I awake on the old mattress in the basement, as a dim light switches on and my usual early morning wake up shocks ripple out from my collar, chastity cage and buttplug, causing me to moan quietly as I tiredly and stiffly get up to start my long day of work. I pull back my thin and dirty blanket and step onto the cold hard floor of the basement and walk sleepily over to a small sink and mirror, one showing my dirty, thin and starved naked body, drinking my allotted glass of water, I then prepare myself for the day, brushing my teeth and washing my body with an old cloth, doing my best to look presentable for my master. Feeling my morning wood pressing hard into the steel bars of my cage I lower myself down to the bucket on the floor and relieve myself, best to do it now than be distracted during the day, my next chance to go won't be until after lunchtime if I'm lucky, if not until I retire for the night.

I climb the stairs, perfectly timing it for the sound of the door automatically unlocking and open it, walking into the dark hallway and make my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, not turning on the lights, I am not allowed to disturb master until he is woken up by his alarm, even if that means doing my work in the dark.

My life wasn't always like this, I actually grew up in a very wealthy home, I had everything that I could ever want and more, I wore expensive clothes and ate fine meals, unlike now where I live naked and eat scraps, dog food and gruel. It all changed while I was at university, my parents sent me to the most expensive education, while there I partied and one night I met him, my master, he was at the University as well but unlike the rest of us he had earned his place through hard work and skill. I got to know him and quickly feel in love, the others mocked him for being poor but I saw him for the brilliant man he is, unlike us who were handed everything, he worked hard and deserved everything he had and more, I wanted to give him more. He introduced me to bondage and bdsm, as we explored my submission something felt right, something that was missing in my privileged and pampered life, meaning and purpose, pleasure in doing something for others, satisfaction at a job well done, I loved it, I loved how he dominated me, how he demeaned me, how he humiliated me, how he degraded me, for the first time ever my status and wealth meant nothing, I was just his slave, his property, his to use and abuse however he wants. I fell down the rabbit hole, I grew addicted to him and the feeling of submission, I spent more and more time tied up or on my knees and less time at classes, my grades dropped and I didn't care, eventually barely passing on the insistence of my master, who used painful methods to help me catch up, caning me for every incorrect answer. He wanted me to pass in order to avoid suspension from my parents, even now when we see them, which is rarely on occasions that we can't avoid, I am allowed to wear clothes and am instructed to act like an equal to my master, which I hate and feel uncomfortable doing, the lack of my collar at those times also making me feel horrible and unsure, thankfully master stays close to me and spends plenty of time beforehand preparing me and some time afterwards making sure that I haven't picked up any bad or strange ideas, he's very thoughtful like that, it's one of the things I love about him.

After graduation I moved in with my master and slowly became his slave, becoming more and more submissive towards him as he trained me for a life serving him, my past dreams of gaining wealth and luxury fading into a distant memory of a foolish dream, my dreams and desires replaced by his own.

Seeing the time on the electric clock on the oven I move quickly and quietly upstairs and creep into master's room and kneel waiting beside his bed. As the alarm goes off I crawl under the covers, into his warm, clean and soft bed, and hungrily take his cook into my mouth, joyfully sucking, licking and tasting him, quickly earning my breakfast as his warm and delicious cum fills my mouth, my own cock painfully straining and remaining ever denied. Finishing my task I slide out of the covers and return to my kneeling position on the floor, I'm only allowed in his bed while pleasuring or cleaning him or his lovers or guests. I wait patiently as he slowly gets up and climbs out of bed, his now limp cock sliding into my waiting mouth, as I seal my lips tightly around it his warm piss flows into my mouth and down my throat as I thirstily gulp down his gracious gift.

With the taste of his cum and piss lingering in my mouth, the only thing to sustain me through the long day ahead, I raise to my feet and walk back down stairs to finish preparing my master's breakfast, one that causes my empty stomach and starved body to groan with hunger. Placing it in front of him I kneel and watch hungrily as he eats, his smile of satisfaction filling me with joy and reminding me that I'm exactly where I should be and this is my true calling in life, I'm so grateful for my master showing me my true place and purpose and will serve him loyally and do my best to thank him for it every day, my heart aways his, I will do anything for my love, matter how degrading or humiliating.

Epilogue

My slave places my breakfast before me and kneels on the floor as I eat, his hunger clearly in his eyes as he quietly waits for me to finish, I enjoy that look, knowing that my once wealthy slave who wined and dined while others went without is now a weak and starved servant forced to prepare my meals and watch me eat on an empty stomach. Lucky for him today is feeding day, later after he does his chores he'll be rewarded with the scraps that I've saved over the last few days, if he's lucky I'll ever throw in some stail bread and that browning banana in the fruit bowl, maybe even some dog food, possibly in a sauce of my piss, cum or spit, all served in a dog bowl that he has to eat out of on the floor like an animal, it's more than he and those like him deserve.

I hear the letterbox and without instruction my pathetic slave gets up and goes to the door, quickly bringing me back my mail like a well trained dog. I open the letter from the bank, informing me that all my slaves accounts, including his monthly payments from his wealthy parents are now in my name, all his money willingly given over to me, just for the luxury of serving me. I smile and look down at the submissive animal kneeling before me, seeking my approval, desperate to please me, one who now has nothing, nothing except the collar locked around it's neck and a chastity cage that I have no intention of ever unlocking no matter how well he serves me, one who will spend the rest of its life sleeping in a filthy, cold, dark, basement, and eating scraps and food I and others would throw away, while I live in luxury spending his money, all while serving me with a loving smile on his face, like he is living the dream.