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Yahoo Prison
By evilman
Chapter 1
My wife is beautiful, I have always known so. 31 years old, blond, 5'7, 115lbs, Hispanic looks, olive skin and a great figure, not a full round figure but very sexy, slim with a little curve in the right places, a gently shaped stomach and firm pert breasts. Eye candy, the type of girl who drew looks in the street.
Elena has always been strong and determined, intelligent and proud, whilst also very stubborn. God we have had some arguments, her of course totally illogical, but like all women, it always finishes up with my feeling guilty. Her stubbornness and strength have always been a total turn on and frustration to me. Ever since I first got his hands sticky as a teenager I have dreamt of girls in trouble, caught, snared, used, interrogated – sexy, tough and suffering for it. From when I first met Elena she has been the girl in these dreams, naked, suspended, sweaty.
Dreams are one thing, reality is something else completely. As hot as she is, as flirty as she can be, she is as straight as they came, no kinky desires at all. It drives me round the bend at times, wanting to see her used, her submitting for my pleasure, as I sit back with a beer and enjoy the scene. When we're both drunk I often ask her, talk about my desires to see her hurting, suffering for me. She always laughs, pretending I am joking, but then we play a little light bondage as I fuck her on the bed, her wrists tied above her head, pumping and pawing at her toned body. She moans and bites her lip, often telling me not to be so rough, as I try to imagine her naked body taut and bruised while I fuck her.
Despite the best efforts I know Elena does not enjoy these games, there is just nothing submissive in her personality at all.
Yahoo Messenger came as a relief to me, the day I found the chat rooms I knew I could expand my dreams, talk with like minded people, and live out my fantasies in chat. Though I joked about it online I never believed it would ever become real, that I would see what I wanted. It was not that I did not want to watch her really suffer, I did, it was more about the safety, especially my safety, during and after. I had no guts for it. What if she reported it? Realized I was involved? Or if I became too involved during? I wanted to see her on a rack, not myself.
It had started very, very slowly. As usual I had been chatting away to various people, some guys, some girls, some guys pretending to be girls etc. when a message popped up;
'HI'
Nothing unusual in that I get many messages when on line. The handle caught my eye though;
'JAILFUN4USALL'
I have always had a prison thing. Often as I daydream away, Elena appears on holiday with me, and ends up in some deep South American Jail where, in the deepest cell her screaming round the room, making the guards watching smile, as her piss drips from the steel table onto the white tiled floor.
Rather than ignore the message, as I did with many, I replied;
'Hi, interesting handle'
And off the chatting went, taking its usual course, 'JAILFUN4USALL' asking about Elena, my responding and the chat slowly building to our desires for her, and a discussion of what she would suffer, how she would suffer it, and on and on.
'Can I add u?' came the question, 'please do' I typed at the end of a particularly brutal shared fantasy. So we added each other to our friends.
I chatted infrequently with 'JAILFUN4USALL', though with time these chats became more regular, becoming an almost daily event. Elena was taken to pieces in almost every way possible, each time the fantasy involving a different and more inventive scenario, sometimes she was willing, often forced, sometimes she was tortured, sometimes she just danced. The third time we chatted I shared a couple of pics of a blurred Elena in a Bikini, a session or two later a few of her un-blurred and on holiday, clothed, but sexy in her skimpy tops and jeans.
And so it went on, 'JAILFUN4USALL' became Greg, Greg felt he knew Elena very well, and I got to know a little about Greg. Greg the Prison warder, ex-military divorced and to quote Greg, 'a professional sadist'
Then
'Want to meet for a drink?'
'yes'
and so we met.
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