master,” Jani said, meekly, still deep in her bow. “This slave’s body, heart and soul belong to Master.”<br/><br/>She accepted his hand up, and when he hugged her, she hugged back, pressing deep into his embrace. She still shivered a little from the stinging of her ass – and the heat of her pussy and anus – but she welcomed the warmth. At the moment she felt more vulnerable, and humiliated, than she had in years, standing with her skin shiny with sweat, and cum dribbling between her thighs like a common fuck slave.<br/><br/>When the hug ended, and Master ordered her to prepare a bath for him, Jani took a step back, bowed and said, “Yes, Master. Please excuse this slave to prepare your bath.” Then she bowed again to excuse herself, and quickly moved away, but though she moved quickly, she made sure that even as she walked, her hips swayed luxuriously, so that her Master could enjoy a visual treat as she walked away.<br/><br/>Her first stop was, of course, the bathroom, to begin drawing the water. But while the tub filled, Jani made several other stops. First she retrieved a baking tray from the kitchen – it was no serving tray, but her Master had never had slaves before, and had never had need of such things, so a baking tray would have to suffice. Next, she retrieved a few bottles of liquor from her Master’s collection – she did not yet know what her Master liked to drink, so she was forced to take several options – along with a glass and an insulated container of ice. Next she retrieved some marijuana and papers, and hand rolled a joint for her Master. Finally, she set up the house with a selection of music – again, not knowing her Master’s preferences, she simply selected Beethoven’s<em>Moonlight Sonata</em>.<br/><br/>With her collection of items, she returned to the bathroom, and continued preparing her Master’s bath. Unsurprisingly, her Master had very little in the way of bath accessories. There were very no bath oils or perfumes for the water, so Jani simply added soap to the water. She would have to beg permission from her Master to order more supplies for him later, so that she could better serve him.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she filled the bath, and tested the water – piping hot, but not scalding, perfect for relaxing, and just enough soap give a luxurious layer of bubbles on top. She set out the things she had collected, retrieved her Master’s robe, then went to inform her Master.<br/><br/>She approached meekly – still smarting from her punishment – and feel to her knees before her Master, bowing low. “Master,” she said, softly. “Your bath is ready. May this slave help you to your bath, Master?”<br/><br/>As with everything else Jani did, dressing her Master was ritualistic and sensually slow. First, she crawled forward on hands and knees, and used her teeth alone to undo his shoes. Then she gently slipped each shoe and sock off, kissing her Master’s toes when she was done. Of course, she placed her Master’s shoes perfectly to the side – aligned side by side – with socks folded delicately over top. As she got to her feet, she slid her palms up his body – over his thighs, stomach, chest, then over his shoulders and down his arms. She unbuttoned his shirt slowly, then spread it open by brushing her fingers across his bare chest. She kissed both of his nipples, teasing them slightly with her tongue. As she slid his shirt from his shoulders, she moved around behind him, kissing his shoulders as they were bared, then his shoulder blades, and finally down his spine to his lower back. As his shirt slid down his arms, she came to her knees, and when she finally caught it, she folded it, and laid it delicately atop his shoes and socks.<br/><br/>Then she crawled around him on hands and knees, to come in front of him again. She got up to her knees, sliding his palms over the front of his pants, and undid his belt and button. Then she used her teeth to pull his zipper down. She slid his pants down his legs, kissing the toe of each foot to signal to him that she needed him to lift it, then kissing them again to thank him when she was done. As with the rest of his clothes, she carefully folded his pants, then laid them atop the pile.<br/><br/>Again she slid up her Master’s legs, rubbing her palms over his bare thighs, then carefully slipped his underwear down. As his cock sprang free, it fell across her face, and her lips caught and cushioned its fall. She slid his underwear down, again kissing each foot to signal him to raise it, and kissing it again to thank him for doing so. She got back up to her knees and kissed the very tip of her Master’s cock just once, softly, to show respect.<br/><br/>Then she got to her feet and retrieved his bathrobe. She moved behind him, and slid it up his arms, kissing his shoulders before she covered them, and slid her palms over the fabric over his shoulders and arms. Then she moved around in front of him, kissing his chest, and the very tip of his sex, and pulled the robe about him, tying the knot of the belt to hold it closed.<br/><br/>She took a step back and bowed, hands clasped in front of her. “Master, please let your unworthy slave guide you to your bath,” she asked, then she delicately took his hand, and guided him to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Once there, she removed his robe in a reverse of the previous ritual – untying the belt, kissing his chest and the tip of his cock, then moving around him to slip it from his shoulders, kissing them, then down his spine, as it slid down his arms. She hung the robe on its hook, then offered her hand to help her Master into the tub.<br/><br/>Once her Master was settled in the water, Jani lifted the tray, with the joint and an empty glass on it. “Master,” she said, softly, with her head bowed, “Would it please you to have a smoke, or a drink, with your bath? Your slave has also prepared music.” Jani gave the command, and the music began to play.<br/><br/>And when her Master was settled, Jani rubbed soap into her hands, and began massaging her Master’s shoulders as she cleaned them.