Karla remained in her seated position on the floor while she scribbled in her journal. She was writing the story of a naughty doctor who takes advantage of his patient when she is at her most vulnerable and how much she likes what he makes her do. She’s telling her own version of the truth as she grasps it, the narcissist in her makes her embellish it with a lurid flourish at the end.

‘So dear reader, my homework for this week from the good doctor is to find a suitable cock who can join in with our fucking and cock sucking adventures. The doctor thinks I need a good hard fucking and spanking so that I feel more balanced and in control of my needs. I think he may be right. I am excited to find a playmate! The idea has made me so very happy even my darling bodyguard noticed. Ideally he will be well built, packing heavily in all the right places and have a cool calm head on his shoulders. I only know one person like that but I think he might be too nice to agree to it.’ She giggles as she places her open journal on the floor directly under the ceiling camera.

She made the writing exceptionally clear, so it could easily be read via the camera.

She knows Kevin is on monitor duty this afternoon, she decides to put on a special little show for her lovely Orderly. Just that briefest of touches he gave her earlier has her feeling hot and horny. The Doctor didn’t come close to turning her on, he is a means to an end. Kevin is purely about pleasure for her. She’s been gathering men around her all her life who want to tame her, fuck her, spank her, torture her. She knows when a man is interested in her, and Kevin is. It comes off him in waves. She just needs to put on her show.

Standing in the centre of her cell she begins to stroke her own skin as she dances slowly to imaginary music. She does this quite frequently and Kevin let it slip once that he was mesmerized by the way she moves.

Slowly she pops the press studs on her orange jumpsuit until she can slide the top half down her arms to her waist. She isn’t allowed to wear a bra anymore because when she first arrived and was in gen.pop she had tried to stab her first orderly with the metal underwire. It had all been part of her plan to get to isolation and the doctor, but she remembered the beating she took. It made her shiver and her fractured mind closed off that part swiftly. She wanted to have some fun and besides, since then, it’s been, hang free because you are never getting another bra while you are in here! It’s fine by her, especially now because it’s useful for allowing her to expose herself to Kevin without appearing to do it on purpose. She’s just removing her jumpsuit because she’s warm.

She glances slyly up at the camera in the ceiling and cups her full breasts in her hands and squeezes them together. Her thumbs circle her nipples slowly, she giggles to herself as her nipples stand up immediately and she slowly lowers her mouth and raises her breast so she can suckle for a moment.

She imagines Kevin squirming on his seat in the monitor room. His big cock will be throbbing, and he’ll be rearranging his pants. She raises her other breast and suckles on her right nipple lathing the same attention on it as the first. ‘Can’t leave you out now can we?’ She speaks lovingly to her nipple as she flicks and twists the hard little nub until she groans. She sets up a verbal monologue, talking to her breasts, telling her inner self her naughty thoughts. She’s worked this angle for so long now she has even named her inner self Cheri in honour of her short lived romance with her cell mate. This is always the part she enjoys the most. She knows ‘they’ can hear her. It adds to her crazy without being too damaging.

‘Mmm, that feels so good Cheri, but I wish I could feel a real man’s hands on my breasts right now. It isn’t the same when we do it!’

‘Oh Karla, you know that’s not allowed! You are so naughty. Besides, nobody wants a crazy woman to fuck, you ain’t pretty to men when you’re crazy. You know that.’

She whips her head around as if to face her verbal aggressor and she smiles a cat like smile at nothing. She is so far inside her own head now, she’s forgotten the reason she started this external monologue with herself.

‘You think they don’t find me pretty Cheri? You find me pretty! I bet they do too, I bet they sit there and watch you fuck me with your fingers every day. I bet they love all the different positions I assume to present my pussy for them to enjoy. They know I love an audience. I love imagining a big thick cock ramming into my pussy and making me squeal and get so wet and then taste our fingers afterwards, pretending it’s a lovely thick long cock I’m cleaning.’

‘You are so very bad Karla, I know who you’re thinking about you know and you will get in serious trouble if ‘they’ find out.’

‘But he’s so nice and calm and kind, and BIG! He’s so big Cheri! I bet he could make my eyes water and my pussy absolutely melt for him. I wish I could suck his big cock and watch his face as I cradle his balls and make him come in my mouth until it dribbles down my chin.’

