Wash her yourself

Smiling, you grab the body wash and start rubbing her down, starting with her breasts, moving to her shoulders, arms, and back, and working your way down. She coos in pleasure as you rub her body, and gasps when you reach her cum-filled pussy.

You smile and start to finger her, the water mixing with your and her cum, and she moans loudly, like an animal in heat, working her crotch against your hand to try and get you deeper inside her. As most of your hand slips inside her pussy, she cums, loudly, screaming out her pleasure to the world.

A quick second rinse later, you manage to extricate yourself from the shower, and the two of you dry off, almost casually. How much that has to do with your self-restraint versus your empty balls, though, is a question for the ages.

As soon as she's finished drying herself off, Yoko snatches her collar off the sink and clasps it back on, seeming to hate not having it around her neck. That reminds you...you left her bag of possessions and clothes back in the living room, just strewn around. How very messy of you both; you need to get your new ****'s things packed.

Heading back to the living room, you find everything right where you left it. Her gym bag is dropped by the door, and her clothes are lying on the floor near the couch. To your mild surprise, Yoko doesn't show any special reaction to seeing her things.

You ask her, "Yoko, don't you want to pack your clothes and other things?"

She shrugs. "Do you? I have nothing you don't allow me to have. You could throw it all away if you wanted and keep me nude even in public. I live to serve your whims."

Right, the **** thing. With how active she is in teasing you, it's easy to forget that she still thinks of herself as a sex **** with no rights.

You shake your head and tell her, "I told you, we'll pack this up and have it available for you. I'll carry your bag, why don't you gather your clothes up and follow me?"

She looks upset at this. "Master, are you sure? I could carry it for you! I'm your ****...you shouldn't exert yourself on my behalf."

"I'm carrying it, and that's final...now pack up your clothes."

She grabs her clothes, casually, not caring much about them, and follows you to the bedroom. Inside, you put her bag on the bed and start pulling her things out.

The bag, as you'd already seen, is packed to bulging. Aside from a latex bodysuit and a microkini, it also contains several crops, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, leashes, vibrators, and a huge length of silk rope, and finally a remote control.

You pick up the remote, and ask her, "What is this, Yoko?"

She gives it a close look. "It's my remote control, Master. You can control me with it, either to give me verbal directions from a distance, change my behavior and arousal, or do other things...the manual is right here."

She reaches into the bag and pulls out her manual. It's a thick document, about half the size of a paperback novel.