She was grateful for the chance to get clean.She was grateful for the chance to get clean. She spent almost a half hour under the steaming water, luxuriating in the needle spray and wishing she had a shower massager, that she might relieve the sexual tension she had built up over the last few hours. She seriously considered masturbating only for a moment though, for she knew Dodds could walk in at any moment, and he would be furious if he caught her. He preferred his slaves to get their stimulation from whatever "torture" he dreamed up... to rely upon him for release. She dried off slowly, her core still warm with the memory of those unexpected vibrations. She assumed that Dodds would be putting another all-enclosing outfit of some kind on her, since that seemed to be his particular fetish this year. So she dried herself even more thoroughly and, after powdering herself all over with talcum, she exited the bathroom. Like a butterfly from it's chrysalis, she thought. Dodds seemed unimpressed with his butterfly, however. He did smile appreciatively, even licked his lips suggestively, but he said nothing, just waved her towards him where he sat on the bed next to yet another pile of garments and gear. He held something up. It was a large plastic butt plug, hollow, with big holes in it. It had a largish hose attached. From her experience, Mandy thought that the hose was too large, it looked like it would allow an awfully fast flow. It was obvious what his intentions were, so she bent over obediently. When she was suitably plugged, he motioned for her to sit down on the bed. She did, with a little groan. He remained silent as she sat down next to the pile, and with a grin and a little flourish, he produced two small foam ear plugs from his breast pocket. |