I was jolted from my wonderful dreams by a loud ‘clunk’ next to my head. Sir was crouching down, his right hand still resting on the handle of a bucket. I could see soap suds dripping from the rim. I move to rise but can’t! I am stopped short by my collar. It seems to be attached to the floor by a short chain. Oh my God I’m chained like an animal!

I struggle to kneel submissively. I realize that I desperately need to pee. I turn to look at him, but can’t form the words to ask. I grit my teeth and shift my position slightly.

“Do you need to relieve yourself, Steel?”

I nod at him, relieved he has guessed at what is bothering me.

“You have permission”

My relief turns to confusion as he walks to his chair and sits down. He needs to unlock me so I can go. Maybe he wants me to ask

“Please sir. Can I go to the bathroom?”

“You may. And I suggest you do it quickly”

“… I can’t get up…Sir”

“I think you know how, and I know you know where. Start acting like a Slave, and start thinking like one”

I nod my head and shift around for a more comfortable position. Maybe Mistress will unlock me I think as I wait.

Mistress crawls into the room and proceeds to scrub me with the soapy water in the bucket. I squeal in alarm. It’s very cold and the sponge is rough. Worst of all, it makes it much harder for me to control my bladder. I grit my teeth, clenching my bladder as my urine fights to get out. Mistress is rough with the sponge and when she takes off my chastity belt to clean between my legs, oh god yes, but thankfully my full bladder distracts me.

To my shock, Mistress quickly shaves me from the neck down. The cold water as she rinses me off is once again wreaking havoc with my bladder control.

I can’t hold it any longer and am mortified when I lose the battle. I can barely look either of them in the eye and flinch at Sir’s mock admonishment; “My what a dirty little girl.” The stream seems to go on forever and he even snaps a couple of pictures with my cell phone as I piss myself. I moan in relief as I finish and choke on a sob of shame as he takes the pictures.

A key lands in front of Mistress and after cleaning the urine off me and locking me back in the chastity belt, she releases the chains from the floor.

“First clean your toys” comes the command from Sir. He is pointing to the plugs that had tormented me the entire night.

I quickly pick them up, dunking them into the bucket and scrubbing them clean. I stand, a plug in each hand, wondering what to do next. He walks to me and clips the leash onto my collar. I am practically dragged across the room to a large closet. He pulls me inside and points to a cabinet. I set the plugs down where he indicated and look worriedly look at him. I am shocked at the contents of the closet. Some of the items I see strikes fear in my heart, some of them cause my pussy to tingle, and others simply confuse me. At that moment, I am grateful for the fortress of leather that covers my pussy.

Relief washes over me when he yanks me by the leash back out into the room. I am then dragged over to a large sink. “Clean your mess. And Dani’s too.”

After picking up a sponge, I turn to walk to the puddle I had made only to be brought up short by the leash. I turn to Sir and he admonishes me, “Slaves do not walk upright unless invited to do so. They also do not use furniture.”

I immediately drop to my hands and knees. How could I have forgotten that!? I just saw Mistress crawling earlier! I crawl away slowly, with the leash dragging between my legs.

As I knelt and cleaned up my puddle, Sir got his coffee and paper and returned to his chair. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mistress crawl over to him and lay at his feet. At that moment, I wanted to be in her place. As I cleaned my puddle, I imagined what it would be like to lay at his feet, to feel him stroke my hair, or even what it would be like to have him grab me by the hair and shove his cock into my mouth.

Startled by my thoughts, I mentally shook myself and crawled over to the cage in the corner. Mmmm yes, this is where a master would keep a pretty pet I think to myself as I clean up Mistress’s puddle. I wonder what it would be like to be his pretty pet and sleep here.