"JULIA DARLING, my back needs washing."

"Oui, mon cher Maitresse."

Julia, beautiful in her French maid's outfit, descended to her knees at the side of the tub. She was careful to keep her legs apart as she leaned forward to wash her Mistress.

Alison sat upright in the bath, the large foamy bubbles adhering to her shiny wet breasts and arms. She had been thinking of the upcoming golf match, for she had drawn Meranda as her partner, which made her very nervous.

Finally relaxing, Alison arched her back like a cat being stroked as Julia began rubbing her in broad circles with a soapy loofah. Alison's skin glowed a shiny wet pink as her slave poured water over the delicate bumps of her spine.

Julia slowly worked her way forward, soap bubbles clinging to her arms.

"Mmm, nice," said Alison dreamily as Julia began to soap and caress her breasts. She leaned back in the tub to allow her slave better access. Beneath the foamy water, Alison's hand slithered down her belly to her Mound of Venus. She made a mental note about the rough stubble she felt there, before sliding a wet soapy finger surreptitiously between the soft cleft of flesh below. Alison could feel the heat of pleasure slowly building as Julia washed her breasts, lingering overlong on the hard pink nipples.

"MMMMmmm," she purred.

Internal fires were stoking and running hotter. Twinges of pleasure were beginning to pulsate in Alison's abdomen as synapses fired off signals of desire needing satisfaction.

She sat upright in the tub. Julia immediately backed away and knelt, head down.

"Enough, my pet. Fetch me a towel and the razor."

"Yes Maitresse," Julia complied. Her ankle hobbles jangled as she rose to her feet and stepped daintily across the room. She returned with a large soft bath towel and a wicker basket holding a safety razor, talc, bristle brush and jar of shave cream.

Alison rose from the water with a swooshing sound, foam and water droplets splattering all over her now kneeling slavegirl.

"I'm wet," she stated flatly.

Instantly Julia rose to her feet and gingerly patted her Mistress dry with the soft fluffy cloth. She resumed kneeling as she reached her Mistress's waist. Alison placed one leg on the edge of the tub. Her wet sex was at Julia's eye level. Keeping her eyes demurely downcast, Julia wiped the soap and water from Alison's leg. Slowly she ran the towel around her Mistress's thigh, careful to dry the back of the crooked knee before descending down a shapely calf to a foot. Julia dried the space between Alison's toes before placing a tender kiss on the smooth instep.

"I have stubble," came Alison's voice from above.

"It will be my pleasure to shave Maitresse," whispered Julia. Her soft French accent was honey. She dipped the shaving brush into the water of the tub, then worked up a lather of shave cream. The brush left swirls of scented shaving cream on Alison's tender flesh. Instinctively Alison moved her hips forward as the badger haired brush tickled and stroked her labia.

The first delicate stroke of the razor revealed glistening skin. More strokes, more skin. In a few unhurried moments, only a few dabs of shave cream remained on the fleshy triangle at the base of Alison's midriff. Julia rinsed the razor in the bath water, then raised her eyes back to the smooth female flesh before her.

With the skill born of much practice, Julia carefully began to remove any traces of stubble from the sensitive skin between Alison's legs. When done, she carefully took a clean face cloth, and first wetting it in the tub, lovingly wiped away all traces of the shave cream from between her Mistress's legs.

"I'm still wet," breathed Alison, her voice husky. "Dry me now."

Julia reached for the towel.

"No."

Julia dropped the towel, and slowly leaned forward. Her breath was hot against Alison's tender sensitive flesh. Julia's cheeks puffed out as she blew ever-so-gently on her Mistress. She could smell the musky perfume of passion as she leaned closer. Julia felt fingers curling in her hair, drawing her face close. Almost of its own accord, her pink tongue darted forward to touch Alison's lower tongue.

"Ohh!" moaned her Mistress at the touch. "Ohhhh!"

Julia smothered her face in Alison's honeyed musky flesh. She sucked on her Mistress's clit, drawing the pink rosebud from its hooded hideaway. Moving lower, she parted Alison's hot swollen labia with her tongue, exploring the hidden crevices and folds, reveling in the taste of a woman in heated passion. Julia pressed on the clit with her nose as she pushed her tongue inward, lapping at precious fluids and Africa-hot skin.

