After the success of role playing an escaped convict my lover wanted to play prisoner to my warden. He had no clue as to what I had in store. He walked into the room slightly cocky as if I was going to let him dominate. I laughed softly and barked out, "Prisoner number 206 strip off your civilian clothes." He quickly removed his clothing. "Boxers too," I sharply said and I knew he was already excited by my manner. "Stand still prisoner," I said walking around him observing pinching his bottom when he jumped I shouted. "I said stand still," and slapped his butt hard, he remained perfectly still. "Now let's measure you for your uniform."
"What uniform?" he asked.
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?" I slapped his butt again and grabbed a tape measure I had put in the freezer. Laying it down his back writing down the measurements on a clipboard. I continued the normal measurements across the shoulders, neck, waist, leg length, he twitched when I took his inseam, the tape measure icy cold. I was wearing rubber gloves for insulation among other things.
"No," he meekly answered.
"That's no ma'am," I ordered. Wrapping the tape around his cock and sliding it down to the tip writing down the measurements. "Are you as hard as you're going to be?" I asked knowing the answer.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied and I pulled the tape measure out wrote down the number.
