My Visit to the Prison Pt. 03

I returned to the hotel the same way as yesterday, different driver, different sound-track, same route. I was so excited about what was going to happen that night that I started slowly fingering myself in the back of the cab. At first I thought the driver hadn't noticed, but after a while I started doubting that. We were both trying to maintain "plausible deniability," the situation when even if you know the other person knows, this fact has not been agreed upon by all the parts, so each one, if confronted, can say, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

In spite of my wonderful orgasm earlier that day, I was getting quite wet thinking about the recent events and the future to come. My clit felt smooth and silky under my middle finger, and I was getting so wet that I was afraid to leave a spot on the seat. The driver was in a much worse predicament. He had to continue driving, and that required concentrating on the road, not on me fingering myself in the backseat. I didn't want to cause an accident, but it was hard to stop myself. At the end, I asked, "Could you please pull into that gas station and go and buy me a Coke?" I gave him 10 bucks and told him to keep the change. "You can let the meter run and take your time," I added, as he stepped out of the car. Only then I noticed his raging erection. Poor boy.

He did take his time. He probably went into the public toilet and jerked off to the thought of me masturbating, the pig. In the meantime, I could slowly finish getting myself off. It is very pleasant spending some quiet quality time with my pussy, anticipating more exciting things to come. My orgasm this time was like a gentle breeze, caressing my whole body on a sunny autumn day. I rode the wave twice, filling my body with sweet dopamine and oxytocin, and then I saw the driver coming back with my Coke. He looked pained when he gave it to me. I took it, without saying a word, and took a few sips.

I arrived at the hotel around 8, just in time to freshen up before ascending to the SkyBar. Sure enough, the poor bastard was there reading a book and waiting for me. He had not bought a drink yet, a good sign - men should wait for their ladies before ordering. As soon as he saw me, he came towards me and said, "Good evening, I am so glad you could make it. My name is Paul, nice to meet you!"

He was using his real name! How sweet! I am going to thoroughly enjoy destroying him. "Nice to meet you, Paul," I said, smiling. "What can I get you?" he hurriedly said. "Margherita, please." He disappeared for a couple of minutes and reappeared with two Margheritas in his hand. "I already got him to drink what I drink. This will be so easy!" I though.

We sat and talked about many things; He was quite charming actually. I made sure he would have a good look at my stiletto heels every time I changed my position, and he was indeed quite interested! I decided it was time to step up the game and said smiling, "So, what made you interested in talking to me in the first place? Might it have something to do with my good looks?"

"Well, you got me there," he bashfully replied, "I think you are very attractive and exude a aura of confidence and dominance that I find myself drown towards." Bingo! He had opened the gates of hell and there was no turning back now. I might have considered sparing him the ordeal he was going to go though if he had shown another aspect of his personalty (then again, maybe not...), but this? A sub basically throwing himself at me without knowing what he is getting into? I was getting wet just thinking about it.

"Well, we'll see about that young man. Go to room 305, stand in from of the door and wait until I finish my drink." Aaaand... he just nodded and left! Unbelievable! Visiting the prison had opened up a whole new world to me. There were indeed lots of submissive man just waiting to be "harvested" by young, strong women like me, Natasha, and the likes.

After he left, I just sat at the table, enjoying my drink and thinking about how good life was. I had almost forgotten him when I took the last sip, but then it was time to put my plan into action. As I walked through the corridor, hearing the sound of my heels clicking on the hard floor, I could see him waiting for me in front of the door. He must have been standing there for more than an hour, I had lost track of time, frankly. "Come in," I said, as I opened the door. It was now obvious to both of us that the power dynamics was 100% in my camp. He did not say a word, just walked in, looking down to the floor, where, conveniently, he could also get a glimpse of my shoes.

Sarah and Amy were waiting in the other room to put our plan into action, but I figured that I might have some fun with him before turning his life into hell.

"Very well, you already acknowledged that you like strong, dominant women. Show me what you mean then. Strip down and put your hands on your head." He quickly obliged, (of course!) and there he stood, in front of me, waiting for orders, and with a growing erection starting to show, in spite of the lack of stimulation.

I figured I could stimulate him a bit, so I took off my right shoe and started rubbing gently on his shaft. This was also necessary for the photo shot. After all, if he is going to try to violate this poor innocent woman in her own hotel room, he must have a raging erection.

