A dense fog rolled in off the ocean, obscuring my view.  Thick was the fog, and a smell came with it, the smell of power.  She was here.

    I fell to my knees, my pants getting wet in the ocean waves.  I bowed my head in submission.

    Her voice, when she spoke, was ambrosia.  "Why are you here, Bobby?" She appeared before me dressed in a billowing white gown of gossamer silk. Gentle and powerful, soft and firm, warm and cold.  She was all of these things, she was everything.

    I was not surprised that she knew my name.  I knew she knew why I was here as well, she just needed to hear me say the words.  The legends were true, I realized, as I knelt there in the ocean water, the soft sand pressing against my calves.   She had to be invited into someone's home willingly, and only willingly could she take someone as her own.

    "Collette, my dear sweet Collette," I choked on the words.   Tears streamed down my face, tears of joy, of completion.  I was crying with the knowledge that I had at last found what I had been seeking.  Happily I continued, "I am here for you.  To be yours, now and always."

    Her smile was warm, her full lips deep red and moist.  Her eyes were glowing in a soft, radiant light.  "Take my hand," she whispered into the misty air.

    I reached up and took her proffered hand, lacing my fingers into hers. Her grip was firm, her skin warm to the touch.  The fog surrounded us, rolling in in thickening blankets, obscuring everything from view.  My world became a dream, a silent, empty void where only the contented feeling of being accepted remained.  My chest filled with pride, my heart was warm in the happiness that followed Collette's acceptance.

    I was hers.

    I was happy.

    Collette spun me to face her.  I stared into her deep brown eyes, getting lost in the depths of her soul that was revealed to me in that deep gaze. Her eyes were warm, yet they hid an underlying secret. A hidden well of unrevealed thoughts and feelings.  Collette released my hand and gently cupped my chin in her warm palms.   She placed a tender kiss on my lips.  I could taste the souls of countless thousands in that kiss.  I could feel the heat that those souls generated.

   The kiss burned, a pleasant heat that spread from my lips down to my chest, warming me in the chilly, fog-filled air. We held the kiss, time passing in immeasurable leaps.  I could feel myself becoming part of Collette, melding our souls into one.   Soon, I realized, I would be part of the countless souls I had felt in that initial kiss.  I would be one with Collette.  With her always.  I kissed back, our tongues snaking playfully into one another's mouths.  Her lips tasted sweet, intoxicating.  I found myself becoming lost in that deep, passionate kiss.

    Our tongues continued dancing; teasing, tantalizing strokes deep within the mouth of the other.  I could taste a faint flavor of blood wine as my tongue trailed along Collette's teeth, the taste was exquisite.  Collette pushed her tongue firmly into my parted mouth, pinning my tongue with hers. I submitted to her tongue's command, laying my tongue against the floor of my mouth.  She held my tongue firm.

    "Look at me." The words came to me in a whisper.

    I opened my eyes, confused at how she could have spoken with her tongue holding mine in silent supplication.  I stared into those deep orbs as once again soundless words filled my head, "you are mine, now."

    My eyes replied in shock as I voiced my answer with my thoughts, "yes, I am yours."

    Collette's beautiful eyes smiled as she took complete possession of my heart and soul.

    Breaking the kiss, Collette turned me away from the breaking waves of the beach.  A wave of her delicate hand and the fog began rolling back to sea. Before my eyes a huge castle appeared.  Strong stone walls appeared reaching out to large cylindrical towers.  Small, triangular flags flapped in the ocean breeze, sounding loud in the cool air.  A huge drawbridge lowered, covering the gap of the deep moat.   Collette gripped my hand and began leading me towards the towering building.

    "Last chance," her thoughts drifted to me on the ocean air.   "If you cross the threshold, there will be no turning back."

    Smiling, I pulled her towards her home. We crossed the draw bridge, our heels clicking noisily on the wooden planks.  I stared at the beautiful artistry of the stone work of the castle, enamored by the highly detailed work.  The castle was the home of a Goddess, and the workmanship reflected that fact.

    We crossed the threshold, hand in hand; Collette now leading me into her home.  I watched amazed as candles lit themselves as if by magic as we walked down an elaborately decorated corridor.  Glancing behind me at the sound of the draw bridge raising itself, I was equally amazed at the candles that extinguished themselves when no longer needed.  Even the inanimate objects around the castle bent to the powerful will of the lovely creature walking beside me.

