Author's Note: This is a silly little fictional story I wrote back in 2003. Suspension of disbelief will help. Hope you enjoy it.


I have been kinky for most my life, experimenting with self bondage at first, then chastity, then cross dressing in a limited fashion. It has really turned me on to be helpless, frustrated, and dressed in soft feminine clothing. There was only one thing lacking, and that was a big thing: someone else to play with.

It was in this frame of mind that I turned to the internet, hoping to meet someone who shared my fantasies. I found there were lots of people who were into the same things I was. Indeed there were entire message boards dedicated to topics like chastity. I read and read, got myself hot and bothered by the fiction stories, and started to really need some physical contact.

It was then that I met Eve. We bumped into each other in an IRC chatroom. She was naturally dominant, so we fit like a glove. We would tease each other and create steamy scenes online.

I practically begged to meet her, but she seemed rather shy. I persisted though, and told her that she had nothing to fear... I was a nice guy and she would be the one tying me up anyway.

She laughed and said she wasn't worried about that, but that she had a secret that might be shocking to me. It might also be exciting if I took it in the right way.

She was in prison for jewel theft with a five year sentence.

This nearly blew me away, and I didn't talk with her for a few days afterward as I let it sink in. After the initial shock, I began to see that this was an opportunity for me. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Here was a way for me to fulfill one of my fantasies: experiencing jail without actually committing a crime.

Eve was happy to see me when I finally came back online. I told her what I was thinking. Perhaps we could arrange a conjugal visit. The laws were quite lax for the minimum security prison she was in, and since she had points for good behaviour with the guards, it should actually be possible.

I must confess that this idea really got my blood flowing in the right places, if you know what I mean. The thought of being locked into a cell for an hour to be molested by a dominant woman nearly made me explode in my pants.

I immediately started filling out the required paperwork to setup this conjugal visit. I mailed them with excitement. All we had to do was wait for the bureaucratic wheels to roll.

As the weeks passed by, I often chuckled to myself at the idea of my Domme being locked up in prison, there for me to visit whenever I wanted, and then leave and continue my vanilla life.

Well, the day finally arrived when I received my pass in the mail. I called Eve that night to let her know.

"Hello?"

"Eve! Guess what came in the mail today!"

"You're kidding! Yesssss!" She let out a squeal of delight. "When can you come?"

"I'm coming down this weekend. It is a bit of a drive for me, so I'll be making a vacation out of it. Have you made any plans?"

"Of course I have, slave boy," she said, switching to her dominant role. "I have a whole list of things for you to do in preparation. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, feeling a bulge grow in my pants.

"Good boy," she cooed. "I want you to shave your legs and genitals as soon as you hang up. Get yourself smooth and ready for me. Rub your cock for 30 minutes, but do not let yourself cum, then lock your chastity belt on. You will wear your belt until we meet on our special day. When you arrive, wear your chastity belt key around your neck on a chain so it looks like a necklace, and the guards should let you in with no problem. Wear a cowboy outfit: jeans, heavy bulky shirt, boots, cowboy hat, and sunglasses. I'll be waiting."

I was panting hard into the phone like an obscene phone call. "Yes Mistress!" I blurted out.

She chuckled into the phone. "I'm going to blow your mind boy. Get ready for a wild ride."

I hung up more aroused than I had been in my entire life. Looking at the list of instructions, I headed to the bathroom for a nice soak. I was going to make my legs so smooth, she'd think I was a woman. I lathered the shaving cream up my legs, drawing a brand new razor over my skin. When I was done, I wanted to lick my own legs they were so good.

I went to my bedroom and sneaked on a pair of panties and a bra, and lay down on my bed. I started stroking my hard member through the silk material of the panties. I started moaning and squirming on the bed, leaking precum until there was a large wet spot on the panties.

Only 15 minutes had passed and I was so desperate. I reached the edge of orgasm so many times that I lost count. Precum was running freely and my cock was throbbing in need. It took all of my willpower to waddle to the kitchen and drop a pack of ice onto my cock and balls, but it was the only way I was going to fit into my chastity belt.

I was already gagging for it... I needed an orgasm so bad, but I needed to obey even more. So I lay back down on the bed and started buckling the steel belt around my waist, forcing my cold limp cock into the tube before it could swell again. With a small click, I locked my sex away until the weekend.

I didn't sleep very well that night. It was all tossing and turning and moaning and dreaming of being trapped between my Mistress's thighs. My panties were soaked from precum by morning.

The morning of my trip was here and I dressed in jeans, boots, cowboy hat, and sunglasses. I hopped in my car and headed toward the county correctional system: Women's Prison #304. I was so horny every telephone pole looked like a hard cock, and every classic car that I saw made me moan, comparing the curves to a female ass.

