I curled my fingers holding on to the tiny little ledge as tightly as I could and prayed silently that I would be able to obey my Master through whatever torture he had in his devious head. I kept my eyes glued to him while he went through the motions of cleaning up. I wanted to be angry, frustrated, or even annoyed at him for just leaving me standing there, but I got to watch him as the water ran down his body like a river making its way to the ocean. I was able to look on as his powerful, strong, hands rub every piece of his skin making sure it was clean. It was a sight I had never had the pleasure of before, I had seen him naked plenty of times, but this seemed to be different more intimate.
He looked up at me from the corner of his eye and I could see the side of his mouth raise as he
