Comes to those who take it

With a chime, the doors slide open, to the penthouse foyer. Natasha pulls from her mistress with what little strength she can muster, taking you by your cold hand and guiding you inside.

The door opens to reveal a spacious, modern interior with thick, inviting cream shag carpeting, a pair of curved leather sofas and a dark wood table nestled between them an a massive, curved plasma screen TV. Opposite was a wood panelled home bar, stools in front and shelves generously stocked with liquors of all kinds behind, with the balcony just passed, a covered, built-in hot tub quickly catching your eye.

At the sight of it, it finally occurs to you that, during a long night of waking up in a filthy alley, messily gorging on a stranger, sprinting barefoot through vegetation and get hit by a car, the closest approximation you've had to a bath is a dip in the murky waters of a park pond.

You lift your arm and give it's pit a curious sniff; the rancid stink of dirt, stale blood and god knows what else has you retch, quite comically if Natasha's quiet chortle is to judge.

You look back at her as she averts her gaze in embarrassment, her cheeks red, still clinging to you hand. If she was ever aware of your stench, she did well not to show it. Perhaps she was incapable of caring now she was under your...influence, for lack of a better term.

"I assume the Pig had a bathroom somewhere in here?" You probe, emphasising the past tense.

"Oh, yes, in his bedroom; that door behind the sofa". She chirps, pointing. You nod and make you way over, your little stray quick to follow.

His bedroom was unsurprisingly gaudy and decadent, with silver silk bedding on his massive bed, likely antique furniture, another massive TV hung above on the wall between a sound system's speakers, and mood lighting that lit the place in a low, seductive crimson.

You make a mental note to gut the place at your earliest convenience as you enter the bathroom, a spacious place with a shower built into the cream marble wall. Behind it's immaculate glass door, you enjoy the hot, steaming spray against your body as you rub it down with soap, murky suds gathering around at your feet. You reach for a strawberry-coloured shampoo and squirt a dollop in your hands, rubbing the filth from the dark, messy hair that hung down your slick back when you notice the door open a crack, and a familiar looking blur through the warped glass.

"I'm not sure what your hoping to see. I've been naked all night" you declare, with an amused smirk.

An embarrased silence, then she sheepishly replies "I don't want to be too far from you, mistress".

An endearing answer, if a little concerning for the future. Perhaps your influence on her has been aggravated by their intimate foreplay during the night. Whatever the case, you may have to enforce some discipline if your going to enjoy her company in the long term.

Speaking of enjoying her company, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to indulge in a little more teasing...

"Come here, sweet thing. I can't see you properly through this glass" you insist. The blur grows larger and a little more detailed, till you can make out the black of her dress, and the soft peach of her skin.

"It's not fair you've got to see so much of me, but I've had so little of you...pull down your dress, let me see those lovely tits".

You can just about make out the dropping of black blur to what must be her waist, and the curves of her breasts. As satisfying as it is to have such an obedient pet, it isn't much visual stimulation.

"Closer..."

The blur grows larger.

"Closer..."

You can now make out the details of her face, and her long blond hair, but still not quite enough.

"Closer..." it comes out as a whisper this time. A moment later, she understands, and the glass thunks as she presses her tits against the steamy glass, gasping at the cold sensation.

Her shapely breasts make flat round orbs against the glass, dark nipples tantalisingly close. You lean in closer, and plant kisses against them. She can't feel them obviously, but the sight elicits an aroused gasp from her, and you reply with long strokes of your tongue on the glass. Your fairly certain you see what might be her hand reach between her legs as you do. Your tempted to do the same; finger your eager slit as you imagine what those sweet orbs will taste like.