I groan quietly as I wake to my usual alarm of light shocks from my collar, the series growing stronger with each shock, forcing me to wake up. My body twitches slightly as I'm shocked but keep quiet, my collar shocking me if I try to speak, I've not spoken for years now, trained and conditioned to remain quiet at all times, not that I've ever had need to speak, only listen to my master's instructions. 

I see a fog of light fill my eyes as the cell is illuminated, the bulb designed to give off light that mimics sunlight, making it so that I never have to leave my prison. I roll back the thin blanket, one that barely keeps me warm, and place my bare feet onto the cold hard floor, the chain attaching my collar to the wall rattling slightly as I move. I moan silently as I feel my morning wood crush against my permanent chastity, my mind instantly horny and frustrated, just as it is every day, just as it should be. I get up and walk to the toilet, feeling it with my legs as I reach it and sit down to pee in hopes of reducing the attempts at getting hard. I know where everything is in my cell, not that there is much, a small bed, a single pillow, a thin blanket, a sink, a toilet and a small cupboard containing loo roll, toothpaste, a toothbrush and a small plastic cup, there did used to be an electric razor but master had all my body hair permanently removed to make things easier for me, so it was taken away. Aside from that I have no possessions, I'm just a prisoner, I don't have the privilege of owning anything, only what I need and what my master graciously provides. 

I feel another series of light shocks informing me of the time and I immediately feel my empty stomach and move towards the door, stopping as I feel a slight groove in the floor, kneeling on the cold hard floor, my chain almost reaching its full length, patiently waiting as I hear the hatch at the bottom slide open and a small tray with a bowl of slightly yellow porridge, my breakfast, I can tell by the smell that master has decided to add his piss to it for some flavour, he prefers that instead of adding sugar or other ingredients and I smile as I pick up the bowl and spoon and eagerly eat my filling meal, enjoying the taste, one that reminds me of my master. 

Finishing I place the bowl and spoon back down, leaving the spoon in the bowl as not to make a mess, and continue to wait on my knees. After a few minutes I feel another set of light shocks and almost instinctively I place my hands behind my head and spread my legs, remaining in a kneeling position as I show my caged cock and it's swollen and achingly full balls. I hear the heavy metal door unlock and slowly open outwards, the area in front of me changing from a blurred mass of metallic grey to a dark void as a shadowy figure steps in, his footsteps unmistakable as those of my master. I immediately lower my head down and finding his boots I kiss them both, showing my respect to the man who keeps me imprisoned and looks after me. 

"Good prisoner. Now time for you to work off your debt to society." I hear him unzip his trousers and smell his scent as he pulls out his cock, the vague shape contrasting with his dark black trousers. Understanding what he wants of me I move my head to his crotch, pausing to enjoy the smell as I lick his cock and balls, my hand gently stroking his hard cock before I slide my lips over it, moving my tongue hungrily over its head, tasting him before pushing my face down to his balls, his cock filling my throat, causing me to choke and gag slightly as I continue to do my daily task of relieving my master of his morning wood, my own still futilely straining in its cage, somehow not learning after so many years that it is useless to try, my cage sealed long ago, the keys destroyed, turned on, despite that or maybe because of that, I still wish to be able to feel anything other than the cold embrace of solid metal tightly around my cock, like I give my master every day, with both my lips, hands and ass. I feel his cock twitch and taste his delicious warm cum as it fills my mouth and shoots down my throat, savouring the taste as I swallow down his gift, hungrily sucking and licking his cock of every drop before it is pulled away. 

"Good prisoner." With that he zips his cock away and picks up my tray and leaves, the door slamming shut and locking as he leaves, the room quickly becoming deafeningly silent as I’m left alone. I remain kneeling as I taste his cum and my cock continues to strain, the drugs added to my breakfast clearly taking affect, my body growing increasingly horny. I rise to my feet as music plays over the speakers, years ago when imprisoned I made a long playlist, one far larger than the time it is played for, so I always get something different, master always puts it on for me to listen to as I wait in my cell, well most days, sometimes if he is feeling extra sadistic he plays audio of himself and other men cumming, the constant reminder of my chastity driving me insane, but thankfully today he is content with playing my playlist of songs. 

