“Originality is nothing but judicious imitation.”
“Originality is nothing but judicious imitation.”
She was in a melancholy mood as her past decided that Easter sunday would be the day that she would once again walk down memory lane. She decided that a bubble bath would relax her and possibly giver her the escape she so badly needed.
Walking into the bathroom she looked forward to the smell of the green bubble bath, Vitabath. The smell alone reminded her of her long gone aunt who she had been extremely close to before Legionnaires disease took her to meet her maker.
Her aunt had given her a bottle of Vitabath many years ago and the aroma was so pleasing to her. She turned on the hot water and then the cold to make the water temperature acceptable to her touch.
She squirted several shots of the bubble bath into the hot water and she stood watching the bubbles appear. Stepping back she placed one hand on the tie of her robe and untied it and pushed it off her shoulders.
She then placed the robe on the granite counter top in the bathroom and then she removed her shirt, sports bra and then her panties. She only wore panties when she took her dogs for a walk and there was no rhyme or reason for it.
She slowly put one toe into the water to be sure it wasn’t to hot and then she stepped into the bubble rich water. Slowly sitting down and leaning back in her jacuzzi bathtub made memories flood her brain like storm waters overflowing a sewer drain.
As she looked up into the recessed lighting memories of dead bees came back to her. The memory came as a reminder of some of the things her husband had done when he was alive. The bees had made their way into the attic area above the bathroom and her husband had climbed the roof to find the entrance that bees had found their way into their home.
He sealed up the entrance and the remaining bees died and fell into the lense of the recessed lighting. Her mind flooded with memories and the next thought was of the day she brought her husband home from the hospital.
She had been forced into making literally a life or death decision regarding her husband. She had to decide if she would allow the Dr. to remove her husband’s foot or have him transferred to another hospital for a second decision.
The Dr. told her the news, which seemed to get worse than the information from the first Dr.not only did the Dr. tell her he wasn’t able to safe the foot let alone her husband’s leg but he would do the best he could.
She watched her husband wheeled into the operating room and the doom that came over her was suffocating. She had no idea if her husband would live let alone have any part of his leg. Hours past and the Dr. came out to tell her that her husband had survived the surgery and that the Dr. was able to safe the leg above the knee joint.
This was great news as the knee joint made it so much easier to learn to walk with a prosthetic. She sat in the tub and slid down under the water in an attempt to drown out the memories but they continued to flood her brain.
She remembered the day she brought her husband home and she remembered the solemn mood that both of them were in. He had no idea the decisions she had to make in an effort to keep him alive and he would never know the heart wrenching decisions that she had made.
She was able to escape from the memories long enough to wash her hair and body and shave the parts that were in need. She then turned on the jets and positioned herself so the jets would shoot water through the opening in her upper thighs.
The water rushed through and like every other time she had a very fast and satisfying orgasm. Once the spasms stopped she let the water out of the tub as she stood up and dried her body.
She glanced through the bathroom door and for a reason she could not fathom, the wood floor in her bedroom brought her back to the day her husband came home. She could literally see herself lifting her husband’s frail body and putting him in their bed. The pain that shot through her body was ignored until she had him safely in the bed.
Little had she known that she had ruptured two discs in her lower back while she lifted her husband. She didn’t care about herself as much as she did about the man before her, the man that she would never know.
The loss of his leg was like a cancer that ate away at their lives together. Even though they didnt marry for love they cared deeply about each other. It broke her heart to see before her a broken man, a man that would never be the same by a long shot.
This Easter Sunday was like every other Easter Sunday since she had married as Easter was only a few weeks from her husband’s birthday and ten days later the eminent death of a man taken control of by leukemia.
She usually made a ham for Easter and a lovely dinner but not this year, no this year would be vastly different. Her only daughter was doing an internship in Washington D. C. with the attorney general’s office and her son was a picky eater. She had decided to make no dinner for the two of them and instead chose to eat a frozen meal of swedish meatballs and noodles.
She preferred cooking to going out to eat or to eat frozen food items but just in case she got sick and couldn’t cook for herself she had several frozen meals in the freezer. The sadness that comes with memories of those long gone overshadowed every other emotion she had.
She had lost everyone she had ever known her as a child and the man that she created children with. She didn’t feel sorry for herself, just a sense of loss so deep and so controlling she had no idea how to crawl out of the depths of the memories.
She so needed someone to wrap their arms around her and give her some comfort but there was no one in her life that could give her what she needed. She missed sex like crazy and she missed the smell of a man, the feel of his body, the feel of an erect penis pushing against her lower back in the early hours of the morning.
