Still sitting with her legs splayed open and concentrating on cleaning the insides of her thighs, she jumps and nearly falls off the stool when Tom's voice softly says, "I see you didn't want to listen when I told you not to clean yourself there."
Reflexively clamping her knees together she looks up to see his smiling face gazing down at her from the doorway. Startled and embarrassed, she slaps the washcloth over her lap and brings one arm across her breasts to cover her nipples. "Oh! You scared me! Please close the door, I'm going to the bathroom."
"I know. I watched. You didn't really have to go, did you? You just wanted to wash yourself." He accuses, "Well you might as well finish now that you started. George just called and said his car won't start and he had to call a wrecker. He told me the garage said it will be two or three hours before it's fixed. I told him it was important to come on anyway, but he wouldn't listen. He said that if it's not fixed by seven-thirty tonight, he'll get a cab and be here around eight. I'm sorry, I know you were anxious to get this over with, but it can't be helped. So now you can take a shower instead and really get clean."
Blushing at his admission that he actually watched her trying to urinate, she stammers, "You've been there that long, watching me? Why? I was going to the bathroom."
"Why not? I watch you eat and drink. If you're going to be my slave and property, why shouldn't I watch you doing anything else? See, that's another aspect of being willing to do anything for me that you're not ready for. In fact, it's a central important part. Look at you now. You're covering yourself to hide from me. Why? Don't you think I got a far better view of your lovely vagina when I was kissing and licking it? Now, see if you can put that washcloth away, spread your legs and clasp both hands behind your neck."
Humiliated once more, Alicia hesitates and then slowly puts the washcloth on the sink, exposing her still tightly closed genitals. Shaking, she raises her hands until they are level with her shoulders and then suddenly drops both arms to her sides with a sob, "I can't!" she cries as she drops her head to her chest and tears begin to drip onto the tops of her breasts.
Kneeling on the tile in front of her, Tom gently grasps her knees with both hands, "Now Sweetheart, don't cry. There's nothing wrong. I know it's hard! But you're so lovely; I want to look at you all the time. I'm so glad and proud of you and happy that you even let me be a part of your life that I can hardly stand it. When we're apart, all I do is think and fantasize about you and dream about being with you." Finishing with a crackling in his voice.
Looking up at this statement, Alicia is startled to see tears welling in his brown eyes. Why, he's crying! Why is He crying? I'm the one he's humiliating! I'm the one sitting here naked!" she thinks to herself.
Asking these questions over and over to herself, the answer suddenly comes, "He's afraid! He's in love with me and is so afraid that I don't love him enough to endure these tortures he's putting me through that I will leave him! My God! He doesn't understand how much I love him back."
At this realization, she blushes once more and determinedly raises her arms to clasp her fingers behind her neck and slowly slides her knees widely apart. Arching her back and shoving her pelvis forward towards him to present both her breasts and genitals, she can feel her labia parting and exposing the pink inner lips to the air and his view.
"There! I did it! I actually managed it! Is this all right?" She asks hopefully, looking up to see him gasp.
"Oh Yes! Darling! A thousand times yes!" he chokes and then drops his face on the top of her spread left knee.
She can feel the dampness of tears smearing the lower part of her thigh as he continues to kneel silently. A breeze from the heat vent caressing the open inner flesh of her vagina sends a bolt of cool sensation through her as she finds herself once more sexually aroused and wet.
"He really thinks I'm beautiful this way. He's not doing this to be mean or cruel; he really wants me to submit to these things. I'll show him how beautiful I can be! I'll prove to him how much I love him and will do everything for him!" she thinks.
After several minutes, Tom raises his head to look into her glowing eyes as she nervously says, "You were right Darling! I really didn't understand before. I do love you so and want to please you any way I can. I'll do whatever you want, if you'll just tell me how to make you happy?"
Adoringly, he raises up to softly brush her lips with his own. His clothes rub roughly against her bare skin but the brief chaste kiss isn't sexual at all. Incredibly, it imparts a deeper sense of love and devotion than many of the long open mouthed passionate kisses they've shared before.
"You're so wonderful!" He says with a still shaky voice, "Thank you for being you! There's still one thing you don't understand. I'm the one who has to make you happy, not the other way around. If you really want to please me, you have to learn to be happy doing it. I'll try my best to teach you, but you must be getting uncomfortable. Let's go back in the living room."
Taking her by the hand, he leads her back to the living room and to a large overstuffed armchair. Silently, he indicates for her to sit and then gently places her wrists behind her neck and lifts each knee over the chair arms so that she is once more in the position he asked her to take on the stool in the bathroom.
"Lean back and relax your legs, Darling, and I'll try to explain what I was talking about earlier. Are you comfortable?" he asks as he goes to sit on the couch across the room.
"NO! Not at all! Tom this is so humiliating and embarrassing. Please?" She starts.
"No, I didn't mean that way." he interrupts, "I meant physically. Your arms or legs aren't cramped or stiff? Your neck, back, breasts or bottom aren't stretched or pinched? If they are, adjust yourself so that you are relaxed and comfortable. We've got almost four hours before George gets here and I want you to be as rested and ready as possible. Meanwhile, I'll try to explain more about how I feel and want you to feel. I believe that you have a naturally submissive personality. You've said that you've fantasized about being controlled or dominated. Is that right?"
"Y-yes, I think so. I'm always trying to please everybody. I'm compulsive about minding my folks. At school I work hard to please my teachers. When I go out with friends I almost always go along with what they want to do rather than insisting on what I want." She answers.
"Exactly! And when you are doing all these things other people want, it makes you happy?" He asks.
"Yes, it does seem that way. Even when people don't appreciate what I do for them, I still feel better. It's when I do something wrong or am not able to help them that I feel the worst."
"Right! With that nature, you fantasize about being dominated by someone who will tell you what to do all the time so you don't have to make decisions about how to go about pleasing them. Isn't that right?" he speculates.
"Yes it is. I've just never thought about it much, I'm always too busy trying to do things for people. Besides, I'm so practical that I don't believe that people can really control others that way. Slavery isn't exactly legal or normal any more." she answers.
"I think a large part of your problem stems from all the confusing rules society and everybody else places on you. If you work at pleasing one person, you sometimes displease others and this keeps you frustrated. Everybody is subjected to these pressures all the time. They are ingrained in us by our parents, friends, schools, laws and the culture itself.
There are so many conflicting demands on someone as submissive as you, that often they go through life frustrated and depressed all the time. In fact, I believe those types of conflicts are a major contributor to suicides.