I pull into the drive with a relieved sigh, the stress and exhaustion from the last five long days working and constantly around people and having to socialise has driven me crazy, almost to the point of screaming, not to mention my manager, who like most, doesn't seem to know what they're doing and is a complete asshole, but finally it's the weekend, finally I can have some peace. I open the door and close my eyes happily as I close it, shutting away the world outside, putting a barrier between myself and everyone else. Removing my coat and shoes I hurry into the office where my partner and master sits, the only person I actually want to any spend time with, normally I have had enough after an hour with others but not with him, which was weird at first, I've never really found myself wanting to be with anyone like I do with him, actually wanting to be near to him, thinking about being with him when I'm not, wanting to be with him for the whole day and feeling sad when we seperate, it was a whole new experience when I met him, even now if it were anyone else I'd be stressed and almost crying after a long week but with him I'm just calm and peaceful. I kneel on the floor next to him as he works, patiently waiting, my mind empty and calm, while in these four walls I'm his, I only do as he says, he tells me what to do, how to think and comforts me when I'm worried or confused, he gives me space when I need to be alone, he looks after me and helps me unwind and feel better. I watch as he leans back with a smile and turns to me.

"Welcome home, I've misaed you. Time to get you ready for the weekend." I smile excitedly and get to my feet.

"Yes sir." As my master gets up he warps his arm around me, my head resting against him affectionately in response, as we walk out of his office and down the the basement, on the way he patiently listens to me talk about my week with a sympathetic ear, about how stressed I am and how much I'd rather never go back, all while reassuring me and promising that I'll enjoy my weekend with him, just like I always do. Reaching the floor of the basement we stop at a large set of metal bars, behind which is a small area,  almost empty except for a small table, a whipping post, a tiny cage, a sit with stocks for my feet and an adjustable pole with a large dildo on it, along the far wall behind the bars are three doors, one leading to a shower, another leading to a small exercise room and in the middle a heavy metal door that leads to a cell. Unlocking the barred gate I step inside and move over to a small table and strip off my work clothes, feeling more and more relaxed as I do, as if literally removing the weight off my shoulders. Once fully undressed I place my clothes inside a small box and stand still and quiet on the cold hard floor as my master runs his hands over me, inspecting every inch of my exposed body and checking that I haven't tampered with my chastity cage, one which feels particularly small as he touches it and my exposed and full balls, and making sure that my buttplug is still firmly inside me, keeping me ready for him to use and constantly teasing me with every movement, keeping me horny and wanting, only he is allowed to remove, aside from when I relieve myself, at which point I must hold it in my mouth and put it back immediately afterwards, having cleaned and lubed it with my mouth.

Satisfied he stands with a smile, although I haven't done anything wrong a small relieved smile crosses my face, I'd hate to break the rules and make him upset with me, any disobedience is harshly punished with the removal of meal privileges, no lights in my cell, 6 to 24 hours locked inside the small, cramped, punishment cage, a day locked in a one bar prison, forced to stand in on spot for the whole day, my ass impaled on a large dildo that keeps me in place, caning of my feet or whippings to my back and ass, or if I've been really bad more than just one of them. I hold out my right hand obediently as he closes a heavy shackle around its wrist and then do the same for my other hand, he than locks two more around my ankles, all connected to each other by a heavy chain, the weight and sound greet my ears like a pleasant song. I hold up my head as the cold metal collar is closed around my throat, as it locks an electric sound emits from it indicating that the shock feature is activated, one that will continuously shock me if I ever move past the bars and that shocks me if I speak without being directly addressed, with master disabling the shock function when he wishes for me to speak or when needed, and that will lightly shock me awake every morning, not to mention the option for my master to give me additional shocks if I misbehave and need restraining, another heavy chain hangs from the front of the collar, one that my master holds tight as he tugs on it leading me towards my cell door. He puts in a pin and turns the key as several locks undo and opens the heavy metal door. I obediently and silently follow him in and show no resistance as he locks my collars chain to the far wall where a simple small bed rests, a small sink and toilet rest on the wall next to it, my only possessions being a small plastic cup, toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper, a pillow and a thin blanket.

