When Starry awoke the next morning, she was still on the mattress but the harness had disappeared and her hands were free. She was still naked and a little disoriented but had a vague sense of why she was there. She sat up gingerly, her body was feeling a little stiff but surprisingly good and as she looked around the cage she noticed that a bowl of food had been placed in there for her and a toilet set up in the far corner. Starry attended to her needs and washed herself with a cloth and bowl of water. As she washed she tried to remember what it was that had seemed so important earlier. Something about the Master, but her mind drew a blank.
Starry sat on the floor and ate, when she finished she looked through the bars in the cage into the gloom of the workshop. She saw the stocks and the leather harness and felt herself becoming moist, her fingers automatically going down to her pussy. Starry saw a whole range of other machines and furniture and wondered when she would get to try them out as well. In the corner of the workshop she could make out a suitcase that for some reason it looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.
The door creaked open again and through it walked the Master, this time he had someone with him, a woman. Starry watched them approach, her eyes widening and her pussy becoming wetter with ever step they took. The master walked up the cage door and ordered Starry to her knees, she obeyed, immediately dropping down onto her knees and staring up at her master. He opened the cage and walked up to Starry and put the collar and lead around her neck and led her out of the cage and across the workshop floor. The master led Starry to an area where manacles hung from the ceiling and placed her wrists in the cuffs, stretching her arms up and out from her body.
Starry's ankles were also cuffed and then the chains holding them pulled tight. Starry was stretched out, unable to move at all, her legs and arms reaching out like a giant X in the middle of the workshop. Her wrists and ankles stung from the tightness of the cuffs but her face didn't display any pain she may have been suffering. The master then applied the sweet oil and Starry's body became alive with lust once more. Her nipples hardened and stuck out straight, reaching to be touched, her clit pumped full of blood, tingled with a hunger that begged to be sated and her pussy dripped her sweet juices onto the floor. Even Starry’s ass expanded in the hope of receiving something to soothe her lust. By the time the Master had finished applying the oil Starry was moaning loudly. She begged her Master to use her, to take her anyway he wanted, just so long as she could feel him inside her. The Master looked beyond Starry and the woman who had entered with him came into view.
She had changed from the street clothes she wore when she had first entered and Starry looked at her closely for the first time. She stood tall with thick raven hair down past her shoulders, her face was flawless and her blue eyes had a cruel lust that shone through. She was dressed in a tight leather catsuit that hugged her slender body and shaped seductively around her ass and pussy. Her legs were bare and she wore black stiletto boots that wrapped tightly around her calves. Starry looked deep into her eyes, stretched naked and vulnerable before this cruel beauty she came, unable to control her own bodily impulses. Without even being told to speak Starry opened her mouth and the words "please mistress" cascaded from them. The Mistress looked at Starry and smiled cruelly, she walked slowly around her outstretched body and ran a fingernail across her taut skin.
