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belly and breasts, feeling the skin she lived inside.
    So now she knew. The orgasm that had just thrilled her to the core had been more satisfying than any she had shared with Jack. In future she would just masturbate. No need to be bored by ordinary men like Jack, or frightened and hurt by strange men like David – not that there were other men like David. If what she needed was to be humiliated, restrained and chastised, she could do that little job herself. Think of all the trouble and disappointment she could avoid by being her own tormentor!
    Masturbation was logical after all. Everybody was alone inside their own bodies and minds, and the idea of any kind of communication between human beings was only a comforting lie. It was time she learned how to live as very few people ever did live: without the facile, unreal support of illusions. Coming back to this damned bathroom of crazy David had been a good idea after all. The shock of seeing this chamber of horrors once more, after two years, had cleared her mind and helped her to understand herself, which meant she could understand everything.
    True, the bath itself was formidable, even without David, its creator. It was huge. It was as red as fresh-spilled blood. Worst of all, it had shiny steel rings at its ends, sides and bottom, attachment points for restraint, and Mary knew how strong they were, how impossible to budge. David had told her with some kind of crazy pride that each of those rings had a metal root set deep into a metal frame that surrounded the bath. Yes, of course David was insane.
    Mary did not step into the bath. She took a deep breath, lying on the cool tiles face down at one end, and then she slid forwards into the warm water with her arms stretched out in front of her, and she looked down at the scarlet bottom of the bath, and she felt the shiny steel rail at the end of the bath stroke her whole long body, and then all of her was inside the hot, sensuous caress of the water, it enveloped her body like a warm wet giant’s mouth, and all she could hear was the murmur of the water from the tap falling into the bath, a sound that was an interference to stop her thinking too much, a womblike reassurance like the sound of her mother’s blood from a time before Mary had been born, a time when she did not have to live in the world with all its complexity of choices.
    Laughing, she rolled over and floated on her back. How good it was just to float!
    Obviously she had to come again. She put on long black plastic gloves and admired herself in the mirror. How strange she looked! Yet that was the real her, her in David’s bath, more real than she could ever be in any office or anywhere else. Now she was stronger. Now she could do anything she liked, because she made the most difficult decision any human being can make: she granted herself absolute and unconditional freedom.
    Embracing and caressing and supportive, the sensuality of the warm water flooded her body and soul as she lay back in the bath with her feet toward its glittering taps. Mary stroked her body all over, loving the feel of the plastic gloves sliding over her skin, so well-lubricated by the bath foam liquid that turned the hot water so deliciously slippery. What was sex in a dry bed compared to this exotic, scented, luxury of heated, wet slipperiness?
    How long and wide that scarlet bath was! So long and wide that even a tall woman like Mary could float there without any part of her body touching the sides or ends.
    Fantasies of being tied up and helpless danced in Mary’s mind as she rolled around in the deepening water and thrust out her tits and arse, just as if David were there and she was striving to distract him from punishing her by presenting her body like a sex slave. She masturbated with crazed vigour, splashing and jerking about like a fish trapped in a too-shallow pond.
    Pain and pleasure in alternation: that was what Mary granted her flesh now, like an empress graciously bestowing