The next morning

You're awoken by a loud clanging on the cage bars. You open your bleary eyes and see Mistress Gates standing by the open cell door. You crawl out but stay on your hands and knees as she fits a studded leather collar around your neck. Then with little conversation she leads you out of the dungeon through her lavishly decorated home to the bathroom where you're free to use to toilet and shower. The thought of masturbating crosses your mind as the warm water cascades over you. Surely she wouldn't be able to tell if it was washed away... but you wouldn't dare disobey her, no matter how **** you were.

Afterwords she leads you back and locks you in your cage again, slapping you ass as you crawl in. "Good ****" she comments. You cock hardens as you enjoy your submission. She hastily leaves and a few minutes later is back with a plate that she slides into your cage. "Eat" she commands and leaves you alone in the dungeon. It's a cheese and ham sandwich, which seemed generous. Perhaps this was your reward for behaving well. You greedily eat the sandwich and then sit back on your mattress, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Naturally you began fantasising about your Mistress, about the ways she would use you, about how deeply you would submit for her. You thought about the prospect of being used by Officer Meadows again, or even Miss Locke. Maybe all three at once.... Precum had begun leaking out of your erect cock. One little stroke wouldnt hurt would it? You start to move your hand to your dick..but it wont, you look down and suddenly become aware of how sluggish you're feeling. You feel so tired and weak, Mistress must have but something else in your food. Your eyes shut and you blackout on the mattress.