A little more bonding before bed

***Authors not: Make sure to also check out the previous chapter, I expanded it quite a bit!***

Master draped a towel over my shoulders and wrapped my small body in it, the towel much larger than necessary. It was the big fluffy one! Master held me under my arms and lifted me up, only moving a step before gently setting me on my feet again. He had turned me around, so I assumed the order to face the wall void and looked at him.

He had a towel just like mine wrapped around his hips, though it looked much smaller on his big, muscular body than it did on me. I was a little disappointed that I still couldn’t see his cock and looked around instead. The small towel that I had seen earlier was on the floor below my feet, directly in front of the shower. Maybe it wasn’t a **** towel, but something to prevent slipping? No, that couldn’t be, I wasn’t deserving of a nice, big, fluffy towel. It had to be for me, in the future.

Master patted down my body with the towel, gently drying me off as he did so. Once he was done, he had me sit on a stool to dry and comb my hair, occasionally petting my ears while he was at it.

“I… I can do that myself master, i – if you want.” I blurted out, unsure why master was doing all this for me.

Sure, I had never used a human bathroom before, but I most definitely knew how to dry my skin, fur, and hair and I knew how to use a comb! A **** should be cleaning her master, not the other way around!

“Hold still and let me take care of you, Kitten.” he said calmingly as he continued his ministrations without missing a beat. I froze in place immediately.

I was used to others doing what they wished with my body, including cleaning and dressing me as they saw fit. The breeders, the guards, and even the human ****-women at the fare. But what master was doing was somehow different. It wasn’t just that he treated me far better than a demi-**** like me deserved. Though I had never experienced it, it wasn’t uncommon for a **** with high potential to be treated better than others in order to increase their value, I had seen that in some of my sisters.

No, the difference was that he seemed to care about my feelings, though I didn’t understand why he would do that. He meticulously watched my reaction to everything he did and altered his course of action accordingly. If he noticed that I didn’t like him touching an area of my body, he would move on as quickly as possible. If he noticed that I enjoyed having my tail brushed, he would spend more time on it. And soon enough, he had me purring in delight under his skilled fingers.

“I thought cats didn’t like to be washed” he joked with a wink at me.

“M – maybe they just don’t like water and lack such a kind master that dries them off” I dared to reply.

Master looked at me for a moment, Then, he began to laugh.

“Yes, that may just be the case.” He said, patting my head. I perked up and nuzzled into his hand, purring happily.