"No officer, I have no idea where he could be. I haven't seen him in weeks. I'm so worried, please, if there is anything I can do to help, please let me know." I wait until the door is closed before I allow a smile to cross my face, they really believed me. 

I turn and step away from the front door, as I walk through my home the floor creaks slightly, the only clue of where their missing person is, unfortunately for them they're will out of earshot, not that they want to be found. 

I look down and smile thinking about my slave hidden and confind down there, trapped underground, where no one will ever find him. 

I moan in the warm, almost suffocating darkness, my body tightly bound, curled up, cramped inside the small metal container, my helpless body drenched in sweat, the single small air hole leaving little in the way of air flow as I'm left alone to slowly bake, not to mention my reduced lung capacity from being confined to such a small space, and my joints and muscles complaining after hours squeezed into a tight ball with no room to move or stretch. Even with the blindfold wrapped tightly around my eyes, the sweat still stings them, the teasing of the plug buried deep in my ass only making me sweat more, trying to breath, as I'm left constantly on edge, my bound body wiggling as much as possible in the extremely limited space, as my cock desperately strains against its tiny metal prison, my horny pleading moans muffled by the huge penis gag filling my mouth, forcing me to focus on sucking on the rubber cock to prevent choking, while my own goes denied. 

Even without the plugs blocking my ears no sound reaches me, I barely hear the sound of the door shutting, feeling the vibrations through the walls of my prison as they crush me, not knowing if my master is coming or going or if it was even him, and the slight faint sound of a footstep above me, for a second filling me with hope, one of my master taking me out of my home and playing with me. 

Normally he wouldn't even remove any of my bondage, just my plug, quickly replacing it with his cock, fucking my needy body hard as I moan lustfully, begging him to use me. Sometimes though he undoes my gag and feeds me his cum and piss, other times he leaves everything and just enjoys teasing and torturing me, shocking me, spanking my ass, whipping my back and ass cheeks, choking my throat, slapping my swollen balls, putting a vibrator against my cage and edging me, forcing a enema into me, occasionally he doesn't even get me out of my box hidden under the floor boards, instead watching me squirm helplessly, lost in my horny denial and frustration, unable to see, hear, speak or move, trapped curled up and bound in a small box, barely big enough to allow for the slightest of movement. The only other times I'm let out are twice a day for feeding and toilet, and every now and then a wash, the clean feeling barely lasting, the sweat quickly covering my body again within an hour after being returned to my home. 

The crazy part of it all is that I wanted this, I begged for this. I was always different, I craved bondage, imprisonment, slavery, sensory deprivation, submission, everyone thought I was crazy or lost in the fantasy, except my master, he understood that I am genuine, that I really do want this, that it isn't just fantasy. I know I could never live this life and my old life though, so my master hides me away down here, everyone thinks that I'm lost or missing, but that's further from the truth, I'm exactly where I should be. 

I moan helplessly as a wave of frustration hits me, my sweaty body shaking with need, slowly going mad with both lust and a need to move, tormented as I wait for my master to return and let me out, completely happy in my hellish hidden compartment. 

I walk back over to the hidden compartment under the floor boards, one that contains my horny prisoner, one twitching and sweating after so long without any interaction outside of his constant teasing, tortured by his denial, bondage and the temperature that builds up inside his home, my cock hard and needing attention. Maybe I should let him out for a bit and have a play with him, before returning him there for the night. I smile, if I want to really mess with him I'll skip his feeding and toilet break, really mess with his perception to time, I already keep it somewhat random to make sure he doesn't use them to keep track of time, maybe I can even use it as an excuse to punish him when he pisses himself after a hours of having to hold it and has to lay in his own mess, as the smell and taste fills the warm and heavy air, until I finally visit him, only to tell him off and punish him. Maybe have him drink it up into his empty stomach or whip him and drop him back in without cleaning up his mess, maybe I'll add a fresh top up to it, making sure to get it all over his fresh wounds from my whip, making him flail as much as he can in the tight space, completely trapped and unable to get away, maybe I'll bring the cattleprod as well, give him a few shocks to his piss drenched body, listen to his muffled screams as he twitches, make him regret ever asking for this life but part of me knows he never will, not when this is what he truly wants, desires, needs, deserves and is.