I awake as the light in my cell automatically turns on as it does every day. I climb out of bed and drink my allocated morning cup of water, as I move the chains of my shackles rattle, the noise echoing off the walls of my cell barely registers in my ears, nor do I notice weight and restriction of my restraints and the cold air against my naked skin and the my morning wood crushing painfully in the small chastity cage, they're just normal parts of my life.

I relieve myself in the toilet attached to on side of the cell and do my best to look presentable, which isn't much in a small room containing only a bed, toilet and sink, and kneel in front of my locked cell door and wait patiently for my breakfast to be slid through the hatch, as i do every day and have done for years. I barely remember my life before living here, I remember it being far more chaotic, uncertain, stressful, confusing and complicated. I also vaguely remember not liking my life here at first, banging of my secure door and not wanting to be confined to the safe room but eventually I learnt to love the daily routine, the reassurance it brings, the relaxing feeling knowing that every day I will get up, be fed, be let out to do the same tasks that I have mastered, like cleaning, cooking and sexually pleasuring my captor, then return to my cell at the end of the day, where I'm locked in safe from any harm, get fed my evening meal and then go to sleep when my light goes out. I've strangely found a somewhat peaceful acceptance of my life and find the idea of leaving it and reentering the chaotic world outside terrifying.

As a tray slides though the hatch in my door I eagerly eat the bowl of mush with the spoon provided. It's weird what you can get used to but I'm glad to have my routine, it brings me peace and purpose, meaning and security, comfort and happiness. I know my place in the world and never have to worry about it suddenly changing or disappearing, this is how my life will be forever, no worries, no fears, no anxieties, just the same routine, a life of peace. Finishing my meal with a satisfied smile I place the spoon in the bowl and place the tray neatly to the side of my cell, stacking it on top of one from yesterdays dinner. I quickly get to my feet and brush my teeth, making sure they look presentable and that my breath isn't off-putting, before I return to my kneeling position by the door.

As the heavy metal cell door loudly unlocks and opens I feel joy at seeing my captor standing over me and as I do every day I lower my head and kiss each of his boots as a sign of submission and respect. I here him unzip his trousers and almost automatically I straighten and open my mouth, sliding it over his cock and lovingly suck, eager to please the man who has given me my wonderful life, as I do my own cock tries desperately to get hard, if I am lucky I'll find some relief later when I serve my captor in his bed. My efforts are quickly rewarded as his warm cum fills my mouth, the taste much stronger and more delicious than the simple plain tasting gruel I'm given for my meals, savouring the taste is swallow down my gift with a smile and lick the fee remaining drops from his cock before he puts it away, leaving me horny and desperate to please.

"Stand." Without speaking I obediently follow his instructions and like every morning I stand up straight and place my hands behind my head as he inspects my body, restraints and chastity, chevlcking to see that I'm healthy, keeping myself presentable and that I haven't tried to tamper with my restraints, not that I ever would, the constant presence is a comforting reminder that I'm here forever, a symbol of my imprisonment and of my unbreakable routine.

"At ease." I lower my hands to my sides, relaxed at not displeasing him but remain standing straight, not wanting to show any disrespect and give him reason to release me from my home.

"Time to get to work." At this I pick up my tray and happily step out of my safe little home and proceed to start my daily duties.

I walk tiredly into my cell, the taste of my captors cum lingering in my mouth. The sound of the door slamming shut and locking me safely inside my small home is comforting, nothing can harm me in here, especially with my loving captor guarding me and holding the key, in here everything is quiet, peaceful and safe. I love it here.

I kneel and receive my second bowl of mush which I hungrily eat and place neatly to the side of my cell, I'll be cleaning it tomorrow morning, along with the bowl from breakfast and other washing up, after making my captor their breakfast and giving them their morning blowjob of course. The knowledge of knowing exactly what the future holds feels me with confidence and comfort as I clean my teeth and slide under the thin blanket on my small bed and wait for the lights to go out less than a minute later. Content, with no worries and tired after a long day of work in quickly fall into a deep and peaceful sleep before waking once again, well rested to do my daily routine all over again.