Part 1 - Daisy After dinner, I decided to have a little bit of fun with Trent. He had been a good boy lately, so I would do some things for my entertainment that may give him some joyous humiliation. “Slave, I require you to draw me a bath before cleaning up,” I said to Trent without looking at him. I stood up from the table and slowly began making my way upstairs. “I expect it to be nice and warm by the time I'm ready to get in, so you'd better hurry.” As I said this, he quickly stood up. “Yes Mistress Daisy,” he replied as he almost ran around me to beat me to the stairs. I continued walking slowly toward my destination. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could hear him running water in the tub. Once I got into my bedroom, I slowly undressed, giving him just a little more time to ready the bath. I grabbed my electronic reader off of the Russian oak end-table by the walk-in closet, and then sauntered into the bathroom. I pushed the door open to the bathroom and was pleased. My slave was setting up the last couple of candles around the large bathtub. He had distributed bath salts and bubbles around the tub just as I had instructed him to the first time I had him prepare my bath. The lights were dimmed and soft music was playing quietly from the wall-radio by the sink. The white tiled floor was squeaky clean as it should be, and the room smelled nature fresh from all of the candles. “Nicely done, slave,” I told Trent. “You may do the dishes in the morning. Put away whatever needs to be put away in the kitchen, pour me a glass of wine, and then return to my side.” “As you wish, Mistress Daisy,” Trent replied, again using the freedom of response that I allowed him. As long as it was polite and suitable, he could answer me in his desired fashion. As Trent exited the bathroom to attend to his orders, I slipped one foot into the bath. It was nice and hot, just the right temperature. Practice has paid off with my slave. I eased the rest of my leg down into the tub and brought the other one behind it, then lowered myself slowly into the soothing, bubbly water. All of this would have been amazing by itself, but turning on the water jets that came with the big fancy tub -that my wonderful slave had bought me- put it over the top. All of my muscles slowly relaxed. My head felt lighter. Stress floated away. I could lay like this forever. It seemed like seconds when Trent reappeared in the doorway, head down as it should be. “You may enter, slave,” I allowed him. Trent stepped across the smooth, cool floor and looked unsuccessfully around the tub for a place to set the wine. During the few times in the past that I've taken wine with me to bathe, I've either held the glass or set it on the floor between drinks. “I need you to grab the flat tray from the bedroom,” I further instructed him. Trent returned with the tray in one hand and the glass in the other. The tray was a small flat table top that had detachable legs. By mistake, he had brought those in too. “Now slave, remove the legs and set them in the corner,” I commanded him. He removed the legs and did as I said. “Now hand me the tray, and I need you to kneel on your hands and knees right next to me.” As I said this I pointed to the floor next to me. When he quickly yet gracefully got into position, I continued, “I'll need to you flatten your back now. I require a side-table during my bath. Remember, tables are silent.” Trent straightened out his back as much as he could. I balanced the tray on his back, and then I set the wine glass on the tray. “I'll expect my wine to stay sturdy and safe,” I told my table. I smiled to myself at the situation I had just put Trent into. These kinds of tasks give me trouble. In the past I've always felt bad for making him do something uncomfortable like this just for my enjoyment, but he's expressed how he likes the acts of humiliation many times. My confidence in my power also continues to grow, and this was proof of it. I had found out about his different interest in college. There were many different interest, and I think he was shocked to find out how many I shared with him. Then again, with the way he saw me when I was a young teenager, he may not have been shocked at all. Perhaps that might have been the reason he so easily shared with me.