The landlord and tenant, boss and employee power struggles are common themes for fantasies, but this week I got one I’d never had before. The warden and prisoner one. This man called and said he was to be the warden and I was the new prisoner in for some white collar crime, and he found me attractive. Of course I’d have to service him sexually if I wanted any visits from my family, or the ability to be allowed to wear my own underwear rather than the shared, state issued underwear the prisoners wear and share with countless others.
I was called to the warden’s office and told to strip down and be inspected. Humiliated in front of him and examined like a piece of meat for his entertainment. Then I had to get down on my knees and crawl to his chair and get his cock out and suck it. I had to take it from his pants and suck and kiss it, even though I hated being humiliated like this. Slurping away and telling him how much I loved it as he gagged me with that hard cock.
Then I was told to stand up and bend over his desk. I assumed I was going to have to be fucked by him if I wanted any visits, but it was much worse than that, rather than take my pussy, he took my ass. I wasn’t expecting it and felt so horrified and upset at him doing this to me, but was told my time here would be a lot easier. I had no choice but to let him use me at his whim. I was called to his office a few times a week for the three months I was there. It was horrific, but I can only imagine the things that might have happened if I hadn’t complied.