    We came to a huge, red carpeted stairwell.  Ascending the stairs we arrived at the upper landing that ran the length of the castle.  I could see dozens of doors, each closed to my gaze.

    Collette spoke to me again, softly, "behind each door is a different pleasure, or a different torment.  In time we will try them all."

    I looked into her eyes, captured by the warmth and intelligence they revealed.  I smiled again, a warm gesture of acceptance.

    And with a firm grip on my hand, Collette pulled me towards the first door. With the same magical force as before, the door opened by itself. The room was dominated by a large bed, draped in maroon satin sheets.  Two dressers sat on the floor on opposite sides of the bed, standing a silent vigil over the king-sized bed.   The candles of the room snapped into flaming brilliance, dancing happily in the warm room.

    We entered the room, the door sliding shut behind us.  Collette released my hand.  I stared at my now empty hand, and I felt a lingering burning, as if she had become part of me physically, not just emotionally.  Losing that brief contact caused me to feel a slight pang of loss.  I continued to stare at my hand when she spoke again, her words filled with passion, "strip, my pet."

    I dropped my hand and looked into the beautiful face of the stunning woman that stood across from me.  Without hesitation, I began removing my clothes.   I doffed my pants and underwear in one quick motion.  I pulled my shirt over my head.  Standing nude I gathered my clothes and placed the garments on the right hand dresser.  I turned to face Collette, holding my hands calmly at my sides.  She had never seen me naked, but she had seen my soul.  I had nothing to hide from this wonderful creature.

    "Now, my sweet," she smiled at me warmly, "tie yourself to the bed. "I crossed the short expanse of the room to stand by the bed.  I stared open-mouthed as four cuffs appeared magically from the corners of the beds. The leather cuffs were attached to solid looking chain links snaking from the cuffs to affix themselves to points unseen.  I crawled onto the bed and spread my limbs, reaching them to the four corners.  I was not surprised when the cuffs slithered towards my expecting wrists and ankles.  I took in a deep, soothing breath as the cuffs attached themselves to my limbs.

    My eyes widened when the chain began retracting, tightening the bonds that now held me firmly to the large bed.  I pulled against the bonds and found myself to be held firmly.  I was now part of the bed, held firm.  I was not going anywhere until Collette so desired.

    "Now," her soft words spoke to me, "I hope you are comfortable.  I promise you, I will have fun."  She was smiling at her words, playing with me as she spoke.  Teasing me with her smile, taunting me with her beautiful eyes.

    I watched in rapt attention as Collette dropped the flowing white gown off her shoulders. She stood before me, a vision of beauty.  Her breasts were perfect, swelling delightfully from her chest.  Her legs were well toned, muscular and soft.   I could catch a glint of moisture hidden in the brown tufts of pubic hair at the apex of her thighs.  Her brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, surrounding her beautiful face in gossamer frame.

    Collette stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at my bound form.   I had become excited staring at her enticing body.  I wanted her, needed her. My desire for her, for the legend of her had brought me here in the first place.   Now, I could not hide my desire.  I felt complete, finally reaching home after a long and fruitless trek.  I was hers, and I was whole.

    Her beautiful eyes bored into my soul.  She smiled as she read the happiness that my soul revealed.  Her eyes were a window into my very being, and I would never close that window to this delightful woman.

    With a smile on her face, Collette climbed onto the bed. Her weight caused me to shift in my unyielding bonds.  I watched as she inched her way from the foot of the bed to rest between my widely parted thighs.  She ran her hands up my thighs, each hand trailing along it's own leg.  Slowly she traced a path from my calves, over my knees to my thighs.  My cock throbbed in anticipation.

    Collette's lovely face lit up in a bemused grin.  She was enjoying the responses my body showed to her tantalizing touch.  Her fingertips danced light caresses along my waist and hips.  She was watching me, staring at my face.  My eyes were closed, my lips parted slightly.  I was breathing heavily, concentrating on her delightful touch.  I was waiting, throbbing in need.  Still, she teased, playing her fingers along my legs, waist and hips, evading my erection, ignoring my balls.

    My hips began twisting in need.  Yearning to have her caress the part of me that she had thus far avoided.  My breathing became heavier, turning to moans.  "Please," I groaned, desperate to feel her touch.   "Please."

    She pulled her hands away from my body.  She rested there, between my thighs, watching me.  My hips still bucked slightly, rotating, twisting.  My eyes remained closed, my breathing ragged bursts of anxious moans.  Still, she watched, enjoying my responses to her loving caress.