I teased him gently for a few minutes and then I started feeling quite horny myself. "I think you are just letting me do all the work here, young man," I teased. "You had enough stimulation for the evening. It is time you show me if you know how to treat a lady," I said, and I started gently massaging my tights. He dropped to his knees and started kissing my shoes, while my hands were slowly reaching for my pussy. "Put your hands behind your back when you service me, boy," I commanded. He was now totally under my spell, had gone deep into that sub-space where every wish from your Goddess is an order that you gladly execute.

It was lovely to have him submitting to me and servicing my feet, but my pussy started to need some serious attention! It was time for him to graduate to pussy-licker now, and he did not have to be asked twice. His tongue felt different than that of the inmate this morning, and I started philosophizing on how much one could tell about a man judging by his oral skills.

He clearly had more experience than the boy this morning; His wife must have thought him well before breaking his heart. (Thank you, mysterious lady!) I guided him sternly on how and where to put his tongue, scolding him for failure to follow my directions, and never rewarding him if he did something right. which he almost always did. After half an hour of him pleasuring me, still with his hands behind his back, mind you, I felt the wave of my first orgasm approaching and I decided to try something new.

I turned around, exposed my bare ass to him, commanded him to start french-kissing it, and started fingering myself, while he was having a go at it. Oh, the divine bliss that comes when a man is thoroughly degrading himself, his tongue deep into your naughty-hole, while you are massaging your clit to an orgasm. Guys, when push comes to shove, only a woman truly knows how to rub a clit. It can't be thought. I envy Sarah and Amy, who surely have that skills and can apply it to each other. They were probably doing it right now in the other room. The thought of it drove me over the edge and I came like a fountain, savoring the boy's tongue deep inside my ass.

As I returned to this world, I saw the boy (I had decided not to think of him as Paul, as that would hinder me from de-humanizing him) still on his knees, with his hands behind his back, looking worried that he might have missed his chances by getting me off. He surely though I would not be interested in continuing our encounter now. So he was relieved when I stood up and said, "Well, that was acceptable, let's continue with your training then," and resumed teasing his dick with my nylon clad feet.

I would have probably enjoyed more going for a second cunnilingus, but duty called, and I had to get him ready for the trap. After a few minutes of stroking him, I started getting quite good at it. I was now aware of the signs of his impending orgasm, and knew how to slow down juuuust enough to keep him on the edge, without release.

I kept doing this for I don't know how long, again, thinking that Sarah and Amy would not mind being all alone in an hotel room, hearing us. I even tried some techniques that I had read on the magazine I worked for! "How to keep your man hot and horny for you," "Teasing techniques that will make him surrender to you," you know the type. They are probably written by some LLM by now, but they help sell the magazine, so we don't mind. There is a whole group of women that still has not realized their potential and only lives in a dream world, not knowing that they could just go out and get what they want, well, at least if they are drop-dead gorgeous like me!

The soft touch of my nylon covered feet on his dick was driving him crazy, I was making sure he would not come, but was taunting him with the thought of it. I was very convincing, and he must have tough he was going to have the night of his life, after all the sadness and heartbreak, the sucker.

When it was pretty obvious that he could not get more erected than he was, and that it would take him ages to ger back to his flaccid state, I just stood up, ripped my panties and bra off and started screaming, "Help, Help!" It was the cue for Sarah and Amy to rush into the room, the poor boy still standing there with his hands on his head, not understanding what was going on.

Sarah took the teser and zapped him in the balls right away. He screamed in agony, as people from the other rooms started to come out and wonder what was happening. "This man busted into my room and tried to rape me!" I sobbed, as Sarah zapped the poor soul in the balls one more so he would not have the energy to reply. "So lucky to have some police women nearby who intervened! All is under control now, thank you very much, we are just waiting for reinforcement to come," said Sarah reassuringly. I was laying on the floor, with my bra and panties ripped in half. Obviously a monster had done this! Some of the men were taking a bit too long to leave, probably attracted by the looks of my naked flesh, the pigs.

After the other guests retreated to their rooms, Sarah, Amy, and myself were left with a shivering boy lying on the floor, recovering from the electric shocks he had received. Sarah and Amy were more interested in each other than in the actual arrest procedure. They must have done it enough times to get casual about it. They were however fondling each other's breasts and starting to make moaning noises.

