Tender Love and Care

JESSICA, NINA and ANNA

Jessica hated awkward moments. She wasn't blind to Chloe and Miriam leaving just as she arrived, and neither was Nina.

“Trouble in paradise?” The other woman asked, giving Jessica a sympathetic look.

“Something like that,” Jessica replied.

Nina nodded.

“Anything you wanna talk about?”

“Not… really,”

“Of course,” Nina replied, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Do it anyway.” ”

“Excuse me?”

“Talk anyway.”

Jessica was taken aback by how matter-of-factly Nina said it, and the other woman kept looking at her, expectantly. She sighed, too emotionally exhausted to protest.

“We had… a fight yesterday, I guess. And then things got weirder this morning. It’s a… whole thing.”

Nina nodded, sitting down on one of the lounge chairs and gesturing at the other. “Sit, and tell me about it.”

Jessica followed suit, taking a lounge chair and laying back. She took a moment to appreciate a cool breeze and the cool of the shade before continuing.

“It’s a whole mess,” she said. “She took something a transformation said and ran with it, and I’m not sure how to convince her it’s not what it seems like.”

“Ah,” Nina replied. “This is about that line about helping straight girls?”

Jessica stopped, blinked a few times, and refocused on Nina.

“yeah, uh… how.. did you know?”

“Well, I read the transformations,” Nina replied. “And I don't have the memory of a goldfish. So. What’s the problem there?”

“What do you think?” Jessica asked, rolling her eyes.

Nina sighed.

“If I knew, I would not be asking you. What’s the problem?”

“She asked me about it and I didn’t really have a good answer. I think she thinks I’m only interested in her because she hasn’t been with other women.”

“Well, are you?”

“Wha?” Jessica asked, shocked once more. The other woman’s directness surprised her. Jessica had friends who talked like that - Jo first among them - but Nina was still, effectively, a stranger, and had a very forceful way of talking - Jessica almost felt like the other woman was snapping at her, but on consideration, she didn’t think that was the case. The other girl’s stare was intense, but not hostile, and she seemed composed enough, even with her quick questions.

But before Jessica could muster an answer, Anna arrived. She saw Jessica’s bewildered face and Nina’s stare, and sighed.

“Nina, let the poor girl be,” she said.

Nina rolled her eyes.

“I’m just asking her questions,” she said. “No one is making her answer”

“And I'm sure your questions are gentle and considerate,” Anna replied. Jessica got the sense that this was normal for the two, an old, well-worn back-and-forth, and for all their mutual eye-rolls, she could sense a deeper camaraderie between them.

“Well, some things need a direct question!”

“Just lay off her,” Anna said. “Or at least think before you talk.”

“Hey,” Jessica said, standing up and turning to Anna, facing her - very carefully to keep her eyes from following the water dripping down her hair and neck and rolling down her beautiful tits in their very tiny strings.

“Thanks for helping, but I can stand up for myself if I need to.”

She turned to Nina.

“As for your question, no, that's not the only reason I care about her.”

“Oh really?” Nina challenged her. “Why are you interested in her, then?”

“Well, for one thing, she's smoking hot,” Jessica replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But she's also kind and caring, even to strangers, honest to a fault, creative and passionate, and maybe the smartest person I know.”

As she spoke, her breath quickened just so slightly, excitement running away with her, her words tumbling out in rapid succession.

“You should see her in class, no one else gets close. And she tries to keep her nerdy side hidden, but you can hear the passion in her words every time she mentions that book she's working on.”

Nina gave Jessica a small nod of approval.

“I think if you tell her all that, you'll be fine with her,” she said, interjecting before Jessica could start her next lovestruck rant.

“And what if I'm not? What if she thinks I'm just lying to get in her pants?”

Nina rolled her eyes again - she seemed fond of doing that, as far as Jessica could tell.

“Oh that's easy. Dump her.”

“Nina-” Anna started, but Jessica waved her off.

“It's not that simple, and it's not like we're in a relationship anyway,” she said.

“It's quite simple, actually. If you bare your heart and she doesn't trust you, she's not worth your time. There's other hot nerds out there” - here, Jessica thought she heard just the shadow of heartache in Nina's words - “so if Chloe doesn't listen when you bare your heart, dump her. Should be even easier if you're not dating, she comes pre-dumped. Especially if she's in love with Theo, anyway, like Ishtar said.”

