By the time morning arrived, I was exhausted. I had managed to doze off a few moments here and there, but for the most part, had a sleepless night. Gee, wonder why. I was grumpy when Chuck woke up and addressed me cheerfully. He unlocked the cage and motioned for me to exit it.

"Take out the plugs and get them clean; this time you can use the soap and water in the shower, but you will usually be cleaning them with your mouth." My startled gaze shot to his face, but he was blase about it. "Get used to it. Go shower and whatever else you do to get ready for the day, as breakfast will be here in half an hour."

I hurried to the bathroom and Chuck entered immediately behind me. I was embarrassed when he sat on the toilet and grabbed a magazine. He told me to keep doing what I needed to do to get ready so I hesitantly went back to my business. I felt awkward and was happy to escape to the shower. I loved the shower stall, if you could call it that. It was large enough for eight people to fit comfortably and had so many shower heads in it you could stand in the middle and not move but be sprayed by water head to toe. I looked up. There was even a waterfall shower head embedded in the ceiling. Wow.

Chuck entered the shower just as I was beginning to soap up. I remembered him sitting on the toilet and turned red again. Quickly, I went back to showering and washed my hair, rinsed off and stepped out. Chuck finished at almost the same time and after drying off, left the bathroom. I had no idea where my clothes were so I grabbed a white fluffy towel that was in the bathroom closet and wrapped myself in it. Just as I was finishing combing out my hair so it wouldn't tangle, I heard the food arrive and exited the bathroom. I was sooo hungry!

Chuck's booming voice stopped me short; "WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO WEAR CLOTHES???"

My heart leaped into my throat and I fumbled with the tie of the robe. I couldn't get it off fast enough and I was trembling all over as I tugged. I finally got it unfastened and quickly knelt in the submissive position, shaking like a leaf from head to toe, the robe pooled around me on the floor.