The rain was torrential, although the thunder had receded somewhat. In a second Sally was as wet as if she had jumped into the tarn. The water plastered her hair to her head and ran down her face in rivulets, and, worst of all, it poured into her eyes, so she could see nothing but a blur. It was also cold; colder than she would have thought possible on a mild day in March. Gasping, she struggled to follow the pull of the lead, her bare feet often immersed where the water stood in puddles. She would have loved to make a dash for the house, but even if that had been allowed, she could only take short, shuffling steps. She was taken via the garden gate and the alpine garden, where Maude was able to stride from rock to rock, while she sloshed through deeper pools where the stream was overflowing. After what seemed a very long time they reached the main lawn, but instead of being led straight to the house she was dragged over to one of the borders.

'These little chrysanths were only planted on Thursday; I was worried that they would need watering over the weekend. It's good that they've had this shower.' Turning to look directly at her charge she went on;

'You look very sexy wet. Look at the water on your breasts; the way it runs down and gathers to fall off your nipples in little cascades.' She held her hands open to collect the flows, and moved them to stroke and caress the glossy mounds. She moved in close and pulled her hood over to cover both their faces, and joined their mouths together, feeling the coldness of the nude girl's wet lips. Despite the temperature they felt even softer than usual, and made an even closer, more airtight seal. But she also felt a tremble in the shoulders as she grasped them, and decided that further exposure was counter-productive. She broke off and they finished the journey to the kitchen porch. Sally stood shivering on the tiles, relieved to be out of the driving rain but still cold, so her mistress left her for a minute to return- minus the mac- with two white bath towels. One she used as a mat, grumbling about drips on 'my nice clean floor', With the other she rubbed her dry, using enough friction warm her up as well. Then she led the way through into the lounge, and lay her flat on the sofa facing the patio. Then she stripped, straddled her face, grasped her head, and pulled it hard into her crotch. After she had satisfied herself, she stretched and relaxed, using a convenient breast for a pillow, but she was not allowed long. The landline rang, and Sally found herself trying to extrapolate from half a conversation with Mikaela. Yes, she had been good, except that she had been caught masturbating this morning (audible sounds from the other end). Yes, she still had her hands taped behind her back (surprised noises). Yes, Maude would see to it. She would order dinner. She would have something nice for Mikaela when she came home. She was looking forward to seeing her.

Hanging up, Maude took a hard look at her slave, decided that no plea for release was imminent, and left the room. She was gone for about twenty minutes, and then only returned to check on her charge before disappearing again. Sally closed her eyes and appeared to be dozing, but by now the ache in her shoulders too severe for that. Nevertheless, when her owner returned to announce that the seven hours were up, she returned only an innocent: 'Thank you for telling me, mistress'.

'I'm going to have to speed things up a bit,' was the reply,' I've got things to do before Mikaela joins us.'

A few short minutes later Sally was standing against one of the posts that supported the ceiling beams, with a wooden pole under her armpits The metal eyes at each end were roped to a ring above her head, and she was hanging, and it hurt. Without the weakening effect of the day's bondage she might have stood it for half an hour, and she managed to grit her teeth and last ten minutes, but the end was inevitable.

'Mistress, I beg you to release my arms.'

The pain became bearable as soon as her feet were back on the floor, and the tape connecting her wrists to the waist chain was soon cut away with sharp scissors. She was locked to the post by her collar, and it took another ten minutes to release her wrists, very carefully, with the scissors and a sharp knife. She was left to exercise her arms for five minutes, and it did take that time to get them moving properly again. She was surprised to feel very flat, almost depressed, as if she had hoped that her arms would never be free again. She snapped out of it when her mistress came back, cuffed her hands in front, and took her, via the toilet, upstairs. The destination was not a bedroom but the family bathroom.

'You had a good long shower this afternoon, but I wasn't so self-indulgent, and I'm still all clammy. I'll take a shower.'

She was chained to a towel-rail by her wrists, and had to watch while Maude stripped and took a very long, very leisurely shower. The open 'wet alcove' gave an unobstructed display as she paid special attention to her breasts, buttocks and intimate openings, going over them several times each. Sally started kneading her own boobs but was stopped with a sharp word and a wagging finger. When her tormentor finally came out and took a towel, she tried to nuzzle her back, which was turned to her, but was rewarded with nothing but a brief peck on the lips. When Maude was finally dry, moisturised and dressed in a long bathrobe, she was taken to Mikaela's bedroom, which looked exactly as it had the day before.

'This is a tricky one to get just right, and we have to do everything in the right order. Mikaela should be here in about twenty minutes, so don't distract me. You can put this on first.'

'This' turned out to be a breather gag: a thick, hollow rubber tube over two inches long, faced with a black leather pad. When fitted it completely covered the mouth, with a hole in the middle and a row of metal studs round the edge for decoration. The strap buckled and locked behind the head. There were chin and head straps as well, also locked in place. Sally found it neither more nor less comfortable than the gag she had worn the day before, but being able to breathe freely through her mouth gave her confidence.

'It comes with a few accessories'; Maude produced them like a keen shop assistant, demonstrating how they fitted. 'There's a funnel for introducing liquids, and a kind of whistle that sounds if you breathe through it, but we don't need those now.'

Sally was still wondering about the liquids when Maude produced a black, penis-shaped rubber dildo, lubricated it with KY Jelly, and inserted it was far as it would go. It had a flange that fitted against her pubic mound, and that in turn had a flat vertical loop fitted to the outside. The next item was strap-on dildo, mounted on a rubber belt with a hook inside that fitted into the loop. The assembly was tightly buckled at the side. Sally now sported an extremely realistic Caucasian penis, fully erect at about seven inches, with a slight upward curve. She was then made to bend over with her hands over her head, so that her breasts hung free. A thick rubber band was fitted round the base of each, and she was pulled in front of the full-length mirror to examine the result. The bands had been carefully chosen; she could feel their pressure but they did not hurt; not yet at least. Her boobs were made more bulbous- more protruding- and the nipples more forward pointing. Combined with the gag, with black straps framing her chin and nose and passing up between her eyes, and the thrusting shaft of the male tool below, it made an image that threatened to turn her knees to jelly.