The difference between the first evening of captivity and last night is night and day. The first evening I came so many times I lost count. Now, I haven't come since that first evening when Mistress had her face buried between my thighs. So much had happened since then. I realize that my forced chastity is having an unforeseen effect on me. I am craving Master. I am craving Mistress. I crave any attention whatsoever from them. It makes me feel more like their slave than mere bonds do. The realization makes my hips grind and rotate more, my moans continuing until I start to tire. The lack of sleep from last night's cage confinement has me sinking slowly into exhaustion, until it finally overtakes me.

I sleep deeply, not even dreams are disrupting my slumber. Suddenly, I feel as though I have been doused with ice water. I come shockingly awake, screaming and trying to squirm away from the freezing cold. "SHUT UP" I hear Mistresses voice yelling in my ear through the leather hood. I try to be quiet, but whimpers and soft moans still escape my lips. I nearly jump out of my skin when the freezing spray hits my clit. By the time the water stops, I am freezing, trembling with goosebumps all over my skin.

I feel the chastity belt being removed, then a hard bristled brush is scrubbing at me. I moan and squirm, crying out when I feel it rasping across my nipples. I feel something hard shove between my legs and into my pussy. It is slowly fucking me and I begin to grind my hips again. I feel it retreat. Suddenly, it is shoved into my ass and I surge upward as best I can in my bonds. I groan loudly and whine a bit when it starts fucking my ass. It is pressed hard and deep and left there.

I am panting through the mouth gag and the wet leather hood is is cold and oppressive on my head. I relax and concentrate on breathing through my nose, so that my mouth won't dry out. I flinch when I feel a sharp blade drag across my pubic mound. I realize I am being shaven, although there's not much to be removed. The blade feels like a machete to my blinded senses, and I am still as can be. I breathe a sigh of relief when the shave is complete. The sigh of relief quickly turns into a squeal when I feel the freezing cold spray on my body once again.

Before long I am once again shivering, goosebumps all over. My breathing is heavy through my nose holes and the leather hood is a cold mass on my head. I lay there, getting my breathing back to normal. Soon, I feel fingers at the top of my head, the hood and ring gag loosens and then is pulled off, revealing Mistress. I look at her for several moments, then belatedly remember to avert my gaze. I sense her shifting and turn my eyes back to see she is straddling my head the same way Master did earlier. I think I can guess what she wants and before she demands it of me I say, "Please Mistress, may I lick your asshole?"

I hear her chuckle and say, "Hmmm, I think Ford has been teaching you manners"

I hear her sharp intake of breath and see her look around quickly. "I mean, the Master has been teaching you manners"

Her ass lowers to my face and I meet it's descent with my stiff tongue. I lick her asshole, wondering what she would do if I snaked my tongue lower to her pussy, but I was too scared to try it. I can hear her cooing above me as I grunt and lick, poking my tongue at her ass.