I was in bad shape... or was that good shape?

After 4 hours of straight driving, I was there, and I was also a nervous wreck. I was early, so I had no choice but to relax in my car until the appointed time. The nap I had in the front seat helped calm my nerves, but made me even more horny.

It was 3:00pm, the time stamped on my pass. I got out of the car and headed toward the front of this imposing building. There were windows with bars all over the place. This was minimum security? Looked pretty secure to me.

I walked to the front door and entered. There was a sign-in desk, so I signed my name and the pass card's reference number, and waited.

"Mr. Long?" asked a voice from the side.

"Yes, that's me."

"Come this way please. You need to be searched. Security reasons." The female guard flashed a smile, but her eyes looked all business.

"Yes...... of course." Whew, I had almost said "Mistress" there. These hormones are getting the better of me.

I followed the guard into a small room with a table. The heavy door closed behind us with what sounded like the click of a lock. "Hold your arms out to your sides," she commanded.

I did so and she began searching me manually. I suddenly realized that the chastity belt could be a problem here and started panicking! She felt around my waist, and paused, suddenly backing away, hand on her billy club.

"Please pull up your shirt, and pull your pants down a bit, sir." Her voice wasn't alarmed, but filled with authority.

"It... it's just a belt, ma'am." Was my face on fire?

"Pull up your shirt, sir!" She was more urgent this time, but still not alarmed.

Hesitatingly, I started pulling my shirt up, revealing my chastity belt. Amazingly, she smiled.

"She said you were kinky... I just had to make sure." Was that a laugh in her voice?

"May I tuck my shirt back in please?"

"Yes, and come with me. Eve is waiting in conjugal visit room #2. She asked for some special toys... I'm sure you're going to have a lot of fun." Her grin was in full view now.

I hastily tucked my shirt in, put my hat back on, and shades, and followed the guard down the hallway. She had to unlock numerous doors, and I felt more and more locked away... feeling like a man going into a mine and all the exits being closed. My cock strained at the chastity belt.

We reached room #2. "You have one hour starting from now. I will be outside. When you are done, knock on the door and I'll take you back outside. I'll only open the door if someone knocks, or if your time runs out, so make all the noise you like. If you are not done within an hour, I *will* open the door, so please try to keep an eye on the time."

"Th-Thank you."

The guard unlocked the door, which was solid steel, and pushed me in gently. "Good luck," and she locked the door behind me.

There was Eve. Standing in high heels and black bra and panties. "Strip!" she barked.

I quickly started removing my clothes. Hat, shades, shirt, and jeans all went flying into a pile on the floor. I kicked off my boots, and Eve walked toward me.

"I'll take this," she said, lifting the chastity belt key from my neck.

"Yes Mistress."

She was taller than I pictured her, but maybe that was the heels. She was about my height, and her arms looked like she had been working out. Not super muscles, but sexy ones. The kind that you knew she was capable of throwing a man around.

She grabbed me and tossed me up against the wall, pinning me there with her body. She kissed me long and hard. "I've been looking forward to this for a long time slave. You look delicious, and I see you have obeyed me. I am quite pleased, so I'll make you my bitch today."

I looked at her with a puzzled look, and she stepped back and pointed to the table. There was a pile of clothes there. A pile of female cloths.

"Put them on. Now!"

This was almost more than my cock could handle. I could feel moisture between my legs from the precum running out of my chastity belt. There was a garter belt, black stockings, panties, bra with breast inserts, a white blouse, and a short skirt.

I put them all on and turned around for Mistress to view, but before I could catch my breath, she pushed me hard onto the bed and I sprawled onto it. "oooooff!"

Eve straddled me and started locking my wrists to the bedposts. "You look like a hot little bitch to me... I think I should give you a name.... Slut Suzy."

I blushed and squirmed, feeling Eve's strong hands press me down on the bed and lock me to the four bedposts. I was soon helpless, tied spreadeagle under my Mistress, locked in a women's prison. Ohhhhh, I wanted to cum!

I looked up and saw Mistress starting to remove her panties. She looked to be in the same kind of lustful frenzy as I was, and her panties were soaked. "Do you know how long I've been locked up in here? A whole year! I have 4 years to go, so I'm going to make good use of you Slut Suzy!"

She straddled my head and sank down onto my mouth, smothering me. I could smell her excitement, and taste her juices running down my chin. She started rocking back and forth on my face, grabbing the headboard for support. I started to wonder if one hour would be enough for this woman.

"Lick me, bitch!!!"

I thrust my tongue into her hot pussy, licking frantically and trying to breathe between thrusts. I could feel her thighs clamped tightly around my head, and her soft naked ass rubbing over my chest as she used my face for her pleasure. I was helpless, horny, and happy.

