one of the things i miss most right now is bathing madam.

it was always one of the most peaceful, intimate parts of my service. not sexual—just pure devotion. the kind of ritual that reminded me exactly why i exist in her world.

i’d start by preparing the bathroom exactly how she liked it—towels warmed, candles lit, her favorite oils selected and lined up in order. the bathwater had to be the right temperature—just hot enough to make her sigh when she sank in, with a few drops of lavender or rose oil depending on her mood.

i miss the smell—floral, rich, clean. the steam curling around us. the silence, except for the sound of water and her soft commands.

i’d start with her shoulders, working the sponge down slowly, carefully. neck, arms, back. every inch was treated like sacred ground. rinsing her hair was always last—she’d close her eyes and trust me to hold her, guide her, keep water out of her face.

i miss that trust.

i miss the way her skin felt under my hands. the look she’d give me when i did it just right. the soft smile. the hum of approval.

it wasn’t just bathing. it was belonging. and right now, without it… i feel like something important is missing from me.