The next day, a new test walks through the door.

You quickly bundle up the rope and hide it under your bedroll, knowing full well that there are cameras and perhaps even people watching you. It doesn't matter, anything is worth a shot. The rest of your day is painfully uneventful.

You are jarred from sleep the next "morning" by your Master entering your little cell. A relatively tall, lithe woman stands next to her with a small flaccid dick hanging between her legs. She has a tattoo of a serpent that looks to wrap around her mid section, ending where her pubes should be. This woman wears the familiar S-L-A-V-E collar around her neck, but something about her stance tells you that she is excited to be here. She does not look anxious like the last one. In fact, your heart begins to race as you finally understand what her stance reminds you of: a hungry dog being held back from her food bowl.

"Good Morning, Slave. Would you like to show me your skills today?"

You take a long minute to reply. This will not play out like yesterday's encounter; you will not be in control of the pace.