*A sample from my newest erotic story. Find it on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09M7R73TG*
*Hannah’s marriage has become routine, as has her work life, but it all changes when she is arrested and sent to prison – the prison where her husband works. Despite the harsh conditions inside, where Hannah is forced to wear a collar and is handcuffed most of the day, the experience rekindles the spark between the two spouses.*
*But can Hannah make do with conjugal visits during her sentence? Or will her new-found love for bondage drive her to seek the intense punishments that await unruly prisoners?*
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Diana opened the cell and cuffed my hands behind my back and clicked the leg irons on my ankles. I loved the restrictive feeling of being cuffed this way and had to suppress a smile as I followed her out of the cellblock and through the main area to a small wing of the prison I had not yet seen. After walking through two gates, Diana pushed me through an open door and into a small, windowless room, closing the door behind me.
“Hi, honey.” Rick was standing in the corner of the room, smiling. He was not wearing his uniform and was dressed in a simple T-shirt and blue jeans.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I hobbled into the room that contained nothing but a queen-sized bed on a metal frame.
He winked. “Conjugal visit. If you are up for it, of course.”
My heart started beating faster. “Oh, I think I am.”
Rick walked towards me and pulled a handcuff key from his pocket.
I shook my head. “Don’t.”
“Are you sure?”
“We both like it this way, don’t we?”
“Sure, but what are you going to do with your hands behind your …” He smiled as I knelt in front of him.
Rick had barely unbuckled his belt and revealed his cock before I had closed my lips around it. He was already partially erect from just being near me, and he soon hardened further as my tongue danced up and down his shaft. The chains rattled as I moved my head back and forth, and I could feel myself getting turned on by blowing my husband while cuffed.
I enjoyed the feel of Rick’s smooth-skinned cock on my tongue. I looked up at him with submissive eyes and found great joy in seeing the satisfied grin on his face – it made me feel desired, wanted, appreciated. I could feel the muscles in his body tighten as he started edging after a while. He filled my mouth with his cock, and I awaited his ejaculation – but it did not come.
Instead, Rick pulled out and smiled. He unlocked my restraints, and we both undressed. Soon, our naked bodies were coiled together in a warm, passionate embrace as we kissed each other with an intensity I had not felt since we had first started dating. After making out for a while, he grabbed the ring on my collar and pulled me onto the bed, where he proceeded to cuff my hands and ankles to the metal frame, leaving me stretched and helpless.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.
“I don’t want to.” I bit my lower lip as I felt his warm body on top of me.
He allowed his hands to explore every part of my upper body, teasingly tickling the sensitive skin under my arms, causing me to shudder, and tracing the outside of my areolas. At first, he was gentle, using a light touch on my delicate breasts, but he soon started fondling them, massaging them with more pressure. I let out a gasping moan as he pinched both of my nipples at the same time.
I kept pulling at my restraints just to feel the metal and hear the sound of the chains. The collar weighed on my neck, a constant presence, and I loved it. Rick entered me as he had done countless times before, but it felt different.
I was wetter.
He was harder.
The bed creaked as his thrusts increased in force, and after coming inside me, he graciously licked me to a loud, fulfilling climax. The depressing room seemed to melt away around us as the orgasm ravaged my body, and it took several minutes before the stupid grin on my face evaporated and allowed the bleak reality to set in.
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