The only noise I hear in the dark, cold basement is that of my chains moving against each other and the hard floor and the painful growling of my empty stomach after days of no food. I don't know how long I've been down here for, I think a week, it's hard to tell as I've been alone in darkness and chained to the wall this whole time.

I was locked down here with nothing but several bottles of water and a bucket, for misbehaving, I was disobedient to my masters, so they locked me down here as punishment.

Normally I'm a good slave, I clean the house, I make the bed, I cook the meals, I suck their cocks, I clean their cocks and asses after they fick each other or fuck me, I drink their piss and lick their ass, feet and shoes clean, I'm grateful for them allowing me to sleep on the floor next to rheir bed, I thank them for my bowl of scraps, I appreciate every punishment, every beating and whipping as they take time to teach me how to behave, I am thankful for every drop of cum they give me, I'm happy that they make decisions for me, I always respond politely and I never ask for release or refuse an order. But for some reason I just had a moment of madness and said no when told to suck the cock of their friend I'd never met before. For my actions I was forced to choke on his cock as I was restrained and throat fucked, I was then whipped until I was begging, pleading, shaking and crying and then dragged down here and left chained to the wall in total darkness.

The water is now all drunk and the bucket is getting rather full. My mouth is dry from not drinking all day and my stomach is empty from not being feed anything for days and I'm starting to wonder if I should drink from my bucket. I moan into my ring gag and my cock strains in its cage from the sound of my chains as I move. My body feels weak as I move around in the dark trying to find some comfort on the cold hard floor. As I sit against the wall, the cold surface on my recently whipped back makes me shiver as I think longingly of my masters, wishing to see them once again, to feel their warm bodies as I lick and suck them, to feel their embrace as they fuck me, to show them my devotion and see their pleasure as I serve them and take care of their needs. I love my masters, they accepted me, they helped me live out my fantasies, they gave me a home and food, they allowed me into their lives, they gave me meaning and purpose, their collar around my neck makes me feel wanted and valued, I owe them everything and I'm forever grateful. I hope my masters will release me soon, in my isolation I've thought I had seen or heard them several times before, I will be a good slave, I've learnt my lesson, I'm sure they'll come and get me when they think I've been punished enough.

"Thanks honey, that was a wonderful meal. I'll sort the dishes." I pick up the plates and scrape the leftovers into the bin. Wait? I suddenly realise something that I'd forgotten about completely. Oh fuck.

"Honey how long ago did we lock the slave in the basement?"

"Oh crap. Um, 2 weeks ago yesterday I think, maybe a day or two more." He was only supposed to be left down there for a few days, he must be starving and probably low on water by now, it just completely slipped my mind.

"Shit. We should probably release him by now." Damn it I just put the leftovers in the bin, oh well, I'm sure he won't mind. I reach into the bin and pull out the remains of our dinner now covered in dust and dirt from the hoover that was emptied earlier and other small bits of rubbish. I'm sure he won't mind, he should be grateful that we feed him anything, and if he's still hungry he can eat our cum and whatever he finds when licking our feet and asses clean.