"Say, Sarah, when do you think the police will arrive?" I asked. "Oh, it will be at least half an hour before they are here, why?" "Well, I saw the devastating effects of your teser, and I was wondering if I might try it out." "Sure honey," she said handing it to me, "But make sure he is conscious, otherwise he will not feel any pain. Spray some water on him or just spit on him or something." "Water will do fine," I though, and I grabbed the bottle of Evian on my night desk and poured it on his face. He came through just in time to feel his balls set on fire once again.

Sarah and Amy were enjoying the show and were now shamelessly fingering each other, after having closed the door to avert the other guests' gaze. I though this was just too much fun, and kept zapping and reviving the boy until I was soaking wet again, watching him enduring all this pain, while the girls were having orgasm after orgasm.

By the time the police car came, a small crowd and some reporters had gathered outside the hotel entrance. It was going to be fun to play the innocent victim, as Sarah and Amy were moving the prisoner into the car. I left a couple of very touching interviews, stressing the importance of financing the police in this dark times, when men still think they can have their way with poor innocent girls.

After all the commotion ended, I went back to my room, took a nice long shower, masturbating all the while, and, after cumming a couple of times, I crushed into the bed and slept like a baby for ten hours.

In the morning, I checked out the hotel and took a coffee to go, in order not to attract too much attention. I was going back to the prison for the last time on this trip and I wanted to make sure that I would get my money worth it. (Well, the magazine's money, you get the point.)

To my disappointment, the boy (Paul) had not arrived yet. Apparently he had some kind of breakdown, induced, I was told, by stress accompanied by intense sexual frustration. The doctor (Dr. Lindsey) had diagnosed him with what is colloquially referred to as "Blue Balls." Not a surprise to me, the "Blue Baller," of course.

We all know what the only treatment for such ailment is, but, apparently, ethical reasons prohibit that particular routine from being performed in a public place, so the poor soul had to spend the night under supervision of a nurse at the local hospital. A nurse that, I was told, was all too eager to make his predicament even worse! The nurses at the local hospital also do shifts at the local prison, performing check ups, and making sure that everyone is healthy. Incredibly horny? Yes. But healthy. Desperately frustrated? Yes. But healthy. Same at the hospital.

Before saying goodbye, Natasha handed me the draft of the article that she had ghost-written for me, and asked me what I thought of it, and if it needed any changes to be made. It was perfect! The choice of words, the innuendos, all combined to make it one of the best pieces I had ever read in a woman magazine. "This is wonderful, please thank the girls in HR for me Natasha," I said with genuine gratitude, and added, "I am sad to be leaving you, Sarah, and the rest of the girls. Natasha, you have been so kind to me, and thought me so much!" "It was my pleasure, sweetie," she replied. (Oh, how I like it when she calls me "sweetie.")

"Shame you did not get to say goodbye to your victim though!" she continued, and then, after thinking about it for a second added, "Come to think of it, we do have a Zoom link between our penitentiary and the hospital, and there is a HD Camera on the walls of the room where he is staying. Would you like to check on him? Make sure he is alright?" We quickly set up the connection and entered the hospital personal room with our passcode.

Dr. Lindsey appeared on the screen. She was doing the rounds, and happened to be in that room at the moment. "Good morning Doctor," I greeted her politely, "I am the victim of last night incident. I am currently at the prison with Ms. Antonov, and we were wondering how the future inmate was doing," I said, trying not to reveal too much, as I was unsure of whether the conversation was private or not, and also how much Dr. Lindsey knew.

"Good morning to you, and hi Natasha! Gorgeous even in the morning, I see!" she quipped, "I was just about to visit him. Apparently his main problem is that he has been sexually stimulated without relief for quite a long time. From preliminary analysis last night, this must have been going on for about a month. Of course, our hospital cannot let people engage in obnoxious rituals such as masturbation, but we can test him, and monitor whether he is improving or not. Would you like to see how the procedure is performed?" "YES!" I screamed into the microphone laughing. Natasha was looking at me smiling and shaking her head, almost (but not quite) in disapproval.

Dr. Lindsey called in a young nurse, scantly clad, carrying a bottle of liquid and a cup with some blue pills in it. She ordered the boy to take the pills, (I wonder what they were for), and started slowly rubbing lube on his cock, while he was securely tied onto the bed. "She will monitor how long it takes for him to edge, that is, to come close to having an orgasm with his penis fully erected," she explained, "The more frustrated he is, the less time it takes to reach the edge. This way we can monitor his state."

