My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Ep. 6 Consequences by Marita A. Hansen

being so snappy, her anguish hitting close to home.
“I’m sorry for your pain. Losing a brother is...” shattering . I paused, getting myself under control. “If it makes you
feel some sense of comfort I was told Lucky died quickly. My
sister-in-law tried to poison my brother, but your brother instead
took the drink. Again, I am sorry for the pain it has caused you.
Considering what I’ve done to you, that may seem strange, but I
truly mean it,” and I did. I hated her brother, but I understood her grief.
    “ Grazie ,” she sobbed. “I’m just grateful it
wasn’t you.”
    The sound of the guard entering caught my
attention. I rose to my feet. “Clean her,” I said, pointing to
Camila. I now regretted asking for the ice cold water, her grief
affecting me. I wouldn’t punish her for speaking without
permission; she didn’t deserve it in this instance.
    The guard poured the water over her lower
half. She shot up out of the chair, the cold making her shriek. She
wrapped her arms around herself and started moving on the
spot.
    The guard picked up the next
bucket.
    “ No, stop,” I said,
“That’s enough, let her be.”
    The guard nodded, placing the bucket on
the floor.
    I walked over to him, extending my
hand. “Give me the key to unlock Rita’s chains.”
    He fished in his pocket, then handed it
to me.
    I glanced at Camila, wanting to make a
concession. “Get some towels,” I said to the guard. “Dry her, then
tie her to the bed so she can have a rest. Just make sure you don’t
take any liberties or you will be punished.”
    “ Understood, Don.” The guard
left the room to fetch the towels, closing the door behind
him.
    Camila sat back down on the
chair , her
waist chain jingling. Her eyes were filled with tears, making her
appear vulnerable, not something I’d seen often. Even when I’d left
her she hadn’t cried ... well, not in front of me, which was
probably because she had been too busy attacking me, the woman
crazy.
    The door opened, the guard
returning with the towels. Taking one, I walked over to Rita and leaned close
to her ear. “I’m going to unlock you so you can relieve yourself,
but be assured the guard is armed and won’t hesitate to shoot if
you attack me.” I pulled away. “I will also allow you to have a
bath. Shall I assume that you won’t cause any trouble?”
    She nodded her acceptance.
    “ Buono. ” I unlocked her chains and handed
her the towel, then stepped back, curious to see what she would do.
She pushed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I waited
a few moments before following her inside. She was kneeling by the
bathtub, filling it. The memory of what I’d done to her in there
came flooding back. I wanted to do it again, making her come
against my hand, but I wouldn’t, because I had other
plans.
    With a flushed face, Rita pushed
to her feet, probably also remembering. “You said I was allowed a
bath.”
    “ I know.”
    Keeping her eyes focused on me, she
leaned over and turned off the tap. “You have a thing for baths,
don’t you?”
    “ I do, and you weren’t given
permission to speak.”
    She went still, the worried look on her
face almost comical.
    “ Don’t worry,” I said, “I won’t
punish you or Camila; I actually want to talk to you.”
    She breathed out, appearing
relieved.
    I indicated to the bath. “Looks like it’s
ready. You can get in now.”
    She climbed in, keeping her eyes on
me. I took the bar of soap from the sink and knelt beside the tub,
holding it out for her. She stared at it as though it could hurt
her.
    “ T ake it,” I said.
    She took the soap out of my hand, the
rise and fall of her breasts showing her nervousness. She pushed
the soap under the water, aiming for her pussy.
    “ Don’t move,” I said, making her
freeze. “You are to only clean where I tell you.” My eyes fell on
her tits. “Place the soap on your right nipple.”
    She did as she was told, being
surprisingly compliant. There was no frown,