"Yes, Master, but I can do it myself," I insisted.
"Ciara, you are now a possession of ours. We care for our possessions. We will clean you, so it is done correctly. When we are not available to care for you, we will pay others to do it for us," he said. "You have done what is expected of you."
There was a finality to the statement, so I didn't push it.
He was right I felt dirty and sticky. I would have wanted to bathe. It wasn't clear to me how he knew that.
After Master Bane finished washing my body, he washed my hair. I'd never had such a thorough cleaning of my scalp. My face was pushed into his chest as he massaged the soap everywhere. After a complete rinse job he ran a light oil from roots to tips.
All in all, it was a far cry from the quick showers I'd taken at the motel.
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