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By *aveyougotmymarbles OP Man
2 weeks ago

3rd rock from the sun

I had been a prisoner here several times over the past few years and I always came back to visit now and again. I had almost ended up back behind the bars on several occasions but had somehow been lucky enough to avoid it.

I wasn't really paying attention that day just thinking back over my time inside when one of the guards appeared in front of me.

It wasn't often that i crossed paths with her these days. Luckily for me as she always had me on edge as she seemed to have a knack of getting me to comply. I had most of time been able to resist and stay on the right side of the prison bars. I felt a shiver run down my spine as she addressed me. I politely replied addressing her with her correct title. She was to close for me to get away with anything else. We talked openly and politely.

I don't know why but i felt really nervous today. Maybe it was that i wasn't expecting to see her, maybe it was the fact she was only feet from me or maybe just maybe it was the fact that i knew all she needed to do were simple actions and gentle words and she would have me inside in minute. I was foolish to think that she didn't already know this.

The conversation stopped but she remained where she was ignoring the other visitors and the prisoners who were clamoring for her attention. She knew from experience I hated the silence. She knew i would react to it eventually. I did. I took a slight step back putting a few more inches between us. She stepped forward closing the distance. Making it closer than before. I felt another shiver run down my spine. We were closer now than at any time since my last incarceration. She lent forward, her head at the side of mine

"Don't walk away from me Heather" she whispered

I froze. Her words soft and as commanding as normal. I turned my head to look at her face just inches from mine a smile on her face

"I'm sorry Miss" the words came weekly from me lips

"I have news for you Heather" again she talked quietly

"What is that Miss?"

"your count has reached 100 and its time for you to go back inside" Her voice slightly louder and more authoritarian then before.

"my count Miss?" I asked barely able to get the words out. I could feel my body tense unsure what was happening.

It was at this moment i felt her hand come to rest on my chest and start to trace up to my throat before stopping.

"Yes heather your count" came her response "I keep track of two things in relation to you and some other ex prisoners. Did you know that?"

I shook my head. "No miss I didn't"

"Well heather I count two things each adds to a total. The first is the number of weeks you have been a free woman. You get 2 points for every week you are this side of the bars. You also get 5 points every time we meet and you frustrate me by not submitting and let me take you back inside"

I looked at her.

"You got to 100 points last time we met" her lips forming a wicked smile as she finished her comment.

I felt her hand move a finger slipping under the chain on my collar. With a slight pull on it she spoke again. "Follow me Heather. your days as a free woman are up"

She started to walk her finger still through my collar. i could feel the chain tighten across my throat. I stumbled as i started to follow her. I don't know why I did. I think I realized that she did know the affect she had on me. She just never used it to this point. I didn't stand a chance of being able to avoid this today.

We quickly walked to the gate into the intake area. releasing her grip on my collar she opened the door. "In you go Heather. You know the drill" came her voice.

I as if on autopilot I walked through the gate and started to strip. Shaking my head in a moment of realization of where I now was I stopped Just as the entry gate slammed shut behind me. Turning to look back at the gate. She was just standing there watching me a stern look on her face. "Hurry up Heather I don't have all day" Her voice louder and with a harsher tone than she had used up to this point.

I quickly stripped dropping my clothes in a heap on the floor then knelt on the cold stone floor in front of her, my head lowered knowing what I was yet to endure during this intake. She stood there for a moment looking down at me. "You are a good girl when you want to be Heather. That may be why i enjoy doing this to you so much. You are never as brave once I get you through that first gate" she said bursting into laughter as she did. I was a little taken aback by this admission from her..

