Lucy’s life in prison

Alex headed directly to the “jail” portion of the clubhouse. It was a concrete-walled room in the basement, deliberately left unfinished to match the theme. The cinderblock walls were painted white, and so were the bars of the three cells. Each cell was a bit bigger than a real jail cell, to ensure there was space to carry out whatever mischievous prisoner maltreatment someone might choose to undertake. It was still early in the evening so only one inmate was currently imprisoned.

Alex walked up to the cell door, made of floor-to-ceiling iron bars and a hefty frame. It certainly gave off an impression of being totally impenetrable and inescapable! Inside lay a metal bed with a black latex-covered mattress and pillow, and a stainless steel table next to the bed had a variety of gags, blindfolds, dildos, and cuffs arrayed on the surface, as well as what seemed to be an arm binder and straitjacket folded up neatly. The intent was clear: whomever came into this cell would have a variety of tools for dealing with its inmate in whatever way they pleased.

On the bed lay Lucy, every single part of her covered in black latex. Even her eyes and mouth were hidden behind a latex gag and blindfold. Her limbs were cuffed to the four corners of the bed in a spread-eagle position, her head resting on the latex pillow. Two thigh cuffs **** her legs open. The catsuit she wore didn’t even have a crotch zipper, but a built-in condom. A tube came out of the gag and ended in a bulb for further inflating what almost certainly was a penis gag filling her mouth.

Alex and Lucy had played before a number of times, but it had been a couple of months since their last session together. He figured she wouldn’t realize it was him until he spoke out loud, perhaps assuming it was one of her more recent partners come to deliver the Mistress’s judgement.

At the sound of the squeaky cell door hinges Lucy lifted her head up in an instinctual but utterly useless attempt to see who had entered. Alex walked around the bed, drinking in the erotic sight of Lucy fully dressed as a rubber fuckdoll.

Without saying a word, he lay both hands on Lucy’s breasts and began to knead them, gently alerting Lucy to the very definite nature of his intentions. She gave a very unambiguous moan of pleasure and surprise at the gentle molestation. Unintelligible noises, almost certainly questions, tried to work their way around the gag, but Alex didn’t pay them any heed. The cut of her catsuit included cups that perfectly accommodated her breasts, and it was a particularly thin latex as well for maximum sensation. Alex took full advantage, massaging and teasing her nipples.

Finally Alex spoke: “Got yourself in trouble with your bratting again I see. Been too long since I got to properly ravish you, hasn’t it Lucy?”

“Mmmm!! MmmmMh?”

“Yup, it’s your good mate Alex, but not here to rescue you!”