An intimate shower

Master yawned. “It’s getting quite late. I think it’s time to wash up and head into bed. Have you ever washed yourself in a human bathroom?” he asked me.

“I… I don’t think so. Actually, I think I have never really washed by myself, I was just hosed down by the guards…” I told him.

“Well, though not unexpected, that complicates things.” he sighed, my ears drooping as I made my master problems. “I suppose I will just have to show you how to do it, but I don’t really have the nerve for that today. Come, Kitten, we’ll just wash up together.”

He gently put me down and rose up himself, taking hold of the leash he attached to my collar. I was led through the house and upstairs where we arrived in a room that was both very similar and very different from what I knew.

It was a rather spacious, brightly lit room with a nice, opaque window, so nobody could see in. The floor, as well as the walls, were covered in earthly-coloured tiles, which gave it a nice, homely feeling. There was a sink with cabinets below and beside it and a mirror above it as well as what looked like a sink so big that a human could fit comfortably inside it on a wall and some kind of glass cubicle in a corner. There also was a toilet and metal holders with big, fluffy towels on them.

“That’s a shower, it’s much like somebody hosing you down.” Master said, pointing at the cubicle. “And that’s called a bathtub, but we’ll do that another time” he added, pointing to the oversized sink.

He unclipped the leash from my collar. “I want you to step into the shower, face the wall and stay that way until I tell you otherwise.” he ordered me in a dominant voice, sliding one of the glass panes aside.

I did as I was told, his tone made me shiver with submissive delight. I was still naked except for my collar and washing with a collar on was just normal to me. My ears flicked back as I heard the ruffling of clothes behind me, but I didn’t think much of it. I had been naked for most of my life, it was just normal for me. If I felt anything, it was curiosity. I had never seen a real naked man before, merely pictures when told us that men are built differently from us.

Only as the sound of master’s steps calmly approached me, I began to get nervous. I was very much aware of my purpose here. That I was naked was normal, but master? No, humans didn’t get naked normally. But that was just because he didn’t want his clothes to get wet, right? Or…did he want to take me now? He had just collared me and given me a new name, so maybe he’d want to mark every part of me as his…

Before I could think any further, my nervously swishing tail connected with something that had not been there before and I let out a little yelp.. Masters hands were suddenly on my shoulders as if to hold me in place and prevent me from turning around. But I never intended to, master had given me an order, after all. He seemed to notice that, humming contently at my reaction.

“Good girl.” He praised me, rubbing my shoulders. “I told you to face the wall because I don’t want you to see what I have between my legs just yet, that shall remain a surprise for when I finally claim you.”

I shivered. Master didn’t want me to see? Did that mean that he not wanted to take me yet? And, more importantly, what exactly was he hiding? I knew that body modifications had become very easy and accessible, with genital modifications being especially common among masters. Just what kind of dick did master have?

Once more, master interrupted my thoughts before I arrived at any conclusion: He bent forwards, his large body almost entirely covering my small frame, yet barely touching me. He lifted one hand from my shoulders and reached down to turn a faucet affixed to the wall. Water began to drop down from a metal construction on the ceiling (I later got to know it as a showerhead) right on my back. Beginning as a small and cold dribble, it quickly swelled to a stream.

I wasn’t bothered by the cold at all. In fact, I was really happy that it wasn’t as cold as I had expected it to be, since master appeared intent on washing my hair and I had still remembered how cold I was on the drive to the **** fare. But then. The water. Warmed up!

It felt good! Not quite as good as master petting me, but still very nice and relaxing. I don’t know why I was so surprised at the warm water; I suppose it just never occurred to me that one could wash up with warm instead of cold water. We demis weren’t worthy of such luxury anyways, but of course, humans wouldn’t wash with cold water, that would be ridiculous. At this moment, I was very happy that master had decided to shower with me, as I could experience the first warm shower of my life that way. I had no doubts however, that I would have to use cold water to wash up in the future again, I was just a filthy demi, after all.

“You like it?” master chuckled at my delirious expression in face of the warm water.

“I – I like it very much, master. Thank you for your kindness…” I replied, squirming with the warm water cascading down my body.

He moved his hands from my shoulders into my hair fanning it out about my shoulders and back making it soak in the water. “I like your hair, Kitten, it’s nice and long and thick” he hummed in approval.

I flicked my ears. Did he really like my hair? It was the only part of my body I was proud of. Of all my sisters, I had the most luscious and long hair, cascading down about 2/3 of my back when dry and almost reaching my butt when wet.

From a holder on the wall, he grabbed some lotion and filled his hands with it. It smelled sweet and flowery; I couldn’t imagine him using something so feminine to wash himself. Either he had bought it in anticipation of getting a new ****, or it was a leftover from one of his previous cats.

He combed through my hair with his fingers, spreading the lotion and ever so slowly getting closer to my ass. Though he had bought me hours ago and I had been naked the entire time and he even had me on his lap, he had not groped me in any manner. Neither my breast nor ass nor any other part of my body like my thighs or stomach. I had assumed that he just wasn’t interested in me, just like all the other men. But feeling something hard poke at my butt and smelling a male musk in the air, maybe he had just been holding back? To gain my trust and make me more docile?

His fingers brushed the base of my tail and a shiver ran up my spine. A cat's tail is different from a dog's and even from her ears. Though it feels very similar, it is much more intimate for us to be petted there, since we can move it and use it to express ourselves. Most people knew this, a lot of them just didn’t care.

But not master. No, he had moved his hand gently down my back so I knew perfectly well where it was and could get used to the thought of feeling it on my tail soon. And when he actually touched my tail, his grip was just strong enough to manipulate it while still being as soft as possible. Once he was certain that all the fur on my tail was wet and covered in lotion, he moved on to my ass.

My ass certainly wasn’t a very nice or round one, and yet, master made sure to knead it thoroughly, much more than would be necessary just to wash it. I couldn’t suppress a cute squeak when he pulled apart my buttocks. His fingers moved around my holes, making me moan at the unfamiliar feeling. A fingertip pressed against my sphincter and with a little pressure, his finger sank into my tight hole to the first knuckle, thanks to the shower lotion and the warm water.

Involuntarily, I clenched down on the intruder, not used to having something shoved up my ass. He wriggled his finger around a little, apparently approving of the tight fit. But I didn’t exactly dislike the feeling either…

“A really nice hole you have there, I think I will be using that a lot” he whispered into my ear with a voice that made my fur stand with excitement. Seemingly ****, he withdrew his finger.

Groping and washing me at the same time, his hands moved from my thighs to my hips and belly and finally my chest. He tried his best to knead my breasts as he did my ass, but where it was difficult with my butt, it was outright impossible with my chest. He soon discovered however, that I had rather large and overly sensitive nipples. A fact that he used to make me moan for him for quite some time.

Finally, he had arrived back at my head. There was almost no lotion left, but he didn’t need any, there was enough in my hair. At first, I wanted to protest. The top of my head was a difficult thing to wash, if one didn’t know what to do or wasn’t careful, I would get water into my ears which would pain me for days. The guards hat taken care of this problem by telling us to cover our ears when we were hosed down, but I couldn’t do that now, I was not allowed to touch my ears.

My worries were unfounded, however. To my surprise and delight, master knew perfectly well what he was doing, carefully washing my head and even the outside of my ears without getting even a drop of water inside them.

When he was done, he quickly washed himself with another lotion that smelled much more fresh and manly. He then stepped out of the shower, and I could hear that he had taken two towels and probably wrapped himself in at least one. He still had not told me to turn around though, so I was still facing the wall.