The Bathroom

You call me into the steamy bathroom.
“emily where’s my towel.”
“Here Mistress.”
I reply holding up the soft towel to You as You step out of the shower. I try to keep my eyes lowered respectfully. Not straying on Your lovely soft body without permission.
“emily ?”
“Yes Mistress ?”
“Look at me emily”
“Yes Mistress ?” I whisper looking into Your eyes,
Are they sparkling with mischief or irritation ?.
“Did you look at my body without permission again emily.”
I redden with embarrassment, but also with desire & nervousness.
“Mistress....”
You keep looking deeply into my eyes. I remember well the six strokes i received for looking at You without permission. And the six strokes i got for trying to fib the last time You asked. And the additional 20 strokes i got for not looking, not being compelled to gaze at your loveliness, or at least trying to fib that i wasn’t.
“Stop squirming emily”
“Yes Mistress.”
“So were You looking emily?”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.”
“Thats ok emily, sometimes i want to give You something to think about in that tiny cage of Yours emily.”
“Yes Mistress.” i whisper in discomfort now
“And stop squirming emily, if you can sissymaid....”
“Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress”
“Go and make me some fresh coffee emily & then you may clean the bathroom.”
“Yes Mistress, thank You Mistress.”
Curtsy Mistress
emily