She missed so much but she knew when the time was right the man that was to be part of her remaining years would walk into her life. She knew that both of them had something special to offer each other but until that day she would walk by herself and walk down memory lane while she nursed a part of her that was filled with loss and one day found.
He woke up one day and found himself to be a very famous young man. He had dated his wife since he was a young teen and his dreams always included her. They married and moved to another country because of his talent.
He was unlike the typical man in so many ways but he was also as typical as many men. He wanted to have children and especially a daughter. He produced four sons but he would never produce the daughter that he so wanted.
As the years past by him, he and his wife grew apart and even though they both loved their children, money had afforded them the ability to send their children to boarding school. His wife loved to dance and opened her own dancing school as well as chased her dreams as a clothing designer.
Little did she know that she was no designer and because of her husband’s fame doors opened for her. Finally, their marriage took a crash landing that she barely survived but she did end up finding her way once again.
He loved the feel of freedom and he so enjoyed all of the random sex he had without worrying about a controlling wife in the background. He traveled extensively and he tasted many women from around the world.
He dated famous women as well as the non famous and he learned more about sex than he had ever experienced. He was a kinky fucker in many ways but he had yet to meet that one woman that would challenge him mentally, teach him sexually and take him back to a carefree life.
During the boring years of his faltering marriage he spent many hours on the internet watching porn and flirting with ladies on dating sites. To his surprise he found a woman that was very sexual as well as sensual and he found himself returning to chat with her over and over.
As the years past this one lady was always in the back of his mind and he could never completely shut her out. He found himself intimidated by her because she was so unlike all of the other ladies he had spent time with.
He was used to buying anything and anybody but this woman he could never buy at any price and that made her so much more desirable to him. He wanted to be with her so bad and he wanted to know if she really was the one woman that he had waited for his adult life.
He was aware that she wasn’t young and she wasn’t thin like so many of the ladies he had laid. He knew she was a strong, independent woman that would turn and walk away without a second thought.
He so feared rejection and he had been taught early in life that men were to be the controllers in the world. His wife was somewhat timid and she always felt inferior to the other women her husband worked with. She wasn’t pretty like the others and she felt that her husband was more attracted to other women.
The truth was he loved his wife and never had any thoughts of cheating on her until the latter years of their marriage. Now that he was divorced and had played the field for the last year he found himself quite a lonely man.
He wanted more than strange and random sex, he wanted a partner, a friend, a lover. He wanted the woman that would allow him to be himself and keep him stimulated sexually as well as mentally.
Deep down he knew the woman but he was to afraid of her rejection to move forward. She sat back and knew all of this but she was unable to do anything about it. She knew one day they would meet and on that day both of them would see their worlds change for the better.
“The first step in life is to figure out the person we want to be and settle for nothing less.”
She was ten minutes early for their meeting and this gave her the advantage to pick where they would sit in the restaurant. She walked slowly yet methodically toward the booth in the furthest corner.
She slipped into the booth and ordered a coke as she sat and waited for him to meet her. She was someone that got annoyed by those that set appointments and were late and she didnt tolerate waiting.
He walked through the door and she instantly could tell he had a feminine side that he kept hidden from the world. It was something tacit between the two of them as he didnt have to tell her about his secret desires.
He could tell immediately that she knew his deepest, darkest secret and he felt that she also knew he was wearing panties and a bra under his clothing. He had this desire to have breasts and had even gone as far as to take hormones so he had “little girl” breasts.
He was a tall and very thin man which made it easy to find ladies clothing that fit him. He also got so physically excited when his cute little nipples were tortured and his breasts flogged.
He had no desire to be a woman full time and his cock still got hard when he got excited. His only desire was to have someone play with him in a private and safe environment. This appointment would hopefully turn out in his favor and she would do a session with him.
She greeted him in a warm and friendly manner and she was very good at communicating with others. She made him feel accepted and comfortable and he felt that he could let down his guard and show her who he really was.
They chatted and she told him a bit about herself and he confided in her about his secrets, which of course she already knew about. She had had so many sessions that she had learned so much from and reading peoples “dirty little secrets” was child’s play to her.
She never insulted or made fun of any of her clients because like them, she had her own dirty little secrets. Her kids knew she was a pro domme as well as her sub but her neighbors and friends had no idea.
To look at her one would never know that she had a closet full of black leather outfits and thigh high boots. No one would ever guess that her basement was her private dungeon with a closet full of toys as well as a spanking bench, stockade, sybian and other furniture that was used in her sessions.
She was the only pro domme in her area that had top of the line equipment as well as her own dungeon. She had a website that was obviously filled with pictures of her sessions but she never showed the faces of her clients.
When people visited her site they read the warnings she had posted about meeting anyone at a motel or hotel. She put warnings out for those that did decide to meet someone at a hotel and how to protect themselves.
