Mistress releases me from my bonds and I collapse on the floor. I hear a scraping sound and then my head is pulled up by the hair. My face is shoved into my bowl full of cummy fluids and it is either slurp or drown, so of course, I slurp. By the time I finish cleaning out my bowl I am eagerly licking the sides of the empty dish, and Mistress has to pull me up by the hair to get me to stop.

She drags me across the room using my hair as a leash and I see we are approaching the collection of cages. I am exhausted, and the thought of receiving some rest is overwhelmingly appealing to me. I show shock on my face when she opens the door of the smallest cage and gestures for me to get in. I fold up my long body as best I can and shimmy my way inside. I barely fit and can feel the bars at the top of the cage touching my back. She shuts the door and I realize my toes will be pressing painfully against the bars behind me all night. I shift around, uncomfortable. I gasp in surprise when she reaches through the bars to lift my arms up and behind me, securing them in place. I am crammed in the small space, with my forehead resting on my knees. My shins start to ache immediately, and I know I am in for a long, miserable night.

I hear Mistress fiddle with something on top of the cage, clinking sounds accompany her actions, then she walks to the wall and throws a switch. The cage starts to rise. I groan when I feel it shift. Soon I am lifted high enough that even Master can walk under the suspended cage without having to duck his head. Silent tears start to flow as I try my hardest to get comfortable.

I hear Master lock Mistress away for the night and soon the room is dark. My feet soon start to cramp on me and I wiggle my toes to try to stave off the charlie horse. I gasp and groan at the shooting pains. The entire night was a battle against cramps and when my legs and arms finally go numb, I welcome it.

The next morning, after I hear Master send Mistress on an errand, I feel the cage start to move. I am being lowered and my relief is palpable. I begin to cry again and when Master opens the cage door I back out, weeping and sobbing in painful relief. It takes a bit of time for the feeling to come back to my limbs and during this, Master simply stands over me and watches. I am grateful to him for his patience, and when he leans down to clip a leash on my collar, I instantly roll up onto my knees in a submissive position. He fastens a short chain from my wrists to my ankles and I realize that I will now be forced to crawl with short movements.

My bladder reminds me of my need to relieve myself and I look up at him in a silent plea. Glancing from him to the bathroom, I hope he understands what I want. To my dismay he makes a tsk noise and tugs my leash. I follow him as quickly as I can, occasionally falling behind and when I do, he is content to drag me. He opens a trapdoor in the floor and we negotiate the narrow steps leading down into the darkness. When he flips on the lights, I gasp. It looks like a dungeon! There are rings embedded in the walls and I see a pile of chains and shackles in a corner. I even see rings embedded in the floor!

He pulls me to the center of the room and has me lay on my back. He fastens my collar to rings in the floor and now I can't lift my head. My arms are pulled above my head and stretched straight then fastened down. He straightens my legs and fastens my ankle cuffs. I am now stretched out like a speed bump in the middle of the room.

My breath catches when he pulls his pants off. I watch as he stands above me and takes his hard cock in a fist and slowly pumps it. I can't take my eyes off of his actions. My lips part and my tongue darts out as if I am licking the head of his swollen cock. I groan when he steps forward and straddles my head. He's now facing my feet, standing over me and I gasp as he begins to squat and I see his beautiful ass get closer and closer to my mouth. He stops his movement when he is just out of reach of my tongue.

“Steel, you must beg to lick my asshole. Understand?”

I groan with embarrassment and respond, “Sir…umm, may I please lick you?”

I feel him pinch one of my nipples and I squirm and moan.

“Try again my pain-slut.”

I feel a surge of sexual pleasure when he calls me his painslut. I gasp out, “Sir, may I PLEASE lick your asshole, Sir?”

He lowers himself and I seek out my prize. I run my tongue along the crack of his ass until I find what I seek. His scent fills my nostrils, and my arousal spikes instantly. I lick and lick, then try to fuck it with my stiff tongue. I realize to my surprise that my hips are surging as I am doing this. I feel hot fluid stream across my body and a moment later, smell the acrid scent of urine. Holy Shit! He pissed on me! I had seen him do this to Mistress and wondered about it. I pulled at my bonds, trembling, squirming, moaning into his ass. I could feel him gently striking me with a crop. I took a breath and begged him for permission to relieve my own bladder, he granted me permission and I let loose, soaking the leather panel of my chastity belt.

I groan in frustration when he suddenly stands up. My eyes widen when he walks to a cabinet and retrieves a leather hood. He walks over to my bound form and works the leather hood down over my head. Just like the last time I had a hood over me, I could only breath through holes over each nostril. I feel the hood tighten. Sounds are now muffled. Suddenly, the leather covering my mouth parts accompanied by the sound of a zipper. I feel a touch at my lips and I open my mouth, expecting his cock. I grunt when he shoves a ring gag in and buckles it on tightly. I lay there, wondering what would happen next.

The hot liquid hitting the back of my mouth startles me. It is my first taste of piss and I am shocked. With my head pinned down I can't spit out the urine. I hold it in my mouth with my tongue blocking my throat. When my tongue starts to ache, I realize I won't be able to do this indefinitely and that I have no choice but to swallow. I move my tongue and gurgle. Coughing slightly, I get the liquid down.

God help me but I was still so aroused. I squeeze my thighs together hoping for the sensation needed to achieve orgasm. My hips surge and retreat, rotate and grind. I pull at my bonds. I wanted to cum so bad.