Karla shuffled awkwardly along the corridors cuffed and shackled. Kevin, a beefy 6ft plus orderly walked slowly alongside her, glancing at her periodically and peering at her curiously.
‘Something’s different Karla, you look really happy?’ He said more by way of a question than a statement.
Karla glanced sideways at him and grinned broadly. ‘It was a great session Kev! I feel fabulously free for the first time in ages!’
He smiled happily at her. ‘That’s good news, so you feel like you’re making some progress with the Doctor then?’
Karla nodded enthusiastically but didn’t elaborate as to the why. It wouldn’t do to go telling all and sundry about her little sexual adventure with Doctor Peel. They would only take it away from her, like the time they found her naked and cuddling with Cheri her next door cellmate. Since then Cheri had been moved to a different wing of the unit and she and Karla weren’t allowed to get together anymore. She missed that, Cheri was very nice to kiss and cuddle with and of course she was brilliant at giving Karla multiple orgasms with her tongue once Karla had shown her how. Not as good as having a man to sort her out, but Cheri was so eager to please and very enthusiastic!
She smiled a dark little smile as Kevin opened her cell door for her and she stepped inside her little white padded dungeon. She turned around and presented herself to him for her cuffs and shackles to be removed. He unclipped the shackles first and pulled them free with the chain, wrapping its length around his forearm as he stood and reached for her wrists to remove the cuffs.
Karla pulled a face at his cautiousness. It was such a long time ago when she had tried to strangle her previous Orderly with the chain! They never forgot anything in this place. No second chances! Karla waited patiently as Kevin went through the routine wrist grab and release of the cuffs, once he had removed them from her reach, he rubbed her chafed wrists tenderly. He was so gentle with her. She rewarded him with a sexy little gasp at his touch and a beautiful smile.
He grunted something under his breath as he released her wrists and became all business again.
‘Take a step back please Karla, I’m going to close the door now.’ Kevin was her favourite Orderly. He was always so gentle with her. She liked that about him. He wasn’t rough or rude with her, he had a quiet authority about him that reminded her of her kink days with her old Dom Sir Eric, and she responded well to that, but she never slipped and called Kevin Sir even though sometimes she wanted to. That would have given too much of her past away!
Karla stepped back into the stark cell and blinked as the door snapped shut and she was once again isolated inside her white dungeon. She sank down against the door and allowed her thoughts to drift where Kevin had sent them with his quiet authority and gentle strokes.
She remembered the moment that had started the journey to where she was now. Her old Dom Sir Eric, had had to let her go because he said she had become too much for him, he was getting too old to keep up with her constant need for his attention and he was giving her to a new younger Dom who could give her what she needed. Her new Sir was fantastic with her at first, talking to her all the time about how they could have a wonderful time once she learned how he operated. All she had to do was trust him, and she had, wholeheartedly. After all, Sir Eric had chosen Sir Ian specifically because of the way he had handled his previous subs.
Then Sir Ian had proposed to her and her heart had been handed over to him on a plate. Sir Eric had walked her down the aisle and given her away to Sir Ian and she was deliriously happy.
It only lasted for the shortest time but she still remembered how it had felt to be that adored by a man. It wasn’t long before the honeymoon period came to an abrupt end with him introducing his new regime for her as his slave not his sub, and he made it clear to her that as his wife she had no say in the matter because of the vows she had dutifully repeated at their wedding ceremony. She had promised to love, honour, worship and obey without question until death us do part.
That was when he had taken her to his dungeon in the basement of their home that looked just like this cell except it was so dark, with padding throughout and iron rings fixed to the walls. He had kept her chained up in that room for hours, he had said he was breaking her into a new way of behaving for him. He said it was training. He said this was to be her new regime. She hadn’t realised then that he was a very bad man. He had tortured her for hours and hours at a time. He had broken her hard limits down and told her she would be punished severely for having the audacity to decide what she would do for him. She would do as he told her and she would pay harshly if she didn’t.
She had screamed her safe word at him over and over again but he hadn’t listened. He had laughed in her face. He didn’t care, and that was when she had decided that he would have to pay just like her daddy had had to pay for the way he had treated her. She knew just what to do.
Karla felt the old anger rising up in her gut as her mood spiralled at the many thoughts and images that tumbled out of her brain. This was bad, very bad. It was killing her euphoria at getting the Doc all sexed up and willing to let her give him a blow job. Such a tiny little cock it was too, she would not have considered it in the old days, but now, well… any port in a storm as they say. Beggars can’t be choosers and the Doc now had something to lose if he didn’t play her game. Her mood elevated again, she giggled a little as she remembered him giving her permission to come. Like she was ever not going to come anyway! Silly little man. But useful to let him believe he had some control left.
When she had first come to the Institution she had been put in a plain cell in the general population sector. She hadn’t liked it very much at all because she had been used to much nicer surroundings so she had decided to work hard to get moved to the isolation units. It hadn’t taken long for her to progress to her white dungeon as she settled in and learned the score. Learned what not to do to avoid excessive punishments, but also learned just how much crazy to exhibit to get what she wanted. That was how she had secured both her cell and her weekly visits to see Doctor Peel. He was crucial to her long term plan for parole in the not too distant future.
She sighed heavily, so much to do, so little time to do it all. She had a hot date with an old adversary that she fully intended not to miss. He was coming home at the end of the year and she wanted to be there to greet him. Having her way with him would make her trio of revenge complete.
She shook herself and schooled her face before she lifted it for ‘them’ to see.
Time to write up today’s journal entry. It was going to be a deliciously sticky and salty tale she would spin for them. She knew they watched her, she could feel their eyes on her all the time. She didn’t mind, sometimes she would strip naked and lay on the floor, legs spread wide for them to watch as she fucked herself with her fingers until she came hard. Her imagination would fill in the details of their lust filled gazes as she stroked and fucked and petted her pussy until her fingers were sticky with come and then like a good girl, she would suck them clean and then after taking a bow for her audience she would dress herself again. In her mind she could hear them groaning as they stroked themselves along with her and made a mess of their pants when they shot their loads. That thought would keep her smiling for the rest of the day.
Today she wondered whether Kevin would be watching her to see if she revealed her secret for why she was so happy. She would put on a show for him that would keep him rock hard until the end of his shift. It was the least she could do for him. He was so nice. She knew he didn’t read her journals but she knew without doubt the others did. She knew because she had set traps.
She looked to see if her secret little trick had been disturbed. It was the only way to know if anyone had been in here while she had been with the Doctor. The tiny piece of cotton she had placed just over the edge of her bedside cabinet drawer was her check point, it had gone. Her journals had been read again. She shrugged. It didn’t matter, they would never be able to work out that what she was writing about was the truth. Don’t they say, truth is stranger than fiction? It was in her world.
Karla sat down in the centre of the room and drew her new journal to her. She was allowed to write as much as she wanted, and no one was allowed to ask her about any of the things she wrote. She knew ‘they’ all read her journals, but only Karla knew what they were really about.
On the surface her little stories all sounded like fictional fantasies written by a mentally disturbed nymphomaniac who constantly craved sex in any form and would do anything to get what she wanted and would carry that to extreme measures whenever required.
It was good to know that was how they saw her. The truth was much darker and if they ever guessed, she would lose her cushy little white dungeon and would end up in some shitty prison in gen.pop with no hopes of parole, ever. But that was a fear she didn’t need to think about today, she had sucked the good doctor dry and he had fallen into her trap. She could control her little visits to him now and he would not be asking any awkward questions anymore.
Her next target was the adorable Kevin, and she knew just what to do to get him.