Archive-name: Bondage/jdinjail.txt

Archive-author: Janet Dubois

Archive-title: J(anet) D(ubois) IN JAIL





    I  know that in some of my previous tales I have mentioned my handcuffs

    and promised to tell about when they were presented to me.   I got them

    from  a  friend  of  mine  who  worked for the California Department of

    Corrections, but how she gave them to me was certainly unique.



    I had been drinking at Archie's Bunker { a local watering hole for  the

    college  crowd} and was with a couple of friends.  We spent the typical

    evening  watching  reruns  of  ALL  IN THE FAMILY {how the bar got it's

    name} and arguing over who was the  bigger  ass,  Archie  or  Mike.   I

    didn't  like Archie in the least, but I found Mike's attitudes to be as

    offensive as Archie's.  Mike thought that all women and minorities were

    deprived, not because of the white males, but because they didn't  know

    better.   But,  I am digressing, and I'm sure that no one is interested

    in that series anymore.



    After the crowd started to thin, Sherry and I went to the  parking  lot

    to  drive  back  to  our  apartment.   As  I  unlocked the door we were

    approached by a  woman  of  Amazonian  proportions  who  questioned  my

    ability  to  drive.  Had I been sober, I would have smelled a rat, as I

    hadn't even put the keys in the ignition.  I was 'arrested', handcuffed

    and placed in the back of a correctional van.  I nearly wet my pants to

    think  that  I  was  actually  under  arrest.   I  was too surprised to

    question anything and probably cried as the van pulled out of  the  lot

    onto the boulevard.



    I  wasn't  sure  where  we were going, but remember pulling into what I

    thought was an abandoned factory,  but  was  assured  it  was  'Central

    Receiving'.  The odor of rot and rats should have clued me in, but as I

    said, I had had a few.



    At  the  end of a corridor was a metal door through which I was led and

    nearly  screamed when I saw nothing in the room but  a  hook  suspended

    from  the  ceiling,  two chairs and a small table and a musty cot.  The

    'officer' was constantly berating  me  for  being  arrogant  enough  to

    endanger the entire city by my drunken driving and hinted at the severe

    penalties for the offense.  I began to sweat and shake, having recently

    read articles about the torture chambers still active in  some  of  the

    more remote countries, and felt as though I was in someone's nightmare.



    I  was  led to the center from the room and my 'cuffs' were attached to

    the hook.  Sherry was then seated in the chair and strapped down.   The

    guard  was grinning wildly as she returned to me and started to tell me

    that she was part of a group of law enforcement personnel who felt  the

    law  too  lenient  and  took  on  the  responsibility of catching those

    offenders who fell through the cracks.



    I remember pleading with her not to hurt me and  promised  {as  we  all

    would}  that I would lead a pristine existence if she would overlook my

    discretion.  Her laugh and the severe manner in which she had her  hair

    done  convinced  me that I was giving her more pleasure by begging than

    if I had struggled and called her names.



    Typical of most sadists and torturers,  she  began  by  unbuttoning  my

    blouse  and skirt while telling me some of the perverse ways to inflict

    physical and emotional pain.  My  fears  were  somewhat  eased  when  I

    noticed that the only non-furniture item in the room was a small box on

    the  table.  I also began to sober enough to notice that Sherry was not

    the least concerned about our predicament.



    As my keeper moved to the table, I began to  demand  my  rights  as  an

    American  {why we are despised the world over} and she literally yelled

    that I also had the right to be frigged until I passed out.   To  match

    action  to word, she opened the box and held out the contents, a number

    of dildoes and vibrators.  Although I had inklings about my lesbianism,

    I had never used any appliances.  Sherry and I had  only  recently  met

    and  we  had  made love twice.  Once, it started as mutual masturbation

    and the second time she showed me how to lick pussy.  {Our  roles  were

    reversed rather quickly, but at the time I was a novice.}



    The guard returned to me and suggested that I select my own tool or she

    would  select  the  largest  and most painful.  Naturally, I selected a

    small and narrow vibrator, which she switched on to be  sure  that  the

    batteries  were  in  working  order.  As soon as she was sure that they

    were, she started running the pseudo-cock  over  my  tits,  causing  my

    nipples to become involuntary hard.



