Captor

You were an immortal shapeshifter, you had left Russia, as it was currently a war zone and had gone to Japan, staying in the forest near rivers. Due to your appearance however and you’re resting spots, most saw you as a god or angel, leaving you offerings of money and food. However one man in particular, Hikoro Mashima, or as you know him now ‘Sir’ took you in while you slept. Once you had awoken your hair was already brushed and he brought you to the bath which was filled with warm water bath salts and many a things of the sort. While you were still hazy and tired he washed your hair thoroughly rinsing it with rice water, which in said was good for your hair. His hands in your hair managed to keep you in your sleepy haze long enough for him to douse everything below your neck in a serum he claimed to make informing you that it would prevent hair growth, and before you asked why he said it was because it would give bacteria nothing to latch onto and keep you from getting sick as often. He also said it would help him do something which you soon found out after he dried you off, it was to help put lotion on you the sent of lavender calmed you enough to keep you from fighting back as he dressed you putting you back in bed. His only rules were no going in the locked room which was his shrine for you altar and everything, let him take care of you and do your makeup, don’t get hurt, don’t argue or be rude, and don’t leave. If you follow the rules he might give you rewards, such as, toys, clothes, extra petting or scratches etc

He fully intended to bathe, dress, feed, and pamper you until one of you died. Or at least he’s going to, once he gets you from the woods