I shiver under my thin blanket, one barely doing anything to keep my naked and starved body warm in my freezing cold cell, part of me wishing that my master would heat my home but I understand his reason not to, money shouldn't be wasted on prisoners like me, heating is a luxury, just like clothes or access to my cock or going outside, ones I don't deserve and will never get. 

My teeth chatter in the dark as my body twitches from my regular wake up shocks from my collar, my mind barely registering the familiar pain with a quiet groan, accepting that I will get no more rest until lights out as the single bulb illuminates my small world, the bare walls of my cell, the small squeaky bed, the toilet and sink, the tiny cupboard, containing my only allowed possessions, a toothbrush, toothpaste, an electric razor, a plastic cup, a wash cloth, a bar of soap and several rolls of toilet paper. 

I slowly pull back my blanket, exposing my body to the cold air, as loud music plays over the speakers high in the wall, ones usually used by my master to give instructions, play sounds of him and lovers having sex or him and others talking about how pathetic I am for willingly being a prisoner, one who asked and begged to be locked away forever, starved, fucked, mistreated and kept in chastity, all of which makes my cock strain in its permanent cage. Today though my small cell is filled with christmas music, informing me of the exact date for the first time in months, most of the time I don't even know the month let alone the day of the week, I also have no idea of what year it is, such information is irrelevant to someone with a life sentence, my only real indicator is how hot or cold I am, with my cell being freezing in the colder months and boiling in the summer, going from a freezer to a sweat box. Today though I am to be told what day it is, to be reminded of the world I left behind and abandoned, the world that has completely forgotten about me, a world that has moved on one more year. 

I hear the familiar rattling of my chains and heavy shackles as I slide my bare feet, my cane marked soles resting on the ice cold concrete floor, sending a shiver up my spine, part of me missing the unbearable heat of summer. Knowing that I have to be in position on time to avoid punishment I quickly get up and prepare myself, feeling the pain in my cage I sit on the toilet positioned next to my bed, my pillow only inches from the bowl and all of its horrid smells as it is only cleaned once a month, and relieve myself, reducing the pain in my frustrated crotch slightly. Next I run the cold tap, no warm water for prisoners, and fill my cup, taking a refreshing drink before placing my wash cloth under the icy stream and proceeding to wash my body as well as possible, not wanting to fail inspection. I quickly run the razor over my face and body, making sure to look tidy and presentable, before making my bed and kneeling in the cold hard floor, waiting patiently for my master to open my cell door and have me greet him, my empty stomach rumbling as I wait, his verdict on my cell and body determining whether I get fed today. 

Time goes by, much longer than usual, my master presumably enjoying a well deserved Christmas lay in, while my rest is of course interrupted as it is every morning. My knees begin to hurt, kept pressed into the hard floor of my cell, my frozen body refusing to move, knowing that at any moment my master may unlock my cell door and enter, I must remain in position, if I'm not then I'll be punished and go without food. The scars across my back, permanent reminders of what happens to prisoners who misbehave, have trained and conditioned me to always try to please my master, good prisoners get everything they need, bad prisoners get punished. I shiver slightly as I remember the sting of the whip as it cut across my back, the pain in my feet as they were mercilessly caned, the uncontrollable twitching of my spasming muscles as is was shocked over and over by the taser, the days spent trapped in total darkness, locked away in the cramped pit, left completely alone, not even seeing my master for days, all punishments that I'd earned and deserved, all valuable lessons, all helping mold me into a good and obedient prisoner, one who will not abandon their proper position and who will show their master the proper respect he deserves.

I hope my master hasn't forgotten about me in all the fun and festivities, although I would understand of he did, I'm grateful that he never seems to forget about me hidden away down here, part of me always fears that one day he will but I shouldn't think that, master looks after me, I'm a good prisoner, good prisoners are looked after. 

I suddenly hear the familiar and loud clang of the bolt of my cell door unlocking and the squeaking of the hinges and the heavy metal door moving over the concrete floor, as it opens two black boots come into view and I immediately lower my head down to them and kiss them both respectfully before returning to my kneeling position with my head bowed. I stay still as my master walks around me as he inspects the room. As he returns standing in front of me I feel the end of a riding crop tap under my chin, lifting me to my feet, making me stand straight with my head looking straight ahead, while my master inspects me, his eyes looking over my body, making sure that I have been maintaining my body to his standards. I remain still as his hands run over my exposed and shackled body, exploring every inch of it, I struggle to not react as his finger slides into my ass, checking to see if there is anything smuggled inside. 

As he once again returns to stand in front of me I drop back down to my knees as he undoes his trousers and pulls out his cock, my own straining at the sight as without needing to be told I wrap my lips around it and begin to suck on his cock, my tongue rolling over it, moans escaping as I enjoy the taste, my head moving back and forth as I push it further and further down my throat, gagging and choking slightly as I take his cock all the way to his balls, quickly receiving his reward of warm cum filling my mouth and shooting down my throat. I smile, enjoying the delicious taste as I swallow it down, my tongue hungrily cleaning his cock, searching for every drop, before he pulls it out, wiping it on my face before putting it away. 

"Good job prisoner." With that he leaves and closes the heavy door, the slam and clang of the lock sealing me back inside echoes around the small space, the bare walls doing nothing to dampen the sound. 

