"To you I am no longer Mister Mason. Nor am I Matt. My name is Matthew. But you may not use my name unless you are talking about me with others... in which case, it's My Master Matthew."

I jumped as you suddenly entered the room, my nerves were on end. Would my actions have pleased you?

Forcing myself to listen carefully to what you were saying, I focussed my attention on your words. My....Master....Matthew? These words echoed in my head, sounding foreign as I repeated them to myself over and over. My Master Matthew.

Momentarily, I lost myself in a daydream of an erotic novel I had once read in which a woman desired nothing more than to please her man, submit to him body and soul. She had called him Master. My Master Matthew...as the words ran through my head once more, a tingle ran through my body, causing a sensuous shiver to run through me. My smile broke loose with the realization that this is what this was. My heart leapt with joy almost as quickly as it filled with trepidation as I finally understood exactly what we were doing here.

Raising my eyes, I watched you step into the tub.

"Well? Get in! Surely you don't expect me to do it myself?"

Smiling openly at you, I placed my bound hands on the side of the tub and used them to leverage myself from my kneeling position. I never took my eyes from yours as I raised myself to my full height. I took a small step to the edge of the tub and let my feelings wash over me.

My eyes glowed with a new understanding. You could see a hint of excitement and uncertainty under the surface. Keeping my eyes on yours, I straightened my posture so that my shoulders pressed back, thrusting my breasts forward. I tilted my chin upwards slightly and angled my head to one side. Still I watched you. Silently, I lifted one leg and stepped into the tub with you.

As my second leg entered the tub, I finally pulled my gaze from yours and lowered my eyes though I could not stop the smile that was still playing on my lips. I stood before you and whispered, "Yes...Master."