Mistress seemed to use a one word liner a lot.
Like last night, after she had kissed my forehead and left the room, she had said 'wonderful' and walked away, which was.... Surprising in its own rights I suppose.
And this morning, was marvelous.
Not like I thought it was bad....
She wasn't bad....
They all....
So ungrateful.
I squeeze the towel that is wrapped around me tighter.
You should leave, before you taint them with your bad luck.
I sigh, because I don't have were to go.
Because....
The door suddenly opens and I turn around, finding Mistress walking inside "I see you have finished showering, would you come closer?"
My hair is wrapped up and wet, not that I even thoroughly washed it anyway, but I liked to play with it when I bathed and I was still dripping.
Nevertheless, I walk barefoot to her as I now stand infront of her and realize with sudden terror that she is one foot above me.
She does not seem to notice the reaction though as she pulls me by waist closer and bends to my neck.
The contact made my blood freeze.
She takes in a breath, then exhales on my skin and I feel goosebumps coming out as she stands straight and says "Thank you"
Thank you?
"For using the Vanilla soap" She continued "Yes, you mouthed it again"
But why was she telling me thank you?
Well yes, they were other soaps for me to use, but she had asked me to use the Vanilla one and I did.
Or....
Or wasn't that what I was supposed to do?
Then her eyes lit up as she says "Forgive me Vanilla, I forgot I only had your pyjamas in your closet and nothing else. I would have gone shopping before you arrived but your arrival was impromptu and I wanted to be here while you arrived to make sure you were okay. I am sorry about this dear"
...
What exactly was she apologizing for?
Did she expect me to be upset that she technically gave me a room that I strongly believed would cost more than three hotel rooms and food then expect me to complain?
Am I crazy?
"The boys, Coco and Ber seem to be your size" She continues "Because Cream is rather slim and Mel.... Well he's putting on weight, and that's progress but I cannot give you their clothes without their permission so would you mind if I give you mine?"
Huh?
I stare at her, then her height, then me.
She chuckles "Yes, you are quite little..."
I pout there.
"But" She says "I think I can make you fit in one of my clothes, come"
I at first thought she would walk out of the room, but she lends me her again and I stare at it for a while, before taking it and letting her pull me out of the room down to hers.
As we enter, a sudden smell of Strawberries, Cream, Caramel and Chocolate hit me as I stare around the room.
The colour, is a mixture of all.
Red walls.
A white bed with two white comforters and a white duvet.
A caramel coloured Vanity mirror and dressing desk and wardrobe.
A chocolate coloured Sofa and couch and a chaise lounge.
Then, like it just got added to the room.
A light yellow painted grand piano.
"It was black before" She says, like she had caught me staring as I turn to face her "I had it changed when you arrived but I just got it this morning so the boys have not seen it yet"
She is still pulling me around till we reach her closet that is next to a shelf of books, both painted red as she opens it and says "Would you mind a casual dressing? I usually keep it for emergencies when I jog with the boys but I have not in a while so it's still clean"
She brings out a hangar and on it is an ash coloured hoodie that has printed on it 'Vnio' and on the hood, it had round ears like a mouse and an ash sweatpant that looked....
Well....
Longer than my original leg length.
But it's not mine.
And I don't want....
"It's okay" She admonishes as she hands it to me "I have probably outgrown it and it would do, just for today, go change"
I collect, making sure I actually mouthed a thank you which she saw and nodded before walking away to her bathroom.
When I take off the towel and wear the hoodie, it's big and it smells like....
Like all four of the boys....
And...
I feel my cheeks colour.
Me.
Then the sweatpants.
I wear it and pull it up to my waist, but it's still sagging monstrously over me and so I pull it up to my stomach and still...
I've never felt so embarrassed at being short than today.
I keep on trying to raise it up, but it doesn't fit until I hear a knock on the door "Is everything okay honey?"
I want to tell her that it doesn't fit, that I look like a sick druggie wearing abandoned clothes.
But nothing comes out.
"Knock on the door if you want me in"
I do.
She doesn't waste any time to enter "Are you okay dear?"
I look at the pants then back at her as she suddenly has a smile on her face "It can be adjusted at the ankle. Just stand still, let me try tying it for you"
She bends down and all of a sudden, I freeze.
"Please hold this up love, you didn't tie it right"
I blush as I carry the sweater up while I feel her breath on it linger and though it's just a slight second....
I feel my leg squirm.
She is now tying the knot better and I can't breathe as I suck in my tummy, because just her touch on it....
God! What's wrong with you?!
Are you that desperate that even a single touch can turn you on?
A part of me wished I could just lean in to her face and maybe she would kiss it but I knew it was ethically wrong.
No.
It was wrong on every holy ground that wrong could be found on, but I just....
I find her head now down as she begins to adjust the ankle length as I let out my breath, now panting heavily.
What...
What did she just do to me?
What was that..... Thought...
Did I....
I wanted her to....
"Done"
She's up on her feet, now staring down at me with a small smile before it shifts to that of worry "Are you okay? You are looking very pale"
But I shake my head.
She can't know what I am.
She'd throw me out.
She'd....
"It's okay Nilla" She says as she now pats my head, then begins to slide her hand on it, and though it's wet, she doesn't even make the slightest comment on it.
But I don't think I'd mind.
Because she has said it was okay.
And I already believed that it was.