    'I  see  that  you like this', she said.  My protests convinced neither

    her nor Sherry that I didn't.  She slowly moved the vibrator down until

    it rested on my hair {before I started shaving} and I couldn't help but

    shiver as the humming went were it would do the  most  good.   I  could

    feel myself becoming wet and my earlier fears were fading as she gently

    began to stroke my pussy lips and clit.



    I  realized  that  this had to be some type of game because her earlier

    roughness was replaced by tenderness as she parted my lips  and  slowly

    inserted  the  vibrator  into  my  twat.   I  know  I came immediately,

    probably twice, because I was suddenly dripping  with  juices.   I  saw

    Sherry  get up from her chair, never really having been secured and she

    came to the center of the room and explained that Laura was a friend of

    hers who enjoyed these little charades.  As Laura began to speed up her

    frigging of my cunt, each took a nipple into their mouth and  began  to

    lick and suck.



    The  third  time  I  came, I asked that they might unhook me as my arms

    were quite tired.  After I was released,  my  arms  virtually  useless,

    they  led  me  to the cot and helped me to remove my clothes as well as

    theirs.  I have described Sherry before, but for those readers who have

    not read previous stories, she has a youthful appearence.  Her tits are

    quite small, although her aureolas are quite large, and she had already

    begun shaving her pussy clean.  Her legs are  long  and  thin  and  her

    blonde  hair  very long and straight.  Laura, on the other hand, shaved

    neither her cunt nor her underarms.



    After we were all situated on the cot, both explained  how  I  was  now

    going to be introduced to the aspects of women's love.  I was a  little

    scared and felt as I did when I lost my cherry to first boyfriend.  The

    difference  was like night and day.  He was much less understanding and

    it seemed as though he only lasted two minutes before rolling over  and

    falling asleep.



    Laura  was  the  first  to replace her words with actions and kissed me

    very hard and long.  She massaged my tits and back  for  awhile  before

    she  guided my hands to her own globes.  After a few moments, she moved

    our hands lower and we began to feel each others' juices.  I  felt  her

    shiver as she came and felt the sticky juices run down my fingers.  She

    pulled  my hands away and brought them between our lips and we began to

    lick the juices off.  She pushed me back on the cot and began  to  kiss

    my  body  from  head to foot, stopping at the important places.  When I

    looked around, I saw Sherry with one foot on the chair, pushing one  of

    the  dildoes  in  and  out  of her pussy.  She seemed to enjoy watching

    Laura and I and occasionally moaned or cried as she came.  The sight of

    the pink rubber moving like a train and the licking I was getting  made

    me come almost violently.



    Laura  then  called  Sherry  over  and as she replaced Laura between my

    legs,  I  pulled Laura toward me.  As I began to suck Laura,  I noticed

    how pungent her aroma was, but was still determined to  lick  her  dry.

    She seemed to enjoy my tongue and constanly spoke encouragement to both

    of us.  As her movements became more noticeable, she told me to stick a

    finger  into her anus.  At first, the idea seemed strange, but I wasn't

    about to spoil my own coming out party and used her come as a lubricant

    to ease entry.  I moved my finger in and out while  my  tongue  flicked

    back  and  forth  across  her clit.  When she came, she spurted over my

    face and I came again, nearly forgetting that it was  Sherry  that  was

    working my twat.



    We spent the next several hours fingering each other and trying out the

    different  toys  they had brought.  I'm not sure how many times I came,

    but I know I was sore for a week after.



    When we were again clothed, we thanked each other and Laura gave me her

    handcuffs, probably as a momento.  Every time I get them out,  I  think

    of that evening and get somewhat melancholic.  Most people remember the

    first  time  they  have sex and it holds a special place in their heart

    forever.  I certainly will never forget Laura, although we  have  never

    again  seen  each other.  As for Sherry, we spent another year together

    and had many wonderful experiences  together.   Unfortunately,  when  I

    moved east, she was unwilling to come with me.



    I did get to reminisce with Sherry when she visited Snow Country and we

    got to explore new sexual experiences together  and  with  my  neighbor

    Carol, but that's another story.



    J. D.



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