Chapter Seven
When she wakes in the morning Stephen isn’t there. She puts her hand between her legs and feels the two plugs still in place. But the padlock that Stephen had put on has been removed. That can only mean one thing, surely; she’s allowed to take the plugs out if she wants to. She’s feeling pretty grimy, badly in need of a shower. She goes in the bathroom. Easing the plugs out of her ass and her cunt, she washes them in the basin, then steps into the shower and sluices off the traces of yesterday’s s****l activities. With her razor she carefully shaves her legs and crotch. When she’s dry she wonders what if anything she ought to wear. The summer frock she arrived in is draped over the back of a chair. Through the window she can see that the sun is shining, so she slips it on an