“Nina, you know it's not that simple,” Anna said.

“Oh really?” Her friend responded, sitting up straighter on her pool chair and staring straight at Anna. “And if this was some nerdy guy not trusting her and making mooney eyes at a girl with a boyfriend? What would you tell Jessica then?”

“.... Yeah okay,” Anna replied, turning to Jessica. “If she doesn't trust you, dump her. Consider dumping her anyway, actually.”

“I’ll… consider it,” Jessica said, unconvincingly. “but let’s hope it doesn’t get there. I’d prefer to solve things instead.”

“Even if she's in love with Theo?” Nina asked, keeping a level gaze on Jessica.

Jessica just laughed. To the others’ surprise, it was not a bitter or resentful laugh, but a genuine one, a rich, round sound rolling up from deep within her as she tilted her head back. It was a short laugh, but the buggy busty witch still needed a few moments to catch her breath.

“If crushing on a friend meant you were out of the running, I'd have had a very lonely life,” she said finally. “What do I care that she's got another crush? That's between her and Theo. Might be a bit awkward, but it could hardly get more awkward than it is right now.”

Anna shrugged, but Nina’s stare intensified as she studied the witch.

“And if she abandons you for Theo, in the end?” she asked.

“Then I’ll be sad,” Jessica replied. “But who says she will?”

“Ishtar,” Nina said in response.

“Well, Ishtar just says they have to fuck,” Jessica said. “I don’t care who she’s kissing on or having sex with, unless it’s me.”

“Really?” Nina replied. She was still looking intently at the other woman, but eventually, she relaxed, lying back down on the pool chair. “I couldn’t imagine being with someone giving less than 100%”

Jessica just shrugged at this and laid back down on her own pool chair.

“In any case,” she said. “I’ll consider your advice.”

JOANNA AND THEO

Joanna loved the attention. As soon as she’d calmed down from her orgasm, her master had released her, touching her ankles and her arms and whispering “release.” Then she’d cuddled up next to him, her face still a mess from her crying and sobbing, and put her head on his chest. Her tears had stained his white tshirt, but if he noticed, he did not care, and for a while they just lay like that, his arm around her naked body. He pet her hair, and held her close, and for a while that was enough. She breathed, and relaxed, and that was all she needed, savouring the sound of his heart in his chest, the smell of his body, and the gentle feel of his fingers through her hair. It wasn’t long, maybe ten minutes, just enough time for her to stop shaking and for her mind to start processing everything.

But soon - too soon, Joanna thought - Theo sighed, kissed her forehead, and moved.

“Stay here,” he told her, and got up.

Her eyes followed him as he went to the smallest cabinet along the wall and pulled out the nice oak box they kept their aftercare kit in, and she smiled as he returned, handed her a bottle of water, and a bag of skittles.

“Drink up, pet,” he told her and she nodded, taking a long sip of the water bottle before opening the bag, pouring a few into her hand, and having them as well.

“Thank you, Sir,” she she mumbled as he got into the bed again, leaning against the backboard. She scuttled over to put her head on his shoulder.

“Have a little more, my love,” he continued, taking a sip of his own water. “Then I think we both need a nice shower.”

She nodded, still drifting a little on the high of her intense orgasm.

“You did very well,” he told her. “You were a very good girl, and you took the edging perfectly, pet.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied, between sips of water. “I’m happy to hear that.”

“And you know-”

“Yes, Sir, I know,” Joanna replied, interrupting him with a giggle. She leaned over and put her lips on his cheeks in a gentle kiss. “I know you don’t really think I’m a dirty slut.”

He chuckled in response.

“I’ll never stop saying it. Now - “

She pouted, but he just chuckled and continued.

“Shower time, pet.”

She pouted and got up, with her Master right behind her. He put his hand on her lower back, and led her to the bathroom, guiding her with gentle touches.

The bathroom was massive, and Joanna's eyes went wide as she entered. The floor and walls were white marble with black veins - real marble, she was sure - with subtle carvings on the walls, the shadows suggesting beautiful women, bound by the dark veins in the marble. It was well-lit, with two chandeliers, but not as bright and harsh as many bathrooms.

