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Instructions for Slave Part 5: My Lovers in the Womb a collaboration (Calamitygin, Goldenmyst, and Riotgirl)

I prepare Dove’s bath with care as Mistress Jen asked, but also in thanks. This Dove brings out a strong desire in me to nurture and care. She is a rare flower, and I have plucked her from the home of her garden. I add soothing scented oils and light candles to relax her. I have not been alone with this lovely creature. I wish to make her as comfortable as possible. She has given me her most precious gift. I want to handle her with delicate care. She walks in..a vision.  
  
“You look delicate, like a sparrow. Tell me what’s your name little bird?”
  
Mistress has told me to bathe. She had told me Slave would be preparing it and see to my every need. But I did not expect the events of the day to rush back to me all at once. I feel heat creep into my cheeks. I have trouble meeting his eyes. But Slave’s demeanor is so gentle.  
“My name is Cassandra. And what do I call you here?” I am still unsure of how to behave and my role in this place.  
  
“My name is John. My precious Cassandra, how did it feel to thrash me? Did it thrill you as much as it did me?”
  
My heart flutters with the memory and I smile slowly. A foreign feeling washes over me, but my voice escapes in bursts.  
“It was different. Strange and new and wonderful thrilling. How do you feel about it John? about me being the one to swat you?” I am amazed at my words, but they come easy around this man.  
  
Cassandra. Her words inspire tender feelings of how she so willfully smacked me. My mind flashes the adorable determination in her chin. I struggle to hold back amusement that this small woman made such scarlet imprints on my masculine frame. I smile. “For me too my darling one. Your paddling made my body sing to your whacks. The arousal was all consuming. The heat of your hands upon my flesh was a feminine arson. But tell me this. Did I fulfill your expectations as your first? Did the pleasure outweigh the pain for you my darling?” I hoped so. This fairy had given me her virginity. The value of the gift was priceless.  
  
My blush deepens and I can feel my body thrumming at John’s reminder. But I see there is only wonder in his question, no manipulation or agenda. Our conversation was becoming quite lively and intimate.  
“Oh, oh yes John! I was afraid. I didn’t know what to expect. You made me feel so safe. And it was more than I ever imagined. The pleasure outshone the pain so that even the memory has dimmed from my mind.”
  
“I feel your words deep in my heart. I remember the throb of your core enveloping me with womanly heat. To know that my flesh filled you with a desire which overcame the pain fills me with joy. That you felt secure in our merging makes me happy beyond words. Though you were shackled you drove me like a stallion into your field of plenty. If it be thy will I shall bathe you and bring deep peace to your body and soul?”  
  
I study his eyes for a moment. I see he wants nothing more than to make me feel home. Bring me comfort. It feels wonderful. I feel a sense of peace wash over me, I nod. “Yes. If that is what you desire, then I would love to have you bathe me.”
  
My precious Cassandra steps up to the tub and her expression has softened. She smiles warmly. I put my hand on her knee. “Now I’ll prepare you for your bath. You must be fresh for Mistress. First I must undress you”. I help her out of her white cotton summer dress, lifting it over her shoulders. My appreciation of her beautiful body cannot be hidden from my eyes. But Cassandra’s smile blossoms like a rose. I slip her panties down to the floor and tell her to step out of them. She daintily steps out of them and I place her clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. “There is something subversive about your nudity which makes me feel excited. Does being nude excite you?”
  
I have escaped so easily into this paradise. I am naked in front of this new man and enjoying his gaze. I had never even touched a man before.  
“You’ve stripped my clothing and left me bare. I stand before you open and vulnerable. Something that once frightened me. I look into your eyes and I see tenderness and respect. I see myself as you see me. So to answer your question, yes. What once frightened me now excites me.”
  
My hands brush against her breasts like tender green leaves. I look into her oceanic eyes. I gaze past the windows of her soul into a realm of light and mystery. I see eternity reflected in her pools of aqua. Tears form in her eyes. Little pearls of her life water well from her jewels. Unabashedly I kiss them tasting her salty residue. My face slides down precipitously and my lips meet hers.
“I see courage in your nakedness. You stand triumphant having overcome your fear of laying aside your clothes. You are my heroine. The tub is full.”  
The room is filled with steam and we both catch Cassandra's blurry form reflected in the mist covered mirror on the wall. I can tell she sees how beautiful she looks. She shimmers with a new sense of self in her mirage state. She takes my hand in her dainty grip, dainty hands that just hours before had given me such pleasure. I had felt all of their power in her spanking of me. But here, she felt like a priceless fragile treasure. My heart fills with love as I help her into the steaming tub. She sighs as the hot water envelopes her. I beam. I ask her to kneel. She kneels in the tub. I rub the soapy rag into her moons gently squeezing. She moans into the heat of the water that penetrates her tender sex. Her nipples harden with pleasure. Cassandra breathes deeply the warm misty air and I see she feels at ease.  
  
I smile sweetly as John’s words wash over me, warming me in ways the water does not. The warmth of him and the water has assuaged any doubt that I am not where I belong. I am home. I feel dizzy and brave, letting myself give in to every sensation. “What did you think when she brought me to you? How did you feel about it? About being my first?”
  