She was more concerned with the safety of a person than the money she made from sessions and people could tell that she was no scammer. There were so many young girls using bdsm as a way to scam people.They would put a price on their services only to accept so much less as the money was all they truly cared about.
A real domme never compromises on her set prices and this domme was no different. She was a pro and she would walk away from doing a session rather than settle for less than her pricing. Her clients knew how much her sessions were before they met and yes she had several who tried to get her to take less but they failed.
She spoke with her sissy cross dresser and she had him follower her to her dungeon. She let him into the dungeon and ordered him to remove his clothing. She showed him the restroom and told him he could change into his feminine clothing.
It only took him a short time to put on his sissy bra, panties, sweater, skirt and high heels. She complimented him on high long legs and like any sissy that made him feel fantastic.
She put the wrist cuffs on him and hooked each wrist to the eye hooks in the ceiling and then she put the spreader bar between his legs and hooked each end around her ankles. Once in bondage the domme put clothes pins on the sissy’s nipples and then she put on miniature clothes pins.
The pain was so enjoyable but the sissy wanted to feel more pain so the domme put the pads of a tens unit on each nipple and his balls. She then took the violet wand and on the lowest setting touched each nipple and the sissy’s balls.
As she increased the intensity of the sissy’s cock responded with an up and down movement. When the cock gets excited it will do a twitching movement and that is what this sissy’s cock was doing.
For the remainder of the session the domme slowly increased the intensity of the tens unit as well as the violet wand. Finally, the alarm went off letting both of them know that their session had come to an end.
The sissy went into the restroom and changed back into his male clothing and once she was back into the dungeon play area she thanked the domme. She gave the domme payment for the session and also gave her a very nice tip.
This sissy had found the perfect place to feed her fetish and she knew that she would be back to see this domme. The next visit she would request that the domme giver her the release she so badly wanted during her first visit but had made it clear she didnt want release at the first visit.
The sissy thanked the domme and the domme walked the sissy to the door and gave her the standard good bye hug. The domme was a warm and friendly person to everyone and that included her clients. She told the sissy to feel free to contact her again for another session and she would schedule her and the sissy left as graciously as she had entered the dungeon earlier.
She had been contacted by so many slaves, they didn’t even bother to give a proper introduction, they just sent her emails asking her to take them as her slave. Of course all of them said the same thing.
They promised to do whatever the Mistress ordered yet they had no experience as a true slave as the lack of branding proved that. So many wanna be slaves and wanna be real time mistresses were online looking for a hook up of one type or another but most were financially motivated.
The slaves were looking for a lover as well as the mistresses and the submissives had fallen into the same category. To many people couldn’t find love in the vanilla world so they reached out into the bdsm world. These foolish individuals threw caution to the wind in hopes that they would be loved and not used, which of course was plain bullshit.
The mistress was out on a lovely Saturday afternoon running errands and doing a bit of shopping. To look at her you would never know that she was a mistress in the world of bdsm and she never announced it to anyone.
She happened to be some new black leather outfits and the sales representative was happy to help her. He was interesting enough to have a conversation with and as he handed her different outfits to try on he got the nerve to address her as mistress.
She smiled at him and asked him how did he know she was a mistress and he responded “by the excellent choice of garmets mistress.”
The conversation starting out quite innocently and lead from one topic to another. He asked her if she was in need of a slave and she asked him if he was offering to fill that spot. He of course said yes and she just laughed and asked him what were his qualifications.
He said that he three years of being a slave but his mistress had been in a terrible accident which left her in the care of a nursing facility. Without having a mistress to serve he said that he was and lost. She told him that so many wanted to be her slave but none of them were real slaves. He said “mistress if you allow me I will show you my SLR number.
The mistress was truly impressed as she had never met a single slave that had a SLR number. He told her he would gladly hand over all of the ownership documentation that would prove that she owned him, that’s if she would accept him.
Together, they picked out several outfits that suited her quite well and looked awesome on her. He had excellent taste in womens attire and he had been trained quite well by his last mistress.
He always stood to her side slightly behind her and he only addressed her when she asked for him to respond. He asked her if he could take her to lunch as his break was starting in a few minutes.
They agreed on a nice local restaurant that afforded them privacy which they wanted so they could continue their conversation. He asked for permission to address her and she have him permission to do so
He asked if she would care to see his SLRN and she said yes. He turned around and faced the front of the restaurant so no one would see what he was doing. He lifted up the back of his shirt just enough to pull down his belted pants a few inches.
Just below his pant line was a tattoo that showed is slave number. He told her that she could confirm the number on the TSR as he was a registered slave. She believed him but she had learned long ago never to trust anyone’s word as she had turned into a “show me or blow me” type of person.
