“Stay away from the very center, slave. The bottom drops away into a deep hole, and it is very hot down there.”
Where the water near the edge rises to just above Brin’s knee, it is waist deep on me. Warm enough to make my badly burned genitals feel afire all over again, it would otherwise make for a perfectly relaxing bath. As Goddess ties my leash about a boulder and then moves forward to stand under the fall, I move cautiously in deeper and gingerly lower myself until I’m submerged to the neck.
Though I feel terribly scalded all over my front, it is something of a relief to be out of the wind. After a moment I begin to carefully rub the mud from myself, worsening that burning as I lose my protective crust. I can see what Goddess meant about properly enjoying my next roasting. Yet I ca