She told us that last night it took between 20 to 30 seconds to reach an edge from a flaccid state, a very short time, even for a healthy young man. It was for this reason that he spent most of the night with unbearable pain in his testicles. The edging didn't help, of course, but the patients must be monitored, and they should be able to endure the extra discomfort that comes from a medical examination.

Maybe in the morning it would be different? It turned out that it wasn't. The nurse got the shortest reading ever! "I am puzzled by these results," said Dr. Lindsey, "In view of the severity of the case, I am going to instruct the nurse to perform a prostate massage and extract a portion of the semen, without triggering a full orgasm. Please nurse, go ahead."

For the next hour we witnessed a very instructive, and arousing, procedure. Towards the end, all we could hear was the boy crying, "Please, have mercy of me!!! Let me cum, I beg You!!! I can't take this anymore!!!" But honestly, I don't know what he was complaining about. The nurse had filled a whole cup with his sperm, so the pressure on his balls was surely going to subside, and so was the pain. I guess what he really wanted was, not just the absence of pain, but also the release from the frustration of not having had an orgasm in a long time. What an ungrateful pig! I am glad I put him in his place. In prison, he will have to learn to go without a proper orgasm for the rest of his life, and he will be grateful to the nurse that takes pity on him and releases some of the pressure!

After the procedure ended, I thanked Dr. Lindsey for her attention and we logged out of Zoom. I realized that it had been so fascinating watching this, that both Natasha and I had completely forgotten to masturbate! But time was going by quickly and it was almost time to say goodbye to Natasha.

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I spent a good half an hour trying the get my laptop connected to the prison WiFi in order to send the pdf file of my article to the editorial office. I knew the Editor in charge would be very pleased with what she sees. Performing such routine task momentarily diverted my thoughts away from sex, who had been at the center of my attention ever since I arrived at the prison.

But sooner than later, I looked back at the amazing experience I had in the last few days, how it changed me down to the depths of my soul, and I started feeling sad that it was coming to an end.

I wondered how miserable the ink-boy and the foot drier were right now, how desperate the boys in the virgin ward were, and how lovely it would be to be there to tease them and taunt them again. I wondered about Paul, wishing I could witness the look on his face when he is put into his flat inescapable chastity cage. I wished I could hear Natasha giving him "the fine print." (Does she do it with everyone?)

Intellectual honesty compelled me to admit that in the last few days I had discovered my true self. The shy girl working at a woman magazine had turned into a dominant, heartless woman, who's main fetish was to cause sexual frustration and anguish to young men. No other sexual activity was ever likely to give me a similar amount of pleasure, and I needed to accept this fact, forgive myself, and embrace my new life. However, this was going to be more of a challenge now that I was scheduled to leave the prison, as my work trip was coming to an end.

"I am sad to be leaving Natasha," I said meekly. "Don't be," she replied, "You are always welcome back anytime." We looked into each other's eyes, as she slowly started caressing my leg. I had discovered and embraced my new dominant self, but in her presence I was still feeling like a young trembling virgin, wanting nothing but approval from her master.

I briefly considered that it would be polite of me to go down on her and show her my appreciation, but, as I made the attempt, she held my head up, kissed me gently and said, "I'll take a rain check, sweetie. I want to have time to savor your body and your tongue without rushing it, and in a more romantic environment. We'll meet again, I am sure."

"And besides, I have prepared a small send-off party for you!" she said cheerfully, clapping her hands.

Shortly after, Sarah and Amy appeared, radiant as ever, each carrying a naked, chained, and collared inmate behind.

"Sarah and Amy will get these two boys ready for us, as I explain the rules of the game to you," said Natasha. The boys had just been showered, as I could see from the fact that their hair was still wet. They had been dried thoroughly, and now Sarah and Amy were applying some moisturizing cream on their bodies, making their muscles stand out and shine under the prison lights.

Natasha walked towards the wall and picked up two small tubes and two large strap-on dildos.

One of the dildos was just a regular strap-on, that could be used by anyone, while the other was clearly meant for a woman, since it had a smaller protrusion that was supposed to provide sexual stimulation to the wearer.

She gently inserted the tubes into the men urethrae, through their chastity device, checked that they were firmly secured, held the dildos up, and said, "This is a game we play when one of the girls leaves. I am going to give you all the advantages, since it's your first time, and I am quite fond of you, sweetie. You get to choose one of the inmates, and choose whether you want to peg him or have him fuck you with the strap-on. I will do the opposite with the other guy. After we both reach orgasm, we check which of the inmates has left more pre-cum into the tube. That decides the winner. There is no price, other than your orgasm and the joy of having brought even more misery upon them."