There was a sink and a toilet close by the door, but most of the bathroom was taken up by other things. Along one wall was a set of drawers, presumably full of supplies, with a rack of countless towels hanging above it.

But the real eye-catchers were the two sections at the other end.

On the right, much of the room was dominated by a huge raised dais in a darker marble, with a massive tub set into it. It was easily enough for two or three people, and wine and grapes were scattered around it on little raised trays.

The other side of the room was dominated by large, multi-person shower cabin with tree adjustable and removable shower heads on the wall and two more fixed in the ceiling. Just that shower was bigger than even Joanna's parents very nice bathroom.

Joanna stood awestruck at the room for a moment, but Theo guided her into it.

“Collar first, then shower. I'll join you in a moment.”

She nodded and knelt, still looking away from him, and moved her hair out of the way. She never liked this part, losing her symbol of submission while he was caring for her. It made her feel strangely ****, as if Theo seeing her bare neck was more intimate, more embarrassing and personal, than every other part of her. Still, leather did not play well with water, and her collar would not last long if she wore it to her showers.

She shivered as his hands touched her, just incidental brushes of his fingertip against her skin as he unlocked the little buckle and opened up the collar.

As soon as it was gone, he handed it to her, and she took it, reverently, kissing the leather before placing it carefully on a chest of drawers. She turned, gave him a small kiss, and went into the shower.

The water was perfect, warm but not quite scalding hot, and she took a moment to just let it wash over her. She was sore and achy from her play earlier, and even now, her brain was floaty, and the warm water running over her aching body was easy to get lost on. There was a blissful sensation in it running down over her chest and midriff, the way it cascaded down over her thighs. She only just had the wherewithal to grab a shower cloth and drag it over her face before Theo joined her.

She looked up, smiling at the sight of her Master, running her eyes over his beautiful body. He wasn't some physical Adonis, she knew that, but everything about him was beautiful to her. The way the water made his dark hair look almost black, those big, blue eyes she loved getting lost in, the arms that held her and punished her - she slid her eyes down over his chest, across the hair and (very very) slight definition of his abs, and down to his cock. I was soft, now, but she could see a string of precum running from it to his thigh - he must have been rock hard earlier, when she was cumming her brains out. It sent a wave of guilt through her - she was supposed to be serving him, to be an object for his pleasure, not the other way around. Hopefully she'd get to rectify it, but first -

“Cloth,” he said. “And soap, pet.”

She smiled, and handed him both. He carefully squeezed a little soap into the cloth and lathered. Then, with a gentle kiss on her wet forehead, he went to work. He started at her neck, then across her collarbones and down her arms, starting on the right, carefully lathering her with soap and scrubbing her as gently as he could, all the way to her fingers and then back up her inner arm, even her pit, which both tickled and embarrassed her with its intimacy. He kissed her shoulder and moved on to her other arm, then down over her tits, which she always made sure were very very clean. She shuddered and sighed with his touches, loving the gentle way he touched her and caressed her, even with the slight roughness of the cloth across her still-sensitive nipples. He looked down at her and smiled at her little sighs, kissed her mouth, and moved on. He moved carefully across every part of her body, both her front and her back, soaping and rinsing every part of her and leaving the occasional little kisses. His face had a faint smile, but a focused expression, taking his task seriously.

She had found this a little silly at first, and still did from time to time - she was a little sweaty, and her face and thighs definitely needed a wash, but it wasn't like she'd been covered in cum and spit or used hard for hours. Still, this was part of his ritual, and she knew it was important to him. He needed this, she knew. More after harsh and cruel sessions, but also after ‘gentle’ ones. He was asserting his love and care for her to her, yes, but also to himself.

Over time - not much time, really, it had taken maybe a month - she had come to love it, the careful attention to every part of her. She felt like a doll as he moved her body, made her turn, moved her hair, held up her arms, spread her legs - a very precious doll, a much-beloved treasure. As he gently moved the washcloth across her stomach and her hips, as he placed little kisses below her belly button, she knew that she was loved, cared for. Floaty as she still was, she leaned into that feeling easily, of being both owned and cared for. As long as he did this afterwards, she doubted there was anything he could do to her that she would not enjoy. With this love and bliss as her reward, she would sink to any low for her Master's cruel enjoyment.

