His Prison Guard

I smiled through the small plexiglass window in the cell door watching him squirm and pull on his chains. No idea of his surroundings or where he was. No idea of what was to come.

This man used to tie me down, cuff my wrists and wrap me up tightly in rope while he fucked me senseless. I was his girl and he used me like it, but that was all in the past now. I smiled one more time as I slid the cover closed as it shut with a clang as I turned down the hall, my heels clicking as I made my way down cell row. He wasn't the only prisoner here I had others that needed to be rehabilitated. Besides, the poor boy paid to be put in here and I decided he needed to spend some more time in his straightjacket anyway. Goes to show you to be careful who you fuck over.

It all started about ten months ago, Micheal and I were having our six-month anniversary. I had gotten the day off from work to surprise him as I often worked five or six-day work weeks at the hospital not to mention getting called in when other nurses got sick which happened often. However, I still tried my best to be there for Micheal and spend quality time together as well as plan dates and outings, going out to eat, etc.

I had waited until he left for work, kissing him goodbye. I stripped out of my scrubs and made my way to the bedroom. Pulling the package from under the bed I opened it to reveal my latest bulk purchase from Etsy.

Micheal was very much into Bondage and over the past year had introduced me to it and opened me to new experiences in the bedroom. For our special night, I had purchased some new gear for him to find me in when he got home. I didn't love being the submissive in the relationship. I had always wanted to try the dominant role but Micheal never let me, since I loved him I complied and was often the one bound and gagged.

I put on my latex bra and panties I had ordered, tracing my hands over the smooth material, added onto by latex gloves that made their way up over my elbows. I gagged myself with a large red ball gag and pulled out the heavy leather cuffs from the box attaching them to both of my wrists and ankles securing each with a padlock. Placing all the keys on a ring I tied them with a string to the bedpost and laid on my stomach in the middle of the bed. I placed my hands behind my back and using two more padlocks locking my wrist cuffs to my ankles and securing me in a strict hogtie until Micheal decided to let me out, which from previous history would not only be after he fucked me but after his shower as well. I often lay bound on the bed covered in his cum while he rinsed off and only then was I released.

One night he came in my mouth, then promptly gagging me I was shoved into the closet. My hands were cuffed to the rack above my head and the door shut where I was left all night. Apparently, according to him, I needed some time in isolation due to my temper after my 12-hour shift.

I lay there for about three hours, rolling around and fighting my bonds while trying not to drool too much from behind my gag. I heard his car pull up into the driveway just after noon. Knowing he was only working a half day we would have all afternoon together. It took a while but after about ten minutes the bedroom door finally swung open and I looked up.

Micheal was naked, hands cuffed behind his back, and gagged with a ball gag just like mine only black. A leather collar padlocked around his neck was clipped into a leash. At the other end, a gorgeous woman stood in my bedroom. Her hair was jet black with bright green highlights outlining her dark makeup and eyeliner. Her tattoos all over her arms and legs stuck out from her crop top and fishnets. Her black combat boots gave her an ora of being in charge and she was certainly in charge of Micheal.

Micheal looked shocked to see me and I was to see him but Miss Dominant didn't even flinch.

"How cute Micheal your girl tried to hogtie herself for you as a little present. Too bad she won't be getting any attention tonight. You see little lady Micheal here likes his girls dominant. He wants to be taken charge of and forced to his knees, not whatever this pathetic attempt at tying yourself up this is."

She could see the confusion on my face as I wondered what she was talking about.

"Oh sweet thing you didn't know? Micheal has been cheating on you for the past two months with me, turns out you just can't give him what he wants anymore and he had to look for something better. We talked about it the other night and now seems like a good time as ever. He's breaking up with you".

I pulled on my restraints and shouted into my gag, what the fuck was she talking about there was no way this was true. It was no use within a minute or two I had tired myself out. She bent over the bed resting on her forearms as she pulled on Micheal's leash ordering her to fuck him.

For the next Twenty minutes, I was forced to watch as my boyfriend fucked this random girl with more adrenalin and perseverance than I had ever seen in my entire life. The whole time she smiled face to face with me. As he pulled out and came on her back she plopped a kiss on my gag, she stood up ordering Micheal to his knees and lick his cum off her back.

After they were done she dragged him out of the room and for the next hour I heard clambering and rustling from my kitchen and living room of the apartment. After that Miche came in, still wearing his collar but no longer gagged or handcuffed. He picked up the keys and tossed them on the end of the bed smiling at me.

"No hard feelings Hanna but she's just better and not a weak submissive like you, she knows how to take control. I'm glad I cheated or I never would have found her, she is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I took all my stuff and packed it in the car it wasn't much anyway. And no need to think about me ever again, I've already forgotten you.

