Each second of the timer counting down felt like an hour. He had sat there with so many questions running through his mind, the biggest one of all being was this even real. As if in a totally different universe, the thirty minutes for her flew by as she made all of the last minute preparations for what was next. She placed the prison uniform, size XL, on the table in the middle of the main downstairs room. Along with it, she included a pair of standard issue, women’s panties and a stainless steel chastity device – she was not above adding some additional humiliation to the situation. The last thing she did before heading back upstairs was to put on her favorite black strap on under her skirt – there was something about the power she drew from it that made her feel like a superwoman, and right now, she wanted that feeling.
As she walked back into the room, she could tell that he was nervous. The time left alone with his thoughts had the desired effect as his cockiness was replaced with the fear, and that fear was palpable.
“Robert, after weighing all of the evidence against you, I have reached a verdict in the case presented against you,” she looked up from her paper and looked him dead in the eyes. “And I have decided that you will spend the remainder of your days housed in the prison at this location until you are put to death at the time and in the manner of my choosing. This judgement is final, and not open to appeal. From this point, until the moment you take your final breath, you will be identified as inmate 1632, and forgo any rights you may have been granted up until this point. Nod your head in the affirmative if you understand my judgment.”
He sat there in stunned disbelief. Less than 24 hours ago, he jumped in a car and drove across two states to live out a fantasy, and somehow ended up in a nightmare. He never nodded, just stared. She stood up, reached in the top drawer of her desk for keys and walked around to where he was sitting. Before starting to unlock him, she reached into the pocket of her skirt, took out a syringe, pulled back the plunger and stuck it in his neck. The way he panicked, you would have thought it was a lethal injection, which was a pretty logical thought considering the circumstances, but it was just something to make him a little more docile and help her get him downstairs. As she squatted down to unlock his ankles and replace the fixed cuffs with leg irons, he noticed the head of her black strap on peek out from under her skirt and he couldn’t help but stare. It tucked itself away as she stood up and focused on his wrists and the main center strap, but in his current state, the sexual thoughts he derived from the thought of it were mixing with the thoughts of his impending doom.
“Inmate, on your feet,” she raised her voice as she gave the directive. “We’re now going to where you will spend the rest of your miserable life.”
It was extremely purposeful that she kept him hooded when she brought him to the house in order to make sure there was complete sensory overload for him in the moment that was about to take place. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, she took out a set of keys and used them to open several locks on the door. The door opened and she pushed him inside, it was almost completely black inside. She reached for the light switch and flipped it up and the room filled with overwhelming daylight. He saw the two cells, the table in the middle with a pile of orange clothes on top as well as what looked to be a cross with more traditional BDSM implements along the wall. She kept him moving to the center of the room.
“I am going to uncuff you right now, and put you’re going to put on this standard issue uniform. If you choose to make an unwise decision, and try something stupid, you will breathe your last breath before you see the inside of your cell,” she said those words as she pressed a small pistol into his side, although the injection had put him in a state where he’d be amenable to absolutely anything. “That drug I gave you also keeps you flaccid for quite a while so it will make it nice and easy to lock up that little thing that put you in this position in the first place.”
She set down the pistol and picked up the chastity device, grabbing and squeezing his balls with her other hand. She put on the device, locked it to the ring she’d forced over his balls and immediately dropped the key down the drain in the middle of the floor.
“Don’t look so shocked, you’ll never be needing that thing again anyway,” she said in an extremely cold tone. “I hope your last jerk at the hotel was a good one.”
She had him pull on the panties and then the rest of the uniform before parading him to the wall and taking photos with her phone. After finishing, she paraded him across the room and they stood in front of one of the cells.
“This is where you will spend the remainder of your life, until I decided it is over. You will be permitted out of the cell for three hours per day. Two of those hours will be to complete basic chores in the main room, alone; and the other will be an hour of atonement – extreme punishment, executed by me,” she felt an uncomfortableness in her crotch as she said the words – she was beyond turned on. “At a date and time of my choosing, your sentence will be carried out as decided earlier and until then, you’ll stay here.”
She pushed him inside the cell. When he lost his balance and grabbed the metal toilet/sink combo with both hands, she seized the opportunity. She immediately got behind him, hiked up her skirt and pulled out her strap on. With a disgusting sound, she drew form from her lungs and spit on her large, black appendage. She used two fingers to break the connection to her mouth and used what came off on them to apply directly on his now exposed asshole. Without hesitation, she forced herself inside him – there would be no attempt at all to make this pleasurable, this fuck was to teach a lesson. At one point he tried to protest, and she reached for his head, slamming it off the sink. When the adrenaline subsided, she pulled out sharply leaving him on the floor and bleeding from his head and his asshole. She pulled down her skirt, looked over him and spit in his face.
“That is just a taste of how you made those poor girls feel innate – your bitch ass is mine now,” her eyes looked like laser beams as she said the words. “Rest up, that’s just the beginning. Morning meal will be served in about an hour.”
With that she slammed and locked the cell door, and walked away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him looking out at her with his face flush with fear, and to her delight, she noticed tears mixed with the dripping blood. Now she would decide exactly how long he’d suffer before she ended his miserable life.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wkwyft/judge_jury_and_executrix_part_4_bdsm_femdom