Her reverie did not last too long. Soon, she felt the cloth move up her sensitive inner thigh, wiping away the slick and juices from her many orgasms, and she shuddered as the cloth moved closer to her sore cunt. But before he reached it, he put the soapy washcloth aside.

Looking up at her from his squat, he smiled and presented his hand. “And a clean one, pet,” he said, his voice gentle but commanding. It should be strange, looking down on him, but the matter-of-fact way he commanded her, touched her, meant it did not diminish his dominance for even a moment.

She handed him another cloth, the softest from the rack in the shower, and he started cleaning her vulva.

It was not a long process, just a few gentle swipes. He started by running the cloth across it, and wiping away the slick juices between her lips and her legs, then gently ran the cloth in between her folds and even around her clit. She was still incredibly sensitive, and every movement made her shudder, but her Owner cleaned her no matter how sensitive she was. There was something clinical, almost objectifying, in his careful, methodical treatment of her most sensitive area, in his casual treatment of her body as a thing to be cleaned. But there was also something achingly loving and caring in the careful, deliberate touches, the way he treated her sensitive folds like he was gently cleaning the petals of a rose, every movement measured and restrained. He was so careful to avoid all discomfort.

The moment did not last long. She was still so very sensitive, and Theo took care to work fast, to not draw the stimulation out. He finished with a gentle kiss on her bare mound, pausing for just a moment after. Then he moved on, switching to the soapy cloth and washing her legs and even her feet.

At last, he stood up. He gave her a smile, beautiful despite the way the water made his hair cling to his forehead.

“All done, my beautiful pet,” he told her. “Now it's your turn.”

“Of course, Sir,” she responded. She picked up a cloth, lathered it, and got to work. Like him, she started at the top, cleaning his collarbone and his chest first before asking him to lift first his right and then his left arm before moving on. As she did, she marveled, as she often did, at how different the two washes were. They did all the same things - every part of her that he touched, she touched on him - but the way they did them were night and day. He cleaned her as an act of protection and care, of loving control, while she cleaned him as an act of service and devotion. Both were acts of love, but so very different. Maybe it was because her Master moved and touched her as he needed while she asked him to move. Maybe it was because when cleaning her lower body, Theo had squatted while she was getting ready to kneel. Or maybe it was just that he was her Master and she was his ****. That was enough for Joanna.

Speaking of his lower body, his cock was clearly enjoying the attention she was giving the rest of him. Soon, she knelt down in front of him - the marble was hard against her knees - and cleaned it carefully. It was already getting hard, and her hands running along it, wrapping around it to clean it, brought it fully to life. She rinsed it, and looked up at him.

“Would you like me to serve you with my mouth, Sir?” She asked, smiling.

She could see the conflict play out on his face. Gentle aftercare play could be fun, but risked turning into just more play, which wasn't ideal - especially when they did not have all night together.

But Joanna hated the thought that she would get to cum and her Master wouldn't. It felt wrong, like she had failed as his submissive - even though it was his choice.

“Nothing would please me more than making sure my Master is fully satisfied,” she said, and leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss at the very sensitive spot at the very base of his cock, just where it connected to his balls. He shivered with the sensation and even over the sound of the water she heard his breath hitch. “May I please be allowed to show my gratitude for your generous rewards?”

Maybe he understood how much it meant to her, maybe he heard the need in her voice, or maybe the sight of a naked **** girl begging to suck his cock swayed him. In any case, he reached out, turned off the water, and gave her a nod.

