1. The Jail Bunny Ch. 01


    Date: 8/8/2024, Categories: Fetish, Author: byHandcuffedAngie 

    ... make the experience as real as I could for the both of us.

He unlocked the cuffs from my wrists and I put my hands on the wall as he had requested. I heard him set the metal cuffs down on the desk and his hands gripped my waist and began to make their way up my body, patting me down. They frisked my stomach and then each of my arms and finally my chest. I felt an even warmer tingling sensation between my legs. Then his hands patted my hips, all the way down my legs, and then up my thighs and between my legs. I took a deep heavy breath.

"Take off all of your clothes," he ordered.

I smiled to myself and turned and faced him, trying to remain in character. I removed my t-shirt and jeans and my socks and shoes and I stood there in my lace bra and matching panties.

He shook his head.

"Those are unacceptable attire, here," he stated. "You'll be issued plain white undergarments. Please remove them."

I shrugged and took them off and stood in front of him completely naked. He couldn't help but smile as he stared at me, even though he'd seen my naked body many times. He walked around me, grinning, taking in every inch: my breasts, my glistening wet pussy, my ass.

"Get a good enough look," I remarked, trying to pull myself back into the moment, trying to act as someone truly being sent to jail and subjected to this treatment would act.

Finally, he got himself back into character and he handed me a white tank-top undershirt and a pair of plain white ...
    ... panties.

"Put them on," he instructed.

I did as I was told. Then he handed me an orange uniform. This wasn't some cheap fantasy costume from an online intimacy store: they were a shirt and pants akin to orange scrubs. On the back, 'CITY JAIL' was stencilled in black lettering.

"Put it on," he said. I put the uniform on and stood there and finally, he handed me a pair of white socks and a pair of grey canvas shoes. I put them on as well.

He took me by the arm and led me over to another wall where there was a height chart. He stood me in front of it and he handed me a sign which, on a black background with white lettering, read:

BRENNAN, KELLIE

INMATE 2262024

"Face the camera and hold the sign up," he instructed. I did as I was told and he took a picture of me and then a picture of each side of me.

He walked over to me and turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back and I felt the handcuffs lock around my wrists again. He led me out of the booking area and into the block of cells. He stopped me at one of them, removed the handcuffs, guided me into the cell, and then closed the door, locking it, with a loud clang.

"Get comfortable," he said. "This will be your room for the next six months."

He walked away and left me alone. I let the confinement and the isolation of it all settle in and wash over me and it continued to titillate me even more. The vulnerability of it, the fact that I was locked in and couldn't leave -- I shuddered with excitement. I knew ...
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