My shower, Sarah's nap.

I decided I wanted a shower before my client arrived, and I had promised Sarah a nap. I couldn't let myself become a liar. Certainly not for something so silly. Besides, it's not like we needed to budget our time together. Sarah belonged to me forever, as far as I was concerned. At least as long as I never lapsed in her diet of cum.

"Okay, princess. Nap time, as promised." I walked to the coffee table near the center of the room and opened a side panel. It swung out like a door, revealing that the furniture doubled as a literal cage. A good one, too. It was pretty and made of actual iron. "In you go."

Sarah blinked at the cage. She'd be unable to stretch out fully in it, or sit up. She'd be limited to a handful of body positions for her nap. I could tell she didn't want to go in, but she only hesitated a moment before lowering her eyes and crawling forward.

I stopped her just as she reached the cage, to remove the leash from her collar. "Good girl." I said, and gave her a tap to get her moving again. Once she was fully inside, I closed the door and latched it. There was no need to lock it; the handle couldn't be disengaged from the inside unless she had gone in backwards. Even if she could get herself turned around inside the cage, she'd know she was just asking to be punished if she tried to let herself out.

With my pet **** safely tucked in for her nap, I made my way into my private master bathroom. I loved that my apartment had a private bathroom; so many two-bedrooms didn't. It was one of the things that had appealed to me the most. I did value my private spaces.

After the time Sarah had spent in the shower, I knew there wouldn't be a lot of hot water left for me. That was fine; I'd told her to take as long as she'd wanted. Still, it had been a very eventful day already, and the hot water felt heavenly on my skin. I sighed with delight as the steam built up and warmed the air around me. What a day. I had a ****. A real one. My cock swelled at the thought as I lathered myself up with my lightly-vanilla-scented soap.

I had to admit, the prospect of a proper **** appealed to me in a raw, carnal way. I was a very good domme. I took my role seriously. Negotiated limits, informed consent, aftercare, integrity. People placed a great deal of trust in me and I worked hard to honor that as a matter of personal integrity. Sarah, however, represented a wild card in that whole dichotomy. A null entity.

I ran my fingers along the now-hard shaft of my huge cock, carefully scrubbing the skin clean. I leaned my head back and let my long hair get soaked despite not having planned to wash my hair. I was in a good mood, and it felt luxurious. My client would just have to deal with my wet hair, I decided, since I'd rather wait a bit before blow drying it. The client, Jared, was a long-time regular; I was sure he wouldn't mind. If anything, it may actually turn out to be a kink. The guy had so many!

The water gradually cooled, so I hurriedly finished my washing, rinsing, and grooming. I was shivering slightly by the time I shut the water off. So much for luxury. I gathered up the collection of loose hair from the shower wall with a few circular motions of my hand and sighed, stepping out of the shower.

I grabbed my towel and dried off, folding a second one around the length of my hair and squeezing it gently to get a bit of the moisture out of it before striding naked into my bedroom. My outfit of choice for the appointment was a sexy nurse costume. A lot of dommes were exclusively black-leather and that was cool and all; I had a huge collection of clothing in that exact style, but sometimes I liked to wear something I knew my client would simply enjoy seeing me in. Part of it was just good business, but part of it was that I genuinely enjoyed being admired. The object of desires. I liked it when people fantasized about me, wanted me.

I was going to chain him to my cross and torment him just the same. Knowing my outfit drove him crazy was just a little treat for me.

My wardrobe actually included three separate nurse costumes, so I had options. White thigh-high stockings with little red bows, a super short, flounced white skirt with little red bows it, a white top that tied closed in the front and left my entire middle bare. I had no need for a bra, thanks to my bolted on tits, and I liked the way this fabric felt on my nipples. I put a little white hat and some red pumps on and chose a stunning red naval piercing to complete the ensemble.

Pausing for a moment before applying a bit of makeup, I checked myself out in the mirror and I almost got hard again under my skirt. Jared was going to wet himself with anticipation. I had to suppress a pleased grin to finish my lipstick.

The clock revealed that it was just a few minutes before my scheduled appointment. Sarah had had about an hour. Time to check on her.