I climb from the tub and proceed to the shower, pee dripping from my body as I cross the room. You see the drips.
"Slave! You are disgusting, lick that mess up immediately!"
I turn back, suitably chastened, drop to my hands and knees, and lick up the trail, hopeful that the cleaners have done their job and there are not too many germs as I complete the task, kneeling, awaiting your approval until you send me to the shower with a dismissive flick of your hand.
I turn the shower to hot, the steaming water soothing my already aching muscles, then cooler as I shampoo and conditioner my hair and beard, removing all trace and smell of the bath.
I carefully wash around the butt plug, then call to you, "Mistress may I remove the plug?"
"Yes, and clean yourself up, I am not yet done with my ass"
You hand me my backpack, abandoned in the doorway when your assault commenced, and I take my time. Performing a thorough douche with my kit, knowing that if I am nice and clean then you will reward me with extra gifts of spanks and a big black cock.
"May I come out now"
"Yes Slave, you may"
I return to the bedroom, noting that the bodysuit is buttoned back up, all but 2 of the metal clasps re-clipped.
"Kneel at my feet",
Your face and voice stern and serious, once again in Viking Goddess mode, the earlier slip into Nina forgotten.
"Do you think that was the right thing to do?"
"What mistress?"
"You know damned well Slave, was it the right thing to do to slip a finger inside me?"
I can't say no... it felt perfect and our bodies felt so in sync as you rode my hand and tongue.
I can't say yes...I know that Mistress will punish me harshly for presuming that she wanted me to pleasure her in such an intimate way.
So I remain silent, my head hung, awaiting your verdict.
"No answer eh? Well, maybe you need to know what it feels like when people just go sticking their fingers in you. Over the arm of the lounge again slave!"
I lay over the arm of the chair and you shackle my wrists so that I am stretched out, my knees barely touching the floor. You pull the cord holding the shackles even tighter, my knees now off the ground, laying over the arm of the chair with my ass completely at your mercy.
"Are you sorry that you touched mistress?"
"No mistress, I am not sorry I touched you, I am sorry that I did not ask your permission"
"Very good"
I feel your hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wider, inspecting my ass. "Ohhh look, my hand prints are fading.. just a dull outline now... maybe I should spank some more!"