"What if one of them cums?" I asked. "Well, then you loose automatically, of course! And they are thoroughly punished for that! They know this. They have seen what happens to those who fail and will try really hard to avoid it, believe me."

I was thrilled! Both boys were looking at me with pleading looks, as if inviting me to pick them. They were both cute, one must have been in his late forties already, while the other was much younger. Both of medium build, but with good, well sculpted muscles. Clearly the training exercises enforced at the prison were working.

I really needed to feel a cock inside me that day, so that choice was clear, but who was going to be the lucky guy was still a matter of debate. I figured I would take my time and walked around them, driving them wild with the clicking of my shoes. I caressed their chest, smelled their hair, and inspected their chastity devices. I looked into their eyes, commanding them to remain silent as I was trying to decide whose eyes I wanted to be on me as a climaxed.

These are important details for a girl.

At the end, I went for the older one, since I thought it would be hot dominating a man twice my age. "I chose this one," I said, "And he will be fucking me with the strap-on." I saw the sight of relief on his face, while the other inmate hang down his head and started to snivel like a baby. "Very well," said Natasha, "It means that this boy is getting fucked in the ass by me then!" Sarah and Amy proceeded to fit the man I chose with his strap-on, while Natasha put hers on by herself.

"I am not wet enough, boy," I said to him as he was coming towards me, "You better get me ready down there first!" He dutifully obliged, wrapping his lips to my labia and letting his tongue roam on my clit. "Yet another technique!" I thought.

In the meantime, Natasha had already started pegging his victim. With the strap-on in place Natasha had turned into a maniacal beast. She asked Sarah and Amy to hold the boy down, while she inserted the huge dildo up his ass and started fucking him doggy-style with a fury and a rage that I had never seen before.

In the meantime, I was getting aroused physically, but still wasn't in the right head-space. After seeing an hour of prostate massage performed by another girl, I needed time to refocus on myself and my fetishes. So, I lifted my victim's face up to my level, looked again straight into his eyes and asked, "How long has it been since your last orgasm, pretty boy?"

He started sniveling and told me (as if I was going to help him!) that he arrived at the prison two and a half years ago and he hadn't had a single proper orgasm since then. He was having occasional nocturnal emissions, that left him even more frustrated, not to mention the punishment he received from the guards on those occasions.

Listening to him was even more arousing than having him servicing my pussy, so I started rubbing myself, in order for him to be able to continue to speak. "Tell me more, boy," I incited him, while rubbing my clit.

He told me how difficult the nights were, constantly being awaken by attempted erections, promptly quashed by his cage.

He told me how lonely and hopeless he felt during the day, but how, somehow, he also felt that if his misery was bringing some pleasure to the girls, his suffering was justified.

I laughed at him and said, "You fucking idiot! You know nobody gives a fuck about you here, right? You are just a tongue, an ass, a caged cock, to play with. The girls get they kicks somewhere else, as you would know, if you were not such a wimp!"

That did the trick! I started feeling my juices flowing down my tights! I laughed, and said to him, "But thanks for telling me anyway! Now you get to bring me to an orgasm with this huge dildo, while you cock is still aching in his cage!" I pulled the dildo inside me, wiped off his tears, and told him to start pumping.

I realized right away that this was going to be what I like to call a zen-orgasm. They are rare, but wonderful. They occur when I am feeling very good about myself, and I had plenty of sex beforehand, so I am not in a rush. Under these circumstances, I am able to consciously control my state of arousal, and even imagine myself anywhere I want, almost as in a lucid dream.

I closed my eyes and transported myself with my mind to an exotic resort, and imagined being fucked by a young, handsome, tanned lifeguard who was rubbing the tip of his cock on my G-spot, tending to all my sexual needs. The sea waves were breaking against the cliffs as the sun was setting. I was hearing the sound of the personnel of the resort working to prepare the evening meals, and the entertainment to follow, while the lifeguard was gently bringing me closer and closer to pure bliss.

An indeed, the victim I had chosen was being ever so gentle! It felt like we had a telepathic connection, since he knew exactly how I wanted him to take me, pumping slowly in and out, letting me savor the moment, letting the tip of the dildo rub against my G-spot, just as I my fantasy.