I sit on my bed and listen to the music, trying hard to ignore my desires and the pain in my crotch. To most this would look cruel, like someone is mistreating a helpless disabled blind person but that's the furthest from the truth, I want this, in some ways need this, this whole life was my idea. All my life people either covered me in bubble wrap or left me alone to struggle for myself. Every partner was the same, every lover just treated me like a China doll in the bedroom, refusing to explore any of my fantasies or fetishes, not even playing with handcuffs, which only made my desires grow, while outside the bedroom I was left to do everything, even things nearly impossible for me. Then I met my master while on a site for those into imprisonment, he seemed to immediately see me, not as some helpless fragile person but as any other kinky, horny, submissive, one who truly deserved to be locked away and permanently imprisoned, kept locked away, his cock trapped in permanent chastity, denied the very thing they crave the most, while also giving me exactly what I need. We talked for months, even met up a few times, I started wearing his chastity cage after the third meet up. After 6 months of getting to know each other he invited me to his place for a surprise. Once there I obediently stripped naked for him and allowed him to guide me down to the basement, where he revealed what he had been working on, he had converted his basement into my dream prison. I remember smiling as he told me all about it, how he built it off of my dream fantasies, my cock straining as he walks me around, showing me the outer barred area, mainly just for moving me securely between the different rooms, the only other things in the area being a small cage and a whipping post, the cage for storing me when my cell is cleaned once a month and the whipping post for punishment, my back still baring scars from its lessons, and sometimes stress relief for my master if he has had a particularly bad day. The other rooms aside from my cell being a shower, one with no door and zero privacy, master always being able to watch as I clean myself, making sure that I don't do anything against the rules, like smuggling contraband or trying to play with my caged cock, next to it a small gym where I'm forced to exercise regularly to keep fit, master encouraging me with the whip, and on the other side of my cell the dungeon, where I'm punished for any rule breaking or if master needs some stress relief, master allowing me to touch all the various tools in there, shackles, chains, whips, canes, shocking devices, and more, all making me strain hard in my cage as he promises to use them all on me if I misbehave, one he kept to. I remember barely resisting as I was walked into my cell, my collar locked around my neck, chaining me to the wall. My master kissed me passionately and whispered into my ear.

"Welcome to your new home, I hope you like your fantasy prisoner." I remember trying to speak in surprise and shock, only realising what I'd willingly allowed him to do, immediately receiving my first shock as he calmly walked away and closed me inside my new home, locking me inside my cell, imprisoning me forever just as I'd always dreamed of, trapping me inside my fantasy, my cock crushed painfully in its cage, only getting worst when he later destroyed my key in front of me, hearing it snap and holding the broken pieces in my hands as he sealed the lock. 

I smile as I think back on it, sure I rebelled at first, tried to speak, pulled on my chain, tried to escape and got whipped for it, but this is my dream, this is what I wanted, once I accepted that all he had done was allow me to fulfil my fantasies I grew much more content, my collar and the chain now reassure me, reminds me of my caring master, makes me feel safe, my always familiar cell is comforting, no unseen danger, nothing unexpected, my master always providing me with everything I need and desire while keeping me safe and secure. While everyone else tried to keep me safe by denying who I am, he keeps me safe by treating me exactly as I am, and I love him for that. 

I feel the shocks once more as I pace my cell restlessly, I kneel by the door with my hands behind my head and wait patiently, after several minutes the door opens and master undoes the chain from my collar and pulls me to my feet, guiding me out of my cell and into the exercise room. He brings me up to the running machine and I start to run, my body quickly beginning to tire, the sting of a riding crop against my sweaty ass cheeks encouraging me to continue as I'm forced to keep going, my heart beating hard as master makes sure that I'm kept fit and healthy. 

I breath hard as I drink from the bottle of water I'm given, gulping down the refreshing liquid. Tired, I don't resist as I'm roughly guided away, hopefully back to my cell. My heart races as I'm lead into the dungeon, although I don't do anything to prevent my master from cuffing my wrists and ankles locking them in heavy shackles. I feel my wrists rise above my head as they're pulled up high and out of the way, leaving me hanging slightly, my ankles hooked to the ground beneath me, holding me in place as I fearfully await whatever is coming next, my cock twitching in anticipation.

