Chapter 4: Ahhh, shower at last...Wait, that's not the right color water!
Let's see, where were we? Oh yes, I was being led on my hands and knees from a cubicle to a pair of shower stalls at the end of a long corridor. I was naked except for my collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. My new master Gerald led me by the leash. Earlier that day, I'd never so much as been spanked on my bottom. But that night in Chapter 1, I was spread and cuffed with six other naked suburban wives in a row on a long table, and cruelly whipped by the Matriarch who owns this house, while our husbands watched. There was a brief interlude in Chapter 2 detailing how I came to volunteer for the Matriarch's rather extreme program of marital therapy in the first place.
After the painful and humiliating experience of punishment by hard leather strap, I was leashed by Gerald in Chapter 3. After licking my new master's foot like a good slave, he led me down to the bottom floor of this long ranch house to rows of cubicles along a corridor set up for masters to use their slaves in. In one such cubicle, I experienced my very first ass-fucking at the hands of Gerald. I'm still not sure if it was amazing or degrading. I didn't even get to come, but I got to lick the taste of my ass off Gerald's dick after he'd came. No, you don't want to know what the taste in my mouth is like now.
If you thought that I was a dirty, sweaty, horrible mess of whipped suburban fuck-meat after all that, you'd be right. I needed a shower more than I ever had in my entire life. I also needed to come really badly too. I'm not sure which I wanted more. The Matriarch seemed to have me all figured out when she suggested this would be right for me. I had never felt more used, degraded and humiliated before tonight...or more turned on! After taking my ass and cleaning his cock in my mouth, Gerald stood to drain an entire bottle of water. Then he guided me down on to the floor on all fours like an animal. He reached up to the table. I couldn't see what was up there from my position on the floor, but I remembered getting a quick glimpse of a whole bunch of sinister looking toys.
Gerald placed a metal dog dish down on the floor in front of my face. Then he emptied a bottle of water into it.
"You need to hydrate."
I just stared at it. I wanted that water so bad, but did he really expect me to lap it up like a dog?
Gerald knelt down, pulled my hair, gently pulled my head back so I was facing him, and...slapped my face!
Ouch!
It wasn't a hard slap. Very light, actually. Not meant to hurt me, just get my attention.
"Follow commands or get the strap, remember?"
I remembered. It was the first thing he said to me tonight.
"Your ass has had enough for one night. But I'll find other ways to punish you if you need to be reminded of your place here. Now, this is how you drink when you wear my collar. Take all the time you need."
Ok, another new experience in a night of new experiences. Not one I ever could have expected, but whatever. I was certainly thirsty. I leaned down, stuck out my tongue, and lapped up some water. That turned out to be easier said than done. There is a reason that humans rarely drink their water this way. It was hard to get much water up on my tongue. I probably got as much water all over my face and hair as I did down my throat trying this, but I gave it a game try. Gerald just stood silently while I struggled with this new method for hydration. True to his word, he was patient. I guess he got off on watching a naked collared woman drink from a dog dish. Takes all kinds, right?
After that latest humiliating experience was over with, Gerald pulled on my leash and led me out of the cubicle. He led me down to the pair of gym-style shower stalls at the end of the corridor. I was lucky that the soft tile floor wasn't too hard on my hands and knees. The sounds and smells of other husbands (i.e. masters) whipping and fucking other wives (i.e. slaves) in the other cubicles filled the corridor. I was so turned on that I just wanted to stop right there on the floor where anybody could see me, reach back to work my clit, and even lick Gerald's feet again if that's what it would take to let me finally get off!
But no such luck. Gerald kept the tension on the leash as he pulled me down to those showers at a slow deliberate pace. Gerald's wife Anass was on her knees in one of them, with her master of the night, Trevor, standing over her. Her soft, padded, bronzed Arabic body reflected the night's activities. This fellow middle-aged soccer mom was also a sweaty, exhausted mess of used, punished fuck-meat. I caught her hand sneaking down to her cunt, but Trevor pushed it away and slapped her face.
Gerald stopped at the second shower that was free. He pointed at a special pad on the floor of the shower in the center.
"On your knees, hands behind your face."
Ooohh, I guess he was going to wash me. What a nice reward for a night's service! I crawled in, got up off my hands, kneeled on the towel, and put my hands behind my head. Gerald entered the shower in back of me. I then felt him pull my hands apart and pull them down. I heard some clicking, and then I couldn't move my hands, or my feet. He'd attached the wrist and ankle cuffs to a special hogtie restraint. I was now effectively hogtied. I was sure glad this special pad for kneeling in the shower was down here, or this would have been murder on my poor knees.
I felt Gerald reach from behind my head with something, and then I felt a ball-gag pushed into my mouth. It was black. I felt it tighten around in my mouth as the strap was pulled tight in back, and fastened. While he was doing this, I heard some strange sounds from the next shower: the sound of water gently trickling off a body, but no sound of a shower running. Must be some special cutting edge low-noise shower technology, right?
Gerald then rose and came around to stand in front of me. His cock was almost level with my face. It wasn't hard anymore, since he'd come all over the inside of my ass. It was soft, and a little shiny from the combination of his cum and my ass and the saliva from my licking it clean. I wondered if he could get it hard again soon. Would I want that? Maybe not in my ass or mouth again tonight, but my pussy sure wouldn't have minded a nice old-fashioned conventional fuck. After my shower, of course.
So Gerald stood in front of me now. But he didn't get the shower going. Matter of fact, he didn't do anything. He just stood there.
