A night fit for a master

She took his hand and escorted him to the bedroom. Carefully, she removed his shirt, then his pants and shorts. Ever so smoothly she addressed the movements because one must never chafe the Master’s skin. She motioned him to sit in another comfortable seat while she went and fetched his chilled wine and prepared a bath. She held the glass as he drank and then she oiled her hands with freshly warmed coconut oil and massaged his tired feet, his legs, his arms so flawlessly sculpted. His chest and flawless stomach. His breathing was relaxed but she saw the hint of an erection begin to build.
It brought her great joy to see the pleasure written across his face as he totally relaxed into her practiced strokes.

She paused and once more raised the glass to his lips and let him drink till he had his fill.

She led him to the bath and assisted him as he got in. The water was a perfect temperature and he gratefully slid beneath the scented water.
She wet his hair and lathered it, then rinsed and proceeded to cleanse every inch of his beautiful body. Filled with joy that she could give such pleasure to this man. She washed and rinsed him with care and then wrapped him in a warm, soft towel and led him back to the bedroom. There she dried every inch of his magnificent hair. She combed it free of tangles and braided it down his back. She then dried his body. Taking special note of his now, very present erection. A thin stand of pre-fluid flowed from him as she gently toweled his scrotum, prodding and patting all the right places.