I remain kneeling, waiting as my stomach rumbles, the hatch at the bottom of the door sliding open and a tray is pushed through. I stare hungrily at the bowl of porridge, one a slight yellow, a added flavouring from my master, his morning piss mixed into my bland breakfast. 

"You may eat now prisoner." Without hesitation I lower my head down to the bowl and begin to eat my meal like the animal I am, cutlery not allowed as I use it to try and escape or attack master. 

I pace around my small cell, the rattling of my chains filling the room, along with the Christmas music, which I make sure to enjoy as this is the only day in the year I get to listen to anything other than my master's taunting and teasing. 

I freeze in place as I feel a slight shock from my collar. 

"Merry Christmas prisoner, you have a present. Prepare to recieve your gift." I smile excitedly, a present for me? I kneel in place on the hard floor and wait patiently, knowing that I must continue to behave if I want my present. I door opens and as always I lower my head and kiss my master's boots. As I return to my kneeling position a small wrapped package is dropped to the floor in front of me. 

I reach out and pick it up curiously and begin to open it, tearing off the wrapping paper to find a piece of coal.

"Just what all prisoners deserve. What do you say?" Humiliation and shame fills me, humiliated at being so excited and shame from the truth of my present, I'm a prisoner, I deserve nothing else. 

"Thankyou sir." He smiles down at me.

"Come on, I'll let you out to play with your new toy." At this he grabs my arm and roughly pulls me up to my feet before dragging me out of my cell, his hand gripping me painfully tight as I obediently follow in confusion. 

We stop at a pair of stocks in the barred area outside my cell. I stand still as master opens the stocks.

"Get in position prisoner." Knowing what happens if I disobey I do exactly as I'm told and sit down and place my feet into the stocks, the heavy wood dropping over my ankles and locking into place. Master walks up to me and holds out his hand, I pass him my coal and he places it in a container near my feet, one filled with other pieces of coal. My heart beats fast as he lights the coal, the flame roaring to life near my feet, the heat instant and intense. 

"Enjoy the warmth prisoner." With that he leaves me trapped in the stocks, my feet roasting by the fire. I moan and try to move my feet away as they begin to get uncomfortable from the heat but they can't go anywhere as I'm force to endure the heat. 

I groan, sweat pouring down my body, my feet uncomfortably painful as they slowly bake near the flame, a flame fuelled by my Christmas present. 

I look hopefully at my master as he approaches, my eyes pleading with him for mercy. 

"You enjoying your present prisoner?" I know what I shoukd say, although I'm worried about what that would mean.

"Y... yes sir." He smiles sadisticly and my heart sinks.

"Good to hear, I'll give you a bit longer to enjoy your present." With that he turns and walks away, leaving me to suffer. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I struggle in the shackles, quickly giving up as I'm forced to continue my torture and torment. 

I sigh in relief as the flame finally dies, my feet screaming in pain, throbbing warmly as they dried skin reacts to the cold air of my prison. I hear master's footsteps as he returns.

"Looks like you've used up your present. Did you enjoy yiur treat prisoner?" 

"Y... y... yes s... sir." I manage to mumble out weakly through the pain. 

"I'm glad to hear it. Time to get you back in your cell." I feel the weight of the stocks disappear from my ankles and slowly lift my sore feet out of them. I cry out slightly as I place my tortured soles onto the cold hard floor, my feet still warm and throbbing. Master holds me firmly as he helps me walk painfully to my cell, leaving me laying on my bed, my cell door closing and locking as I'm left to rest. 

I awake from a light sleep, my collar shocking me to remind me to be kneeling ready for my dinner. I moan in discomfort as my still sore feet touch the ground, quickly making me drop to my knees as I wait, my stomach empty and growling. 

The hatch slides open and a dog bowl of scraps from my master's Christmas dinner, served in a source of fresh warm piss, appears before me. I wait, staring at my meal hungrily. 

"You may eat prisoner." I quickly lower my head and begin eating my delicious Christmas dinner, enjoying the taste of master's scraps soaked in his piss. 

I sit in silence on my bed, waiting either for lights out or for master to visit, I hope he visits for one last Christmas present. 

I jump to my feet, letting out a quiet moan from the pain as I kneel in time as my cell door opens. I greet my master respectfully as always. He grips my arm and pulls me to my feet, his lips kissing me, the smell of alcohol is strong on his breath. I'm thrown hard onto my bed, my cock straining as I know what is coming, I raise my ass up into the air for him, my bed creaking as he climbs on. His hand grip my hips and I gasp as he rams his cock into my ass uncaringly, forcing his way inside his prisoner, his helpless, naked, shackled prison bitch, his plaything, his slave. I moan and move in time with his hard and deep thrusts, enjoying his rough pounding as his balls slap against my ass, my imprisoned cock straining painfully as it swings below. I grip the sheets as he slams into me hard, his warm cum filling me, my body shacking and moaning as I orgasm, my cum spraying from my cage. 

Without a word my master pulls out and climbs off my bed as I collapse onto my now cum soaked mattress. 

"Merry Christmas prisoner." With that he leaves, my cell door slamming shut and locking behind him. My exhausted body laying blissfully on my bed, cum leaking out of my ass, the light going out, plunging me into darkness. 

Tired my eyes close and I pull my thin blanket over my cold body as I try to get some rest, ready for another day as a prisoner.