Alison, lost in pleasure, was barely aware of the jangle of chains as Julia raised her hands. The touch of her slavegirl on her ass cheeks, made without permission, nevertheless felt wonderful. Julia pulled her Mistress's coral cleft closer. Slowly, carefully, she trickled a finger along the hot flesh separating the twin globes. Her Mistress's moans filled her ears, the heady musky taste of woman, so hot, so moist, tantalized her taste buds like the finest cognac. Julia bravely continued her exploration of the sensitive flesh until her finger touched the puckered mouth it sought. She swirled her finger around in a lazy circle, teasing the tender bud which seemed to beckon further exploration.

Fingers clenched tightly in Julia's nut brown hair, Alison jerked the girl's face away from her burning flesh.

"How DARE you!" she bellowed, furious. Instantly Julia dropped her hands to her own lap.

"Maitresse, excusez-moi, je vous desire avec tout..." the slave girl stammered, English forgotten in her panic.

"Get in the bedroom," commanded Alison. "Now!"

"Oui Maitresse," moaned a panicky Julia as she slunk away on all fours.

Alison stormed from the bathroom, a trail of wet footprints and soap bubbles marking her path. Julia was on the bed, kneeling, her head pressed hard against the mattress. Looking left, then right for the nearest whip or belt, Alison leaned forward and delivered a smack to the upraised bottom. A handprint glowed pink as she smacked the other cheek.

"Slut! I should sell you tomorrow!" stomped Alison, each word punctuated with another slap. "How! Dare! You! Touch! Me! There! Without! Permission!"

"Maitresse, je regret! I'm sorry!" bawled Julia. Her ass glowed fiery red. "Forgive me your worthless slave, I love you so much! Je t'adore, Maitresse! Je t'adore!"

Her fury abating, Alison brushed her hair back from her face and surveyed her crying slave. Julia's face was pressed down into the blankets, her sobs muffled by the cloth. Her hands were by her head, her bright red buttocks raised high in the air. Alison could see that her slave's pussy was very wet. She gave Julia a final slap, lighter than the others.

"Oh all right," she said. "Get your sorry little ass down from there."

Julia scrambled off the bed and threw herself at Alison's feet. She smothered the toes with tear soaked kisses.

"I am so sorry, Maitresse!" she pleaded between kisses. "I love you Maitresse!"

Alison let her slave grovel for a few moments. Finally tiring of the whining, she ordered Julia to bring her the travel bag. Her ass glowing like a stoplight, Julia crawled over to the closet where the bags had been placed. Taking the bag's handle in her teeth, she crawled back doggie-style to her Mistress. She placed the bag at Alison's feet, and meekly lowered her head.

Alison fished around in the bag until she found the item she wanted. Pulling once again on her slave's hair, she raised Julia's face to where she could see it.

"Open" was all she said. She pushed a leather ball into the wet cavern between Julia's teeth. Alison drew the leather straps over and behind the girl's head, buckling them in place. Satisfied everything was secure, she stepped over to the bed and sat back.

"Satisfy me," she directed.

Julia had played this game before. Eager to please, she crawled toward her Mistress's open legs. The black rubber penis protruding from the front of the gag bobbed as she raised her head.

Alison sighed at the first touch of the hard rubber against her inner thigh. Reaching down, she ran her hand over her slave girl's head, the hard leather straps of the gag providing a harsh contrast with the luxuriant softness of Julia's hair. Alison placed a hand on either side of Julia's head and guided the girl forward to where her internal fire burned.

Pressure of the penis against her clit wrung a soft moan of delight from Alison. Using her hands as guides, she raised and lowered Julia's head, the action causing the rubber penis to rub up and down against her female orifice. Her clit grew hard, the bud of flesh bursting forth from the hooded folds of skin.

"There!" she gasped, rocking Julia's head from side to side. Knowing her Maitresse's pleasures, Julia allowed herself to be easily manouevered. When she sensed Alison's pleasures growing, she began to move her head in a concentric circle, never ceasing the pressure against Alison's clitoris.

"Oh!" cried Alison. "Now!" she demanded, the fires of her passion enveloping her.

Julia inhaled her Mistress' musk as she began to work the dildo into Alison's hot wetness. She rubbed the tip of the rubber cock against the petal like folds of flesh that led into the hot wet core. Feeling her own needs growing, Julia snaked a hand between her own legs and began to massage herself. The rocket blast of pleasure that swept up through her belly at the first touch caused her to thrust her head forward almost involuntarily.

The dildo plunged deep into Alison's burning vagina, Julia's nose pressing against the swollen clit.

Alison gasped her pleasure as she felt herself so suddenly being filled.

"Sure Julia's sometimes impudent, but damn! she is good!" were Alison's last thoughts as she surrendered herself to pleasure.