    I opened my eyes, finally realizing that she had stopped rubbing my body. A soft groan escaped my lips, a shudder shook down my spine.  I stared into the beautiful, deep eyes of Collette, getting lost in her gaze. I felt myself falling, spiraling downward into the burning furnace of her soul. Spread as I was, my arms open wide, I welcomed the depths that I was falling into.  Yearning to be part of her, for now, forever.

    She wiggled her beautiful body upwards, straddling my chest.   Slowly working her body upwards until the soft tufts of her pubic hair rested inches from my face.  I could smell her arousal, the musky, heated scent of her desire.  I grinned happily, realizing that I was the cause of that desire, that I had been accepted.  That she wanted me, as much as I wanted to be hers.

    That fact, playing around in my head caused me to ejaculate. Uncontrolled passion, brought on by the simple fact of being accepted.  I closed my eyes, embarrassed by my lack of control, hanging my head slightly. Collette smiled at the humiliated look on my face, "I am glad I affect you so, my sweet."

    I opened my eyes, my face still inches from her moistness, her smell still strong.  I looked up her body to stare into her eyes once again. "Thank you," I whispered. I was relieved that Collette understood how she made me feel,  how it was that I could not live without her.  We had just met in person only thirty minutes earlier, but still she knew.

    Collette trailed her hand down my chest, reaching behind her.  She pressed her long finger into my warm seed.  Using the digit she began writing on my stomach.  Spelling words out with my ejaculate. P...r...o...p...e...r...t...y   she wrote. O...f...C...o...l...l...e...t...t...e.  Property of Collette she wrote with my semen on my stomach.  I could feel the heat of the fluid burning into my skin, searing me.   Branding me.  I knew that the feeling of that brand would never leave me.   I would forever feel the presence of those words, Property of Collette, burning on my stomach, searing my soul.

    I began crying then, soft, gentle sobs.  Tears of unbelievable happiness, of finally being where I belonged.  Years had I searched for this woman, and now, being marked as hers, I cried.  Releasing the emotion of the moment through my sobs.  Elation filled me, happiness consumed me and tears was the vessel of that release.

    Collette pulled her moist finger up and pressed it to my lips.  I opened my mouth to gingerly suck on the offered finger.  I could taste myself on the digit, the salty, warm taste of my ejaculate.  I wrapped my lips around her finger and gently sucked on it. Like a baby sucking on it's mothers nipple, I took comfort in the act.

    Collette pulled her finger from my mouth and once again ran the slender digit into the remaining pool of my semen. She slowly fed me, dipping her finger in my seed and playing the slender digit inside my mouth.  I sucked affectionately on the finger, licking it, biting it softly, playfully.   She smiled at me, a warm, caring, yearning smile that showed promise and delight.  I loved that smile, loved being the cause of that happy look that adorned her beautiful face.

    Pulling her finger from my mouth Collette grinned at me, "pleasure me, my sweet."

    Her words were kind, soft, sensuous, but there was still that underpinning of power.  She was used to getting her way, confident.  I watched with nervous anticipation as she climbed up to a kneeling position. With a strong lunge Collette planted her moist sex against my face, pinning my beneath the fragrant, wet flesh.   I lay there, my arms pinned wide, my legs spread taut and reveled in the first taste of this magnificent woman.

    I extended my tongue to probe the silken folds of her pussy. The lips were soft, delicate petals tasting of Ambrosia, the drink of the Gods.  My vision was limited to the tangled tufts of dark brown pubic hair.  Slowly I tickled my tongue along the soft flesh of her wet pussy.  Lightly I toyed my tongue along the flesh, tasting her, pleasuring her.

    I opened my mouth a little wider to pull the flesh into the warm cavern of my mouth.  I inhaled her scent, breathing in the intoxicating scent.  The smell empowered me, aroused me.  I became erect again, throbbing.  I oscillated my mouth, massaging the flesh filling my mouth with the powerful actions of my jaw.   Drawing in a mouthful of her delicate folds I closed my mouth, trapping her nether lips in my own lips.  I held the skin softly in my mouth.  Slowly I shook my head from side to side, tugging the lips with
my mouth.

    I could hear her above me, muted slightly by the beautiful thighs pressing into the sides of my face.  She was breathing heavily, moaning and thrashing lightly.  Her body shook slightly, as her breathing quickened. Still I held the folds of her pussy in my mouth, and still I gingerly shook my head.  I began pulling the lips further into my mouth, extending them, warming them.  When they were fully extended, I released my grip, slowly letting them slide from the cavern of my mouth, peeling them from my lips.