“I felt you were my Botticelli Venus who emerged from the canvas alive and breathing as Aphrodite incarnate. And when I was your first I’d opened the most sacred tabernacle. The fiery tongues of your treasure box licked me into euphoria”.  
I ease her body supine in the tub. My hands hesitantly cup Cassandra’s breasts. Her nipples thicken beneath my fingertips. At the apex of her mounds, her blood red cherries stiffen exposing her arousal. Her celestial figure reclines in the tub with her cherubic lips parted in a sigh. Candles glow with flames dancing. The candlelight casts her form in ethereal luster. Her pastel cheeks are angelic, as her azure eyes gaze up at me. Her ochre curls cascade down her bird delicate shoulders. Her creamy hills are capped with rose buds. Threads of water trace lines across her mounds which glitter gold in the candle light. Her rosy cheeks are aflame with passion. The blush of maidenhood is painted across her scarlet body.  
“When I get bathed I feel like I’ve returned to the womb. Do you feel nurtured and protected by me in the bath?”  
  
My eyes close for a moment. Inhaling deeply to clear my head.  
“I feel nurtured and safe, yes. Oh John, i have so many questions. you love your mistress, And she you. What is my role here? Where do I stand? Who am I to you? To her?”  My eyes flicker open, locking onto yours and I once again allow fear or uncertainty to shine through.  
He looks at me with reassurance. “You are in the Garden of Eden once more. There is much to explore. But know that you are loved. You are right to ask those questions my darling. I do love my mistress. She truly loves me. You are the beloved apple of my eye in our church of desire. We adore you as our maiden whose heart we cherish. Let not your uncertainty inspire doubt. You are cared for and cherished by both of us. That is sure as the sun rises in the east.  
  
I enter the bathroom and am breathless at the lovely scene before me. Slave was washing Dove with care. She looked stunning..Her long hair piled up on her head. Wet curls hung close to her cherub face.  Her cheeks blushed from heat. The water in the tub came just below her raspberry nipples. The soft round of milky breasts seemed to float in her bath. John was washing her tummy hands dipping far down into the soapy water. He had to be very close to her pink cunny. They were chatting away and stopped when they saw me in the doorway.  
  
They looked like children that had been caught trading deep secrets. I could not hold back my grin. There has been a true union. And I am quite pleased. It was my hope that they would get to know and care deeply for each other. I had faith in John to ease any doubts or fear our little Dove might have left.

“Oh my loves! You two look so beautiful in this haze and flicker of candle light. I take it you have gotten to know each other much better.”  
I walk to John scoop my hand behind his head and give him a long penetrating kiss. “Has he taken good care of you Dove?”

“Oh yes...John has made me feel very comfortable.”

“John? My darlin Dove. We address each other by title here so we know who is Mistress and who are my Slaves. In private, during casual talk, you may address each other as John and Cassandra. It must be that way so the echelon remains defined my darlin. Yes...I do use his name some. But we have a union deeper than marriage. I own Slave. He has given himself to me, just as I told you it would be here.”  
I see Doves eyes water as if she feels she has disappointed me..

I go to her. “My darling. Don’t think another thing about it. You will learn.” l lean over and kiss her Cupid's bow lips. “It has been quite the day for you. I would like to slide in behind you and hold and pet on you kitten.” Dove’s tears are replaced by a smile. Her devotion shown bright in her blue eyes.  

“Thank you Mistress.” she smiles.  

“John, undress me.” John slides my black silk robe down off my shoulders. He unlaces my corset and I take a deep free breath. The corset falls forward and my full round breasts fall free from the constraints. Dove is watching me in admiration and I give her a wink...she giggles. Slave asks me to sit as he slides off my stiletto boots. I unsnap my garters as Slave oh so carefully takes off my stockings. I stand and he pulls down my garter belt and G string. I am now naked. I take Slaves hand and pull it to my pussy. He squeezes my mound and slips a finger inside. “Feel how much the two of you excite me. How wet I am. I couldn’t have designed two more beautiful Subs.” I let go his hand and his finger slides out. I put it into my mouth and suck.  
“Now, help me step into the tub. Dove scooch forward. I am going to slide in behind so that I can hold you between my thighs. And wrap my arms around to hold your stunning tits darlin.”  

“Yes Mistress” she says with excitement. I slide in, my legs cradling her. Her bottom slid back to my pussy spread wide from my legs open so. She lays her back against my tummy and breasts. I kiss up her neck and reach around to fondle her gorgeous tits. I twiddle her nipples between fingers. She exhales deep and sinks into me. I reach down into the water and spread her labia. Then with index and middle finger begin to rub gentle circles around her clitoral knot. Her head falls back on my shoulder and her hips move into my stroking. “Slave you may sit over there and stroke yourself if you are aroused darlin.”
John goes to his chair. From my peripheral, I see he is masturbating. I circle faster. I feel Doves hips push up into my stroke...she is breathing heavy. “Come for your Mistress sweet Dove.” Dove’s hands go to her tits and she massages then pinches her nipples. Her thighs shake. And suddenly, she cries out. “Oh. Mistress, I’m cumming...now!!”  
I kiss her neck and just use the lightest touch. I slip a finger inside her to feel the contraction from orgasm inside her pink cunny. She contracts with sweet beats.  

I hear John exhale deeply. I catch his eye as his hand slows in movement. And then he stops. He smiles at me. Dove smiles.

“My Dove. You have completed our family. Thank you. We will keep you and cherish you always.”
 
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
Published | Edited 4th Apr 2016
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