Naomi gets a cold shower

Clara unlocked the ankle cuffs and Naomi stood, but as she tried to step out of the cubicle, Clara placed a hand on her, nudging her so she was behind the chain that hung from the ceiling.

“Hold out your hands,” Clara said.

Naomi felt like asking, ‘what now?’ but thought better of it; she didn’t want to be punished further after all.

She reluctantly lifted her hands up in front of her with the wrists pointing up. She felt embarrassed at how submissive she must have looked right now, but she had **** but to obey Clara’s every demand.

“Good girl,” Clara said as she took the first wrist, handcuffing it to the ring at the end of the chain again. Naomi’s wrists were already sore from last time, but she stood and offered her other hand up and Clara handcuffed that one to the ring too.

As Naomi stood there, Clara walked over to the wall, turning some sort of handle, and the chain began to raise slowly, clinking as it went. Naomi gulped, wondering whether she was going to be dangling from the ceiling soon. Clara smiled and kept going as Naomi’s hands were now above her head. She finally stopped when Naomi could only stand on her tiptoes.

She moved from one foot to the other, trying to get comfortable, but it was painful with all that weight on the tiptoes.

“It’s time for your shower,” Clara said.

Despite everything that was happening to Naomi, she couldn’t help but find Clara’s smile pretty. Her hair was gorgeous too, so long and shiny.

Clara pressed the button on the wall and the water sprayed out. It was freezing, and Naomi let out a high pitched shriek. Clara laughed as Naomi wriggled around, waiting for it to heat up.

But it didn’t

Clara had left it on the coldest setting. It was so cold on Naomi’s skin, she shivered as it continued to wash all over her, turning her pink and she wriggled like a fish on the line.

“Please, turn it off!” Naomi cried out.

Water splashed on her as Clara smacked her thigh with the riding crop. “You call me mistress, remember?”

“Please Mistress, please turn it off. It’s so cold.” Naomi shivered frantically. She couldn’t remember ever being this cold. The soles of her feet felt like she was walking on ice. She wanted to lift her tiptoes off the ground, but her wrists wouldn’t be able to hold her weight.

“Not yet, Naomi. We need to give you a good clean. Now turn around so you can get the front of you cleaned up.”

Naomi winced, not wanting to feel the cold on any more of her body. Her back had gone a little numb from it now. The riding crop slapped her hip though, and she tiptoed around, immediately feeling the frozen burn on her side.

The freezing water sprayed her face, her chest, her pussy. It was unbearable. She couldn’t see Clara’s face from here, but no doubt she was loving this as Naomi’s skin had gone completely pink. She felt so numb and cold. The water dripped from her hair; that was a little warmer than what came out of the shower, but the water from the shower gushed out rapidly.

Finally, it was turned off. Naomi took sharp, whimpering breaths. Her body felt a little warmer as each drop dribbled off her, but her feet were frozen, and the cold water continued to pool around them as it drained from the rest of her

“Now turn back and face me.”

Naomi tiptoed the fastest she could, getting another smack on the ass for being too slow. That one really hurt with her skin so raw and cold. She wanted to cry, wanted to throw herself on her knees and beg for mercy from whatever else Clara had planned.

“I’ll leave you here for a moment to drip dry,” Clara said as she looked Naomi’s pink, dripping body up and down. She blew a kiss as she walked away.