She tries not to

“I don’t know. I never considered myself a person that focused on looks before,” I said. But part of that was changing. Even if barely. Her hair was so perfect. By comparison I felt like my hear was a matted dead rat sleeping on my head. I felt gross. I wanted to match Celeste. “But I would like my hair to be more like yours. It is so amazing.”

Celeste looked up in thought for a moment. “I guess that is enough for now. Let us get you cleaned up!” She grabbed my hand and led me to a room next to Sofia’s workshop. It was a giant bath that she began preparing for me. There was even a bed so I could lay down in the tub as she began working on me.

It was heaven. Warm water surrounding me while I just laid limp and Celeste began scrubbing me all over. She did spend an unnatural amount of time on my hair but I suppose that was as one might expect given how unnaturally beautiful her hair was. I was jolted up when I noticed metal touch my leg.

“What was that!” I shouted. Looking at her, I saw she was holding a razor and a trail of blood was sliding down my leg.

“Oh dear. We will have to see Lillian about that. You shouldn’t move so abruptly,” she said.

“Why do you have a blade!” I asked.

“Hair removal of course. Master’s orders. No hair below the neck,” she said.

“Master’s orders?” I repeated. What kind of beauty regiment was this? But there was no denying how amazing Celeste looked. “Okay. I am sorry.” I laid back down and tried to calm myself.

“It is okay,” she said. “Just trust the process. Before long you won’t even wanna imagine having hair down here. Plus, wanna know the best part?”

“What?” I asked. I did feel good, what could be better than this pampering?

“This isn’t pampering. This is standard. Cleaning yourself is such a chore, so we don’t do it. We wash each other. So not only is this going to be your new standard, you can help us all remain beautiful. Isn’t that a wonderful idea?”

“That…” I paused thinking about it. I could help Celeste be so beautiful? “It is a pretty nice thought.”

She began rubbing my clit. “Wait that is-”

“Shhhh, listen to your head maid. Master ordered that didn’t he?”

“He did,” I said **** out small gasps. It felt so good. How did she know how to do this?

She began rubbing in little circles and I moaned. “Oh gosh.”

She speed up her fingers and I couldn’t help but tense my entire body. She began nuzzling my neck before whispering into my ear. “There are only two times we are allowed to feel pleasure like this. Bath time and when Master takes us for the night. You wouldn’t want to miss your first chance, would you?”

“I… I...-”

She pinched my nipple with her lips.

“Eep!” I shouted.

“Hehe, though I think you need to learn some self control,” she said as she placed her finger in my grasp. “Squeeze my hand and I’ll stop for today.”

She licked my nipple and I almost squeezed on instinct but I tried to stop myself. Gah, thinking was so hard. I didn’t want her to stop. I felt so close but yet controlling my hand while feeling this good was incredible.

Suddenly she stopped but only for a couple of seconds and then she speed up licking my breast and fingering me. Wait… I think… she stopped again. I felt myself fall back into the bed in the bath but then as my arousal felt a surge she started rubbing. I moaned again.

She was riding my body natural flow, stopping at the peak, and starting again at the next increase. Almost like how you push someone on a swing. Minimal effort. Maximum ****. I squeezed her hand. Wait no. I hadn’t-

“Hehe. Too bad. No orgasm today. Gotta learn control,” she said. “No go limp and let me finish cleaning you.”

I couldn’t even summon the desire to fight or resist. I just laid back in the warm water and waited as she continued to shave me bare. She didn’t skip any places. Armpit, arms and legs were all bare now.

She eventually pulled me up and drained the bath as she began rubbing a towel against me. “That wasn’t fair,” I said.

“Who said I play fair?” she said smiling. “You enjoyed it though right?”

I looked away.

“Still think your modest?” she asked as she tied a bandage around the cut on my leg.

“I mean, I have always been modest though,” I said.

“No, your charmed, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I paused, realizing what I said. I once again said it so fast. I barely had time to process what she said. Though it wasn’t like it was a lie. “I thought you said it didn’t matter?”

She chuckled. “I think you’d be good friends with Victoria, she is the only other one to say we are charmed. And it doesn’t matter at least not towards the ends what we are,” she paused and grabbed my hands. “But how you feel and how you devote yourself to our master obviously matters! If we are charmed, then it should be your job to ensure we are never uncharmed. Right?”

“But…”

She held a finger to my lips. “Save it for Victoria, she is better with all the smart stuff. You wouldn’t wanna give me a headache, right?”

“Right,” I said. Celeste was head maid. And she was doing so much for me. I could wait to talk to Victoria.

We walked back into Sofia’s room, she appeared to be done. “You look much better. Not perfect yet, but one bath can hardly be expected to get you looking like Celeste.”

“Since it is such a big walk up here,” Celeste said. “I should give you your bath before we head back down.”

That actually begged a question. “Why is Sofia’s room in such a hard to reach spot?”

“Oh! Cuz of this! Come here, I’ll show you,” she said gesturing her hands for me to come over.

When I did, she pointed to the window. Looking out left me jaw dropped. The mountains in the distance, the landscape so easily to see, was that Lake Lyra? The shape matched. Wow I was a lot further south than I realized if that was true. The clouds too could be seen in such a wonderful angle. It was a truly beautiful view.

“Master gifted me with such a beautiful view. My award for being the seamstress to our sisterhood. Or as he said it, I am the artist of our group.”

The word seamstress reminded me of my own nakedness and I looked at her as I covered myself.

She giggled. “As promised.”

She attached the material around me and helped me into it. When it was on, I looked down at my own breasts and saw they were on display just the same as her. I quickly covered them. “I thought you said you’d give me a compromise!”

She tilted her head. “I did, look,” she said as she placed my hand on the heavy fabric. She then touched my hand against her own. Which was much thinner. Hers was more akin to tissue while mine was like a fleece with a silk lining. “I obviously couldn’t change the design, but I added more fabric. Should be a bit warmer.”

I was in essence wearing a fleece bikini. Not sure warm would be a fair description for it. “I see,” I said. I was a bit sad but also there was a warmness welling in my chest. I don’t think it was the fleece though. I realized, I was wearing one of Master’s designs. If someone looked at me now. I probably looked like another of these charmed girls.

I guess that’s fitting. I kind of was just another charmed girl, wasn’t I?