“Go on then, my beautiful ****. Suck your Master's cock.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

She wasted no time getting to work. She kissed his sensitive spot again, then kissed and licked her way up his shaft, her eyes locked on his. She stared into those beautiful blue eyes, face full of love and devotion, as she worshipped his cock. When she reached the head, she kissed it, wrapping her lips around it and running her tongue across it. She savoured the salty taste of his precum as she moved back down, loving the taste of his desire and pleasure. She did not want to draw things out, but she wanted to take the time to adore him, to show him her devotion. She loved the feel of his hard cock against her lips, her tongue, her face, and she loved the look of undisguised lust and pleasure in his eyes as she licked the length of him. Finally, she wrapped her lips around his head again, sucking as she moved down on him, doing her best to keep looking into his master's eyes. In other circumstances, she would have **** herself down on him, gagged and choked herself for his sadistic joy, but not now. Instead, she sucked and hollowed her cheeks, licking around his head best she could. She loved the feel of him in her mouth, his little gasps and moans were music in her ear. She bobbed, further and further down, and felt his cock twitch and throb. She knew he wouldn't last long after earlier, and redoubled her efforts, **** to please him after the many orgasms he'd given her earlier.

“Fuck you're - you're so good, pet.” He told her, his body tensing, his breath hitching. “A perfect little **** for me…”

It wasn’t his best dirty talk, but there was no such thing as bad praise and Joanna shivered with his words. Feeling him get close to the edge, she took him as far down as she could without gagging. She moaned as her Master's cock throbbed in her mouth, and that sent him over the edge, his perfect cock sending three salty loads to the back of her throat. She held it there, savoring the taste, reveling in her service to her Master, waiting.

“Be a good girl and swallow, pet,” he told her, his voice only mostly even.

She obeyed.

The rest of the shower went quickly. She finished her duties, then they each washed their own hair. They did spend a little time luxuriating as they dried off each other with the impossibly soft towels of harem hotel, but soon enough, they were back in bed, both of them cuddled under the naked blanket. By all rights it should be swelteringly hot being that close under a blanket, but it seemed the master’s suite was always the perfect temperature for cuddling. They weren’t speaking much, just exchanging the occasional little “I love you”s while she snuggled against him and he petted her hair. At home they might’ve put on a show or something - something they’d seen a thousand times, like Elementary - but here they just listened to the wind in the garden and cuddled. Theo could tell that Joanna was still a little floaty. Probably, she could pull herself together when she needed or wanted to - she’d certainly done that in the shower - but there was no need, she could just enjoy her soft, floating bliss. He needed the closeness, too, after everything the last two days, and her occasional little kisses on his chest as she snuggled was a balm and a salve.

Still, he was worried for her, and made sure she had a little more water and a snickers. Joanna did not usually drop as hard as Nina had when they were together, but usually did not mean never, and Theo was all too aware that Joanna couldn’t stay. He remembered how she’d buckled and heaved and screamed as she came, over and over - her system would be flooded with endorphins. Hopefully, the shower, the water, the snacks, the cuddles and the weighted blanket would help even her out and ensure she didn't crash. Still, it had been stupid of him to play so intensely with her when he couldn't take proper care. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he should have just let the whole thing -

Joanna turned and kissed him on the cheek.

“You're frowning,” she said. “Something wrong?”

“I'm just concerned for you,” he replied. “In case you drop. I can't stay with you all day or help you if you do.”

“Ahhh,” she said, giving him a teasing smile, as if she'd been expecting it. “I don't think I will. If I hadn't got to please you, I might have felt guilty, but I did. But don't underestimate how much this” - she pulled the weighted blanket up slightly - “and this” - she pressed her head against his shoulder - “helps me regulate. I'll be okay, my sweet love. My mood might drop a little, but I have friends. I will be okay for tonight, Sir”

She gave him a little peck on his lips, and her words and her lips calmed his doubts. But not enough to stop him from grousing.

“Still, I knew we wouldn't have as much time for aftercare as I'd like, that I couldn't support you for the rest of the day. I should've -”

She kissed him a little more forcefully this time.

“I knew that too, when I asked for it. And you decided to trust me. You've done everything right, my sweet love.” - she kissed him again - “my perfect Sir.”

He sighed, and finally relaxed a little. His worries did not completely disappear, but his beautiful girlfriend had stopped the impending spiral. He would need to get up soon, get dressed, prepare for his “date” with Miriam, and yes, if Joanna did drop, he would be out of contact for her. But he trusted her when she said she wasn’t worried about dropping, and he reminded himself that even if it was, in the end, his responsibility - and it was - then he could still trust his sub, his girlfriend, when she asked him for things.

“Thank you, pet,” he said

“Of course, Sir,” she replied.