With that, he closed the door and I heard the car pull off soon after as a sense of anger mixed with tears boiled in my blood.

After some wriggling around I managed to free myself, I spent the night crying by myself and throwing away anything that reminded me of him. Not to mention masturbating like crazy because I deserved a fucking orgasm.

The next few months were hard. I went on lots of first dates, hooked up with some new guys joined lots of kinky sites, and explored my dominant side a bit through a few guys I met at clubs. After a while and making some connections, I got hired at a local dungeon in town.

The gig was great, I ended up quitting nursing and doing that full-time. I could work when I wanted and the money was not bad at all. I got to fuck some hot guys and play with more bondage toys than I ever could have imagined. I had quite a few regular clients and lots of positive reviews, not to mention making friends with a few of the other Mistresses at the Dungeon.

I connected with a girl Lexi whom I would often dominate men with together. We would spend time after work getting drinks or going out to restaurants and clubs.

A few months later on a slow weekday with nothing happening and few clients booked. We were sitting in the lounge waiting for our next client to show up when she ran in and handed me her phone with an ad on our favorite booking site pulled up.

We had often done private bookings at clients' homes or helped out at other dungeons for those who were willing to drive to the town over, to get a little extra cash. On the site, she showed me an ad for a local Domme's for a new prison experiment.

It was an old prison just on the outskirts of town, I had driven past it a few times. It had been purchased and renovated and would become a dungeon geared specifically for those who had prison fantasies of being arrested and jailed. It looked interesting so I had her send me the link and when I got home I pulled it up.

They were looking for anyone who had experience in the BDSM world and they paid very well. It was a one-week trial. After your first week, you were free to sign up for more. Anyone participating of course but those also hired as guards were required to stay on site for the full week. The former guard quarters had been redone into living quarters for those working the prison. I read through the contract, it was the usual safewords, do's and don't, etc. However, when you applied the subject had to fill out a questionnaire, and then when hired you would be placed into a specific job based on how you answered those questions.

Curious and with business being slow I sent an email to my boss that I was taking a week off and filled out the survey. Adding photos from some of my sessions as well as my experience and interests. Happy with my submission I went to bed after a hot masturbation session.

In the morning I grabbed my phone and with foggy vision, I opened it to see I had a new email. I sprang from my bed, my vibrator clanging to the floor and falling from the sheets as I rushed to my computer opening the attachment.

"Congratulations Ms Hanna, you have been accepted to be a Domme at the Statham Reformatory. Due to your application, you are very well qualified and we would like to offer you the position of Head Mistress of the Heavy restraint and isolation units. If you wish to accept please have the items attached and arrive at the listed address by 1 pm".

I was very excited, The listed items to bring weren't much just some personal hygiene items for staying the whole week. I took a quick shower and hopped in my car. I didn't even need to punch in the address as I made the quick thirty-minute drive pulling down the large gravel driveway. Driving through the large Metal gates pulling up to the large structure. Its tall concrete walls stood tall with no color and the only windows were small and covered by iron bars. I parked and made my way up the front steps.

I was greeted by a tall woman, she wore a dark blue prison guard uniform with an orange belt and was accented by orange striping running from the leg of her pants and sleeves. High heel boots gave her a powering stance only accentuated by her belt and Guard hat sitting on her high ponytail. On her belt, she had multiple sets of cuffs, a muzzle gag, a taser, and a ring of keys. She was certainly ready for any unruly prisoners.

"Welcome Miss Hanna we are so glad to have you please follow me".

She led me inside, the white dazzle of light hitting my eyes as the inside was a wash of colorless walls. From the white ceiling to the floors only guards and prisoners would stick out and those incarcerated would certainly feel isolated and trapped from the outside world. She led me me to the dormitories where I was shown my accommodations and where to place my items. Laid out on my bed was my uniform.

"All guards receive the same uniform regardless of where they are stationed. Prisoners will be in uniforms color-coded to their level of care. White is for a one-night stay with only no restraints. Green is for cuffs and ankle restraints only and a three-day stay. Orange and white stripes are for a five-night stay and all use of any restraints. All orange uniforms represent our guests who are staying with us for an entire week, Guards are allowed to use any restraint available to them. These prisoners are also in need of correction and can be placed in isolation. Due to your experience, you will be in charge of these prisoners. Due to it being the first week you only have three but if you choose to stay and your prisoner numbers increase you will be assigned a guard to help you. Now get your uniform on, we have a lot to show you".

In the bathroom I slipped into my uniform, the sleek rubber pressing on my hips and breasts accentuating my body. After placing my boots and belt on I looked in the mirror. Running my hands up and down the uniform I admired myself. This was the Domme I had always dreamed about.