I close my eyes as my master gives me a passionate kiss and walks away.

"Enjoy your stay." I watch as he closes the door shut, the sound echoing off the walls, and smile as I hear the locks slide shut, sealing me inside my quiet cell, alone, trapped and at the mercy of my master. I sit on my bed, my back against the cold hard wall, enjoying the silence, playfully testing my shackles, waiting for him to bring me my evening meal.

I hear the barred door beyond my cell unlock and open, the sound informing me that my master is approaching my cell door. I move as quickly as I possibly can in my chains and kneel patiently on the cold hard floor of my room, still several inches away from the door, my chain locked to the wall never allowing me to reach the cell door, at most i can barely touch it with my fingers when on my hands and knees. I kneel waiting in the silence, knowing that my master is on the other side but he loves to play mind games with me and make me wait, make me wonder if he has gone or if I just heard it in my head. Suddenly the hatch in the bottom of the door slides open and a tray is pushed through before slamming shut again, behind the door I hear the barred door shutting and locking once more. I look down hungrily at my meal but don't pick up the cutlery as I feel the gaze of the camera in the corner of my cell, the ever present watchful gaze of my master, as he keeps me safe and makes sure that I behave.

"You may eat know." I eagerly pick up my knife and fork and eat the meal in front of me, one lovingly prepared for me by my master.

Finishing my meal I pick up the tray and move it to the side of my cell, placing it neatly against the wall and stand up and pour myself a drink from the sink and brush my teeth, before sitting once again on my bed and await my evening visit.

I kneel by my bed as the cell door unlocks and my master calmly enters, the bulge in his trousers indicating the reason for his visit. I remain unmoving as he unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock.

"Get to work." I slowly move forward, my eyes focused on his cock as I gently wrap my hand around it and start to stroke it before hungrily sliding my lips over it and sucking on it, my tongue eagerly and playfully tasting him, as his cock grows harder.

"Stop." I pull my head back and release his cock, which now stands tall next to my face and look up at him lustfully as my own long neglected cock strains painfully in its cage, part of me wishing he would do the same to me but another part of me wishing he'd keep me locked and instead take me and have his way with me, keep me here as his locked away prison bitch.

"Assume the position." I smile excitedly as I turn and climb onto the bed, raising my plugged ass so he can use me. I moan slightly as he roughly pulls out my plug and moan louder as he enters, my own saliva the only lube needed as he forces himself deeper inside me, my hips moving in time with his thrusts as my cock desperately pushes against the metal keeping it flat, my balls aching with need, my mind flooding with desire, as my chains rattle and the bed squeaks and I feel his warm breath against my neck, before I cum loudly as he fills me with his cum.

I'm lost in bliss as we lay together, his warm body holding me, my master's touch filling me with love, the one person who has ever accomplished such a thing, I'd always preferred being on my own and never liked contact with anyone until I met him, if I could only be with him and no one else for the rest of my life I'd be the happiest man in the world.

I feel him move as his cock slides out of me and he gets up off the bed, as he does my ass feels empty and i pick up my plug, giving it a quickly suck before sliding it back in place, keeping my master's cum deep inside me where it belongs.

"Clean." Still lost in my blissful state I happily slide his cock into my mouth and begin to lick and suck his cum and my ass off of him, making sure to clean every single part of him, the taste making me horny and hard once more. As he pulls out I look up at him lovingly as he pulls his trousers back up and he gives me a loving smile and leans down and kisses me passionately on the lips before turning and picking up the tray steps though the door.

"Goodnight." I watch longingly unable to chase after him as he closes my cell door, the locks clicking in place, securing me inside my safe and isolated cell. I smile slightly as I look up at the camera, knowing that my love will be watching me and keeping me safe from the world outside, the feel of his constant watchful gaze fills me with comfort in my lonely cell.

