Waking up the next morning, I was alone in my bed, my hands no longer tied but faint bruises remained. If it wasn't for them, I'd have believed I'd just had another intense fantasy. I struggled to slide off the side of my bed and my muscles quivered like jelly. I was sore and unable to even hold myself up. I needed to rehydrate, desperately. I stumbled my way to the bathroom and quickly peed. Standing up and flushing the toilet, I made my way to the shower and froze. There in the corner, the garden tub was filled to the brim with a bubbling fragrant concoction of steaming water....