    I repeated my massage of the folds.  Over and over, savoring the taste of the moistness that ran into my mouth.  Finally I trapped the flesh of her sex into my mouth.  Holding them there, I began tickling the flesh held in my mouth with my tongue.  Stroking and teasing the flesh.

    She was moaning louder now, thrashing in delight and ecstasy. I could feel the pressure of her thighs increase along my bearded face.  Her breathing quickened, becoming raspy gasps.  I continued probing her moist folds, pressing my tongue as firmly into the dark cavern of her pussy.  I licked as firmly as I could, rapidly running my head up and down trying to deliver the pleasing strokes to as much of her tasty flesh as I could.

    Collette gripped my hair, pushing my face firmly into her sex.  Her fingers snaked into the thick mass of my hair, pulling on my scalp.  I hissed, sucking in a sharp intake of pain.  My breath exploded into her sex, bringing new sensations to her already oversensitive pussy.

    I moaned in delight as her body shook in the pleasure I was bringing her.  Realizing that I was the instrument on which she took her pleasure made my erection throbbed harder.  My hands flexed, opening and closing in the vain attempt to reach my throbbing cock.

    Holding my head firmly against her wet sex, Collette continued bucking above me.  I alternated licking her, then plunging my tongue as far as I could into the cavern of her pussy.  Removing my tongue I exhaled a breath of hot air on the overheated flesh.  Then I would repeat the pattern, all while Collette continued gripping and tugging on my hair, pulling it firmly.

    I flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth between the spread lips of her pussy, massaging the flesh with the firm muscle of my tongue. Collette's moans of pleasure echoed through the small room, bouncing off the walls. Her thighs were squeezing my face now, holding me trapped with my tongue buried deeply into her pussy.  I continued to play my tongue back and forth, oscillating it in rapid waves.  I was pinned by her thighs, unable to pull my face from her wet sex.

    My nose was buried into the curly patch of pubic hair as my mouth was planted firmly against the moist lips of Collette's pussy.  I was kissing her nether lips with my own, a kiss that melted me to my soul.  A burning that tingled my lips.   Her taste was on my tongue, a musky, sweet taste that would linger on my mind for weeks to come.

    I could still feel the brand on my stomach, the sweet words that she had written with my spent seed.  I could not see the mark, my vision limited to the smooth transition of pubic hair to soft, milky skin; but I knew it was there.  It belonged there.

    Collette was bucking in pleasure on my face now, shouting my name in a loud, passionate voice.  I could hear the words drift to my covered ears, and the sound was music.  Her bucking hips pulled my trapped face off the pillow of the bed, and just as rapidly lowered me back down.  Up and down the pleasure racked body of Collette pulled me, her thighs still holding my face gripped firmly.

    "Bobby," she shouted again, her hands once again pulling my hair painfully, erotically. Collette held my face forcefully against her wet sex as her orgasm shook her.  She was moaning in pleasure as goose bumps raced down her arms, chilling her, causing her body to escalate into an even higher state of arousal.  Her breathing was coming in quick, noisy bursts as her body shook in orgasmic bliss.

    Collette released my hair, allowing my head to once again drop to the surface of the bed.  I took in a deep breath, drawing the smell of Collette's arousal into my soul.  The smell was intoxicating.  I exhaled the breath against Collette's sensitive skin and she shuddered slightly.

    "That was wonderful," she breathed down at me, still straddling my face. "Thank you!"

    "You are welcome, Collette," I began straining my neck to stare into her beautiful brown eyes.  I smiled at the lovely woman and asked, "can I do that again?"

    She stared down at me, her beautiful smile growing into a huge Cheshire grin, "of course."

    I smiled back, happy that I had pleased her, and even happier that I earned the privilege of pleasing her again.  I had sought her out, willing to give myself to her, body and soul.  The deepness of her eyes, and the delight in her smile removed any doubt that I may have made a mistake.  I was here, willingly, of my own accord.  Even tied as I was, strapped spread-eagled atop the red satin sheets of her bed, I was free.  Free to be me, free to love, and with that freedom, I gave myself away.  I had offered myself to this woman and she had accepted.  I was free of regret as well.

    I was whole.

