I lay on my bunk, my mind wandering as it often did in this godforsaken place. It had been a few months since I’d been locked up, and I was still having a hard time adjusting to the strict rules and regulations. But there was one thing I looked forward to every day, one thing that made the monotony of prison life a little more tolerable.
The door to my cell slammed open, and I sat up, my heart racing as I saw the tall, imposing figure of the prison guard. He was a handsome man, with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw. I had been expecting him, as he came by every day to check on me.
“Stand up and face me, prisoner,” he barked, his voice deep and commanding. I did as I was told, my body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew what was coming, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of it.
He began to search my cell, looking for any contraband or rule violations. I watched him, my eyes following his every move. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure as he got closer and closer to me. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I couldn’t help it. There was something about him, something that made me want to submit to his every command.
When he was done searching my cell, he turned to me. “Strip,” he ordered, his eyes piercing into mine. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew I had no choice. I stood up and began to undress, my hands shaking as I did so. I felt embarrassed and exposed, but there was also a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.
He watched me, his eyes taking in every inch of my body. I could feel his gaze on me, and it made me feel both self-conscious and turned on. When I was completely naked, he ordered me to bend over and spread my legs. I did as I was told, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
He began to search my body, running his hands over my curves and checking for any hidden items. I could feel the heat of his touch, and I couldn’t help but respond to it. I could feel myself getting wet, my pussy throbbing with desire. I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me too.
When he was done searching me, he stood up and looked at me. “Turn around and face me,” he commanded. I did, and he was standing so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He leaned in and whispered something in my ear, something that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but I knew it was something dirty and forbidden.
He pulled back and smiled at me, a playful insult on his lips. “You’re mine, prisoner. You’re mine to do with as I please.” I blushed, embarrassed but also turned on by his words. I knew he was right. I was his, and I was loving every minute of it.
He turned to leave, but not before giving me one last look. I could see the desire in his eyes, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. The chapter ended with me lying on my bunk, my mind racing with thoughts of the guard and what might have been. I knew I was in for a long night of fantasizing about him.
The next day, the guard came back, and the cycle repeated. I was both scared and excited for what was to come. I knew I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t help myself. I was his submissive prisoner, and I was loving every minute of it.
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