Sarah's Morning Bath (Patreon)

Sarah loved to be clean.

It had been a habit for the last 10 years or so: she would wake up, stretch a few seconds, and then groggily walk to the bath where she'd spend some time in her bath, organizing thoughts, planning for the day, even just warming up in cold winter mornings.

Until she found that Tiny...

Since then, there has been a HELLUVALOT more mast*rb4t1ng.

She'd wash her statuary body under the gaze of her curious and very excited little man. He was FAR from being a boyfriend. She had had her share of lunatics and bad people in her life. What she needed now was kindness... and sex.

But when she had sex she also had to be in control. She always detested the submissive wife role, the trophy girlfriend or whatever men her age were retarded enough to think was all they wanted.

She wanted someone who would be hers to control, someone would would depend on her for food and safety, and in exchange for that all she demanded was his loyalty and his entire attention.

She wasn't sure about doing this, because she didn't want to give in to laziness, but after a few weeks of postponing what was now inevitable, she started to have her Tiny work for his bread. And he LOVED it!

She would get in the water, soak herself up and get comfortable. Then she would deposit her miniature friend on her stomach and he would grab a piece of sponge from her fingers. She dropped some pine scented shampoo in her navel and then leaned back with her arms folded behind her head, and watched her man do the hard work.

Tony (that was how she named him) worked real hard to please his goddess. He dipped the sponge in the shampoo she provided and then consumed a lot of energy to run up and down to the only body parts he knew she REALLY wanted him to clean, got on his knees and started to rub as hard as he could with the sponge on her sensitive skin.

Sarah sometimes closed her eyes in absolute delight, focusing on the sensation he gave her. She counted his steps every time his tiny feet made a little indentation in her skin, and followed his movements while she smiled in anticipation whenever she would guess where he was getting to.

Needless to say, Tony had two main objectives: he started by soaking the underside of her round and large breasts, then walked between them and rubbed the sponge (and his erection) against the soft skin of her cleavage. Once on top, he would soak just one part of the boob and then use his body to rub and stroke. The challenge was always to get to her nipple before he would slide down, sometimes he didn't even get there but it was fun and exciting to try, and Sarah laughed whenever she would feel him fall to the side and a loud "splash" would break the silence.

He would climb back from her stomach and laugh too.

The next part was the nearing the end of the bath session.

Sometimes she couldn't hold herself and just commanded him "Enough with my tits, Tony.. do my pussy now."

She blushed when she was so direct with him but something in her felt alive after all those years. She wouldn't give this up for any other man.

When she would see him turn away from her and walk toward her pussy, she would sometimes mouth silently, secretly.... "I love you..."

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-Tony

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