There I laid, caged, exposed, and waiting to be used. 

Every morning started the same. The lights were cool and bright, programmed to come on at 6am, just to deviously destroy any chance of sleeping in. 

Master wanted me awake and craving his presence, even hours before he showed his face.

My cage is made of thick metal and impossible to escape, but even if it did open, the closet door it rests inside is locked with multiple deadbolts.

The closet was small, containing a couple shelves on the side with toys and objects, often used against me. The light above was bright and on an automatic timer set by my Master. 

Next to my cage he kept his workout shoes, always carrying quite the stench. It created an aroma throughout the entire closet. It took weeks of being locked in here with them to get somewhat used to it. 

There’s still times I want to gag, but it’s also somewhat comforting to know he has thought of every single way to keep me reminded that I’m his property.

I always sleep naked, feeling the cool thin pad below me. It’s hardly more than half an inch thick. It’s more of a gym floor than a cushion, designed to minimize bruising and certainly comfort. 

I’m in a constant state of denial, but I’d never dare touch myself ever. I knew there was a camera watching my every move. I’d learned that the hard way once. 

The large butt plug seated in my ass would often keep me up at first, but now I feel empty without it. Accustomed to it as if it’s part of my body, only to be removed when my ass is needed for other activities.

Every morning started the same for me now, Master would open the door a couple hours after the light woke me up. He knew I’d be eagerly waiting for him. He’d piss down my throat and I’d quickly swallow it all, trying not to lose a drop. 

Once he’d unloaded his dark morning piss against my tongue,  he’d grab his shoes and leave for a run. I’d wait in silence again, with nothing but the taste of his morning piss in my mouth. 

After another hour or so, he’d finally return, slowly pulling me from the cage and closet for the second task of my day.

While he prepared his breakfast, I’d finally be allowed to relieve myself. It wasn’t a relief by any means though, I’d squat over my food bowl and release my own morning piss into it, on top of whatever oatmeal or cereal he chose for me. 

However, before I could enjoy my meal, Master would enjoy his. Laughing as mine grew cold and soggy. 

Some days, he would make me service him while he waited, others I would kneel there in silence. Often, it was licking his balls, hoping I’d earn his cock. Some days it was his cock, hoping I’d earn his cum. But the worst of days was if he made me begin with his feet. 

Finally, once he was satisfied and full, I would be permitted to lap up my cold piss and soggy food mixture for his entertainment. 

It was a morning ritual I’d become very used to, and unfortunately would likely never change.