Karla had slid her jumpsuit and panties over her hips and down her legs now. She stepped out of the puddle of orange clothing on the floor and bent over at the waist, opening her legs wide she balanced herself with one hand on the small bedside cabinet and the other up between her legs cupping her mons and rubbing her labia gently. She began her monologue again.

‘Cheri baby take your time, you’re always rushing girl, slowly baby, slowly, just one finger to start with, you know that feels nice and small and slim, find that g-spot honey, add just the right amount of pressure… oh yes baby that’s the way right there. Oooh… don’t make me come yet, I want to enjoy this.’

‘Oh Karla, I love fucking you with my fingers, please let me put two in your pussy and stretch you a little more. Can I put one in your ass too baby?’

Karla flicked her clit with her thumb as she pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, verbalising her fantasy always made her wetter than if she just imagined Cheri there with her. It made her lover feel more real.

‘Do three fingers in me first Cheri, really pound me, I want it to feel like his big thick cock is pounding me. If you make me come I will let you fuck my ass with your wet pussy soaked finger, okay?’

‘Uh…okay Karla, lets fuck you hard, three fingers and as deep and as hard and fast as we can go for my needy baby.’

Karla’s body rocked with the force of her own fingers grinding deeper and deeper with every thrust, she had to have it hard, it didn’t feel right any other way. It was all she had ever known. She remembered Kevin then and imagined him sat in the monitor room stroking his big thick cock hard and fast as he masturbated to her little show. She was almost there, she hooked her finger just inside her pussy and found her g-spot and applied pressure, stroking, then a little pressure, more stroking, then hard pressure and she let go as she screamed Kevin’s name out loud as she came hard, gushing juices down her thighs as her body rocked and she moaned and her legs became limp and unruly. She gripped the bedside cabinet to keep herself from stumbling as she removed her fingers from her pussy, slowly turning her head so the camera could see as she slid her fingers between her lips and licked and sucked her juices from them.

She reached around to her ass and adjusting her position she thrust her forefinger deep inside her tight little hole and ass fucked herself into a second orgasm that had her falling face first onto the bed and dry humping the mattress as her orgasm rolled over her. She gasped loudly and began her monologue again.

‘Thank you Cheri darling, you always know how your Karla likes it!’

Oh Karla, I wish we could do it all again baby, but ‘they’ might catch us and then what would we do?’

‘I suppose so gorgeous, but we can sneak some time tomorrow when no one’s watching. You best go now, cos they may have heard me shout.’

‘Okay baby, I’ll see you later.’

With that Karla sat up on the bed, giggling to herself while she still rubbed her clit. Maybe just one more before she turned into an orange lump in that damn jumpsuit again .

She rubbed her throbbing clit fast and hard nipping it and flicking it until she felt her orgasm begin to spiral sharply, clit orgasms were very intense which was why she always fucked herself first. She knew her own body. She smiled a full blown feral, crazy smile as her orgasm exploded and she groaned deeply with it.

A minute later she stood and retrieved her jumpsuit and climbed back into it. She had just picked up her journal and begun to make new notes about her little adventure with ‘Cheri’ when her door was thrown open by the female Orderly, Sharon.

‘You screaming in here Karla? What have we told you about screaming?’ Sharon entered the cell with her baton extended in front of her as a deterrent to Karla who was about to stand up.

‘Stay down. What have we told you about screaming Karla?’ Sharon demanded in a menacing tone. She was a mean bitch and even Karla gave her a wide berth. She had a sadistic streak running right through her and Karla had recognised it the first time she had met her. She assumed a submissive tone and lowered her gaze to the floor.

‘I’m not supposed to do it Ma’am. I wasn’t screaming I was laughing at something I wrote Ma’am. It was about bra wires. Would you like to see?’

Sharon eyed her warily, ‘fucking nutcase,’ she muttered, ‘keep the noise down or next time you get the baton. You hear me?’ She pushed the baton close to Karla’s face and grinned as Karla flinched and shrank back.

‘Yes Ma’am,’ Karla muttered as she kept her gaze low.

Sharon backed out of the cell and slammed the door. Karla’s eyes went wide at the jarring noise and her mind flipped back to her other cell and the banging of the big heavy steel door her husband had installed for his dungeon….

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 Philip specifically because of the way he had handled his previous subs.

Then Sir Philip 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 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.