Thread: The Perfect Submissive (Jennilyn x Devilla-Roche)

Though it's not like my unease is completely gone it's definitely reassuring to have Madame Devilla be so kind. She doesn't seem like a crazy serial killer who's going to kill me the moment I go to bed. A little bossy, maybe but lots of people are. That's not worth judging a person over. Nor was judging her based on the clothes she chooses to wear in her own home. So far no attempt has been made to harm me, she hasn't been rude or mean. Those are the things I should base my opinion off of. I think, anyway. It's true anything could happen, but I'm a guest here and it's time I started acting like I'm grateful for her help. The sleeping clothes she has for me are beautiful and I can already tell how soft they're going to be to the touch. It'll be a nice change from the grubby clothes I've been trapped in the last few hours. The idea of a shower is extremely enticing but I'm quickly becoming aware of the lethargy that's overwhelming me. It's not eve that I'm particularly sleepy, just lazy. I want to lay down. I want to do nothing. Maybe once I change and lay down for a bit I'l get a second wind. I bow my head, offering this kind stranger a warm smile. Thank you, Madame Devilla. I can't thank you enough. and with that's she's gone, leaving me alone. I smile, extremely widely with my pearly whites showing. It's unlike me to smile that way but for tonight I get to play pretend. I can pretend like I'm on some sort of vacation. Sure I'm having my own troubles, but so what? For tonight I'm safe and warm. I have a roof, a very luxurious one, over my head and what seems to be a very comfortable bed to sleep in. Instead of whining I should take a moment to appreciate the fact that I'm not trapped out in the cold and the darkness for the night. I stand in front of the mirror that's displayed above the dresser and frown. Ugh. I've never been a fan of my looks but this... This is something else. There's grime on me. I can see it, it's visible. Disgusting. If I'm not going to clean myself before crawling into Madame Devilla's clean bed the least I can do is wash my face a little and change. I untie my fiery hair and let it flow down all the way to my rather well toned rear. With the shaking of my head and the proper light one could mistake my hair for flames, or so I've heard. My shirt is the first thing to be discarded, and I place it on the chair as instructed. The snug pink bra underneath is also quickly discarded to reveal plump breasts, perky and well shaped. A nice handful. My shorts follow quickly. My panties bunch at the bottom of my thighs, uncomfortable and riding up into my butt. I groan as I slide them down my pale, creamy thighs and sigh while standing there naked, admiring my body a little. I wrinkle my face up, displeased, even though there's nothing to really be displeased about. In the bathroom I wet a cloth and proceed to wash my face and any other visible dirt. Then I get to the exciting part. I slide the peach coloured babydoll over my head and down. The fabric is sooooo soft! It slides along my body and gives me goosebumps, making me shiver. It's like a thousand tiny threads of the fabric hugging my body and I practically sigh before removing my socks with my feet and sliding the glorious slippers on which instantly work to relieve the pain in my feet. After shutting the lights I climb into bed, under the oh-so-wonderful sheets and sigh happily, staring at the ceiling as I let myself lose track of time.