She went online to the TSR and looked up his number and just as he said he was registered. She ordered him to tuck his shirt back in and to set down. They chatted and ordered a lovely lunch and to her surprise he was well versed regarding food.
He had ordered some homemade pasta with truffles and tossed in truffle oil. That was an appetizer they both enjoyed tremendously as they spoke of his service to her. He went down the list of his skills and the things he had done for his mistress.
He made it clear he would do what was asked of him and he would go above and beyond her wishes if she would take him on. They finished their lunch with an agreement that he would come by her home after he finished his day job.
He showed up at her home on time and he entered her home with the demeanor of a true slave. He stood before her and waited for her to give him orders that he would happily follow. She introduced him to her sub and she ordered him to remove his clothing.
He stood before her naked, totally shaved from the neck down and he was in very good physical shape. She asked him to turn around so she could show her sub what a real slave was. The slave was quite impressed with the tattoo and asked the mistress if he could could show the proof of a true sub to the slave.
She then looked at her sub and ordered him to get naked, of course he was to remove each piece of clothing and fold it neatly and place it on the empty chair to his left.
He did as ordered and then said to the slave “ I admire your tattoo but I think my pierced balls have a much nicer appearance as the cuffs are made of white gold and a gift from mistress.
The slave smiled as told the sub that he thought the handcuffs were very nice and quit fitting for a sub. He then turned to his new mistress with his head bowed waiting for further orders. The mistress told him to sit on the ottoman and she then had her sub stand in front of the slave.
She then ordered the slave to suck the cock of the sub and massage his balls as he did so. She was quite entertained by the willingness of the slave as well as the moans and groans that escaped her sub. Just before he was ready to cum she ordered the slave to stop and then she had the sub turn around and bend over.
The sub was then ordered to lick the subs asshole and stroke his cock at the same time. As the sub bent over she ordered him to fondle the cock of the slave. It was the perfect “circle jerk” in many ways and both of them were extremely excited which she could tell by the hardness of both of their cocks.
She ordered them to communicate with one another on when they were ready to cum as she had ordered them to cum at the same time. Both of them began moaning and asking if each other were ready to unload their load and as they both said yes, the mistress allowed them to shoot their cum on the floor.
Once both had came she ordered the slave to clean up the floor and the sub was to follow her into the bathroom. She ordered the sub to fill the tub and once filled to get into it and relax while he waited for the slave. She ordered her slave to wash her sub and once done he was to shower. Once washed and dried the sub was ordered to go to bed and to relax and the slave was ordered into the cage under her bed that had stayed empty for many years.
You like the music she chooses, you like the tempo and you wish you could sway with her naked body next to yours. She has a taste in music that feeds your own musical hunger and you wish you could talk to her about it.
You follow her online and you read everything she writes in hopes that you will be brought closer to her just by reading her thoughts. You have realized that no matter how far or how wide you travel you just cannot find that one woman that will fill her shoes.
There is something so alluring about this lady and you just cannot turn and walk away. You must read and reread every word she writes and you wonder how much of what she writes is fantasy? how much reality?
You wish you could smell her hair after she has taken a shower and you wish you could touch her skin and feel how soft she feels. You want to touch her body in seductive ways and you want her to seduce you in all of your glory.
This woman is what a real woman surely is and she can fulfill every fantasy that you have ever thought about. She can also fulfill every fantasy you have yet to even begin to think about.
You wonder what her lips would feel like on yours and you wonder how her hands would feel roaming your body. You so wish you could be with her and let her shove you up against the wall and tear at your clothing.
You want to feel her hands on your stiff cock and you want to feel her rub your balls as she strokes you into ecstasy. This woman has power like no other woman and the fascination you hold for her is so controlling.
He had thought about his sexually motivated fantasies for ever so long. His wife no longer had any sexual interest in him and he refused to “force” her to have a sexual relationship with him.
He did enjoy the feeling of satin panties against his cock and balls and the feeling of ladies stockings was also so arousing to him. He decided to look online and see if he could find a domme that would play with him without being a danger to him.
So many domme’s online didn’t have their own play space and they played at hotels or motels. This wasn’t a safe way to play as it wasn’t only not safe it also was not considered private.
Most of the so called domme’s online were girls in their twenties looking to make a quick buck without producing the results their clients really wanted. He had read the ads and gone through them and finally found a domme that interested him.
She was his age, mature and experienced along with having her own play space which was private and safe. He set up an appointment with her and they met at the local restaurant where they shared a meal. They discussed what his fantasies where and what she was willing to do for him.
