The Bathing Ritual: A Test of Devotion and JOI GAME

You have been chosen to serve your Goddess in her most intimate sanctuary. This is not a reward; it is a duty. Your only purpose is to facilitate my cleansing and relaxation. Your own pathetic desires are secondary, a privilege to be earned under my strict conditions. Fail, and you will be dismissed. Your Attire & Tools: You will be naked, save for your collar. You will have laid out a fresh, warm towel for me, a soft washcloth, my favorite bath oils, a wide-tooth comb, a natural bristle brush, and a waterproof timer. The Ritual: Phase 1: Preparation You will draw my bath. The temperature must be perfect – hot enough to steam, but not scalding. You will test it with your elbow. As the tub fills, you will kneel beside it, head bowed, and add three drops of my chosen oil to the water. You will then prepare my hair. Gently, you will brush out all tangles with the wide-tooth comb, starting from the ends and working up. You will not pull. You will not rush. Phase 2: The Cleansing 4. I will step into the bath. You will assist me, your hands steady and respectful. 5. Once I am settled, you will begin. Using the soft washcloth, you will wash my body. Start with my shoulders and back, using firm, circular motions. You will clean every inch of my skin with reverence. 6. You will wash my hair. Lather the shampoo slowly, massaging my scalp with your fingertips. Rinse thoroughly. Repeat with conditioner. Your touch must be both thorough and worshipful. 7. You will rub my back with the brush, using long, soothing strokes. This is for my relaxation, not your pleasure. Phase 3: The Submersion & Your Torment 8. When I am ready, I will give you a silent command: "Now." 9. At that word, I will sink completely beneath the water. This is your only opportunity. 10. As my head submerges, you may finally touch your worthless cock. You may stroke it. But you must hold your breath for the entire duration I am underwater. 11. You will stroke in time with your own pounding heart, a frantic, silent rhythm of desperation. Your lungs will burn. Your vision may spot. You will not gasp. You will not make a sound. You will not break the surface tension of the water with your movements. 12. When I rise, you will immediately cease stroking and resume your kneeling position, your hands returning to my body to continue your service as if nothing happened. You will exhale slowly and silently through your nose. 13. This cycle may repeat as many times as I desire. Each time, the submersion may be longer. Your need will grow, but your control must be absolute. Rules & Consequences: Your eyes are to remain on my face or the task at hand, unless given permission to look elsewhere. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not cum. That is a privilege you have not earned. Your orgasm is mine to give or deny. If you gasp for air, make a sound, or falter in your service, the ritual ends immediately. You will be denied all touch for a week. If you perform perfectly, you may be granted the honor of drying me off, and perhaps, if I am merciful, a single word of praise. Your suffering is my luxury. Your breath is mine to control. Your cock is mine to torment. Serve well.