Rehab: Chapter 3: 7x24 bondage

Rehab

Chapter 3: 7x24 bondage

Time passed. What an awful sentence. But there I sat, getting more and more stiff and frustrated. Despite the door and the stone walls, I could hear a bit from the floor. Guards walking past. Grunts and thuds from other cells. Some female laughter.

I heard the door lock rattle. There was no way an hour could have passed. The door opened and a guard stepped in. She was younger, one of the four that had secured me in the chair. She approached, with what would have looked like a sympathetic expression except I wasn’t ready to believe that. I tried to look normal, but I could hardly move my head at all.

“Poor dear. You really did just get here didn’t you?” She walked around behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. “I looked up your record. It is clean, so the wonder is why you got sent to the six twelve. That’s level six. You’re in the twelfth section on level six.”

She walked around in front of me, trailing a hand across my chest. She was young, curvy, blond hair tucked up under her cap. She looked very cute in her blue guard uniform, tight blouse bulging at her breasts, legs with just the flesh on them to make them curve attractively. I did like it that prison guards on this level all seemed to wear shorts.

She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. “I’m going to take your head bondage off. Make much noise and it goes back on double tight. Got it.” I tried to nod. She began taking off the straps and in a minute I could move my head.

“Go ahead, talk, ask questions. Just keep it low.”

“Thank you. What should I call you, mistress? Ma’am?”

“Guards are called mistress or sir, believe it or not. The lieutenant is called Ma’am. We can call her boss, but you shouldn’t try that.”

“What is level six all about?”

“Bondage. Bondage 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Hard bondage, light bondage. You’ll never be totally free of restraints here.”

“So that explains it,” I said before I realized that this might not be the way I should talk. I looked anxiously at her.

“Explain yourself.”

So I told her about the collector and her comment about putting me down for lots of bondage. I also hinted that I liked bondage but not this sort I was in now.

The guard brightened up as I spoke. What devilment was she planning?

“Oh, you will have some fun here, now that we know you will cooperate. Even the lieutenant, she’ll lighten up. Would you like to have some fun now?”

And what was I to say? No? Depends? “Yes,” I just took the risk.

“I can’t let you out of the chair, not for this hour. You’re right this is a punishment bondage. There are worse, so don’t get cocky. But here is what we can do.”

She stepped back and began unbuckling her belt. She let her shorts drop to the ground and stepped out of them. She had the smoothest legs all the way up to her little navy blue panties. Touching her panties she stepped closer to me, till, inches away, I could feel her warmth and her scent. I gazed at her crotch.

“Look at me.” I raised my eyes to her face, and she stepped in closer till my chin was resting on her panty-clad pussy. She had been straddling my legs and the chair. She raised first one leg then the other and rested them on the side rails of the chair. Kneeling a bit lower she started pushing her pussy into my face. “Rub me.”

I began using my nose to search for her clit and massage it. After a second, she broke away. Had I done something wrong?

She stripped off her panties. “What the fuck,” she said and came back at me. Once she was back in position I began working my tongue seriously. Here, I am, I tried to say. Just Joe Oral, eager to please. Let me at your pussy. As I dug in, she began to move, rubbing, grinding on my face. It wasn’t that long till I could feel her muscles tense up and she began to moan softly. I kept shoveling away, all stiff muscles forgotten. In a minute she climaxed and stumbled off the chair.

She took a bit to get under control. “Gack, I hate being quiet for that, I’m a screamer. Shit.” She breathed, her chest heaving.

“Tell me I’ll get to do that when you’re naked.” I smiled.

She laughed and began getting dressed again. “You don’t know it, but the lieutenant just became your friend.” She smoothed her clothes. “OK, when we come back in that never happened, right.”

“Only if you promise to tie me up and abuse me again.”

“And again and again.” She put the head bondage back on, but not quite so tight. She carefully turned the door lock with her key and slipped out.

The remaining part of the hour passed more easily with me in a better mood. I did love bondage, and maybe this would be the place for it.

Eventually the door opened and two guards came in, my new blond friend and a taller, leaner one that could have been her older sister. She was carrying a set of metal restraints. Working efficiently they undid my bondage, ordered me to stand, helping me up as I was unsteady. They put a chain around my waist and cuffed my hands in front to it. Then they set me free of the foot stock. Once free they put me in leg irons with a chain running up to my waist chain. I’ve been in this before, but these were really heavy dungeon gear: thick leg irons, a heavy chain. First class stuff. One of my favorite positions.