He followed her back to her place and just like he said when describing his fantasy, she had made sure there was a nice array of her panties and stockings for him to try on. He wanted her to “catch” him putting on her delicate items and then tell him what she was going to do to him and his little clitty.
She put the wrist cuffs on him and hooked him to the eyelets in the ceiling while she put the spreader between his ankles. He stood before her in her panties and stockings and she knew he enjoyed cbt so she pulled out the violet wand.
She teased his balls and asshole with the violet wand and then she decided to put the tens unit to work on his balls. The sensation of the violet wand and the tens unit was quite invigorating.
She pulled the panties down to his knees and then she ordered him to turn around and she shoved a plug up his ass. She then put the prostate attachment on the magic wand and she pulled out the plug and replaced it with the magic wand attachment.
She turned it on low and slowly increased the power and the more his prostate got massaged the more excited he became. He would move his ass faster and faster as the massager hit that one spot that was so fucking hot.
He loved the feeling and his cock began to get hard as he pictured himself cumming with the wand up his ass. She took him to the edge of orgasm and then she removed the massager.
She then placed the hummingbird attachment to the wand and once she placed the latex gloves upon her hands she squirted some lubricant into the palm of her hand and warmed it up.
She then took his cock in her hand and stroked him in an attempt to make him harder so he would easily come when the hummingbird was put in place. The magic wand was a wonderful way to get a quick orgasm as no man could last more than thirty seconds.
She turned on the wand and slowly increased the speed of it until she could hear his soft groans and moans. She quickened the speed and the next thing she knew he was having the orgasm that he so desired.
She removed the wand and took the toys that she had used on him over to the sink where she washed them and disinfected them with bleach. She then let the warm water flow over the wash cloth and she walked over to him and wiped his ass, balls and cock until they were clean.
She then dried him and removed the wrist cuffs as well as the spreader bar. He was a happy man for sure and the orgasm was so intense it knocked him on his ass and he was ready for a nap.
She hugged him as she did with all of her clients and she wished him a safe trip home and told him to think about their session. She wanted him to contact her later and tell her how she could improve his next session. She always wanted her clients to experience their desires and she wanted to give them what they so wished for.
It had been almost five years, yes five very long years since her husband had passed away. She was never happily married and the marriage was nothing more than one big fake relationship.
She married him because she didnt want her children raised without a father like she was and he married her for what she had. The one she truly missed was a love long ago murdered.
She missed his kisses and his touch and she missed his smile so much. There had never been anyone to replace that love in her life and that was really sad. She deserved so much more and her heart ached for a deep love that was true.
She stood naked in front of the sliding glass door and the moon illuminated her body in a spooky kind of way. She watched the snowflakes drift from the sky and she wished she were one of them being blown in the wind.
She had just finished masturbating and then taking a pee and as she walked from the bathroom the full moon drew her in. She loved the sight of freshly fallen snow and she remembered happier days when making snow angels was a thrill.
As she stood before the glass door she felt the cool crisp air move around her body. Her nipples were erect and her feet felt the cool oak wood flooring beneath her feet. She slowly reached up to the handle of the door and slowly unlocked it.
She stepped barefoot onto the deck and let the snow fall upon her body as she stood with her tongue out catching random flakes. She thought of only one person but he spent more time traveling than anyone she had ever known.
He was once quite famous and important in the world of soccer but those days fell to the wayside as he had aged. She only knew that they were meant to be one even though they had never stood face to face.
She thought of touching his face and forcing him against a wall only to rip off his shirt. She had no idea why she had such an attraction to this man as he was no longer young and a very attractive man.
Time had taken those good looks and made him look like a regular person, someone you would pass and not look twice at. He was sexy, yes that is exactly what he was, a very sexy man that had a kinky side.
This Aquarian male was quite full of himself but she knew he had never been with a woman like her. No, she wasnt young and thin like the girls he played with but then again he was tiring of those bimbo’s in his life.
He couldn’t help but think about her and follow her online because she commanded his attention no matter who he was with. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her but what he hadn’t been prepared for is what she could make him feel.
She was an enigma to him and he constantly thought about her wondering if they were really meant to cross paths. Both of them believed in a higher power, the power of God, and how people were meant to be with each other.
He had no idea the immense pain she felt as she thought about burying a family member year after year until the last five members of her family were deceased. Yes, she had her children but they didnt know her like the deceased members of her family did.
He would never know the emptiness and loneliness she felt day after day. The heartache was deep and always throbbing within her. The loss so tremendous she couldn’t describe how it really felt.
She stood lost in time but her mind would bring her back to the face of the one man that had helped her even though he had eluded her. She thought about him often and the feel of his skin against hers.