That was NOT how Natasha was feeling at the moment. I briefly turned to check how she was doing and I saw her, red in the face, pounding the poor boy, screaming, "I am going to destroy your ass, bitch!" Oh well, everybody is different, I guess. That explains why they were both so keen that I would pick them! But now I just wanted to concentrate on myself, so I left all these thoughts behind and got into the groove, my groove.

I just made myself more comfortable on the sofa and let the man and his magic dildo work on me. I wondered whether it would have felt the same with his real cock. Probably not, who cares anyway? In order to control the amount of stimulation he was giving me, he held my tights in his arms. A bold move for a sub, but I allowed it, as it was obvious that he was doing it with my best interest in mind.

"Tell me again how frustrated you are, boy." I whispered into his ears. (Calling a man, twice as old as you, "boy" is such an entitling privilege that many girls unfortunately never experience, but they should!) By now, our connection was seamless; he poured his soul out to me, without babbling or boring me, just telling me how hellish his existence is, but that he was going to give me the best orgasm he could in spite of all of that.

Oh, how I love these long pre-orgasmic moments that I can fully control! I closed my eyes and let him gently penetrate me, as my mind drifted again and I almost fell into a trance. I can only imagine how frustrating it must have been for him to see me in such a state of pure bliss, that was only a prelude to my orgasm, while he was suffering in chastity.

I woke up to the wonderful sensation of two tongues rubbing on my nipples. It was Amy and Sarah, who decided to join the action! What a wonderful thing womankind is! Unselfishly standing up for your sister's needs. Lovely!

Sarah and Amy were looking longingly into each other's eyes as they were sucking my nipples. I could catch a glimpse of Amy's eyes as she was doing it. Two precious emeralds, not to be found elsewhere in nature.

Their attention affected me at an even deeper level, but the effect that they had on the man (who was doing most of the job, let's face it) was even more interesting! Seeing that everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves, while he was getting more and more frustrated in his cock-cage, drove him to despair. Yet, in spite of all this, he kept performing his duty without failing, providing me with an amazing form of erotic stimulation, an almost physical wave of pleasure starting from my pussy and spreading through my whole body.

I was now seeing my orgasm shimmering at the horizon, a beautiful pearl I could grasp anytime I wanted, but that I was still holding at arm's length to extend the pleasure I was feeling. I looked up and saw that the man was now about to break down. So, I hissed into his ear, "Don't you fucking DARE start crying before I start cumming!" He nodded, and, amazingly, kept fucking me exactly as I wanted, in spite of all the emotional and physical hell I was putting him through.

"When you lie awake in bed at night, your balls aching, and you think you can't take it anymore, I want you to picture my face as I cum!" I whispered to him.

After a couple more minutes of heavenly bliss, I reached the point of no return, and yet, given the slow pace I had managed to keep so far, I still had full control on how this was going to end. I grabbed the man's head and commanded him, "I am cumming, boy, let it all out!" He started sobbing just as I was reaching my climax. It was like we were cumming together!

The heavenly bliss! "Yes, God, God, GOD, I AM CUMMING! Don't stop, boy!" I screamed! Now, for the last stretch, I needed a good pounding, never mind the zen shit. I needed the hardest, rawest fucking he could give me. Crying or not, he'd better give it to me, NOW! He got the message right away, and started pounding my pussy like a raging bull, grinding his teeth and wiping his tears until I was thoroughly sated. He then pulled out carefully, as I slowly started coming back to reality again.

Natasha had also just finished, her poor boy lying almost unconscious on the floor. I almost wished someone had recorded the two of us; out experiences must have been so different! Yet, we both were in the same place now, smiling at each other, looking into each other's eyes with gratitude and affection. The boys were nothing but a remote memory now.

"Well, what did you think?" asked Natasha. "It was wonderful! What a great send-off gift, thank you!" I replied, as my victim was wiping his tears and cleaning the strap-on with some wet wipe.

Natasha summoned my boy and removed the tube from his chastity cage. She put it in her mouth, licked it clean, handed it over to me and said, "Let's call is a tie, sweetie. It's not important who wins, as long as we cum and they don't! ah ah!" she laughed cruelly, "I want you to keep this as a souvenir of your visit to the prison."

"Thank you so much, Natasha," I replied, putting the tube inside my bra as my boy was watching.

I said goodbye to Sarah, Amy, and Natasha, put my stiletto pumps back on, and headed to my car.

THE END (?)