Female Prison Officer/male prisoner -

I started the scenario on Friday night, so we had all weekend. I was the prison guard of a strict, hard labour prison.

Firstly I was to play the role of High Court Judge and sentence my male creature. I have a small cage in my boudoir in which my partner was cuffed and locked while I got myself ready. I dressed in a formal suit and arranged the room to resemble a court, unlocked the cage and instructerd my slave to crawl in and kneel before me while I read out the charges. He, of course, pleaded guilty to being a lazy male and I sentenced him to two days of hard labour. He was then escorted back to the cage while I changed into my prison guard outfit of leather jacket, leather shorts, boots and a military cap.

I started with a prison induction. I released my slave from the cage and ordered him to strip, I then escorted him to the bathroom and instructed him to take a cold shower and thoroughly wash himself with a block of soap while I watched to make sure he hadn't missed any part and then orderd him to shave himself. Shivering, bald and cold I made him stand to attention while I tattoed (in marker pen)e a number on his forhead, attached a ball and chain to his left leg and locked the cuff with a padlock to prevent removal. I had designed the chain to be just the right length for him to carry and the ball heavy enough to be an annoying weight without being too heavy to hold. Then I photographed him in the traditional way.

While standing to attention I shouted at him "I am Officer Sadie, they call me 'The Bitch' ....you will be finding out why" then I instructed him on the prison rules to which he was to adhere.

Prisoner's Obligations

1. The prisoner is obliged to obey any command given by the Lady Guard.
2. The prisoner is obliged to stand or kneel at attention in his cell facing the wall, unless commanded otherwise.
3. The prisoner is forbidden to speak, unless invited by the Lady Guard.
4. The prisoner is obliged to address the Lady Guard using the title "Mam".
5. The prisoner is obliged to greet the Lady Guard by kissing her shoes.
6. The prisoner is obliged to thank the Lady Guard for any reward or correction by kissing her shoes (automatically) or her hand in a glove (if stretched out to him).
7. The prisoner is obliged to count blows and give thanks for each of them.
8. The prisoner is obliged to eat any food given to him.

When I had read him the rules I barked at him, "You will do whatever I say, when I say so, or you will be severely punished and your sentence will be extended. Any questions?"
He nodded 'No' in silence.
I took my crop and I struck him hard across the backside. He cried out.

I beckoned him to follow me, and I lead him to the cells in my attic, I locked him in threw him a blanket, which was his only protection from lying on the floor boards and the only means of warmth, and shouted at him "The blanket is a privilege, do you understand?" he nodded "any breach of the rules and I will remove it from you, now kneel facing the wall until I tell you otherwise", he followed my orders and I left the room, switching the lights off so he was in total pitch darkness.

I had seen a programme on life in a Victorian prison and I was going to recreate this for my slave, the prison regime was based on monotony, repetition and physical exhaustion. I removed all the clocks from the house so he would lose track of any time. Then I prepared him his first prison meal, each meal for the entire scene was to be identical, a bowl of insipid vegetable soup and a piece of dry sliced bread.

I then took him his dinner, he was still kneeling in the corner of his cell as I entered. I instructed him to eat, you should have seen the look on his face when he realised what he was to eat! He hates vegtables and had no idea that this was the first of of six identical meals. I watched him as he ate, then gave him a bucket for calls of nature, "Get plenty of sleep, worm. You are going to need it". As I left the room I turned the light off and locked the door.

The next morning, I got up and dressed again in my guard outfit. I ate my breakfast and I took his bread and soup up to his cell. I then escorted him to the bathroom. I stood there and I watched him the whole time as he relieved himself and showered, again I had not permitted him hot water.

"OK, worm - to the tread mill"

In Victorian times prisons had a tread mill, a large wooden wheel with steps on the outside that prisoners were made to climb making the wheel turn, similar to a large hampster wheel. They were forced to remain on the wheel for hours on end, the idea was to physically exhaust them so they would be easier to handle.

I don't have such a wheel but I do have an electric running machine. I instructed my slave onto the machine and set the incline to level 5, a steepish hill, and then set the speed to a fast walk.

I gave his backside a couple of hard blows with my crop. "Now get to walking!"

It was great. I relaxed and watched some television and read the book I had been trying to finish for months. Every twenty minutes or so I would return to make sure he was still walking and not overly exhausted and I whipped his backside each time. I left him on the tread mill for about 2 1/2 hours, by which time he was showing signs of exhaustion and covered in sweat, I intructed him to shower again in cold water and placed him back in his cell for his lunch.

"OK worm that's enough rest, back to work"
"You are to clean the kitchen floor, now fetch a small brush and bowl of water. When you have finished you will start again" I live in an old farmhouse and the kitchen is a large room with a traditional flagstone floor, this wasn't going to be a quick job. I reclined on an easy chair that lies against one of the walls, put my feet up and continued my book, while keeping an eye on how the work was going. Periodically I would get up to inspect the work and give him a few whacks. As promised I made him clean it twice, I guess it must have taken him a couple of hours, which is a long time on your knees with a tiny brush!

After the scrubbing I gave him another hour on the tread mill before sending him back to his cells for dinner, "now kneel in the corner until I fetch you, when I come back I will give you a goodnight caning, 24 hard strokes, 12 on the thighs, 12 on you backside" I left him to contemplate his fate, then when I was ready to go to bed I dragged him out of his cells to fulfil my promise.

He was stiff and sore and he just wanted to sleep. I wasn't about to allow him to sleep yet, however. I was very aroused by dominating him like this.

I dragged him out of his cell made him kneel and watch as I undressed, "now worship my body with your tongue". I told him that was one of the fringe benefits of being a guard. I made him start at my feet and he had to tongue my body all over. I made him kiss and lick every square inch of me. He was tired as a result of the day's exertions and didn't even have much of an erection as he was doing it, which only added to my arousal and enjoyment. After I was satisfied, I sent him back to his cells, still sporting a small erection and frustrated, I fastened his hands to the wall preventing him touching his cock, I then masturbated him to almost the point of orgasm and then leaving his hands still fastened left him, locking the door behind me. I figured he was so tired and exhusted he would sleep even with his hands restrained, I was right. The next day, Sunday, was deliberately identical, I repeated our morning ritual of washing, treadmill then in the afternoon I had dreamt up a new torment. The builders had delivered some gravel the previous week, I took him to the pile and ordered him to move it from where it was, over a low hill and make a new pile, he duly barrowed it over the hill as instrucrted, I watched from the window occasionally going out into the rain to shout a few orders at him, "hurry up", "don't dawdle" and give him a whack. Once he had moved the pile, I guess about five tons, he looked relieved that the task was over, so I ordered him to return the gravel to its original position.

His will was now completly broken, I definitely felt the power exchange which is a great arousal. I gave him his last supper of vegetable soup and took him into my office.

"Prisoner, your sentence is almost complete, before I release you though, you have to receive the traditional prisoner send off. Do you know what that is?"
He nodded No.
"Before I release you I want to ensure that you stay on the straight and narrow. I am going to administer a servere caning" "Ok prisoner. You may collect your clothes in that bin bag on the chair, you'd better remember who's in charge. If I need to sentence you again be assured next time it will be harder"

He kissed my feet and thanked me for his correction.