She thought about making love to him and she wondered if he had any idea how hot their sex life would one day be. Yes, one day they would touch skin to skin and lips to lips and yes one day he would enter her warmth and finally feel what making love truly meant.
“The wealthy man can buy his way through life while all others must earn their way, but in the end the happiness comes to those that are deserving.” Kimberly
“We must be willing to get rid of the life we planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”
A weak man has doubts before a decision, a strong man has them afterwards.
“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”
She new it was going to be a hectic day as her mind wondered to teaching her guards that she was serious and focused. Her uniforms were washed and ironed by the prisoners and they always made sure that the right amount of starch was ironed into the uniform.
She removed her night gown and put on the crisp grey uniform top and then she slipped on the matching grey skirt. She had numerous metals for her bravery during the war and she wore them proudly.
She brushed her teeth and put her hair in a tight bun that actually pulled her skin back from her face. She had a wicked grin on her face as she thought about those that she would punish severely.
She left the safety of her apartment and headed to her office and she expected her guards to be dressed in uniform and to be waiting in line for her approval. She was always driven by her own chauffeur and he knew what was behind this woman.
She wasn’t a cruel or hateful woman but she was firm in discipline and she demanded the utmost respect. He saw her gentle nature come out when she was taking her dogs out for a ride in the country.
He was the only one that ever got a glimpse of her gentle side an but he also knew how mean she could be. She gave sadist a new meaning, a richer, deeper meaning that went past the bone to the marrow.
She had one guard that didnt realize how dangerous it could be to steal from the warden and she crossed that line. She had gone into the wardens office when the secretary was away and the warden was doing rounds.
The warden had a beautiful brooch she had received from a dear friend years ago. The brooch meant so much to the warden. The warden would hold it in the palm of her hand daily and draw strength from it.
The guard had admired the brooch for as long as she worked at the camp and she couldn’t help but be seduced by its beauty. She sneaked into the wardens office and she picked up the brooch. She could feel the strength coming from it and she wrapped her fingers around it as she exited the office quickly.
She assumed no one would know who took the brooch and she felt safe and satisfied that no one would point a finger at her. She went about her daily duties and she even walked passed the warden several times during the day.
The end of the work day neared and all of the guards put their batons and handcuffs in their lockers. They chatted with each other as they headed towards to the exit gate and none of them expected what was yet to come.
The warden stood at the end of the hall by the exit gate and as her guards came into site she straightened her top and got ready for the interrogation of the group. She ordered them to line up with their hands by their sides and feet together.
She had them stand an arms length away from each other so she could walk around them during the inspection. None of them knew that the warden had e.s.p. and yes she knew things before they happened.
To get them off guard and to be relaxed the warden started her inspection by telling the guards that she appreciated all of their hard work. She went on to tell them that she was going to award three of them with gift certificates to show her appreciation.
As she told them about the certificates and the criteria she followed to pick the winners she walked up and down the line of guards. She looked at each one intently without their knowledge.
She told them that one of the criteria was honesty and the importance of being honest with the world around them as well as to themselves. She told them that honesty was a display of character and without honesty they had nothing.
She then asked them if they would turn in their friend or work associate if they knew that they had stolen something. She watched their faces as some of them looked puzzled, some looked as if they were trying to decide and some of them looked confident in their reply.
She walked the line of guards and asked each and everyone how they would respond to the question. She felt the nervousness of the guards as she worked her way down the line. She watched them as some shifted back and fourth, some bit their fingernails and one in particular was slightly sweating.
She stood before them and announced the three winners and had them leave the line and stand in front of her. She thanked them for their commitment to her and handed them the gift cards. As they looked at the value of the gift card they were quite shocked to see the amount on the card.
She demanded dedication from her guards and she excused the three winners. She then went to the end of the line and told them that she believed in rewarding dedication and punishing those that were not totally dedicated to her.
As she walked the line of guards she handed them an envelope to show them that they were appreciated as well. They also were surprised to receive what they thought to be a thank you card.
She told every other guard to turn around and open the envelope, they could look at what was in it but not remove it. The guards looked inside their envelope and they were surprised at the amount on the gift card they received as it was unexpected.
All of them them received a gift card except one and her envelope had a smaller envelope inside it. She then ordered them all to face her and she asked each and everyone of them what would they do to discipline a thief.
Some said cut off the hand of the thief, some said tar and feather the thief, some said to use a ruler on the palms of the thief’s hands and some said strip the guilty one naked and use her body any way they felt to.
She ordered the thief to stand next to her and to open her envelope. The guard did as she was ordered and she pulled out the smaller envelope. The warden ordered her to open the smaller envelope.
The expression on her face told the remainder guards that she was in serious trouble. She took out the card and it said only one word. The warden ordered her to turn the card around and show her fellow guards.
