I moan in excitement and pull on my chains as I hear my master lock my cell door, one hidden away, a secret entrance, one containing his prized possession, one he wishes to keep solely to himself, me. I'd met him long ago, back then I was a free man, one with wild fantasies, one who craved imprisonment. When I met my master he also had similar fantasies about owning his own prisoner, he attracted me with his dreams of owning someone as his locked away possession. Over time we played out our fantasies, small at first, he'd lock me away for a day, then for the weekend, then for whole weeks at a time and loved it.

Then one day he brought me down here, had me strip and lock on my chastity cage and chained me up, afterwards he gave me a passionate kiss and then said words that are burned into my memories, words that filled me with both fear and dread but also excitement and arousal.

"You are never getting out of here. This is your new forever home. No one knows that you're here, no one will ever find you here. You will be mine forever." I remember his sadistic grin as he left and the rattling of my chains as I frantically pulled on them in panic, my muffled cries going ignored and my cock straining painfully in its cage, as the door slammed shut and locked me inside the cold and dark room, forever sealing my fate, stored out of sight until my master has need of me. I distantly remember resisting at first, trying to escape, fighting against the wishes of my master, which only led to being left alone, untouched, left 8n the dark, made to starve, forced to remain chained next to a full waste bucket, the lessons were quickly learnt, if I wanted any human contact then I should behave and please my master and I do, I've even grown to love him once I stopped resisting and forgave him for fulfilling both our fantasies.

I watch eagerly as the door opens and I smile joyfully behind my ring gag as he walks in, his hard cock on full display as he moves towards me and slides it into my open mouth. Happy to see him I run my tongue around him and move my head back and forth, pushing his cock deep into my throat, quickly earning my meal, one I hungrily swallow into my empty stomach, my body starved after a week without being visited.

"You must be hungry after so long on your own. I'm sorry slave, my husband had family over and I couldn't get away long enough to come and see you. I did want to visit you though." I look up at him lovingly as he strokes my head, I'm just happy to see him now, the long waits no longer bother me as they did at the beginning of my imprisonment, I understand that he can't see me every day.

I rest my head against his warm body as he sits down next to me and wraps his arm around my cold, naked body in a loving embrace.

"But he's at work all day today, so we have plenty of time to catch up. First I suppose I should feed you." I watch as he lifts up a bottle, one full of a thick bland tasting liquid and slowly pours it into my open mouth, one that would probably remain even without the gag holding it in place for so long. I gulp down my tasteless meal, desperately trying to end my stomachs endless growling. Feeling full I happily rest as master talks about his busy week, opening up about every frustration and every joy, he loves to tell me his secrets, his true thoughts and feelings, he is always truthful and honest with me, knowing that I will never tell a soul, he can trust me and I love him for it. Plus hearing about his life is so entertaining and interesting compared to my lonely and boring life, sometimes I can't help but be jealous of his husband, I wish to be with him outside of my prison but that's just not how it is and I've long learnt to accept it and my place, I've learnt to be grateful for the time that I have with my master, even if it is short. My purpose is to do and be what his husband can not, I'm his escape from the world, his outlet for his darker desires, i exist for him only and I understand my purpose, I am fulfilled by it, even if some days I struggle with it.

"Enough of my life, I'm here for you today. How about we have some fun?" I happily moan back in response and move onto all fours, raising my ass into the air as he undoes his trousers and kneels down behind me. I feel his warm body against me as he pushes his cock inside my ass, moans of pleasure escape my gagged mouth as my cock tries to come alive in its prison. I move my hips and push him deeper inside me, the room filling with the rattles of my chains, as he groans, his warm breath heating the back of my neck, as his cum fills my insides, overwhelmed by the stimulation I cry out and cum, my crushed cock squinting onto the hard floor, my body shaking and my mind buzzing in bliss as it has any stimulation for the first time in a week. I full weakly to the floor, breathing heavily through my gag as he pulls out, his cock quickly filling my mouth once more as I suck and lick it clean, happy to taste his cum and my ass, the two tastes far more enjoyable than the bland meals I'm given.

I lay on the floor, my mind lost in bliss, overwhelmed by stimulation, happy to be fed and fucked, as I watch my master empty my waste bucket and refill my water bottles, one of which he loving fills with his piss as a special treat. Finishing he looks at his watch and then sadly at me. "I'm sorry slave but I have to go now, my husband will be back soon." He lowers himself and hugs me and kisses me on the forehead. I grip his clothes as he gets up, not wanting him to leave but I let go as he steps back, my hands held hovering in the air, desperately wanting him to stay but I know that he can't.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." With this he walks out, the door closing behind him.

I sit against the cold wall, my mind empty and content, waiting for his return, waiting for him to need me again, waiting for him to use me once more. I'm nothing but his secret toy and must wait until he can play with me again. I just wish that it's not so long until next time.

I lock the door and place the wall panel back over it, before sliding several heavy boxes in front, keeping my toy hidden away. I was so lucky to find him, to find someone so easy to entice, to trick into being my prisoner, my possession, someone who never told anyone where he was, no one ever came here looking for him. I've always wanted my own prisoner, someone who I could keep all to myself but my husband never like that sort of thing, so I had to find someone else to be my special possession and I have to keep them hidden, keep them secret.

I smile as I remember the moment I told him his fate, the look on his face ansd in his eyes, the fear, the terror, the horror, the panic, the betrayal but also the arousal, the lust, the desire, deep down he lioed it and wanted it, and the weeks of breaking him, at first he'd beg and plead with me to let him go, he was even a bit defiant and fought back, but with each visit he grew more and more docile, more and more eager to see me after days alone and chained to the wall, eventually becoming completely obsessed with me, craving my attention, desperate to please me, to make me stay with him for one more minute, longing to be with me I'm away. I bet that if I ever unlocked him that he'd willingly stay in his cell waiting for me like a dog obediently waiting for their owner to return home. Not that I ever will, he's mine forever, never to be freed, never to be found, I'll take his existence to the grave, he'll never leave his prison, remaining chained to the wall, naked, cold and alone, eagerly awaiting my return.

Hearing the front door I quickly head upstairs to my husband, one who I love just as much as my secret imprisoned slave loves me. I smile as I embrace him, happy to spend the rest of the day with him, having satisfied my hidden desires.