Waking up the next morning, I am alone in my bed, my hands are no longer tied but faint bruises remain. If it wasn't for them, I would believe I just had another intense fantasy.
I struggle to slide off the side of my bed as my muscles quiver like jelly. I am sore and unable to even hold myself up, I need to rehydrate, desperately. I stumble my way to the bathroom and quickly pee. Standing up and flushing the toilet, I make my way to the shower and freeze. There, in the corner, the garden tub is filled to the brim with a bubbling fragrant concoction of steaming water.
Hopping in, I flinch at the hot water stinging my skin. I wash quickly, my tense muscles relax in the soothing water. When I run my loofah over my neck, it stings, and I rip my hand back. My loofah is stained with dark bl