    Pulling my gaze from the rich depths of Collette's eyes I lowered my face to once again pleasure her.  Her scent was as intoxicating now as when we had started, a musky odor that tickled my soul.  I extended my tongue and thrust the firm muscle into the widely spread lips of Collette's dripping sex.  She tasted as wonderfully exhilarating as she smelt, and the taste was divine.

    Closing my eyes, I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could. Holding my tongue firm, planted deep with the warm confines of Collette's sex, I shook my head slightly.   The whiskers of my beard tickled her thighs as my tongue shook violently, being gripped by the tight muscles of the hot cavern.

    I curled my tongue upward, probing the moist interior of Collette's sex, reaching, tonguing, probing, tasting.  I moved the stiff muscle of my tongue in ever larger circles, striving to taste every inch of the delicious flesh.

    Muffled as it was, I could hear Collette's breathing begin to escalate as my tongue continued it's exploration.  My hands closed into tight fists as they longed to reach out and massage the beautiful swell of Collette's breasts, to lightly caress the hardened nub of her nipples.

    Folding my tongue upwards again I trailed the stiff muscle, pulling it towards my open mouth, scraping the sensitive flesh of Collette's pussy.  I felt her shudder in pleasure filled delight as my tongue continued it's adoring caress.

    I kept my tongue planted inside the tight confines of her sex as I began panting hot blasts of air out of my open mouth to stimulate the engorged lips of Collette's pussy. Each blast of hot air caused her to twist her hips seductively, a sign that I was pleasing her.  My wrists were pulling against the bonds that held me, straining as I was to bring my hands up to fondle Collette's warm skin

    I started pistoning my tongue in and out of Collette's pussy, fucking her with the firm muscle.  I would shove my tongue in as far as I could and on each outward stroke I would exhale violently.  Over and over I would repeat this cycle until once again Collette shuddered as a delicious orgasm swept through her tantalizing body.

    I kept my tongue extended, savoring the delicious taste of the fluids that drained from Collette's heated sex.  She sat there, her thighs pinning my face slowly catching her breath.  "Delightful," she said as she slid her body down my stomach.  She came to rest between my tightly tied thighs.  My cock was bouncing, throbbing with the beat of my heart, begging for attention.

    "Would you like me to take you into my mouth?" Collette asked me coyly. She rested her hands on my thighs, lightly stroking the skin of my legs.  My hips were twisting, my need strong.  I nodded my response, afraid of my own voice.

    "Perhaps," she teased me. She lowered her face to blow a cool jet of air onto my erect penis.  She giggled as she watched my erection bob up and down of it's own accord due to the pleasing burst of air.  Collette kept blowing cool burst of air onto my cock, playing with it, teasing me.

    I was moaning in frustration.  My wrists were pulling against the bonds that held me, straining, struggling.  My fingers flexed in frustration, opening and closing; gripping empty air.  My moans turned into grunts and groan.   "Please," I whimpered.

    Hearing my whimper, Collette smiled.  "I love that sound, Bobby.   That desperate 'please, I'll do anything whimper.'"  She lowered her mouth to envelope my cock.

    I groaned, louder.  My hips jerked up in response to the delightful feeling of Collette's warm mouth wrapped around my cock.

    Collette pulled her mouth off my penis.  "Hold still, Bobby," she scolded me in a playful tone. "I will not keep you in my mouth if you move. Do you understand?"

    "Yes," I whimpered again, my voice desperate.

    Collette lowered her face to once again take my cock into her mouth. She kept a firm grip on my shaft with her lips as her tongue stroked lazy lines up and down my turgid penis.  I was moaning in delight, fighting to stay still.  My wrists were hurting, pulling on the bonds that held me firm.

    "Please..." I whimpered.

    Collette was watching me; her eyes smiling.  She held my cock in her mouth, stroking me lightly with her tongue.  Her eyes were looking at my face.   My eyes were closed, my face contorted into a rictus of concentration.  I whimpered again, "please."  My voice was weak, childlike.

    I sounded lost.

    I desperately wanted to move, to thrust myself upward, to increase the stimulation I was feeling, but I knew the consequences.  If I moved, I would receive no pleasure.  I was a prisoner of my own lust.  A prisoner of lust, but a captive none the less.  It was either this delicious torture, teasing denial, or nothing.  The choice was mine to make.  As long as I held still I would continue to savor the delicious feeling of Collette's warm mouth enveloping my cock.

    "Collette," I whispered, the desire crackling my voice.  And once again I could only plead, "please."