Holding on to each arm, they walked me out of the cell. We turned left, walking away from the office entrance. Going down the hallway I didn’t hear much. My cock was hard again, but I didn’t think I should push my luck by saying anything. Alone in my cell I could take care of things, or so I hoped.

A few cells down they stopped in front of one on the right. They opened the door and pushed me in. It was a cell. Maybe eight feet deep and six or seven wide. There was no window and no bed, but the floor had some padding on it, like a wrestling mat.

“Don’t go away,” the tall one said and locked the door. I sat down on the mat and just tried to relax, flexing what little bit I could do. Love to reach my cock, but the wrist chain didn’t allow that. It must have been fifteen minutes or so when the door opened and another pair of guards came in.

“Bondage change,” one called, “don’t move or it is the punishment type for you.” I didn’t move. The chains came off. Hands went behind the back, cuffed with two pairs of handcuffs. That’s actually less painful than one, spreads the stress around. A spreader bar between my ankles spared them and a neck chain on a foot leash would keep me near the wall it was chained to. Did I mention that each of the four corners of the cell had a ring attached to the wall? And there were more rings along the mid points of the longer walls.

Secured this way, I was left alone. Time passed. Another bad sentence but what can you say? Behind the back made such lovely pressure of my arms against my back, but not a position you can hold for a long time. After maybe twenty or twenty five minutes another pair of guards came in and announced as before, “bondage change” and added the warning about not moving or getting the punishment version. But what if you want the punishment version? I didn’t dare ask, but I had a feeling that sometime I would.

This time they laid me down on my back on the floor and did me in a loose spread-eagle. After a time in that they came in again and rolled me over on my stomach. Pulled my legs apart, but cuffed my hands together and chained them out to a ring in the wall ahead of me so I was lying down, legs apart, hands together in front of me. Just enough slack that I could raise up on my elbows. Oh, and enough to rub my cock on the mat. I had gotten going on this and was thinking I might be able to relive my growing frustration when the door opened yet one more time.

No friendly message this time, instead it was: “We’re going to put you in one of the less severe punishment restraints, just so you know not to misbehave.” Less severe? Well. There were rings half way up the back walls. On my back, legs in the air I went. Each ankle was chained and the leads snuggled up to those rings, each about three or four feet in the air. My legs were spread wide, my ass near the base of the wall. The left arm went across my body and the lead attached to the ring on the base of the wall on the right. The right arm did the opposite so my arms were crossed in front. A chain of much smaller size was looped around the base of my cock and the chain pulled up tight and locked. This smaller chain came up my stomach and chest, wrapped around my arms just where they crossed, about at my elbows. Then the slack was worked out and this was locked pulling my arms down towards my cock or pulling on my cock, depending on which way I tried to relieve the pressure.

As I lay there, one of the guards stepped over me and squatted down on my chest and crossed arms, putting more strain on them. She leaned forward, looking at me with a decidedly predatory expression. “This is a punishment bondage. It may not seem much now, but your legs will get very sore and your cock will also start to ache. Bad boys have a neck chain added and it pulled to the ring across the way. The guards take pride in how close we can come to strangling you without it actually killing you. And these arm chains can get really brutal too if we pull a few more inches out of them. One really bad guy spent the entire night in this position. He couldn’t walk for days afterward. So you understand how it is.” And she got up and they left me like this.

She wasn’t kidding, I would get stiff in this position. Speaking of stiff. How much rubbing can one poor cock take before it explodes? I could just barely rub the tip against the wall. Maybe, just maybe….. But this didn’t get anything going at all.

Finally, finally, they came again. Bondage came off, I got to stretch for a bit. This time they just put a leg cuff was attached to my left ankle and the other end to a ring in the bottom of the wall at the back of the cell. “Enjoy,” the other said with a smirk and they walked out.

Enjoy? Well I guess I could now, so I stretched just a bit and then set in to masturbating, lying on my back and yanking off. I came quickly and rolled over and probably went to sleep for a bit. Anyway banging on the door woke me up to see a plate of food being shoved under a little trap door in the bottom of the cell door.

Gratefully, I stretched out, my chain just allowing me to get the plate. I opened it up and found a plate of rice with some vegetables and a reasonably sized cup of water. The food was quite good, and healthy, but not of big proportions. What I need, but not what I want, at least for a few days. The water was clear and cold, good quality. Hey, I didn’t see a toilet in here, it hit me as I was sipping the water.

