I sat at the desk in my office and kept an eye on the new webcam feed sent over SlaveMe.com. I had set it for no restrictions, any viewer. And unlike most ‘personal’ webcams, this one was a bit more interesting. You could clearly see Steel stretched out in a dungeon space. One could hear her moans and see her slow, frustrated movements. Even the drops of drying urine were there for all comers to see. Steel, of course really had no idea she was broadcasting. She just knew she wanted to cum, and she was glad she was out of the cage. She slowly tired and fell into a deep sleep. I turned off the feed.

Dani drove up with a van-full of stuff from Steel’s house. Boxes of records and whatever electronics and valuables Steel had, including cameras, computers, anything. She wouldn’t be returning, and we would call Salvation Army to pick up the rest. The catbox was there as well. I helped Dani unload and went to work on a Ducati in the shop. Dani lifted the hatch and descended to her Slaves new quarters, carrying Steels laptop.

Steel was sound asleep. “You reek of cum and piss, Slave” she mumbled to herself as set down the computer and patched into the camera system. She logged back in and started the feed. “Time for a bath”

Dani turned on the hose and without hesitation or warning blasted Steel as she lay chained on the floor. A shriek filled the room as Steel jerked violently and screamed as the icy-cold needles of water blasted her from her hazy dreams. “SHUT UP!” Dani screamed in her ear thru the leather hood. She quieted to moans and whimpers, barely audible above the white noise of the hose. Water hit her everywhere, and especially between her legs and around the chastity belt. The water stopped. Steel was breathing heavily, her cold hardened breasts heaving.

Dani took off the chastity belt and scrubbed her hard with a stiff brush and soapy water. She took the time to fuck Steel with its stubby, wide handle, first in the cunt, then in her ass. She left it sticking out as she retrieved a straight-razor and returned to shave Steel’s cunt. Steel could feel the cold blade and imagined a knife a foot long shaving her. She daren’t move a muscle. Dani went to turn on the hose for the final rinse. Once more cold water hit Steel, and her screams were drowned out by the sound of the rushing water.

Dani futzed around with some gear while Steel recovered. Her ring gag was small enough that it didn’t cause her too much pain, but the leather hood was soaked now. Before she knew it, Dani had unlaced it and pulled it off. Steel gazed at her Mistress before she remembered to avert her eyes. Dani just smiled at her and straddled her head, just like Ford had done. “Please Mistress, may I lick your asshole?” came the question, and as before Steel’s tongue got busy. I looked up from my work on the bike in the garage above them and stared at the monitor on the wall of the garage. I reached for the remote and turned up the volume.