Victoria arrives at the Visitor Center.

John’s path to the visitor’s center led him through several doors and unused hallways that had been off limits previously. They obviously weren’t used much, and the air had a musty quality to it.

His ankles were wobbling as he finally arrived at the visitor’s center, both from the long walk in the stilettos and from the constant vibrations from his chastity plate. He was panting with need, wanting to just orgasm so badly. The hormones he was being forcibly injected with were taking their toll, though, as his trapped member wasn’t straining against the chastity plate.

He leaned against the door labeled “Visitor’s center” with his head resting on his forearm, trying to clear his head. His manicured hand dropped to the front of his skirt slid up and down which earned him a punishment shock that snapped him out of his lust filled haze.

Standing upright, he hoped that whoever was on the other side of the door was there to get him out of this nightmare that he’d been trapped in for... he’d lost track of how long he’d been undergoing his conversion therapy. Hopefully, he’d be a free man shortly.

He pushed the bar on the door and opened it, the vibrator in his chastity plate springing to life again as he stepped through.

The visitor’s center was a large room, mostly deserted, with a few tables and chairs scattered throughout it. It was lit harshly by overhead fluorescent lights, making the stark white walls almost glow.

Sitting alone in the room was a tall man, talking in his cell phone. He had salt and pepper hair, combed in such a way that it screamed “politician” or “news anchor.” John came to a wobbly stop just inside the door, which swung closed behind him with a loud “clack,” drawing the man’s attention.

“I’ll have to call you back,” he said into the phone. “She’s here. And she is gorgeous!” He tapped his phone, ending the conversation and stood, smiling at John.

“Hello Victoria,” he said, walking over to John. John’s chastity plate surged with vibrations, causing John to gasp femininely. “I see your chastity plate is working just as it should. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Raymond Dixon, your future husband. But you may call me Ray, Sir, or any pet name you desire.”

He took John’s hand as the need to orgasm overtook John. His nipples were stiff, his breathing was rapid, and he stumbled into Raymond, who caught him and placed his large hand on John’s ass.

“I like my women kept on edge, Victoria,” he said to John, leering at him as he kneaded John’s ass. “You’ll soon learn that being a man’s wife is a good thing, something you need, and something that I will give you. Do you understand?”

John shook his head, “You don’t understand... I’m...” he let out a squeal as he was shocked by the plate.

“I asked you a question, Victoria,” Raymond said again, a tinge of menace gathering in his voice.

“I’m a....” John squealed again as a strong shock zapped his imprisoned manhood.

“One more time, Victoria. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” John said weakly, only to receive another severe shock, dropping him to his knees.

“That’s, ‘Yes, Sir,’ Victoria. Understood?”

Panting, John looked at the floor, knowing that, for now, it was best to ride this nightmare scene out. He nodded. “Yes, Sir,” he said softly.

“Good girl,” Raymond said. “Now, here is your reward.”

John looked up and was staring directly at Raymond’s cock. He started to back away when his plate began to vibrate in earnest, causing John to gasp. Without hesitation, Raymond grabbed the back of John’s head and shoved his cock into John’s open mouth.

John wanted to bite down, to do something to stop this guy from pumping his cock relentlessly into his mouth, forcing him to give Raymond a blow job. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to resist. And he knew the conditioning of the prison was taking hold.

Raymond **** him to take long, deep, mouthfuls of the cock, enjoying the feeling of John’s soft mouth blowing him. And all the while the chastity plate kept John on edge, so near an orgasm, but not quite getting there.

Just like on the training dummies, John could feel Raymond tense and knew he was about to cum in his mouth. Raymond did just that, and without hesitation, as had been drilled into him, John swallowed. Raymond slowly pulled out of John’s mouth and zipped up his pants.

“We will be doing a lot of that in the future Victoria. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” John said meekly, feeling very small, very trapped, and very broken just then.

Raymond pulled John to his feet and dragged him over to the table where he had been sitting. He made John sit on his lap as Raymond undid a few buttons on John’s blouse, pushing aside his bra, and pinching and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. John gasped and squirmed.

“You see, Victoria, this prison is my idea. And it would only make sense for me to marry a woman who had been through the system.”

John was only half listening. Between the vibrator in his crotch and the pleasure/pain from having his nipple played with, he was practically swooning.

“And you? You’re going to be the perfect trophy wife. Obedient gorgeous, feminine.... Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Sir,” John softly said, his senses on overload, as he was so very close to an orgasm.

Raymond never stopped teasing John’s nipple as he began to kiss his neck. He slowly moved upward, and began kissing John’s cheek, moving closer to John’s mouth.

“You’ll look sexy with a posture collar around that neck and a ball gag in your mouth, begging to be spanked” he whispered to John.

John snapped out of his lusty gaze and stared wide eyed at Raymond. Raymond wanted to do what to him?

What was he doing? He struggled and pushed away from Raymond, standing and teetering on his heels. He grabbed his partially open blouse, pulling it closed. He stared at Raymond for a second or two, then turned and minced as quickly as he could back through the door to the prison.

Raymond laughed as he watched his fiancé’s lovely ass wiggle as she minced out of the room. She wasn’t quite ready yet, he knew, but with enough time in the prison, she would be his.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. When the person on the other end answered, Raymond said, “This is Raymond Dixon. Victoria is well on her way. I want her to have implants scheduled as soon as possible. I want her corseted as much as possible to really have her develop that ‘pin up’ kind of figure.

“Also, I want her on accelerated anal sex training. Let’s see if we can make her into an anal slut. And....” he paused for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to phrase his next request. “I want her to need BDSM in her life. I want to instill in her that she is my **** girl. I want her to realize I am her Master to be obeyed. Ratchet up her craving for leather, bondage, spankings, latex... anything kinky. Understood?”

After getting confirmation that these things would be carried out, Raymond hung up the phone and smiled. Victoria would soon be everything he dreamed of in a woman. She’d have **** but to be.