My Ex - My Prisoner Pt 5
Sorry for the long delay for this chapter, it got written and torn up several times, before evolving into a chapter so long it had to be cut in half. That half is now the next and final chapter, and just needs some editing and proof reading. It should be posted soon.
It is strongly recommended to read this story from the beginning to understand the flow, references, changing relationships, and nuances.
For those that choose not to do so, or have forgotten how my ex and I got here, a brief synopsis. My wife had turned into a lying, scheming, cheating shrew and I divorced her. I moved on with my life, rediscovering a happy bachelor life. I didn't hear anything from my ex for years, until I got a call from state corrections asking if I would be interested in turning my house into a private prison for my ex, who was in prison for stealing from her employer. The State was trying an experiment to reduce overcrowding, by outplacing non-violent offenders. My "Hell NO!" changed into maybe when a lawyer friend, Fred, wrote an amendment to the State contract making my ex essentially my sex slave, along with a promise from Corrections that if it didn't work out, they would pick her back up in less than two hours. The ex agreed, afraid the bull in her cell, that corrections had put there trying to get my ex to behave, was going to kill her. The previous chapter ended up with a sex party at which my ex aka slut, was a full and willing participant. We now resume my story.
Somehow the party completed the conversion of my Ex, aka slut to the perfect Stepford Wife. My morning wakeup cock sucking or rimming was done with great enthusiasm. There was no sign of attitude regardless of what I asked her to do, or how I used her. Her gardening was clearly her favorite activity, and the area looked incredible. However, sucking me and nursing on my cock seems to have passed playing video games as her second favorite activity. Slut actually asked permission to suck me more often than I initiated the act. She reminded me every day when it was time for her daily spanking. Every day I turned her ass a deep burgundy, and every day she responded like it was something that she looked forward to.
I never had a complaint about her cleaning or other duties. At one point it had been weeks since I had disciplined her for anything. Suddenly there were almost daily errors, hair in the shower drain, the kitchen floor not spotless, etc. At first, I was afraid that she was regressing, but as I went to discipline her for an error, I got the gleam in her eye and realized that she wanted me to discipline her, it was something that she craved, for among other reasons to prove that I still cared. I confronted her and slut admitted that was what she was doing. I started in again with the clamps, bed restraints, whipping, bondage, etc, on a random schedule. Working to give her what she craved, but with an unpredictably that seemed to help fulfill her need. Occasionally I would have Fred do a scene with her when he slut sat for me. Trish was always happy to come over and enjoy topping slut, though I had to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't go too far.
The exercise regime set up by Corrections for slut had remarkable results. She had lost all the weight she had gained, and firmed up her entire body, most noticeable in her abs and butt, but even her face had changed remarkably, the chubby cheeks were gone, and her cheekbones once again gave shape to her face. The legs in the heels looked fabulous. With all the sun that she got in the garden she frankly looked amazing. I dug out an old picture of when we were dating and frankly, now she looked even better.
Early one Monday I got a call from my contact at Corrections. He informed me that under State law, slut was due for a parole hearing. I relayed slut's fear that if she was released, she would return to her old ways and wind up back in prison, and as a repeat offender for a very long time. He replied, "She can tell that to the Judge, and if you can swear to that, you can affirm that as her fear. I will tell you that the judges have been very reluctant to not grant parole for inmates with a clean record like your charge."
I asked, "If she is paroled, then what, she is free?
He explained, no they go to a halfway house to transition from prison life to civilian freedom. At some point the goal is that they find a job while still staying at the halfway house. They must check back into the house every evening and stay until they leave for work the next day."
An idea suddenly struck me, I asked, "what are the requirements for a halfway house?"
He replied, "It must have certain security features, camera monitoring and 24/7 trained staff. Why?"
I started to outline my thoughts. "What about a house that has all the security features of a prison, and is overseen by someone certified and experienced as a jailor?"
He quickly understood where I was going, "I will check into it. You are already a successful test case for the civilian incarceration program, and frankly with the way the judges are granting parole right now our halfway houses are pretty full."
I decided not to say anything to slut, until I knew more. I gave Fred a quick call and asked if he knew of any job openings that slut might qualify for. He made several inappropriate suggestions before getting serious. His receptionist was going on maternity leave in a few weeks, and he didn't really expect her to return for at least a year, and quite likely never. I had to end the call early, because slut came in from the garden to suck my cock before she fixed lunch. It had become her habit and one that I really couldn't object to. Besides her expert cock sucking ability, with the feel of her sucking, her tongue, and her throat, every time I looked down, I saw those eyes filled with adoration staring back at me. She had become an expert at keeping me on edge until I was either at a stopping point with my work or I decided it was time for her to go fix lunch. A simple nod of my head and she had me cumming down her throat and filling her mouth in about a minute.
I couple days later I got an email from my contact. He listed several things that would be required before I could be approved as a halfway house. First, the house would have to be inspected for code compliance as well as security measures. Second, I would have to complete a short course, available on-line, that was probably redundant for the training I had already completed but was required for my personal certification. Third, I would have to hire an approved counselor to work with slut through the transition with weekly sessions. Finally, I had to find local businesses that might offer a training job for slut.
He also informed me that slut was due for her annual physical and asked if I wanted to have it done at the same facility as last time. Corrections has a facility where prisoners incarcerated outside the prison can be dropped off for a short stay to give their keepers a break or meet short term commitments where they need the prisoner cared for elsewhere. I had done it once for a fishing trip with Fred and Trish. Slut hated it, but otherwise it worked very well.
He didn't think there were any major issues with the list. The inspection didn't sound like an issue, though the code authority sometimes surprises you with little things in the code that you don't think of. He sent a separate list of the registered counselors in the area. One name immediately came to my attention, Janice. We had dated for a time after slut was kicked out and had separated amicably, though reluctantly on my part.
I sent a message back to my contact asking him to schedule the inspection and to schedule slut at their facility for three days around the inspection date. I also sent a message to Janice, the registered counselor I recognized from the list. I explained how I had come to be slut's jailor and the plans for her to stay here, making it clear that would be slut's desire. I asked if she would be willing to be the hired counselor working transition with slut. Finally, I signed up for the on-line housekeeper's course. It sounded like everything was falling into place, if the judge agreed, and the code people didn't find something expensive in the house requiring work.