Exiting the lavatory I was complemented by a few other guards, many of whom I had met in previous work at dungeons so I was sure I would not have a hard time fitting in.

The Warden showed me the common area, cafeteria, and the cells for each inmate. All was still white as each cell was small and the iron bars padlocked shut keeping anyone inside for good. Multiple cells had restraint points placed throughout. Not to mention restraint points along the hallways and corridors for quick ease of restraining prisoners or putting those who decided not to listen on display. Passing through each corridor we entered the restraint room.

"Here are all the restraints you could ever need, feel free to use what you please to keep your prisoners in line. You have your cuffs, gag, and your taser if anyone is too unruly. Remember all these prisoners signed waivers and agreed to have everything here used on them including your stun gun. There is also a smaller restraint room right off the staff dormitory in case of a fight. However, I expect we won't need that with how often our inmates will be restrained".

We entered through a large metal door with a small clear window, The Warden handed me a card explaining this was the keycard I would be using as she handed it to me. This card could get me into any part of the building. It was to be kept in a special pouch on the inside of my suit under my breasts to keep it out of reach of the inmates.

Entering through the door I saw painted on the front in large black letters "Unit 5 Isolation and correction".

Walking in I saw the row of cells, About twenty-five feet long, both sides of the wall contained five cells. The back wall and a blank space next to the door had more restraints hanging for quick access. Hoods, cuffs, straight jackets, and gags were all within reach at a moment's notice to help keep prisoners in check.

To my right were cement cells with regular steel bars, and a metal shelf with a stainless steel toilet and sink were the only fixtures. Mounts to restrain inmates were all over the floors and walls as well as the ceiling.

"Prisoners here should be restrained 24/7 even while they sleep. How often is up to you as the head of this area".

I nodded in agreement looking to my left peering in the isolation cells. They had a thick steel door with a small plexiglass window. These cells had only a toilet and sink and padded floors and walls. Among the pads were even more rings to restrain inmates too. This cell had a female inmate already restrained.

"All prisoners are in their cells already. They have been processed and restrained by staff. All are in isolation cells to calm down a bit after their trips. Each is wearing a chastity belt with an inserted plug. Staff will retrieve them and give them their daily enemas, food, and drink, you are in charge of their rehabilitation. Leave the simple work to my other staff they will see to it that your prisoners are well-fed and strong in order to withstand your punishments.

They are locked in an orange straight jacket overtop of their prison uniform with straps locked through their crotch, around their arms, and chest. Their ankles are cuffed with a 3-foot chain and they are muzzle gagged under their isolation hoods. A posture collar is padlocked over that and for good measure each is chained to the wall of their cell only able to barely reach the toilet, assuming they have figured out where that is, and they only have to go number one. All have been cleaned out with an enema so they should be fine for the rest of the night. Each prison uniform as well as straight jacket has their prison number printed on it".

"You have one female prisoner as you just observed in this cell and two male prisoners in the next cells. Each cell has the Inmate's information on the board to the right of the door along with a questionnaire close to the one you filled out yourself. I recommend you read them thoroughly so you know exactly what to do to get their behavior corrected. Your female prisoner here has been sent by her Domme for some specific behavior correction. The other two seem to just be here to be bound but I suspect they need some behavior corrected as well or if not at least some good punishment".

With that the Warden left, leaving me alone in the hallway with only the faint sound of the rustling of chains heard behind the thick metal doors.

Walking down the hallway I grabbed the first two clipboards peering in the second cell to see the male prisoner restrained just like the first. However, stopping in front of the last cell I went to grab the clipboard when my eyes caught sight of the prisoner's name. Micheal James Octavian.

Could it be? The man who had broken my dreams, my heart, and me for another girl. He was now in this small cell in front of me. Opening the booklet I confirmed his birthday and peered into the cell. An orange prisoner lay on the floor cuffed and tightly bound in his restraints. It was really him.

He was chained to the wall and looked uncomfortable by the invader in his ass attached to his chastity belt, he never did like anything in there but now I guess he had no choice. The front of his isolation hood was soaked in drool as he tried to hump the padded floor for any relief. I smiled watching him wriggle and writh and be denied what he so craved.

The man who once used me as a toy, who never believed I had a dominant bone in my body, paid to be locked and restrained in this cell.

Once his prisoner every night he was now mine. I was already planning the week ahead, I think my ex was in need of some correction, some severe correction as he had a lot of nasty habits that needed to be broken. I mean I was his Prison Guard and he wasn't going anywhere for a whole week. He was my prisoner. With that, I shut the window and imagined what this week was about to hold in store.