No

Shaking your head you reach out and close the door. Confusing Garmen and reliving Willow. "I think Willow here has earned a bit of privacy.

Do you have anything inside we could use?" Willows trembling eased a bit, relived by your mercy. Garmen thought for a moment before answering. "There is a bathroom on the second floor you can use. It'll take a few minutes to gather up and warm the water.

It's a bit old fashioned, no magical junk to warm it for us." Nodding your head you take Willow upstairs to look for the bathroom while Garmen gathers a few slaves to prepare Willows bath. As you walk Willow leans her body a bit closer to yours. "Thank you." Spoke the blue haired girl softly.

Reciprocating you squeeze her shoulder a bit before speaking. "Trust is a two way streak you know. There will be times where you must do what I ask without question. And you may not like it or be humiliated by what I ask of you. But I will not act without reason."

Your words ease Willow a bit as she seems to understand. "Though Had you refused me earlier I would have been forced to drag you out there as punishment." Willow let out a small squeal at the implication. She could only imagine how humiliated she would have been if you had dragged her outside for all the world to see her in all her natural beauty. You stifle a laugh as you feel her body grow ridged in fear.

After a few minutes of looking you and Willow find the bathroom. It is decently nice. No mold or mysterious stains at least. "In all honesty it could have been worse."

You tell Willow. "Is this room bad?" Willow askes confused. Looking down at her you raise an eyebrow. "Well it is not exactly great.

You Faeries live in the woods right? Have you ever....I mean....is this the first time you have seen a bathroom?" Willow nods her head. "Faeries bath in rivers and lakes my lord. We never really had a need to make such things."

Willow explains calmly. "Wait so.....you would skinny dip in a lake to clean yourself?" Willow seems confused at your words. "I-I'm sorry my lord but....what is skinny dipping?"

"It is swimming in a large body of water with no cloths on." You explain plainly, unsure as to why you would have to explain something so fundamental. "Um....I am sorry my lord but I thought that was just called bathing." You stifle a groan for a moment as you quickly realize that there is a bit of a cultural difference here that you must figure out. Before you can try and figure anything out Garmen and a few muscular slaves show up.

Willow jumps in fear and quickly runs into your arms, seeking coverage more than comfort. Tears well up in her eyes as the male slaves eye her hungrily. Wrapping your arms around her you move both her and yourself out of the doorway so they can enter the bathroom. They carry enough hot water in rather large wooden buckets that the tub is filled in one go.

"There you are young master. I am sure the little miss here will find it quite comfortable. There is soap in the cabinets and fresh towels below them. Have fun and please take your time. Doing whatever you wish to do."

Garmen says, implying something other than you simply washing your slave. The group of men leave, though the slaves walk as slow as they can, wanting another peek at Willows delicate body. You wait for them to leave, not wanting to give them another peek at Willow, before you take the small blue haired Faerie into the bathroom. Closing the door you turn around to see the steam rising from the water. Willow is already at the tub, peering into the steamy water curiously.

Silently you gather the soap and a few washing rags. As you near Willow she turns to look up to you. "Um.....m-my lord....m-may I ask something?" Willow askes. "You just did." You jest.

Willow looks hurt and looks away from you, clearly thinking you were more upset than you actually were. "Hey, look I was just kidding. Go ahead ask away." You say trying to sound as sincere are you could. Willow timidly looks back to you, sifting in place as tries to muster up the courage to speak once more.

"W-what is happening to the water?" Willow asks, looking at the steam that rose above it. This surprises you a bit as you would have thought a River Faerie would know all there is to know about water. "You don't know about steam?" Willow shook her head from side to side.

"It happens when water is hot. Steam is water that is evaporating into the air." Willow looks back to the steam with keen interest. "I thought River Faeries were experts in all things water related." Willow looks back to you, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge.

