"I think since you were such a little shit on your first day, to start with you can have a toilet bath and then we'll see from there." Sara says bluntly. You want to plead with her that you've had enough and won't ever try to run away again, but she doesn't bother giving you a chance before carelessly striding over to the bathroom and throwing you into said bathing grounds.
Upon resurfacing and gaining your bearings, you realize she's already sitting down over the entrance, and to your hurry she proceeds to relieve yourself as if you aren't there... no, that's not quite right. "Enjoy your new company." She laughs at the end. She gets up to shower, adding: "Like I said, I usually work from home, but I'm off so I'll be shopping and going out most of today. Better hope I don't forget about you and just flush when I get back. I'm pretty sure this place has a septic tank, which sounds like a pretty bad way to go if you don't drown on the way there!" She laughs evilly, leaving you treating foul smelling water as she goes about her day.
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In the evening, Sara finally comes to retrieve you, not forgetting about you after all. Clinging to one of her floaters, exhausted, your voice is temporarily disabled from all the fumes so you just look up pleadingly as she gets out a disinfectant wipe and dangles it for you to grab on.
You're finally lifted out of your foul torture chamber, and deposited by the sink where she lays out several more wipes big enough for you to use as blankets. "Get yourself cleaned up while I go eat dinner and wind down for the night." She orders you, then turns the water on in the sink just enough to emulate a garden hose's worth of for from your perspective. "If you do good then I'll consider ending your punishment early. But if I smell even a hint of shit on you when I come back then you'll be stuck between my buns, kissing my butt while I sit at the computer all day working, tomorrow. Understand?" She threatens.
"I understand, Mistress! I'll work hard, so please forgive me!" You beg hoarsely, getting a satisfied not before she leaves you to your work.
Having nowhere to run, even if you still had the courage to, you scrub yourself furiously with every spare inch of the several wipes laid out for you, before carefully climbing down into the sink basin to scrub yourself in the running water. With with a yelp, you realize she's turned on hot water only - which has reached a scalding temperature. Fording yourself to endure the pain as best as you can, a few seconds at a time, you try to look at it positively as helping you clean better until Sara returns and...