There was something about this man that had captivated her from the moment he had picked her up from the stairs.  He had soothed and nestled her to him, speaking in that trained gentle way.  She was his, it wasnt clear if either of them realised this yet, but in her heart and in her mind she would do anything to please this man who was beginning to show her she could be an amazing person.  She was falling for him...<br/><br/>She stood slowly, the water cascading from her body as she reached for the towel.  She shivered a little, but it wasnt cold, it was pleasant, she was growing aroused, the idea of being shaved was beginning to get to her in a way she ahd never known possible.  He was teaching her so much, she would forever be in his debt.  And chains...<br/><br/>She padded out into the main room and carefully cleared the top of the coffee table.  She placed the towel over the top and then laid back on it.  She placed her feet on the end, knees together and bent, looking up at the ceiling as she wondered what it would feel like to be hairless and what he would do to her afterwards...she was beginning to learn that everything that happened here seemed to flow from one to another almost seemlessly like a well written sonata, moving between movements without a hiccup...<br/><br/>