"Showered in Submission"

The next day, Suzuya stood under the warm water of the shower, letting it wash away the remnants of the previous night's depravities. He closed his eyes, letting the water massage his scalp, and began to lather up his hair. The soap stung his eyes, but he welcomed the pain, telling himself that it was a small price to pay for the freedom to clean himself. Just as he was starting to feel a sense of normalcy, he heard the shower door open behind him. He turned to see Big Madam step inside, her massive frame filling the small space. Water cascaded down her body, accentuating her curves and making her look like a goddess of depravity. Suzuya's heart sank as Big Madam approached him, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. She reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling his wet body against hers. Her cock pressed against his back, hard and throbbing with anticipation. Suzuya felt a shiver run down his spine as Big Madam's hot breath washed over him. He knew what was coming, knew that he had no choice but to submit. He pressed his chest against the wall, feeling the cool tile against his skin. Big Madam laughed, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down Suzuya's spine. She reached out and grabbed both of his arms, pulling them behind his back. Suzuya felt a surge of pain as she twisted his wrists, forcing him to submit. With his body pressed against the wall, Big Madam began to grind against him. Her cock slid against his back, leaving a trail of precum in its wake. Suzuya moaned, the sound echoing off the shower walls. Big Madam's grip on his arms tightened as she pressed her body against his. The water pounded against them, creating a rhythmic beat that seemed to match the pounding of Suzuya's heart. As the minutes ticked by, Suzuya began to feel a sense of detachment. He was no longer in control, no longer in charge. Big Madam was calling the shots, and he was just along for the ride. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed off the shower walls, a loud, wet sound that seemed to go on forever. Suzuya's body began to ache, his muscles screaming in protest as Big Madam continued to use him. But despite the pain, Suzuya felt a sense of pleasure building inside him. It was a twisted, depraved pleasure, one that he knew he shouldn't feel. But he couldn't help himself, couldn't deny the sensations that Big Madam was creating. As the minutes ticked by, Big Madam's grip on Suzuya's arms began to loosen. She released him, and Suzuya felt a surge of relief. But it was short-lived, as Big Madam reached out and grabbed his hips once more. She pulled him back against her, her cock pressing against his backside. Suzuya felt a shiver run down his spine as Big Madam began to thrust against him. The water pounded against them, creating a rhythmic beat that seemed to match the pounding of Suzuya's heart. As Big Madam's thrusts grew more intense, Suzuya began to moan. The sound echoed off the shower walls, a loud, needy sound that seemed to go on forever. Big Madam's grip on his hips tightened, her fingers digging into his skin as she used him for her own pleasure. And then, in a burst of sensation, Big Madam came. Her body stiffened, her muscles locking as she released inside Suzuya. The feeling was intense, a wave of pleasure and pain that seemed to wash over him like a tidal wave. As Big Madam pulled out of him, Suzuya felt a sense of relief wash over him. He sank to the floor, his body trembling with exhaustion. Big Madam laughed, a low, husky sound that seemed to echo off the shower walls. "You're a good boy, Suzuya," she said, her voice dripping with approval. "You're a very good boy." Suzuya told himself that he was happy, that he was content. He repeated it over and over again, trying to convince himself that it was true. But deep down, he knew that he was lying. He was trapped, trapped in a world of depravity and pain. As he sat on the floor, Suzuya couldn't help but think about his situation. He was a prisoner, a plaything for Big Madam's twisted desires. But he was determined to escape, determined to survive. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As he sat there, Suzuya began to formulate a plan. He would wait for the perfect moment to make his move, wait for Big Madam to let her guard down. And then, he would strike. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya knew that he had to be careful, that he had to be clever. But he was determined, determined to escape, determined to survive. As the water continued to cascade down around him, Suzuya began to feel a sense of resolve. He would get out of this place, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid for what she had done to him. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya stood up, his body trembling with exhaustion. But he was determined, determined to survive. As he stepped out of the shower, Suzuya caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His hair was wet and sticking to his face, his eyes sunken with exhaustion. But he saw something else there, something that gave him hope. He saw a spark of defiance, a spark of determination. Suzuya knew that he would get through this, would survive. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As he dressed, Suzuya couldn't help but think about the events that had transpired in the shower. He had been used, used for Big Madam's twisted desires. But he had also felt a sense of pleasure, a twisted, depraved pleasure that he couldn't deny. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya knew that he had to be careful, that he had to be clever. But he was determined, determined to survive. As he walked out of the bathroom, Suzuya caught a glimpse of Big Madam. She was sitting on the couch, a look of satisfaction on her face. Suzuya knew that he had to play the role, had to pretend to be the submissive. But deep down, he was working, working to escape, working to survive. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As he approached Big Madam, Suzuya felt a sense of determination. He would get through this, would survive. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya smiled, a fake, submissive smile. But deep down, he was working, working to escape, working to survive. As the day wore on, Suzuya played the role of the submissive. He did as he was told, submitted to Big Madam's every whim. But behind the scenes, he was working, working to escape, working to survive. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As the hours ticked by, Suzuya began to feel a sense of resolve. He would get out of this place, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya knew that he had to be careful, that he had to be clever. But he was determined, determined to survive. And as the sun began to set, Suzuya caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He was battered and bruised, his body aching with exhaustion. But he saw something else there, something that gave him hope. He saw a spark of defiance, a spark of determination. Suzuya knew that he would get through this, would survive. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As the night wore on, Suzuya continued to play the role of the submissive. But deep down, he was working, working to escape, working to survive. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. And as he lay in bed, Suzuya couldn't help but think about the events that had transpired. He had been used, used for Big Madam's twisted desires. But he had also felt a sense of pleasure, a twisted, depraved pleasure that he couldn't deny. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya knew that he had to be careful, that he had to be clever. But he was determined, determined to survive. As he drifted off to sleep, Suzuya felt a sense of resolve. He would get out of this place, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya smiled, a small, determined smile. He knew that he would survive, would make it through this. And as he slept, Suzuya's mind began to wander. He thought about his past, about his family and friends. He thought about his hopes and dreams, about the life he had left behind. But most of all, Suzuya thought about escape. He thought about freedom, about the life he wanted to lead. And he knew that he would do whatever it took to make it happen. As the night wore on, Suzuya's dreams were filled with visions of escape. He saw himself running, saw himself free. And he knew that it was only a matter of time before he made his move. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya slept, his body exhausted but his mind racing with plans. And as the sun began to rise, Suzuya woke up, ready to face whatever lay ahead. He was determined, determined to survive. And he knew that he would do whatever it took to make it happen. The day had just begun, but Suzuya was already planning his escape. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As he stood up, Suzuya felt a sense of resolve. He would get out of this place, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya smiled, a small, determined smile. He knew that he would survive, would make it through this. And as he began his day, Suzuya felt a sense of hope. He would escape, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya steeled himself, preparing for the challenges that lay ahead. He knew that it wouldn't be easy, but he was ready. As he walked out of the bedroom, Suzuya caught a glimpse of Big Madam. She was sitting on the couch, a look of satisfaction on her face. Suzuya knew that he had to play the role, had to pretend to be the submissive. But deep down, he was working, working to escape, working to survive. The thought gave him strength, gave him hope. Suzuya smiled, a fake, submissive smile. And as he began his day, Suzuya knew that he would do whatever it took to make it happen. He would escape, would find a way to freedom. And when he did, he would make sure that Big Madam paid. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill of excitement that he couldn't ignore. Suzuya was determined, determined to survive. And he knew that he would do whatever it took to make it happen.