I remained still waiting for her to continue. She loved this part. She knows I hate when she does nothing. I can feel a chill on my skin as my nerves build. Eventually she starts to step around me and takes up a position behind me where I can no longer see her. Again she just stands there for what feels like an eternity to me. Her hands finally come to rest on my shoulders. "Head forward Heather you know your collar isn't prison issue" come her words again soft in my ear. I instinctively lower my head forward as her fingers slide under my hair to the buckle on the back of my collar. I cant help but shiver as her fingers run over my neck. She feels it to. "Oh how i do love that response" she chuckles pulling my collar free. I make a grab for it but am to slow. "Don't worry Heather I will keep it safe. I always do don't I?"

"Yes miss you do" I whisper

Again she starts to move kicking my clothes across to the incinerator chute. "We can get rid of these for a while" she says laughing as she pushes them down. "You prisoners will have some heat tonight".

Buckling my collar together she hangs it on a vacant hook then lifts up as set of standard issue prison restraints and throwing them on the floor in front of me. "Put them on Heather" I quickly do as instructed adding the wrist and ankle cuffs before picking up the collar from the floor. "Stop there Heather" comes her command. Stepping forward she takes the collar from my hand and again steps behind me. Again I feel her hands around my throat guiding it into position. Quickly she does up the buckle pulling it one notch tighter than it should really be. I can feel it pressing into my skin.

"I am glad you came here today Heather. I have wanted to feel the collar tighten around your throat for a few weeks now and it did feel as good to do as I had hoped" I was a little taken aback by this admission from her. I remained quiet trying to process what she had said. "What do you think of that Heather?"

"thank you Miss" are the only words i can muster.

A few moments pass. no words between us. I feel like the stone floor is just getting colder the longer I kneel. I close my eyes and wait knowing the inspections I will still need to endure before being taken to my cell

I hear Miss moving then her soft words reach my ear. "Do we need to carry out the internal and drug tests this time Heather?"

"No Miss. You know i don't take drugs and I have never tried to smuggle anything into the prison."

"I know Heather but you know that I have to check things off".

"I understand Miss"

"I will take your word for it this time Heather but if I find out otherwise" her voice trailed off. I knew it was a threat and one not to be taken lightly. I had experienced her wrath for lying to her about something during on of my previous stays here and it's not something I wanted to experience again.

Again she is on the move. She reaches out grabbing a leash from a hook on the wall turning quickly on her heels she reaches down and clips it to my prison collar. "Come Heather lets get you to your regular cell. I have kept it vacant for you" a wicked edge to her voice.

She starts to walk towards the gate into the main prison wing. I try to stand to walk behind her but I'm not quick enough and the pull from the leash causes me to end up on my hands and knees. "Crawl Heather. There's a good girl". I look up. She is standing there smiling. I now know she did that deliberately to me.

I start to crawl. the rough stone of the prison floor digging into my knees and palms as i am dragged behind her. I am never able to keep up with her walking pace. We make our way through the prison to the cell area then around to cell 164. My old cell. Memories start flooding back as she unlocks the door. I freeze for a second. "Please Miss.." my voice trails off.

"But Heather your due to be here. You know that as well as I do. Now get inside that cell". I remain frozen then feel a sharp tug on the leash. "Remember Heather resisting me just makes it worse for you".

I reluctantly crawl forward into the cold cell. turning to face her. Her hand comes down and removes the leash from my collar and hangs it on the hook outside the cell before closing the rusted steel gate in front of me. I see her pull a marker from the trouser leg of her prison uniform. "I have some special instructions for your containment this time Heather" She grins down at me then starts to write on the board next to my cell gate.

"Do i get to know Miss?"

"You will find out soon enough Heather" she grins wickedly

"Yes Miss" comes my response. I feel defeated. I only came here to visit today and now here I am an inmate again.

"Oh and Heather"

"Yes Miss" I reply

"Your count is also the starting length of your prison term" She laughs.

I feel my heart sink. She has put me here several times now but never for this length of time before. I look up and see her smiling back at me through the gate

"See you soon Heather" she says turning and walking away leaving me to contemplate my fate. All i can think is that this is going to be a long and hard imprisonment.