As my light turns off automatically I lay down on my bed, the blanket wrapped around me barely keeping me warm in my cold cell, the room that I'll live in from now until Monday morning, when I have to return to work and spend all day being sociable and interacting with people who aren't my master, that is the real punishment, this is my reward. I wish that I can stay like this forever, remain as my master's special prisoner, his valued treasure stored safely underground, locked away, hidden, in my safe cell in the basement, collared, shackled and chained, never having to leave, only ever seeing the one person who I'd ever want to see, kept to a strict routine, one never interrupted by the stresses of the outside world. My chains rattle as I lovingly touch my collar, one I wish I could wear forever, a symbol of love between me and my master. At least I have the weekend ahead of me, my face smiles happily and contently as I close my eyes and fall into a peaceful deep sleep, knowing that I'll still be here tomorrow.

Epilogue

I awake to my usual morning shocks, I pull back my blanket and feel the cold air over my naked and shackled body, my chains rattling as i move my ever cold body, my hungry stomach rumbling and my morning wood painfully crushed, tormented by my ever plugged ass, as I climb out of bed, all things that I'm used to after being imprisoned down in my cell for so long. I'm not sure how long it has been, there are no clocks or windows and I've never once been let out since master finally allowed me to quit my job, on my last day he picked me up, drove me straight home like a police officer excorting a criminal to jail, although an excited criminal, and immediately had me enter my cell, now the only four rooms I ever see are my cell, the open barred area outside, the shower where master watches me wash and clean myself, while still shackled of course, and the exercise room where master has me do an hour of exercise every day to make sure that I'm healthy as I don't live a very active life anymore. The only way to tell the time of year down here is from the fact that my master decorates my prison over Christmas, putting a tree up on the other side of the bars, hanging decorations like colourful paper chains in my cell and a small tree like those you put on an office desk and he replaces the normal music he plays for me during the day to keep my mind stimulated with Christmas music, although sometimes he uses the speakers to vent to me about the outside world and his stresses, which makes me happy being here and more focused on making him happy when I can, he even gives me a present, nothing that would break the rules of my imprisonment, I'm not allowed much in my cell, my only entertainment comes from my master and i can't have anything that could be used to escape, last year it was some chocolate. Going by that I can guess that it's been at least 5 years now, all that time alone and trapped in my small prison, and I've loved it, on a few rare occasions I have felt like I would like to leave and see other people and the world outside but those are moments of madness and ones that quickly pass and that get more and more infrequent as my imprisonment grow longer. Normally the idea of being free from my four walls frightens me, the open space, the chaos, the stress, the choices, the many people, the worries, I'd rather remain here where it's safe. Enjoy my routine and my quiet, peaceful, simple life and of course my regular visits from my master, although not every day but he visits me most days to spend time with me, where we lay together in bed, I lick his boots, suck his cock and get fucked by him, the latter I look forward to the most after so many years denied in chastity, every time i see him though I'm happy, I don't miss anyone from before my eternal imprisonment but I always miss him snd crave his return.

I kneel on the cold hard floor as I do every morning and await my breakfast, one of two meals that I get a day. The door opens and the usual bowl of porridge slides through, although hungry I stare longingly at my meal, the aging whip marks across my back are old reminders to never break the rules. Hearing my master over the speakers I finally pick up my spoon and quickly swallow down my bland meal, master never adds sugar or anything to it, he likes to keep my meals simple and small, this will have to keep me going until dinner, where I'll have a small cooked meal, one under a norml adult portion.

Finishing I place my tray neatly to the side and prepare myself for the day, relieving myself, which takes some of the preasure away from my ever present morning wood, and brush my teeth, making sure that they're presentable for my master, same with my cell as I make my bed, every now and then he likes to surprise me with an inspection, of both me and my cell, so I need to be ready for it. 

I kneel happily by my bed and wait for the rest of my uneventful day, next is an hour of exercise, then my observed shower, then maybe if I've excited master over those two activities I might get to suck his cock and be rewarded with an extra meal of his delicious cum, then I'm left al9ne in my cell for the rest of the day while my master works, until dinner and my usual visit from master before lights out and bed, before waking up and starting the whole routine again. I smile in the quiet room that I call home, I hope that I never have to leave my prison, I never want to be released, this is all I've ever wanted and I love being my master's prisoner chained up and locked away in his basement. I'm so grateful to my master for allowing me to live such a life, one where he looks after me everyday and helps be live happily away from the world, focusing solely on him, forever thanking him for my wonderful life.