Posted by Eyelashviper
on Sun 15 Jan 12, 1:57 PM to Eyelashviper's blog.
Well I did it and it is over. Dan got back this morning and surprised me by bringing my breakfast to me in the cell. I was so pleased to see him that I burst into tears. When I had eaten he put the restraints on me one last time and I was taken to the bathroom to shower and change into my own clothes.
The whole experience was a roller-coaster of emotions. When he kissed me and I was led away in chains on Friday I felt so nervous but horny knowing I was going to be locked up for his pleasure. Feeling Steve's strong arm guiding me by the shoulder relentlessly towards the cell as I clanked along in the legirons was a rush. It happened so quickly and I knew there was no escape. He took the restraints off outside the door and then startled me by pushing me through the barred door and closing it with a loud clang. The padlock was then applied and he left without saying a word.
Looking around the cell it was clear there were no comforts. There was a camp bed, rough blanket, a pillow and a bucket. It was also cold, especially my feet on the concrete floor as I had no socks. Initially I did not know what to do with myself. I curled up with my knees to my chest on the bed and had a little cry. Then I went to test the strength of the bars, clutching them and peering through hoping to see someone. Eventually I crawled into bed, I must admit I did entertain myself as there was nothing else to do. It is amazing how quickly you lose track of time an how quickly boredom sets in when you truly have nothing to do. I am used to distraction by i-phone or laptop or TV, I would have killed for a book.
I must have dozed off and awoken several times and I had no idea what time it was. The worst thing was when I felt a strong desire to pee. I had been putting it off but it had become painful. I had to take off my uniform and knickers. Leaving the small warmth of the blanket was awful and I was incredibly self conscious squatting over the bucket in just my bra. Thankfully nobody checked on me and so I moved it into the corner and tried to get some more sleep.
I was awoken by the door opening and Steve and Pixie came into my cell. I was incredibly embarrassed when he said "Inmate have you used your bucket." I nodded and he told me to fetch my waste and I handed it over to him. Pix told me to assume the position for chaining and I obeyed as she put the legirons on my ankles whilst Steve locked the waist chain and cuffs on. They then guided me to the bathroom were I was handed the bucket and my restraints removed. I was told to pour it down the toilet and given liquid to clean it. They then told me to strip which I did reluctantly, I was so degraded but my lala was throbbing. Pix then told me to sit on the toilet. I had five minutes to do what I needed to do otherwise it would be the bucket until tomorrow morning. I was then allowed to shower and was put in the uniform and restraints, and put a little more gently this time, back in the cell.
Pix came shortly afterwards with breakfast in one of those trays with divided sections. She is a great cook, it was bacon, sausages, beans, hash browns and scrambled eggs. That and the cup of tea were heaven. Then it was the mind numbing boredom again, my hand wandered as I recalled how I had been treated in the bathroom. There was talk of having me in a chastity belt for this experience, I was really happy this was not the case.
Lunch arrived, Minestrone soup and bread and water. I was told my hour out if the cell would be 8 and 9 but I had no idea when that was. I tried to sleep to pass the time but couldn't. I cried several times and thought of Dan and how much I missed him but also how proud he would be of me.
Eventually 8 came and the restraints went back on and I was escorted to the living room. The cuffs were unlocked and I was given my dinner of Moroccan chicken and couscous which was fantastic. We watched some TV, I kept looking at the clock which seemed to move incredibly quickly. I was allowed to check my email and I/C but before I knew it I was shuffling back to my cell. It was a bit warmer but I crawled into bed immediately. I had just about nodded off when I found Steve standing over me telling me inmates were not allowed to play with themselves and I had been reported for masturbating. He dragged me out of bed and over to the far side of the cell where there is an O-ring in the wall. He had a steel Darby Collar like the one I have at home. I was screaming and terrified as he screwed it onto my neck. He then attached a length of chain to the collar which he padlocked to the ring. He then left.
The chain was so short I couldn't stand up, lay down or reach the bucket. By laying with my head back and angled against the wall I could find some sort of comfort. It was the worst night of my life. I was cold, uncomfortable and increasingly needed to pee. I was sobbing when eventually my body gave out and I did something I have not done since I was a small child, wet myself without meaning to. I felt hopeless despair as I watched the stain spread on the bright orange and begin to run across the cell floor. Miserable and unable to escape my puddle I must have drifted off at some point. I awoke with an awful cramp in my lower back which I couldn't shake off and I started shouting and getting hysterical.
Steve and Pix heard me and came in. I was chastised for my filth and spoiling my uniform and the cell floor. I was asked if I had learnt not to touch myself, I had. I was made to strip and mop the cell floor clean. I was then told I needed to be punished for my filthy protest and that I would be caned. When I finished mopping I was bent over the bed. Pix began to cane me with a thuddy bastard of a cane. I am not great with pain and I was writhing all over. She began to play with my labia saying only she or Steve could touch it, it was not mine and me being a filthy slut had got me in this situation in the first place. The caning continued but so did her toying until she had fingers inside me and stroked my clit with the cane. I asked for pemission to cum but got the answer expected. "Of course not you silly girl", now get into bed and if you dare touch it you'll be here next weekend." I obediently did as I was told and awoke this morning to find Dan there. He needed no explanation of why I was naked and striped. I asked him how they knew I had touched myself, "They didn't but I knew you would, did you?" I nodded.
So how was it. Well certainly the most intense play of my life. Did I enjoy it. As an experience itself no. It was humiliating and not all in a good way, very boring on occasion, uncomfortable at other times. Knowing though he loved me experiencing it for him, that I could endure is very scrummy and I can imagine myself recalling moments from my experience to heighten pleasurable moments. Will I do it again? For him yes, it is not my will but his and I adore doing things for him. he has talked about sharing the cell with Pix one weekend, that could be fun.
| 15 Jan 12, 2:19 PM Docendo_Discimus UK(LN), 4 yrs  |
Is that how you are spending all summer when Dan's season starts aut viam inveniam aut faciam | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 2:21 PM Eyelashviper UK(YO), 3 yrs |
EEekkk no! I'd rather watch your silly game than that. Better still I will go shopping! | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 2:39 PM mia  UK(M), 4 yrs       |
Oh wow - what an amazing thing to share with us - thank you and well done. x Now where were we? Ah, yes - abject humiliation! | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 3:16 PM vixylix 2 yrs |
Sounds mega... I quite like the idea of a having a captive girl myself...sounds fun! | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 3:17 PM poutanaki UK(M), 10 yrs |
Thanks for sharing! I am tremendously curious about imprisonment like this (the longest Ive done is 9 hours) so found your account of youre experience really interesting. For me it was something to be endured rather than enjoyed, and yet I still have a hankering for the way it made me feel after. You are so pretty when you're on your knees. Disinfected, eager to please. | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 3:18 PM Eyelashviper UK(YO), 3 yrs |
You wouldn't be so mean! | ||
| 15 Jan 12, 3:19 PM vixylix 2 yrs |
Oh you think...hmmm...wouldn't bet on it
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| 15 Jan 12, 3:49 PM Eyelashviper UK(YO), 3 yrs |
Yes the enjoyment came from the endurance. It is amazing how you look forward to actually seeing someone, even if they come to torment you.
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| 15 Jan 12, 5:26 PM mariatv UK(B), 9 yrs |
many thanks for sharing the experience and well done for doing it maria |
