Chilled Water with a Soapy Feast

Here’s a situation I’ve experienced (on one of those rare times when the house is empty!). My shower sits in a fairly big glass enclosure, and on one side there’s a chrome grab handle that’s securely fixed to the wall at roughly three and a half feet up. It’s a type where water only flows when electricity is present, delivering a powerful spray. I’ve connected an electrical socket with a plug-in timer. With the temperature dialed down as low as it goes, I set the timer for a 15-minute delay before starting, after which it cycles on and off every five to ten minutes. I kneel inside the shower wearing full rubber gear along with my homemade funnel gag. My legs and ankles are bound together, and I’ve secured a rope from both my belt loop and dog collar up to that grab handle. The top of the funnel gag is tied in as well. The head is locked into place by the gag. A short line connects my handcuffs to the ankle cords, and with everything set, I clip my hands behind me. Movement is very limited; escaping this torture seems unlikely. I’ve already placed two or three bars of West soap inside the funnel gag. There’s a quiet click as the timer engages, and suddenly cold water soaks through in sharp droplets. Since the gag holds firm, I can’t tilt my head away from the stream. The soap turns mushy, forcing me to swallow that unpleasant soapy liquid. Eventually the shower cuts out, but it feels like just a brief pause before the soaking starts again and repeats until I’m finally released. Lovely!