Like the hotel suite they’d just left the furnishings were lavish if not so opulent. There was both a shower stall and a huge sunken Jacuzzi, the latter flanked by enormous windows looking out on the expansive back yard and with a skylight overhead. Next to the toilet bowl was another sunken space, this one rectangular and only about a foot and a half by two feet, eight inches deep with a drain in the middle. Four gleaming steel shackles were attached by short chains to the rear of this depression. Noticing Aileen’s puzzled frown, Goddess Sara spoke up.
“We feared you might need a lot of training to master toilet service without spilling, Aileen. We never dreamed you’d become a perfect commode so instantly. Here you can be restrained at the ideal comfort level for us to squat on your face
