Come morning Drake felt like he was part of the wooden post. He didn't even know how he was still standing. He heard the sound of boots walking towards him, but couldn't move to see who it was. The person untied his connection to the pole. Drake tried to turn, but his legs collapsed under him as he did.
"Whumpffff..." He moaned.
Someone guided a water bottle to his mouth and Drake drank greedily.
"Easy there, don't choke." A voice murmured.
Once the bottle was empty another was pored over him. Drake moaned as the cool water soothed his scorched skin. He glanced up, and felt a shock as his eyes met the silver flecked eyes of Raell. In her hand was the collar Drake had been contemplating all night. He had no doubt that if he rejected her now he'd spend another day on the post. But he still didn't want to submit and put it on.
Raell waited, feeling the slave at her feet sort through his emotions. She ran a finger through his hair, feeling the grease of a few days of sweating and not washing. It has bleached a bit in the sun, and has acquired more of the honey toned streaks. His facial scruff had grown out more, and was less scruff than small beard.
Drake reached a decision. He reached up and grabbed the collar. Raell let him have it, and he felt its weight. He felt the temptation to throw it as far as he could, but then he put in around his neck, his fingers shaking. He put the two ends together, feeling them click into place. He knew that unlike before, he wouldn't be able to separate them. He whimpered, then looked up at Raell. She smiled softly at him, before handing him a third water bottle. He took it gratefully.
She tied him back to the post- low this time, so he could just stay where he was, before walking off. Drake stared after her, clutching the bottle. What had he done wrong? Why had she left him out here again? Why hadn't she untied the rope collar and gag? He felt like crying, but calmed himself down. He'd have to limit the water bottle, but he could last the day laying down instead of standing.
He was just starting to move when he realized she was coming back. She held a leash and an apple in the other. Still a little worried she'd leave him tied to the pole he buried the bottle of water. She handed him the apple and Drake held it, unable to eat with the rope bit. Raell clicked the leash onto Drake's new collar, and untied him from the post. She then untied his gag, soaked from his desperate drinking. His jaw was extremely sore, and he moved it around to regain some feeling. Raell untied the rope collar next, and Drake devoured the apple. Raell laughed softly, but Drake was too happy to be angry that she was laughing at him.
"Stand." She ordered, once he'd finished the apple and dug up the water to finish it off.
He obeyed, albeit stiffly. She started walking, and Drake stumbled after her. He was led back to the pen he had first been tossed into. She unclipped his collar and walked off, the gate slamming after her. Drake stared after her, then checked the trough, which was once again full of water. He drank his fill of the water, then splashed water over his sunburnt back and through his greasy hair. He was sure he smelled awful and probably had a beard but he had no control over that. The sudden thought hit Drake hard. He had no control over his bathing, shaving, or self-care at all. Anger once again flooded him. Sure, she'd gotten him to put on the collar but he would not allow her to put on another thing. He wanted to shower and shave, and lord knows if he meant anything to this woman than she'd let him. Drake settle down in the middle of the pen, waiting for Raell's return. He didn't have to wait too long.
Drake got up as Raell walked in, leash in hand. He let her snap it on, and followed her out of the pen. He was excited when they walked to what he thought had to be the showers. She directed him into one of the booths, and undid the leash.
He stared around as the door sealed itself. Then he was hit by a jet of water. The water came from every direction, and Drake screamed as the blasts of water hit all his injuries and his sunburn. The water was cold, and after a seconds it began to burn his sunburnt skin. He could smell the soap, a husky leathery smell. After s few seconds of the burning feeling, his skin began to feel much better. He held up an arm to his eyes, and realized the water had some sunburn solution in it, which was healing his burns. He ran his hands through his hair, enjoying the blasts now that his sunburn had faded. His brands still hurt but he felt a lot better. Just as suddenly as they had started the jets of water ended and the door opened.
Raell stood waiting, and once again Drake allowed her to clip the leash to his collar. It was the least he could do, since she had let him shower, he reasoned. She then brought him to what looked like a barber's chair, if the barber had also been a torturer. "Sit." Came the command, and Drake did. What the hell was going on? Raell stepped back and a girl seemed to suddenly appear.
"Ohhh Raell, this one is beautiful. Look at those eyes!" The girl chirped, running her hands over Drake's face. "Are you going to behave, or do I have to strap you in?" She asked Drake.
Drake glanced at Raell, before answering "I'll behave."
Raell walked up and slapped Drake's face. He yelped.
"I'll behave ma'am. Any woman not me you will call ma'am. Got it?" Drake felt his cheek flare with heat. "Yes." Raell snarled, and with a flick of her hand all the straps on the chair suddenly tightened down.
Drake struggled, but could not budge at all. His head was even restrained by a strap over his forehead.
"Shave his beard down to a light scruff. I'll be right back." Raell told the girl.
She then strode off. Drake heard the barber-chick humming as she prepped her trimmers. She then started trimming Drake's overgrown beard. When she had almost finished Raell returned, holding a few strips of black leather. Drake realized that they were cuffs. He couldn't do anything as Raell clipped them onto his arms and legs.
"Nice job on the scruff. For the hair I'd just like it trimmed an inch or so, I like the long hair."
Barber-girl nodded and freed Drake's head. He tried to bite her, and was rewarded with a hard slap. He felt pressure against his dick and looked down to see Raell pressing one boot against his dick.
"Move again, and you'll be feeling this. Understood, slave?" Drake snarled, and in response she added more pressure.
