Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

“You need to clean me up in the shower and you need to get cleaned up too. Then you’ll have time to piss, shit, drink a lot of water, and get something to eat. You are going to need it.”

Zarina groaned but obeyed and stood up. I locked her wrists together in front of her and took a spreader bar from the locked cabinet out. I pushed Zarina back onto the bed and she did not resist much as I stretched her legs apart to what looked like a fairly painful degree. Zarina pivoted off each leg as best she could to follow me to the shower. I could hear her soft sobs and restraints clinking behind me. I sat on a stool in the shower under warm water as Zarina massaged and scratched my scalp while working classic Aēsop rosemary, juniper, and cedarwood scented shampoo into a lather. She was really trying to get back in my good graces. After soaping up a Salux cloth and scrubbing me down, devoting special care between my legs, she tried again to bend forward as best she could with the spreader and give me a blowjob, but I pushed her back again and said, “Easy….”

Maybe Zarina got the hint that I was feeling too sensitive, but she whimpered anyway. Or maybe it was the realization that she couldn’t do anything to ingratiate herself and convince me to go easier on her later.

I turned off the shower and waited for Zarina to dry me off with a towel. It didn’t look like Zarina had used any of the other towels while I was gone, and I remembered that she had not touched them when I had reviewed the footage of the past two days. Good girl. Perhaps she did not think it was worth the risk of getting caught somehow.

“Ok, I’m going to go make breakfast for myself. Use the bathroom and make sure you wash out your ass with the shower hose outside. Eat your usual helping and drink at least a dog bowl of baking soda and water at the prescribed mixture. Lastly, though, take a cold shower. You’ve felt more hot water than you deserve.”

Zarina was already shivering as soon as we left the steam filled bathroom. She never enjoyed the full benefit of being directly under the warm showerhead, but she at least felt balmy splashes. Her shivering was also likely the fear that whatever I had planned for her had something to do with her being cold and wet. Could it be that I wanted to reduce the electrical resistance of her skin yet another time? Maybe I was going to leave her in an ice bath again? If only I could hear her thoughts….

Zarina was struggling to take pivot steps with the spreader bar as she headed for her dog bowl.

I shouted after her: “Be thorough! But you’ll want to hurry. You definitely better be done before I finish breakfast!”

I got dressed, left the bedroom and graciously kept the door open for her. In the kitchen I tossed a bone-in New York steak on a cast iron-pan and started heating water in a large roasting pan. As I was cooking, Zarina came shuffling out with her spreader bar, avoiding eye-contact with me. 

“I shouldn’t have to tell that you everything should be clean enough for you to lick.”

“Yes, Master,” Zarina muttered sheepishly. 

Again, I know it’s a tough balance for Zarina between trying to be candid about her feelings and pretending like she enjoys being my sex slave. This time I decided not to punish her further for her lack of enthusiasm. What was coming was bad.

Standing up, I ate a yogurt parfait with granola and fresh fruit, as I browned both sides of my steak. I tend to multi-task. No point giving Zarina more time either, and I am always itching wanted to get back to the good stuff. My steak reached my preferred rare temperature of around 125 degrees Fahrenheit, and then I let it cool and rest on my plate for over 5 minutes. Meanwhile, I went and grabbed some of the heavier dumb bells from the gym and placed them around the roasting tray that the water was percolating in. Then I tossed a thermometer into the water. A little while later Zarina came shuffling back from the inner courtyard with her head down again and went straight into her cold shower. I sat down to eat and was down to my last few slices of steak when she stepped out, legs spread wide, dripping wet and shivering. 

“All done, Master,” Zarina said quietly.

She was fidgeting with her locked hands. I stood up and my cock was slowly rising. I knew I was ready to go. Zarina’s was gazing at my cock and she shuffled towards me, but she still looked apprehensive.

“Fuck me with your throat.”

Zarina complied. Certainly this was nowhere near the worst thing she imagined for a punishment. I forced her head down on my cock a few times, getting her to cough up the thick phlegm.

“You said you wanted to work on your deepthroating.”

Zarina nodded with a blank look in her eyes and tried to push my cock a little further.

I let her bob up and down a few more times. Before it felt too good to stop, I pulled out.

“Whaaa?” She looked up at me.

“Here, come over to the stove. Let’s get you warmed up.”

Zarina clearly did not trust me and knew it was a trap. But she sighed and complied anyway. I locked her ankle restraints to the legs of the stove. She stared at the roasting tray of now steaming water.

“What are you making?”

In a quick swoop I grabbed Zarina’s wrist restraints, double her over the tray, and locked her wrists to a hole in the back corner of the stove.

“Just heating some water.”

Then it hit her and she started thrashing.