I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could, using it like a mini cock. I sucked on her clitoris and she gasped in pleasure so loud I could hear her past her thighs clamped around my ears. I felt her body tense up, and then suddenly her orgasm flooded my face, filling my mouth and nose and covering my chin, as she screamed in pleasure.

I don't remember how many orgasms she had, but she must have used my face for a good 45 minutes. I gasped and started begging for her to take off my chastity belt.

"Please Mistress, I beg you... please let me out of my chastity belt. I'm so horny... I haven't cum since 2 days ago, and I rubbed for 30 minutes just like you ordered me. Pleeeease Mistress, have mercy on your poor horny slave!"

She grinned down at me and wriggled down my body until she was sitting on my chest, soft thighs all around. She took her panties which she had removed earlier, and cleaned her soaking wet pussy with them.

"Open your mouth."

"But Mistress... please let me cum! I've serviced you for 46 minutes and we're almost out of time... pleease... OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

She had pinched my nipple with her nails, and as I screamed, she stuffed the wet panties into my mouth. "Guess what the guards were so kind to give us? Oooh look... a locking leather hood!"

"Mmmmrrphhhh!!" I tried to plead, but all I had left to use were my eyes. She opened the leather hood and pulled it over my head, starting to lace it tight. It wrapped around my head like a second skin. Only nose holes and eyes holes were in the hood, and the mouth covering was padded, forcing the wet panties deeper into my mouth. She lifted my head and I heard a "click" behind my head.

"Mmrrrpppphhhhhh!"

She let my head back down on the bed and started getting off me. I started struggling, hoping she was going to get my chastity belt key.

What is she doing? Did she put the key in my pants? No... she's putting them on??? But why?? "Mmmmmmpppphhhhhh!???"

I watched as she dressed herself in my clothes: jeans, shirt, hat, and shades. Finally the boots. What in the world was she doing?

She tucked her hair under the hat, then walked over to the table, picked up the chastity belt key, and put it around her neck.

"Do I look like you?" She laughed. Then she grew serious and walked over to the bed. She gripped my hooded head and pointed my eyes at hers. "I'm using you bitch. You are my escape plan. I am now you, and you are now me. I told all the guards how kinky I am, and even let them hogtie me at will over the last few days. That is now your lot for the next 4 years, if you're lucky, and if you're good."

"Mmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!?????"

"You see, if they ever find out that you're not me, they will know I have escaped, and they will know you helped me. You'll be sent to a proper male prison, and we all know what happens there. If you keep our little secret, and if you're really good, you'll get to stay in a female prison for your remaining sentence... which is really my remaining sentence. Otherwise, you'll be convicted for aiding and abetting a criminal escape."

She laughed, then deepened her voice, "Hi, I'm Mr. Long." Then turned around and headed toward the door.

"MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!" I struggled frantically. She can't do this! Come back!!! Let me go! This wasn't part of the deal!

I couldn't manage a word.

I panted and watched as she knocked on the door. The door opened and the guard smirked. "I see you've tamed the bad girl, Mr. Long. Well done!"

"Could you leave the hood locked on her for a few hours? She loves it," said a deep-voiced Eve.

"Sure Mr. Long, no problem," and the guard closed the door.

"NOMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHH!"


Epilogue

From a posting on the internet, posted by Eve2:

"Hello. I'm the author of the story 'The Visit' and I'm sorry to tell you that it is not fiction! I really am stuck in a women's prison, so stop jerking off you guys! Please, if anyone believes me, please email me at eve2help@hotmail.com.

"I don't know how to get myself out of this fix. You don't know how hard it was to gain internet privileges. The very first day Eve left me tied to the bed, I struggled so hard that the guard threw me in the hole for misbehaviour. It took me so long just to earn a place in normal population instead of solitary. And this just makes it worse. All the female prisoners around me, and me locked in this chastity belt.

"What really scares me is that Eve might attempt another jewel robbery and get caught, and I'll be found out. I've already served 2 years of Eve's sentence, and the longer it goes, the more stressed out I get that I'll be charged with aiding and abetting and get an even longer sentence. Maybe I'm not thinking clearly... I'm the victim here.

"Please help... I'm begging anyone out there."

And the email received in reply:

From: eve1@hotmail.com
To: eve2help@hotmail.com
Date: Jan 2, 2003
Subject: help

Have you forgotten who holds the key to your chastity belt? You may
get out of prison in 2 years, but you're not getting out of that
belt if you keep carrying on like this, posting cries of help
on the internet. You could get us both in hot water!

So pipe down. Don't forget who's little bitch you are. I'm doing
my part by keeping a low profile. I suggest it would be in your
best interest for you to do the same!

Your Mistress