Despite the odd (and frightening) circumstances, the shower was indeed deeply luxurious. I did as I was told, without comment, scrubbing him thoroughly, but gently. Again, if the idea is go with the flow, better not to piss him off by rubbing his balls raw with the sponge, however much I might want to. When he was cleaned to his own satisfaction, I turned my attention to myself.
I felt so dirty, between being tied up and sweating from anxiety and running around naked and already being violated (sure, it was minor but at the time it didn't feel that way) and I was seeking some form of control for myself. So I took a bit longer than he would have liked, but I scrubbed myself almost raw.
When I was done, I stepped out and towel-dried my glowing skin and glossy hair. After I liberally applied moisturizer to my face and body, 199 applied my makeup neatly and silently, then blew my hair dry and styled it lightly, just tousling my natural curls so they fell in soft waves around my face and down my back.

After it was all finished, I was presented for his inspection. I have to say, despite the fact that I was stark naked, I really did feel beautiful. It was shameful and wonderful at the same time!