"W-well we know about it's magical properties and how it communes with nature. But we don't have a hot lake were I come from. I've never even heard of such a thing." Faeries were nature based creatures so this really shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did. You had heard that all their cloths were even made up of leaves and flowers.

Sitting on the edge of the tub you feel the water to check the temperature. "Ah just right. Come here. I think you shall enjoy this." You cup your hands together to gather water in them.

As Willow stands in front of you, you pour the water onto her chest. Willow moans in pleasure before falling to her knees, surprising you. "Um....did you like it?" You ask, taken aback by Willows reaction. She nodes her head shakily.

"Y-yes...it felt....g-good my lord." Willow says looking back up at you. Her blush darkens but you also see something else in her eyes. Was it desire? Perhaps she was just shocked over the new sensation.

You couldn't imagine never taking a hot bath before. "Do you want to wait a few minutes for it to cool down. If your not used to it-"

"N-no!" Willow interrupts, surprising you even more. This girl was afraid to speak let alone speak over you. Willow realizes what she was done and immediately looks away from you, fear in her eyes. "I-I-I'm sorry my lord! P-please...I...I don't....I-!"

Willow stammers out, more fearful than ever. You quickly lean down and embrace her, not caring that the front of your shirt is getting wet as it presses against Willows. Stroking her head gently you do your best to calm the Faerie down. "Shh shh it's okay Willow. You don't have to be afraid."

Willows trembling body calms down after a few moments as does her erratic breathing. "Good girl. Now why don't I help you in the bath while it's still warm okay?" Willow nods her head a bit more enthusiastically than you would expect. Perhaps she was excited for her first ever warm bath.

Standing up with her you keep a hold on her as she raises her leg into the tub. As her feet sink into the water you hear Willows breathing pick up. Was she panting? Soon her other leg joins the first and she stands in the tub. "I'll hold onto you and lower you down. Will you be okay?"

Willow nods her head into your chest. "P-please my l-lord.....might I have a m-moment?" Willow asks, almost pleading. "Is the water too hot? This is her first warm bath but the water is not that bad."

You wonder as your confusion over Willows reaction to the bath persists. "Okay.....sure." You say as you stand there holding Willow close. You had been taught in the art of training slaves for years and yet you were confused as to how to handle this situation. Willow rubbed her head and breasts into your chest as if she was some sort of pet showing her master some affection.

This was odd for the timid girl you had met earlier who begged you not to look at her. Her translucent wings, which had been buzzing wildly every time she had gotten nervous, now sunk down her back calmly. After a few minutes you begin lowering Willow down into the warm water. She follows your lead and her breathing intensifies the more her body is submerged. As her lower half is completely submerged in the warm water Willow you worry that Willow might be hyperventilating.

But as you pull her away from you that theory is proven wrong in the best way possible. Willows expression is one of pleasure. Extreme pleasure. Looking down you see Willows legs are spread in the warm water. You would have expected the shy girl to keep her legs closed tight until you made her open them.

"Okayyyyy I think she like warm baths. Perhaps more than anyone should." You think to yourself before taking a cup that sat next to the tub and filling it with the hot water. Without thinking you pour it over the pleasure filled Faeries head, soaking her hair in it. Willow lets out a loud moan, surprising you once more.

Willow smiles. Though not a sweet one. It is a smile you have seen may times before. One filled with lust and pleasure. Before you can comprehend what you had just done, or what Willow had, the young Faeries hair begins to change color.

Her sky blue hair darkens until it is an equally bright crimson color. Her dark violet eyes brighten until they seem to almost glow a darker pink. "What in the-!?" You stammer out before Willow falls down into the tub submerging her breasts before they float in the water. She splashes you a bit, wetting your cloths even more.

Not that you care at the moment. Willow looks up at you in lustrous need. Her eyes screaming for satisfaction. An amused grin graced her tender lips. "Won't you join me my lord?" Willow asks as she presses she chest out and spreads her legs, giving you a good view of all she had to offer.