I kneel on the cold hard floor of my cell, the only room I know aside from the showers, exercise room and torture chamber next door to my cell, behind thick and heavy bars, never able to step beyond them, as the heavy metal door opens. I don't know how long I've been imprisoned down here, I don't even really remember life before being here, the outside world and my life before it only appearing as vague memorise, not ones that I deliberately think of, this is my home, it is safe, peaceful, quiet, there is routine, I have no desire to leave. I subconsciously rub my back, feeling old marks left by the whip, punishing me for an escape attempt back when I was new here and had foolish ideas. I don't know why I'd want to escape, I even vaguely remember always wanting to be imprisoned just like this. 

As my master steps in I quickly kiss both his boots respectfully, showing my submission to his authority. I stand and feel my chain linking my collar to the wall detach. I'm being taken out of my cell? My heart beats fast as I wonder where, the showers? I doubt I washed recently and it only happens roughly once a week. The exercise room? Maybe, master likes to watch as I struggle with exhaustion, whipping me whenever I slow on the running machine. The torture chamber? I hope not, plus I don't think I broke any rules but maybe master just wishes to remind me of the consequences, it has been a while. 

I stand obediently in confusion as he unlocks the barred area that acts as the walkway between rooms, I haven't gone passed these bars for years. I panic slightly as I'm guided out passed them, his arm drugging me as I look fearfully back at my cell, wishing to be back inside it, not liking the idea of being out in the world. 

I'm dragged up the stairs and into the normal house that my prison is hidden under, the soft carpet under my bare feet feels strange and unnerving, while the light shinning through the windows in the walls is blinding due to only knowing the dim ceiling light of my cell. I struggle as I'm led to another door, as it opens I'm hit with a gust of wind and hear a barrage of sounds. Combined with the sudden wide open space I'm completely disorientated and terrified, wishing to be taken back to my dark and quiet cell, not liking this large and chaotic space, confused as to why I’ve been brought here. I feel the sunlight warming my cold body, a feeling I'm not used to and find uncomfortable after years in my unheated cell, as I'm led to a tree, a chain around it locking to my collar. I look at my master with pleading and wild confusion, hoping that he will take me back inside. 

"After 5 long years I thought you could do with some fresh air. I'll be back later." I panic as he walks away, overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, smells, feelings, everything. I pull on my chain just wanting to run back to the safety of my cell, return to its familiar cold hard floor, its solid walls, the quiet nothingness. 

I pace slightly, my feet still not used to the feeling of the grass, as I try to calm myself, the chain anchoring me bringing me some comfort as I pull on it every now and then, not to break free but to feel it restraining me, to remind myself that I can't go anywhere in the large wide open space, one full of scary sounds, although some are nice, like the birds singing, children playing and people happily talking and laughing, I vaguely remember being able to speak once a long time ago, I remember holding conversations, none that were of anything important, although I think that was the point. I haven't has a conversation in so long, master gives me commands and instructions and that's it, I'm not allowed to speak, any noise I make is immediately met with shocks from my collar, I'm not sure that I can even remember how to speak any more. A strange curiosity comes over me, I find myself fighting fear and years of conditioning, my atrophied vocal chords trying to work, I manage to force at a quiet grunting noise, nothing resembling any words, my body immediately twitching in pain and I nearly stumble over and fall to the ground as my collar shocks me, reminding me not to speak, punishing me for misbehaving. What has come over me? Why did I try to do that? I feel fear at myself, why would I try to misbehave? I need to return to my home, this place is affecting my mind in ways I don’t like, making me think thoughts I haven’t thought in years, ones that I shouldn’t think.

I pace restlessly, growing more used to the open space, my legs strangely feeling restless, as I want to stretch and run, something I can never do in my cell, but I never feel this way. What is happening to me? Why am I acting so strange? 

I suddenly smell something, among the many strange smells, like the flowers, cigarette smoke, and fresh air, I get the scent of something that makes my stomach growl, something that smells delicious, way better than my bland and small meals of scraps and dog food, my mind beginning to remember what non prison food tastes like, what it looks like, a craving forming in my mind for something other than my disgusting prison meals or my master's cum and piss, or whatever I find when licking his ass and feet. I pull on my chain restlessly as the new wonderful smell torments me. 

I stand more calm and also more confused than ever, my comfortable world disturbed, my content mind now full of thoughts, ones long forgotten, desires for things i haven't wanted in years, that I'd sacrificed to become am imprisoned sex slave, kept locked away in a basement, never feeling the warmth of sunlight. Part of me is even asking the terrifying question of why I chose such a life. 

I look at my master with a strange mixture of fear and need for reassurance, part of me afraid to return to my simple life, to be trapped back in my tiny cell, able to touch both ends at the same time, fed only dog food and scraps. My only company and physical attention being when my master visits me to use me, my constantly straining and denied cock and aching balls. While another part of me desperately wishes to return, to forget about the world around me, to return to my simple life, one of peace and quiet, one where I know exactly what will happen, to feel the comfort of my four walls again. I watch as my master smiles.

"Did you enjoy your fresh air?" I look at him unsure of how to respond.

"I see this outing has had the desired affect. You had gotten so used to your life in your cell after years of breaking you, I got bored. I missed the early days where you regretted your decision to become my prisoner, how you'd struggle and fight back, how you'd need to be punished and taught a lesson. So I thought that maybe I could remind you of everything that you willingly gave up when you asked for this life. Remember that my little prisoner, when you are back locked away again, where no one will ever find you, not that they're looking, you are officially considered dead by now, you chose this life, you wanted this, you asked for this." I stand lost in conflict as I'm unchained and dragged back inside, the walls of the house feeling both comforting and confining as I'm taken away from the warm sunlight and sounds, forced back underground into the quiet, dark and cold basement. Part of me feeling glad to see my home, the firm bars the heavy metal doors behind them. I suddenly grow fearful, my mind wanting things to change, as I'm forced back into my cell, the chain quickly locked to my collar. The walls around me feeling constraining and I move my head around like a trapped animal. My master smiles satisfied at my reaction. 

"I see that my plan worked, I think the next few months will be very entertaining as I break and train you all over again. Have fun being back inside your home prisoner, one you will never leave, one that you chose." With that he laughs triumphantly as he steps out of my cell and slams the door shut loudly, leaving me trapped and locked away from the world once again.

I panic slightly and pull on my chain. Part of my mind desperately wanting to return to the outside world. I try to calm myself, I touch the walls and the other half of my mind feels comfort from them still, knowing that I am safe and home. I sit on my bed and touch my collar while my cock strains more than it has in a long time. I remember what master said, I chose this, this is the life that I want, that I asked for. That knowledge helps calm me down, I look around my familiar room and smile, happy to be home as the recently reawakened part of my mind is forced back down again. 

Epilogue: 

I kneel on the hard floor, part of me still remembering the soft carpet and grass but it doesn't bother me any more. My stomach rumbles as I wait patiently as I do every day, my routine never changing, the fact that it is always the same is comforting to me, my world is calm and predictable, unlike the world outside. 

I stare at my meal as it slides through the hatch in the door, a dog bowl filled with dog food and scraps. Although still not appealing to me since remembering what real food is, I gratefully lower my head and begin to eat my horrid meal, having gotten used to it once again, understanding that I'll never have anything else. 

As I eat in my humiliating manner like an animal, my cock strains inside its own prison, hoping that today master will visit me and use me, wanting his cock to fuck me, craving his attention. I think I understand why I chose this life and despite being shown what I have given up, I don't regret it, I’m thankful to my master for reminding me, for helping me remember, to teach me to be more grateful to him for giving me the life I wanted and deserve.