After what seemed an age, the banquet was over. Anari lay in a pool of juice, stray pieces of fruit littering the plate and remaining in her cleavage and pussy. The Master signalled to the butler who wheeled the gurney back to the kitchen. Here Anari was released from her bonds, taken back to her room by Miss Simpson and ordered to bath. Gratefully, Anari soaked her aching body in the deep warm water then slipped into bed and allowed Miss Simpson to chain her by the wrist to the bed-head. Then, exhausted by her experiences of the day, she fell asleep immediately. .....