Carla enjoyed taking her time in the brief walk to the punishment room. She particularly relished the click clack of her high heels echoing off the corridor walls, and the attention of the prison guards never failed to accentuate her feminine charms. Carla had now been involved with this programme for the last three months. Her psychological studies had been used to good effect, and she had presented the Governor with a plan designed to bring the toughest and unmanageable prisoners into line.
What she actually did was a secret to all but herself, but the authorities had to admit that after 'treatment sessions' with her, even the most difficult of the male prisoners seemed subdued. Carla knew today would be no different.
She had received the call yesterday from the Governor, and had spent a refreshing lunch hour in his office being briefed on 'Paul', the prisoner she was due to see. The Governor was a man in his mid forties, public school educated and utterly charming. In her presence he squirmed and flustered, trying hard to hide the obvious effects that her long and nylon clad legs had on him.
Carla enjoyed this of course and played the game to the full. She imagined how he would have been at his public school. Starved of female company, it had left him a quivering wreck in the presence of a vamp such as Carla. On her last visit he had dropped his pen whilst serving her tea. As he bent to pick it up, Carla had chosen the moment to stretch out her legs just inches from him. She knew his discomfort, and relished the fact that he was seen to mop his brow with a handkerchief as she was leaving the room.
He stuttered and stammered through his briefing with her, and couldn't maintain eye contact for more than a few seconds at a time. Carla learned that Paul, the prisoner was three years through a five-year stretch. He was known to be aggressive at times, but his roguish charm and rugged good looks had not left him short of girlfriends.
To Paul they were playthings, and although they invariably fell in love with him, he discarded them once they showed any signs of being clingy. To Carla he was going to be the best challenge yet; a man whose spirit hadn't yet been broken and it was going to be she who did it.
As she approached the room, the guard opened the door for her. She passed through with a smile, and stopped to take in the scene. The room was warm well lit. It was the size of an average lounge, sound proofed, ventilated but with no outside windows. In the centre of the room was a large padded figure X, on its back. This was used to restrain the prisoners.
A remote control allowed the operator to raise or lower the X. Consequently it could be raised to table height or lowered to floor level. At present it was raised about one foot off the floor. Bound by his ankle and wrists to the X was Paul. He was stretched, naked, except for a courtesy thong which had been tied around his groin. Carla simply smiled and slowly walked all the way around him. She said nothing, and the intention was to intimidate her victim. His nakedness intensified by her strict and close fitting business suit, high heels and sheer seamed stockings.
She recalled her first visit to the room. Her 'patient' at that time had been a bank manager convicted of fraud. His arrogance had annoyed the prison authorities who believed he needed teaching a lesson. His ego wasn't matched by his physique that was rather puny. Naked and on his back Carla's presence had silenced him immediately. As she danced her fingers along his legs he had cracked immediately, utterly humiliated by this vampish woman, he had begged for release, offered to be her slave: anything.
It was not within the protocol to release prisoners without a guard present, but Carla knew a broken spirit when she met one. She had released him from his bonds, and enjoyed the remaining thirty minutes as he humiliated himself as her slave.
As she lay back in the soft leather chair provided, he had worshipped kissed and licked Carla's legs and feet as though he was one possessed. Although she found him physically repulsive, there was no denying what he could do with his tongue!
Determined not to let him see, she had in fact orgasmed twice during the session. When she had tired ohf him, she placed her stocking clad foot in the centre of his chest and pushed him away. He had immediately curled up on the floor, and served as a comfortable footrest for the remainder of the session.
Would Paul be different she wondered? His body certainly was! She knew that he was about 29, and had spent some time as a fire fighter. After his imprisonment he kept fit by working out everyday. He was evenly tanned, and his six pack rippled as he strained against his bonds to follow her around the room.
Eventually Carla sat down by his waist facing him. She had noticed him looking at her legs, and ensured that they remained in full view. She placed her fingers on the inside of his thigh and began talking to him in her deep and husky voice,
'So, you've been a naughty boy have you?' she asked rhetorically, whilst increasing the pressure with her hands.
Paul said nothing but struggled visibly against his restraints. He was used to controlling and dominating women, not the other way round, and even though he could feel himself becoming aroused, in these circumstances he would see it a as a sign of weakness.
Carla noticed the growing bulge beneath his thong. 'Well, well what have we here?' she asked trailing her fingers across his growing manhood, and undoing the bow that kept the thong on. For once in his life Paul was lost for words. Something deep inside of him reminded him of childhood. Guilty feelings that he had looking up his Aunties skirts or sneaking looks down the blouses of girls at his school raced through his mind
'Shall we get rid of this?' He heard her soft voice suggest, as he felt the thong being pulled away.
'My what a BIG BOY, and such a good boy I expect’ Carla’s fingers closed around his now bulging and throbbing shaft.
It felt so hot and hard in her cool hands. He was by her reckoning a genuinely big boy, and it was fun to play and tease with such a monster. She stopped briefly to take a sip of wine from a nearby glass. She smiled to herself as his cock continued to twitch in the absence of her touch.
'What am I to do with you?' she asked softly 'The Governor says that you have been a very naughty boy, and my job is to make sure that you behave yourself' she crossed her legs with a swish of nylon that brought a soft moan from his lips.
Carla smiled, a cruel sensuous sadistic smile, as she slowly traced her long tapered and freshly painted red nails up the underside of his shaft. She was an expert at her craft, and as her fingers reached his glans, she gently took him between her thumb and second finger. She gently rolled his foreskin forward and back over the glans, and judging when the moment was right, toyed with the tip with her forefinger.
Paul, like all the men that had gone before him simply couldn't stand it. Within seconds she had him moaning and gasping. She skilfully played his body like a musical instrument, taking him to the limit, promising release, hearing him beg, only to release her soft hold, and instead snake her fingers seductively around her wine glass to take a refreshing sip of Chardonnay.
Using her hands and alluring voice she brought him to the brink three times, only to frustrate him at the last minute, holding him firm until the moment had passed, thwarting any attempt at satisfaction from him. Each time she would make him hard again, and each time he seemed marginally bigger than the last.
'Well, are you learning your lesson?' 'Good boys always get a reward, but naughty boys don't. I wonder which you are?' she asked gently fixing his gaze with her smouldering eyes. She listened carefully for the response, knowing the paradox that she had put this strong and powerful man in. It came from his lips in a forced and reluctant whisper
'A good boy’ almost too soft for her to hear.
'I don't think Carla heard you' she replied forcing him into further humiliation by making him repeat himself louder.
'Oh God, please I'm a good boy, please, Oh God please' he begged.
'Now that's much better' replied Carla stroking his forehead, 'and now you can call me madam' she expected him to resist, but hid her surprise when he immediately responded with 'yes madam, anything you say madam, I promise I'll be good'.
Paul was aware of her moving, and heard the soft sound of nylon rasping against leather as she slipped off one of her shoes.
'You like my legs don't you?' she asked as she draped her stocking clad foot across his hungry mouth. He responded by kissing and licking her finely sculpted arch with relish. He was coming along nicely and it was all very predictable.
Sensing that he was now putty in her hands, Carla again began playing his huge manhood. Within seconds it was hot, hard and seemed ready to burst. Gently letting him go, she reminded him of how good he had been with his mouth,
