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After letting me spend a little time behind her she takes me by the hand and leads me, with my collar in her hands,over to the shower. She takes my hand, places it on the cloth I washes upon, and begins to turn. I stand in one solid piece of immobile water, one foot standing out in front of the other, and begin to jump as I hear a harsh snap behind me. It is followed by a continuous throbbing throughout my entire body. I try to turn, but am unable to, hands tied behind me. My head is thrown back as the water from the jets pours onto my back, shoulders, breasts, and slit… The water pours off my breasts onto the shower floor and onto the open areas between them. My head is pushed back as the water streams into my mouth, soaking my throat, nose, and eyes. I gag slightly, and my head is pushed back as far as I can go while the water flows over my entire body. The water is cold, and icy as it falls from my shoulders onto the tiles beneath me. I choke as it flows over my entire body, my neck, my back, my ass, and finally down onto the tile beneath my feet where it crashes against the shower floor. Water pours onto my slit, and I am helped from the shower with my hands. I am helped to stand, with a pair of hands pulling me by my feet to a standing position. A pair of hands take away my collar and lead me to the bedroom. I can feel the wetness of my flesh, both from the moisture that has been deposited there and from the corner of my mouth that I involuntarily part to allow the flow. I am helped to stand, to kiss my new Master once more, and to put my collar back on.

I am left there in the dark, aching hands and feet. Some time later, I start to feel the rush of liquid from my pussy that has accumulated since my last bath. It is cool and slick and slippery and slightly sour. I hear a slight tinkling sound, and a touch of something cold and metallic… I feel a strong tug and I turn my head towards the sound. There is a tall clear wooden box there, which I discover has been modified by something very cold and metallic. I wonder what it is. It seems to me that it can be… Could I feel it? I'm not really sure. But it's definitely there. Perhaps I should see. There is no one here at all. Except for the boy. I saw him, his face barely recognisable, his hair short and grey, drinking coffee in the fancy windowed restaurant. Is that window open? Was that window open? I was as blind as a bat. I would need more than a window. I would need a clear night vision camera. I would need a night vision camera.

Or my life. What is your name? It doesn't matter. It could be a phone or a video camera. It could also be a night vision camera. I need it to be a night vision camera. And it will be, soon. The boy… well he doesn't matter any more. The girl didn't turn up. The girl was too scared to confront the boy. She probably thought he was her brother. And she was probably right. The box was taken away. The boy has been traumatised by what happened. He is in the care of the National Trust. The Trust is a special charity set up by a US billionaire philanthropist, Donatien de Sade..