Background: It all happened quickly. I was cruising along at 55 mph. Suddenly a 15-mph speed limit sign popped up. A cop car was sitting beside it. I couldn't slow down fast enough. The female cop pulled me over. She said I was way over the speed limit. I couldn't argue that. She said to follow her to the courthouse. I complied.
The judge wasn't too pleased with my actions. She sentenced me to seven days in jail. The bailiff led me to the jail. I switched into an orange jumpsuit. That brings us to the present moment.
A female sheriff stops in. She asks, "Do you want to be on work-release, rather than sitting in this jail for the next seven days."
"That sounds good to me," I replied.
"Good to hear that," she stated. "Now we already have someone who needs you to help them. You'll be staying with them. However, a condition of a work release is that you must wear a collar. Are you okay with that?"
"I guess so," I answered hesitantly.
"So, I'm going to put it on you," she says. With that, she steps around my back and places the collar on me. I hear a lock being clicked.
"Now let's make sure that it works," she says. (What do you mean works?) I see her tap a button on a remote. I feel a mild buzzing around my neck.
"That's a one. It gives an indication that you are doing something wrong," she states. "Let me show you a two." The buzzing grows intense, bordering on pain. I grab at the collar, trying to ease the sensation. "That won't work," she smiles. "And for your information, the setting goes up to ten. The person you are working for will have this remote to keep you in-line. Are you ready?"
"Yes," I moan.
"Let's get going," she says. She leads me to a car and has me get in the back. There's a partition between the seats. I couldn't do anything to her, even if I did not have the collar on.
She starts the car. We drive for twenty minutes and arrive at a house isolated on a farm in the country.
"Get out," she commands. "We're here." She leads me to the front door and rings the doorbell. In a minute, a blonde female answers the door.
"Hi, Jennifer. This is your work-release prisoner," she states.
"Thank you, Anne. We've been needing one," Jennifer answers. (So, the sheriff's name is Anne.) "Let me get the other two owners."
Jennifer departs and returns with a brunette and a redhead. "Anne, you remember Jill and Jane?" Jennifer asks.
"Yes, I do. Good to see you Jill and Jane," Anne answers. "Oh, I haven't introduced you to your helper. This is 069, his prisoner id."
I say "Hello" to the three females as they look at me in anticipation. I feel a one in my neck.
"069, do not speak, unless spoken to," Anne states.
"And here are the remote devices. There are three, so you each can be in control. Remember to start with one. If he is unresponsive, then increase to two. Most of the time, you don't need to go beyond that," Anne explains.
"I'm going to leave other devices that you can use on more sensitive parts of his body, in case you need them for any reason," Anne continues. "Are there any questions so far?"
Jennifer, "I don't have any. Do you Jill or Jane?"
"Nope," Jill replies. "No," Jane says.
Anne says, "069 needs to be inspected every day to ensure that he is not carrying any contraband. Let me show you how to do this."
"OK, 069, please remove your jumpsuit and underwear," Anne commands. I hesitate. Then I feel a one in my collar. I quickly remove everything. I cover my private parts with my hands. "No, 069, raise your hands straight out from your sides," Anne instructs as I feel a two. I put my hands out.
Anne steps up and starts running her hands down my sides. "You would think that someone naked could not being carrying anything. However, it's always possible that it has been attached to his skin with something flesh colored. That's why you need to check thoroughly. You check the sides, then the front and the back. You want to try?"
Jennifer moves up and runs her hands around my front. She focuses on my nipples.
"Good move, Jennifer," Anne comments. "That's a common place where they try to hide something. Let me show you the second part. 069, get up on the table. Raise your legs up and grasp your ankles with your hands."
I hesitate for a moment until I feel a one in my neck. I climb up and assume the commanded position. (I feel intensely vulnerable. Maybe I should have opted for jail.)
Anne puts on a glove and examines my cock and balls. "There are a lot of cracks and crevices where things can be hidden. Jill, do you want to check it out?"
Jill responds, "Certainly." She steps up, puts on a glove, and mimics Anne's movements. (I can't believe this is starting to turn me on.)
"Now, there's one more place to examine," Anne states as she sprays some lubricant on her glove. She inserts a finger into my rear and moves it around to detect anything that might be hidden in there. "Jane, do you want to try?"
Jane puts on a glove and squirts some lube on it. She sticks her finger in me and begins her examination.
"I think I've found something a little hard," she says.
"Let me check it out," Anne says as she moves her finger in me as well. "Nope, that's just his prostate. See what happens if you rub it."