Aspirin was handed out, coffee brewed in the kitchen, and another hour passed while the remaining ladies compared hangovers and highlights from the party’s many outrageous excesses. Finally the last guests had left and Sara came to see to Aileen.
Ignoring her slave’s miserable condition in favor of her own, Sara used the showerhead to rinse her off enough to roll her over and unlock the handcuffs. Then she removed the ring-gag.
“Clean yourself up and get dressed, Aileen. Then clean the apartment. You can do the bedroom later. And no vacuuming! Shanna and I are going back to sleep for a while. We’ll want something bland to eat when we get up – vegetable soup perhaps.”
“Yes, Mistress. Can I please take the vibrator out?”
“I suppose. But remember: no noise!”
“Yes, Mistress.”
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