    Collette began pulling her head slowly from my body, scraping her teeth along my erect shaft. I groaned with pleasure, struggling to hold still. She plunged her face down, once again enveloping my erection.  Slowly again she trailed her teeth up my shaft.  Time and again Collette performed this teasing, pleasure-filled ritual.

    Moaning loudly, I ejaculated again, filling Collette's mouth with my seed.   Collette kept her mouth locked firmly on my cock until I was fully spent.  Holding her mouth closed she climbed up my bound body to press her lips to mine.

    I kissed her back, pulling my sperm from the warm confines of Collette's mouth.  I tasted myself, swallowing this gift that Collette gave me.  I stuck my tongue into Collette's mouth, probing, cleaning all traces of my semen from Collette's delightful mouth.

    She kissed me back, using her tongue to play with mine.  Our mouths intertwined, becoming one.  She closed her mouth on my tongue, biting softly, passionately.   I held my tongue still, capitulating to the desires of the beautiful woman lying atop my bound form.

    "Very good," Collette breathed into my face, slowly pulling away. I played my tongue around the inside of my mouth swallowing the last vestiges of my seed.   The taste was heavy on my tongue, strong and musky.

    "Now," Collette said standing above me, "I think I need..." She trailed off, leaving the words unspoken.

    She slowly began untying my limbs from the bed, freeing me from the bonds that had held me captive for so long.  As she released my arms I began flexing my wrist, working out the strain of my captivity.  When my last bond had been removed Collette bade me to stand.

    Still nude I stood beside her, awaiting her guidance.  She ran her hand through my hair, forcing my head up.  She gripped my hair and held my head facing the ceiling, baring my neck.   I watched as she brought her head in and kissed the nape of my neck where the brown tufts of my beard ended.

    I braced myself, I knew what was coming.  The validity of the rumors had already been proven.  I could feel my heartbeat pound in my exposed throat. Collette leaned forward and lightly licked my throat.  The feel of her tongue aroused me, sending electrifying bursts of energy through my body.  I shuddered as goose bumps raced down my arms.

    Finally, the bite came.

    The sharp point of Collette's teeth penetrated the skin on my neck.   Two small puncture wounds formed that opened up a path for Collette to feed.  I closed my eyes.  I could feel the hard tips of her teeth inside of me, within me.   The pain was intense, and I reveled in it.

    My neck was throbbing as Collette began to feed off of my blood.  My very essence was being pumped into the hollow tips of Collette's teeth.  She drank deeply, satisfying herself.

     It was that realization, the fact that this remarkable woman that had her teeth planted within my body was satisfying herself that made the pain tolerable.   No, I realized, more than tolerable, welcome.  I welcomed the pain with open arms, savoring the throbbing discomfort as Collette herself was savoring this gift I willingly gave.  I would gladly accept any discomfort for her to feel as wonderful as I did in my heart.

    I smiled, beaming with pride.  Once again I felt accepted as Collette drank, accepting my offering, accepting me.  My decision to give myself to her was once again proving to be the wisest decision I had ever made.

    The pain grew as she continued to feed.  I felt weak, tired.   I opened my eyes as Collette removed her teeth from my neck.  I smiled warmly at her as I whispered, "thank you."

    She smiled back, my blood running a lazy rivulet down her face.   "Thank you as well," she told me a smile forming on her lips.   "That was wonderful."

    Hearing her words I felt my strength returning.  Her welcoming praise lifted me to new found heights.  Nodding slightly I replied, "you are welcome."

    "Now," her eyes were glowing with abundant happiness, "I need a bath."

    Taking my hand Collette led my naked form to the adjoining room. Releasing my hand Collette whispered, "draw me a bath."

    I bent over the tub and turned on the water.  I set the temperature to a very warm temperature.  I reached to the side of the tub and poured in a dollop of white gardenia bubble bath.  Wonderfully fragrant suds began forming in the water, frothing lazily against the sides of the tub.  I watched the tub fill quickly with water.  Once full I shut off the water and turned to face the naked form of Collette.

    "Your bath, Ms. Collette," I said, extending my hand.

    She took my hand and I escorted her to the tub.  She stepped into the water and I used my hand to help lower her into the warm water.  Her delicious breasts bounced on the surface of the water, tantalizing me.

    I released my grip on her hand.  She looked into my face, staring at me. She smiled a wonderful, captivating smile.  She had already captured me, that smile, however would have been enough to ensnare me if I had not been captured already.

    "Now," she said to me still smiling, "bathe me."