They looked at the card and all of the gasped at the shock of what they read. The card said THIEF in large, bold red letters. The guard holding the card felt the embarrassment rise to her face which she knew was red by now.
She ordered the guard to follow her to a new piece of punishment equipment that the warden had specially made. She had the other guards follow her as well and to stand and watch. She walked up to the guilty one and walked up to her and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt.
She them grabbed the shirt and pulled it open as the buttons flew everywhere. She then ripped off the matching skirt and the guard stood in front of everyone in panties and a bra. She walked up to the guard and patted her on the ass as she used her other hand to go into the front of the bra.
Inside of the bra she found her beloved brooch and took it out. She showed it to the other guards and all of them sucked in their breath. They knew how important that brooch was to the warden.
They couldn’t believe one of their own would steal from the warden and especially steal something so important. The brooch was made of diamonds, rubies and emeralds and it was a very expensive piece of jewelry.
The warden didnt care about the financial value because that meant nothing to her. The brooch held someone more valuable than money could buy. The brooch was given to her by her dieing best friend when she was on her death bed.
She truly believed that the brooch had powers that protected her and surrounded her with angels. Her best friend had told her to hold the brooch everyday and she would feel the presence of her best friend.
She shook off the thoughts of memory lane and she cut off the bra of the guard and tossed it aside. She then ripped off the panties and through them aside as well leaving the guard naked.
She then put handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and she made sure the spreader bar had her legs spread quite a distant apart. She then put nipple clamps on her and blindfolded her.
She then pulled out her tens unit and attached the pads on her labias and on each side of her asshole. She then whispered in her ear “I hate thieves and liars and you will beg or mercy.”
She then turned on the tens unit and she could tell the guard was uncomfortable. She planned on making the guard real uncomfortable at best.She increased the intensity which made the guard squirm.
She then increased to the maximum strength and the guard begged for mercy, just as the warden had told her she would. She left the tens unit on and used the violet wand on her nipples.
By the time she was done with the guard the guard was crying and filled with shame. The warden undid the cuffs and removed the spreader bar and the tens unit pads. She asked the guard did she have anything to say. The guard told her she was sorry and would never steal from her again and pleaded for mercy.The warden ordered her to leave her site and she had two guards escort her out. She was forced to leave the prison naked and cold.
The guards could feel the embarrassment the guard had felt and they also felt her shame as well. The warden had been easy on her in the other guards opinion but none of the would ever think of stealing from the warden.
The remainder of the week was quiet and the guards did their jobs to the utmost of perfection. Even the prisoners felt something had happened that was strange and unusual.
The warden went home for the weekend and she had been dealing with several prisoners that she had thrown in the hole. Their behavior was unacceptable and she had to decide how to teach them a lesson they would never forget.
She thought about it all weekend and when she returned to the prison on Monday her first order of business was dealing with the several undesirables. She ordered them to be brought to her office and to wait outside her office.
They were all macho men or so they thought and the warden decided to take away some of that macho bullshit. She had a spare room attached to her office and inside she had a prisoner standing behind a video cam.
Her cam was set up to interrupt any program showing in the recreation area. Most of the prisoners would be watching tv to pass their time. None of them were ready for what they would be seeing shortly.
The warden chuckled to herself and she was getting great pleasure out of knowing how humiliated the asshole prisoners would be. Her spare room had a large selection of whips, chains and bad things.
She had the prisoners follow her into her spare room telling them to get prepared.She removed the handcuffs from one of the prisoners but she left on the ankle shackles. She ordered the other prisoner to remove his shirt.
They were being video taped and she had ordered the video photographer to flip the switch so everyone could watch on the tv. Those watching tv already were trying to figure out what they were watching.
They had been watching the basketball game but now before them was several of the prisoners. These prisoners were feared by all in the prison and the watchers didnt know what to expect.
The warden ordered the prisoner to rip off the shirt and take down the pants of the prisoner. She ordered him to remove his shoes, sox and underwear which he did with much hesitation.
She walked up to the prisoner removing the clothing and put a blindfold over his eyes. She then had all three of them follow her to the spanking bench. She put the one prisoner in the stockade and had him position himself on the spanking bench.
The one prisoner that was standing naked was ordered to stand in front of the stockade. The third prisoner was ordered to get naked and to stand behind the spanking bench. The prisoner on the spanking bench was the leader of the bad asses in the prison.
The badass was going to find out how much of a badass the warden was. She had total control over these three and they would learn to behave themselves. The other prisoners sat and watched the show and had no problem heckling.
They found it funny that such macho guys were being forced to perform bisexual acts that were yet to come. The video photographer had been ordered to film up close any oral or anal actions.
