" You wanted me to be a slut," I blinked at him, not really understanding. "Your negra whore, that's what you said, Master." In the bedroom," he agree.... "Other places, sometimes, but not always and that's not what I mean." Oh." I wanted to touch him, but I didn't, we just stood close together. "What then?" Just a little modesty," he repeated, and I didn't think that was much of an answer at all. "Wash me now."I didn't understand what Mr. Reiser was trying to tell me and I wondered how he could. When I did, she asked me if I was willing to give her the OK for whatever might happen. I thought about it, and I told her to go for it," he explained, looking David in the eyes, looking sincere in what he was saying."So you'd have no problems if we actually did anything?" David asked, feeling very self conscious."Absolutely not! But let me tell you something, the only reason why I don't is because I trust you so much. Up until now we've had a rule, we can share, but never do anything without. I help you into the tub and wash your back and wash your hair. Your eyes are closed as I am washing your hair and you get all tingly as I rub your scalp. I instruct you to shave your legs while I go get you a glass of wine. I leave the wine with you and let you finish your bath. You call me when you are done with the bath and I give you a towel for your hair and help you out of the tub. I use the towel to pat you dry and rub warm lotion on your back. I massage lotion onto your legs and you. Then, Mistress locks up Ashley's ankles to the top right and top left corners of the cage. She is attached by all limbs now in her little prison. Arms behind her head as she lays on her back, her white panties covering her ass and pussy, which are otherwise presented straight at the armchair. Ashley has never felt like this before. She feels helpless and restrained. On display, for god-knows-who is watching. Mistress sits down in the armchair. She looks relaxed and excited. "That's a beautiful.