Excitement fills my body and my cock tries to grow in its chastity cage, as I hear the click of my heavy metal cell door locking, the sound echoing through the room, leaving me locked inside for the next few hours. I'd learnt about this place that allows for people to live out kinky fantasies, for a fee of course, and with it being the week between Christmas and new years I have spare time and after seeing family for several days I could do with some fun.

I pull on the shackles securing me to the cold stone wall the chains rattling as my restraints hold firm, the prison echoing with my muffled gagged moans as I playfully struggle.

Finally the day is over, so many kinky people come here over the holidays that it's hard to keep track. Oh well, tomorrow is new years and a bank holiday, time to go and enjoy myself and get wasted. Not that I don't enjoy what I do here, I love being in control and dominating submissives who love bondage and imprisonment, but it's just the number of them at this time of year, combined with the general stresses that come with Christmas and new years, you juat need a break. 

Turning off all the lights I walk outside and lock the doors, before walking tiredly through the empty carpark to my car and driving away.

I moan in the quiet darkness of my cell. Has my time not finished yet? I hope that they haven't forgotten about me. I cry out into my gag but no one seems to hear me. Panicking i pull on my shackles but then hold firm as I scream into my gag, my cries echoing in the quiet and empty building.

I shiver in the cold as my empty stomach rumbles and my cock strains in its chastity cage as my bladder struggles to hold in the piss. I move desperately trying to hold it in for a bit longer. I groan in my gag as I feel a warm puddle grow under my ass and feet, leaving me forced to sit chained in my own waste, disgust and humiliation filling my mind. In the distance I faintly hear the sound of fireworks. Is it new years? What a way to start the new year.

I yawn as I unlock the building, other day tormenting people for money. I enjoyed my little holiday, I even took an extra day off after new years day after the hangover I'd woken up with.

I suppose i should check the cells. Oh shit! I stare through the viewing hatch at a naked man still chained to the wall of a cell, barely conscious, weakly pulling on his shackles, his moans echoing quietly as he sits helplessly in his own waste, his chastity cage dripping, his imprisoned cock straining, part of him seems to have enjoyed his extra stay. How did I forget him? What do I do now? He'll probably be pissed with me. I didn't see a car in the car park and no one has come here asking for him, so no one knows that he is here, and checking the logs he paid in cash, most do. Maybe I can cover this up somehow.

I look around the quiet building and smiling to myself, my cock hardens, as I unlock the cell door of our new full time prisoner, one who is probably willing to do anything by now for some food and water. His fantasy is about to become much more real and permanent than they'd expected.