Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) by Becca Little Page B

adjusting the temperature until it was right.  When the water was set, he poured some liquid soap into the stream and it started to bubble up with suds.  While water ran in the tub, he opened the closet and removed a bag with a hose that had a long plastic nozzle on the end of it along with a towel.  I had never seen anything like it before, and I wasn’t sure what it was used for.  He hung the bag on the towel rack and then picked up his shaving cream.  He squirted some into his hand and then placed the towel on the edge of the tub.
    “Sit down.”  His voice was quick and commanding, so I obeyed without question.
    “Yes sir.”  I placed myself on the towel and he knelt down, applying shaving cream to my legs.
    “I shaved earlier.”  I said as he lathered me up.
    “Not everything.”  His hands moved between my thighs and started to lather up my pubic hair.
    “You’re…” I blinked a couple of times.  “You’re going to shave that ?”
    “Do you want me to keep doing what I did earlier?”  He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows.
    “Yes!”  I nodded quickly.
    “Then yes, I’m going to shave that .”  He picked up a razor and started at my ankles.
    I started to have flashbacks of the pleasure I felt when the razor started gliding up my legs.  They were practically hairless as it was, so there wasn’t much effort required.  When he got to my pubic hair, he pulled clumps of it straight and cut through it with his straight razor, which made quick work of what was left when he was done.  Having that blade against my pussy scared me, and I had to force myself to relax.  Judging by the way my legs bled the few times I had nicked them, one wrong twist and I would be bleeding worse than my last menstruation cycle.  Thankfully, he was an expert and the blade simply caressed my skin as the hair was removed.  Once he was done with my vagina, he also ran it across my underarms, which had been shaved earlier in the day as well, so they didn’t have much for him to shave.
    “Okay, let’s get you cleaned up.”  He said as he stopped the water and helped me into the soothing water.
    “What is that bag for?”  I asked as I submerged myself.
    “Have you ever had an enema?”  He asked.
    “Um, no.  What is that?”  I had heard the term, but I wasn’t sure what it was for.
    “You’ll see soon enough.”  He smiled and poured some soap on a cloth.
    It was strange being bathed by him, but it felt really good.  There were places I couldn’t reach very well, and so they were only cleaned by shower blasts most of the time.  It felt like he was opening every pore and scrubbing them out.  I let him move me around as needed and wash me with the cloth until I felt cleaner than I ever had before.  He took a moment to rinse the rag off and I played in the bubbles, blowing them around the tub.  It made me smile and laugh.  I never had a tub like that or a bubble bath growing up.  They were things I saw in movies or magazines; things that didn’t exist in real life.  He soaped up my hair and scrubbed my scalp until it was practically tingling.  After he was done cleaning me, he started draining the water and I watched it swirl down the drain.  I started to think I could get used to a life like that, but I wondered if he was going to bathe me every day.  He rinsed me with a removable shower head until all of the soap was gone, and then he helped me stand.
    “That was wonderful.”  I said with a smile.  “I’ve never felt this clean…”
    “There is still one more thing we have to clean.”  He dried me off with a towel and then had me sit on the edge of the tub again with a fresh towel around my head, soaking up the water from my hair.
    “What?  I don’t have anything else to clean…”  I stared at him in confusion.
    “For this part, I need you to lie across the towel on your stomach.”  He unrolled the tube on the enema bag, grasping the nozzle in his hand.
    “Wait,