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Of mice, men and submission (1)

Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Chasingshadows, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

almost any guy. I can’t have myself. I can’t stand myself. They released me. I knew I hadn’t won, that I wouldn’t get away. “You may go take your shower. Wash your hair. You’ll find everything in there”; and he nodded towards the shower. Freckles held on to my hands just a second longer. As he let them go, he said, “You’re incredible beautiful. There is no reason to hate yourself so much.” The fact that he seemed to understand so well what was going on the inside of me made me even angrier. I stepped into the shower. There were shower gel, shampoo, hair conditioner; all of an expensive brand. The whole place smelled of money. I was used to the smell of it, but not to having any. Where the hell was I? What would happen next? I would hang in there and not give in. This was like a competition. I had always liked sex, but it had often disappointed me. A part from the time with Tom. I had ended up comparing it to sports. Enduring, hanging in, pushing further. And then winning. As long as I could keep the right distance and master my mind, I would be able to do it, whatever 'it' turned out to be. And then go back home, put my sweater on, hide under a blanket; and forget. As usual. But this was not as usual. Where was I? What the fuck was this about? Why did it turn me on so much? The warm water helped me release some of my tension. I felt sore and tired. I washed my body, my hair. Was I being prepared – but for what? Why me? Why go through all the hassle? I couldn’t make head and ... tail of this. There were enough pretty, willing and sexy women on the market. They didn’t need me. And Tom? What was his part in this? Would I see him again? And when? I stepped out of the shower. Freckles stood and wrapped me into a towel, then did the same with my hair. It felt good to be covered. The towels were soft and warm. They had me sit in a chair. I pulled my legs up and hugged them, leaning my head on my knees. There was a silence, a break that was more than welcome. Then Freckles started to dry my hair with the towel and brush it. He got a hairdryer from a drawer. He seemed to be used to taking care of hair. His touch was soft; there was nothing that reminded me of the slap he had given me. All was soft and warm. When he was done, Blondie had me stand up and take the towel off. I was naked before them, again, and all the warmth left me. I wanted to hide. He got a tube of lotion and started to put it on my skin, from my back down to my feet. It was a real treat, almost like a massage. The lotion was nice and rich, and I could feel how it penetrated into my skin, how it left it softer. But there were also his hands, visiting, exploring. It was like a massage, but it didn't make me feel relaxed. I didn't fight him, only backed away a couple of times, mainly checking his reaction. When he was done, he handed me a bundle of clothes. “I guess you’ll prefer getting dressed yourself,” he stated. I did. I undid the bundle. There was a black dress, shoes, a black lace bra. ...