I hold the cold hard bars of my cage as I restlessly stare into the darkness beyond, the basement light is never on when I'm alone, my master doesn't wish to waste money lighting a room just for me. I let out a garbled moan of hunger out of my gagged mouth, the ring gag holding it open and ready for use at all times. My naked body shivers slightly in the unheated room, the heavy chains connecting my shackles and shock collar rattling in the silence. A small groan of disgust leaves my open mouth as I smell and taste in the air my full waste bucket, remembering that I haven't been washed with the cold hose in a long time, feeling the dirt and grime coating my skin, unabke to do anything about it. I feel the warm throbbing pain across my back from my latest whipping, not as a punishment, I've long learnt to never disobey or disrespect my master, but as a reminder of my place and of what happens when I misbehave. I feel my aching balls as my cock strains relentlessly in its tiny chastity cage, my mind and body in a constant state of horny frustration.

I wait for my master, eager to please him, desperately craving any attention. Hoping to be rewarded with his warm embrace or scraps of food or to be fucked and given some relief. 

As I wait I wonder why and how I ever even got into this situation, why am I locked in a cage in a basement? Why am I naked and shackled all the time? Why am I used and abused, kept denied and starved? What madness possessed me to ever want this life? To pursue this life? To ask and beg for this life? To agree to live this life? To create this life?

Part of me still remembers being free, the feel8ng of fresh air and sunlight, wearing clothes, being warm, feeling clean, not being hungry, having a life, interacting with people outside of sexual services. A life I long gave up, one a small part of me wishes to have back and is ashamed I'd given away. I now live my fantasy, my dream, I've always wanted to be imprisoned, kept naked and in chains, to be a sex slave, now it's my reality, and it will be for the rest of my life. Forever cold and hungry, my only purpose to pleasure my master, one who leaves me alone and caged when not needed, one who only feeds me twice a week and who trains and conditions me to obey. I'm no longer a person but an object, a toy, a caged animal and slave. No one even knows I exist or where I am, I never told anyone what I was doing or what i was planning or where I was going or who I was seeing, one day I just disappeared into my fantasy and there is no escape. 

As I wait in my cage I feel my cock strain inside my chastity, pushing against the crushing metal, reminding me and answering all my questions. Why am I here? Because it's exactly where I belong, where I want to be and where I deserve to be. 

Hearing a familiar noise I snap out of my thoughts as the light turns on and my master walks down the stairs and into view, my mind becoming focused, happy to see the man who i serve, who cares for me, who gives me meaning, purpose and value, who allows me to live out my fantasies. Seeing his hard cock I let out a pleading moan before I take it hungrily into my ever open mouth, happy to be in his presence once again and eager to serve him like the slave I've always dreamed of being. As I despetayely work for my delicious reward,  many idea of regr3t or desire for another life fades, a moment of weakness, now replaced with joy at being needed and a desire to dutifully please my master who I love and worship. Why am I here? Because I should be.