Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 18:23:52 -0500
From: Steve Street <rssmaster@cox.net>
Subject: The faint aroma of soap

A faint aroma of soap, a smell I particularly appreciate, begins to
titillate my mouth and nose with each breath I take, causing me to look up
from the book I am reading. Putting the book down, I take in the sight of
my boy kneeling, hands clasping his ankles and head bowed, just inches from
my knees. The boy had entered the den so quietly I had not heard him; the
aroma gently wafting off the boy's body made me aware my boy was there. "My
boy," I think to myself, the sight giving me a sense of satisfaction and
physical desire as I realize that my boy would do anything to please
me. The boy spent most all that morning cleaning the kitchen as instructed,
and I had heard the boy humming some kind of tune while he worked, either
to make the tedious task more bearable, or because he enjoyed doing
whatever his Daddy/Master required of him.

Leaning forward, I ran the palm of my right hand tenderly over the boy's
freshly shaved scalp pleased that I feel no stubble. I brush my fingers
through the strip of hair, still slightly moist with its recent cleaning,
that runs down the middle of the boy's scalp and, with slow deliberateness,
rub my palm over the boy's neck and cheeks, and then place the tips of my
fingers under the boy's chin.

Boy keeps his head bowed the whole time, not daring to look up. he just
gives out soft, almost inaudible moans - whether in anticipation of
pleasure or pain I cannot rightly tell. I know that boy understands that
infractions result in painful punishment, but obedience has pleasurable
rewards.  I look over his shoulder and note that his ass still had a rosy
glow resulting from the belt spanking I administered that morning after
breakfast. Boy had put his hand on his cock without permission while I was
fucking him the night before. He knows that he can touch his cock only with
my permission or when cleaning his body to keep that attractive appendage
squeaky clean for me.

After his punishment this morning, he knelt in front of me, and I gave him
permission to speak. His voice cracking and tears running down his yet
unshaven face, he thanked me for his whipping.  I then gave him
instructions to clean the kitchen thoroughly which included scrubbing all
the counters and the sink and scrubbing the floor. When he completed that
task, he was to go immediately to the master bath and clean the outside and
inside of his body.  I did not have to go into detail with that, for after
weeks of training I knew he understood that meant shaving all the stubble
from all reachable parts of his body, leaving only his eyebrows and the
strip of hair down the middle of his scalp. He understood also that meant
self-administering at least three soapy enemas to clean his ass for my
pleasure. To keep his body baby smooth and hairless, every ten days or so,
I shave those parts he could not reach followed by application of a
powerful hair removal solution on all parts of his body.  The depilatory
stings the skin, so I wear rubber gloves when applying the solution. During
and after application, boy would squirm in silent discomfort as he stood
for the thirty minutes after application before I would give him permission
to shower and then rub baby oil on his skin from his feet to his head.

After I give boy his instructions I motion for him to get started. Saying
nothing, as he knows that silence is golden, and he could not speak without
permission, he quickly gets to his feet and walks over to the supply closet
to retrieve the mop bucket, brushes and scouring powder necessary to
perform his task. While he was gathering the equipment, I pour myself a cup
of freshly brewed coffee that boy had prepared earlier when making our
breakfast and, with the cup in hand, walk into my den.

I make myself comfortable in my favorite chair and gaze out the window to
my left, appreciating the lush green lawn and trees that grace our back
yard. The morning sun shines through the window providing all the light I
need to resume reading the book I had started the day before. I take a sip
of the coffee and start reading. I find myself so engrossed with what I am
reading that I lose track of the time. When my bladder starts signaling the
need to be relieved, I look up at the clock on the wall - almost three
hours has passed since I entered the den.

I pick up my now empty coffee cup and walk through the house to my bedroom
and push to open the partially closed door to the master bath.

As I expected, boy was in the open shower area. The shower area is an open
extension of the master bath and has no curtains or doors. He was standing
there, his body, except for his head and face, which he had obviously
already shaved, covered with soap. He was standing, legs apart, his head
bent over as he was attentively shaving his balls. When boy sees me walk
in, he immediately drops to his knees. I tell him to get up and continue
his task. He stands back up and resumes shaving his balls, obviously
struggling not to look my way as I unzip my pants and take out my cock. As
I piss into the toilet, I admire the sight of his lithe body. Boy is
lightly muscled, a result of the daily workout routine he is required to
perform. He has no excess body fat, a flat stomach and well defined
pectorals.  When my bladder is empty, I put my cock back into my pants and
zipped up.  I take note, with not a little satisfaction, that the enema
bag, hanging from the shower head, is bulging full. Boy had made the
necessary preparation to administer the required enemas to clean his
intestines. I pick up my coffee cup and walk out the master bath, purposely
leaving the door wide open.

I walk down the hall and through the dining room and into the kitchen.  I
breathe in the fresh clean smell and note how the tiled floor, freshly
scrubbed, glints in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. Boy did
an excellent and thoroughly job of cleaning.  I pour myself another cup of
coffee - boy had done a little extra and had brewed a fresh batch - and
walk into the den, sit back in the chair and resume reading.

-to be continued-