I looked around a bit more carefully now and I eventually noticed that one corner of the floor padding was a bit softer than the rest. Pulling up the loose corner I discovered a hole in the floor that was obviously an eastern style toilet, one you had to squat to use. There was even a little roll of toilet paper in a second depression next to the toilet. Very neat. What about flushing? Well, there was a little door in the floor next to the toilet and when I pried up the cover I found a button under there. I urinated into the toilet and pushed the button and it flushed. Very neat. Put the mat back down and I just then heard the door open.

She came in. This could only be the lieutenant. Older, not as buff, a few lines on her face but commanding. She was in a real skirt that stopped just above the knees.

“Very good,” she said. Should I stand up? Crawl. I just turned to look full at her. Miss curvy of the blue panties was behind her. “You figured that out on your own, some of the jerks don’t ever get that.” I nodded an acknowledgment. “And you seem to know not to talk trash to us, also good. Crawl over here.”

I did so.

“You’ve been pretty good so far.” I lowered my head a bit more, I hadn’t dared to look up her legs, not knowing what the rules are. “Guard Judy here says you might actually be a real one.” God, that wasn’t really a question either, should I answer it? “Not much of a talker, or maybe you’re just afraid. Go ahead slave, tell me, do you like slavery?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Well, you’re in the fucking right place for it. Some of your fellow prisoners aren’t, we may have to work over Number 8 later today.” This was said over her shoulder to Guard Judy.

“He actually drew blood from Linda,” this Judy said.

“Oh, yea, going to beat him good, then send him down below, several levels down below. But you, you’re number 7, did you know that. No names here, just cell numbers. You’re first. I’m told you always remember your first cell. And maybe, the first time you serve the lieutenant. Judy, you can go now.” That was a command if I ever heard one. Judy hesitated a bit, but left quickly. Probably against policy to allow the lieutenant to be alone with a dangerous prisoner.

“Go ahead, raise your eyes, look at me. All of me. You’ve been wanting to do that.”

I did raise my eyes, savoring her seasoned, tested body. She was in her 40s I’d guess, a hard life of sorts, probably. Skin was tanned, a little leathery, some lines, a little rough. Character. Patina. It only comes from living. Young women have their beauty, and so do older women, different but all wonderful. I gazed up her legs as they disappeared under her skirt, her still flat stomach and nice breasts until they came to her eyes.

Her eyes were commanding, and there was no accident of her becoming lieutenant on level six. I gazed into them as they held me. I ventured a smile.

“What do you want to do right now, and be totally honest. None of this slimy ‘oh mistress do what you want crap.’”

“I want to be in a nice spa or hotel room with you and take warm lotion and carefully work it over every part of your body.” Oh, boy, where did that idea come from, but I did love her skin.

She smiled. “Not today. No nice room and no lotion. Only your tongue. What’s your second choice?”

Oh, like, maybe that was a clue? “There is one place that a tongue works better on a woman than lotion, and another place,” I said looking at her feet, “that the lips and the tongue are suited for.”

“Get to work,” and her voice had a husky quality to it.

She was wearing heels, not spike or totally high, but ones that put that special curve to the feet of women. Open at the top, they suggested a starting point. I leaned in and began kissing and gently licking her feet. Going from one to the other, I would sometimes rub my hair against her feet and then go back to kissing.

This went on for a minute and then she suddenly stepped back, leaning against the wall. “Come up higher,” she said with some urgency.

I moved up her leg, brushing my lips against the inside of her lower leg, pausing to kiss the inside of her knee, moving up further. Her legs came closer together and I could place one cheek on either thigh as I moved higher yet. It seemed to take a thousand years to reach the level of her skirt, and I put my head inside and kept coming up. It is wonderful, being under a woman’s skirt, who says they aren’t liberating, they are open invitations to come in and lick and serve.

And so I did, getting right to the center of things and discovering that the lieutenant was out of uniform, no panties. I hit her bush, sweaty and fragrant and dug in. Soon I had her moaning, and her legs gripping my head. Her hands went on my upper back, nails digging in and she kept urging me on. She came quickly in a violent squeezing of my head. She thrust me away and back down on the floor.

She was breathing heavy for a second. I curled around her left leg and hugged her ankle to my chest, looking up at her.

“You had more fun than I did,” she said. I smiled. Suddenly, swiftly, she reached down, grabbed the back of my head by the hair, knelt down and quickly, violently, firmly, kissed me full on the lips.

She stood. “If you ever tell anyone you kissed me, I will make you suffer and send you down level. Fast.”

I looked at her. “Please allow me to be more than a man caged in a cell to you. I can serve you.”

“Oh you just might. Serve me and all my girls, real well. Rest up Number 7, you’re going to have a long night.” She banged on the door, and the guards came back in and put me into yet a different bondage position.

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