She ordered the one behind the spanking bench to lube up the asshole of the one on the bench. He refused to do as he was told so the warden touched his balls with a cattle prod.The pain shot through him and the next time he was ordered to do something he did it.
He lubed up the asshole and he was given a large plug to shove into the asshole, which of course he did. He was then ordered to walk to the front of the bench and stroke the other prisoners cock until he was good and hard.
The prisoner felt so embarrassed and then he was ordered to stroke the cock of the other one. Both of them stood at the front of the spanking bench stroking each other as the entire prison watched.
They couldn’t help but get hard and the one in the stockade was ordered to open his mouth. He refused so the warden put the cattle prod to his balls which made him open his mouth wide.
The other prisoner positioned himself in front of the stockade and the other prisoner was ordered to guide the hard cock into the open mouth. He was ordered to suck the cock while the other one was ordered to lick the balls.
After some time the one prisoner came in the open mouth and the other one had stroked his hardness until he was milked dry. The open mouth was ordered to drink every drop of cum and lick the cock clean.
He did as he was told and the other prisoner was told to stand behind the spanking bench. He did as he was told and the other guard was ordered to suck the limp cock until it was hard.
He refused and the warden took out her bull whip and whipped the prisoner until he begged her to stop. He told her he would suck the cock if only she would stop with the cattle prod as well.
He dropped down onto his knees and sucked the cock until it was good and hard. Then she ordered the plug removed from the asshole and the hard cock to take its place. She ordered him to drive his cock deep into the asshole.
The lube would help the cock to slide in but the size of the cock and the length would be painful. He grabbed the ass cheeks after positioning his cock into the opening of the asshole. He then drove his hard cock into the asshole driving it further and further in with each thrust.
The one getting fucked cried out in pain and kept saying no over and over while being filmed. The entire prison started clapping and stamping their feet in delight to see such a macho asshole be taught a lesson.
The warden left the three of them and she told them she would return in time. She returned with a tray of fruit and cheese and she walked to the front of the spanking bench and grabbed the hair of Mr. Macho.
She had a strawberry in her hand and she told him to open wide for the berry, which he did. His mouth was very dry from his outcries and the berry was nice and juicy and felt good in his mouth.
She walked over to the container that had all of the sybian attachments and she chose the dildo that was about 2 1/2″ in diameter.She showed it to the macho man and she told him that he would be sitting on the dildo in short time.
He wasnt prepared for such a large toy up his ass but the warden didnt care as she had all of the bullshit she was going to take from him. She ordered one of the other prisoners to undo the straps on his legs, middle and arms.
He was rude and a real smart ass and the warden wasn’t going to tolerate his abusive behavior. She had the video photographer set up the cam to get an up close and personal video of the rude asshole riding the biggest dick he had ever seen.
She put handcuffs on him and placed his arms over a pole that was about five feet long. She had it pushed up against the back of his neck and he couldnt move his arms once he had been handcuffed to the pole.
She had the other two inmates stand on each side of the macho man and she had them force him down on his knees. The sybian was moved into position and the two inmates were ordered to pull his cheeks apart.
They did as they were told because they didnt want to me the next ones to have the dildo rip their asshole apart. The warden walked up to the macho man and she pushed him back onto the dildo.
Inch by inch she forced him down until the dildo was all the way up his ass. He had been begging her to stop but she refused to give in an inch. She then forced part of a banana into his mouth and she said to him “enjoy the ride” as she began to turn the knob on the sybian.
The sybian not only went back and forth it also rotated and the warden would increase both the speed and the circular motion. It was not in the least an enjoyable experience for the rider but the entire prison was enjoying the show.
She then ordered the other two inmates to get on their knees, she ordered one to get move behind the other one and to push him down on all fours. She then ordered the one to lube up the ass of the other one.
Once lubed she ordered the one to put his cock in the ass of the other while macho man watched. She ordered the fucking to be a real fucking with deep penetration and thrust after thrust.
The video that was being made would be a great source of humiliation for years to come. The warden moved the tv that was on a rolling tv table in front of the macho man and she removed the cover over the screen.
To the macho man’s deep humiliation and embarrassment he saw not only himself but also the other two inmates. The warden asked him how he enjoyed being a popular actor and if he thought his career would take off.
The warden let out a devious laugh and then she slapped the macho man across the face. She had punished the three of them for two days and nights and they were totally exhausted and beyond humiliated.
The warden finally ordered them to get dressed and to return to the cell block. She told them if she had any trouble from them she would make the next visit to her playroom much more painful and embarrasing.
Illusion is needed to disguise the emptiness within.
Until you have been sexually assaulted you have no idea how it feels
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