"You've had you exercise, now it is my turn." I hear the sound of master putting on something, what it is answered as the air from my lungs is knocked out of them, a heavy padded punch to my stomach making me gasp, my body moving uselessly as many more punches rain down on me, mostly on my stomach but several blows hitting my chest and face, not to mention a good number to my balls, making them more swollen than ever. I quietly scream as my master continues to batter me, using me as a punching bag, every now and then loudly complaining about people who have made his day miserable and as a result unknowingly made my day worse. 

Both me and my master breath hard as he stops, my body hanging limply as I feel pain all over, several bruises beginning to form over my beaten body, including a black eye. I hear master taking off his gloves and I'm lowered and uncuffed, almost falling into my master's arms, ones that tightly embrace me as I silently cry from the pain, feeling the comfort of his body as he let's me recover.

"Thankyou prisoner, I needed to let out some stress. You did good taking your beatings." I just rest peacefully in his arms as I calm down.

"Now lets get you cleaned up." I weakly follow him out of the dungeon, his arm around my shoulder supporting and guiding me to the shower, the warm water feeling wonderful over my ever cold body, master never heating my room, preferring not to waste money on prisoners like me. I smile slightly as I feel the bruises left by my master, no one else would ever do that to me, all of them viewing me as to weak and fragile to ever dare to do such a thing, not even to give me a spanking, but master knows me, knows that I enjoy it, my cock strains and twitches as my hands move over my new marks. I know master can see me, he can see how much I enjoyed his beating, how much he was right about me, how he was right to imprison me, to make me live out my fantasy. I love that he has done all of this to me, that he has given me the life I always dreamed of, that he sees me for what I am, I’m lucky to have found such a master. 

I lay resting on my bed, my bruised body throbbing with a dull pain, my cock straining in its cage. I jump slightly as I receive another series of shocks and rise off the bed and kneel by my door. the hatch opens and a tray slides in, one containing a dog bowl, filled with not so nice smelling wet dog food, scraps from master’s dinner and food waste, like the ends of vegetables and potato peal. Starving I lower my face down to the bowl and hungrily begin to eat, happy to have received my meal, one lovingly prepared by my master, one following all the ideas I mentioned in our discussions all those years ago, feeling grateful for the unpleasant taste and the humiliation of eating like an animal only making my cock grow more in its cage as my ass stands high in the air, fully exposed and on view to the cameras in the corners of the room, ones I know master is watching from, I hope he likes what he sees. 

I sit on my bed, the audio comedy drama my master played as evening entertainment finished and now I’m left to wait in the dark, wither to be visited or to be swallowed in the dark to sleep,  my cock strains in anticipation as I hope that my master will visit me once more today, I want to spend the night with him. 

I smile as I hear the door of my cell unlock and open, master stepping inside and quickly moving up to me. I gasp silently as he pulls me up from the bed by my chain, choking me slightly and we kiss passionately, masters hands caressing my body hungrily, clearly in the mood tonight, eager to use his helpless blind prisoner.

I land hard onto my bed as he shoves me down, the bed squeaking from the force. Hearing him removing his clothes I roll onto my front and rise to all fours, raising my ass up in the air encouragingly, my desperate cock dangling beneath, as I quietly let out a needy whimper, craving for him to fuck me, to feel his cock inside me. I feel the weight of the mattress shift under me as he climbs on and smile lustfully as his cock brushes my ass cheeks and moan  happily as his cock enters my ass, roughly thrusting into me, filling my needy ass, fucking me deep and hard. I grip the mattress and moan silently as he pushes deep inside me, moving my hips in time with his thrusts, his balls slapping against me as my straining caged cock swings helplessly beneath, my mind filled with lust, frustration, denial and need. My eyes roll as I feel his cum fill me, my oven cock squirting onto my mattress below, as I cum hard, my body shaking in blissful orgasm, as I let out a loud moan, one that causes me to receive a painful shock from my collar but I don’t care. My exhausted body slumps on to the bed, landing on the damp sticky patch I have just made. 

I unconsciously open my mouth as master slides his dirty cock passed my lips and I lick and suck it clean, happily tasting his cum and my ass, cleaning it of my filth. I close my eyes as master lays down next to me, both of us barely fitting on my small bed, his hands gently caressing me as I rest contently in his embrace, happy to be his prisoner, grateful to be allowed to live out my dream life.