Highly recommend reading the first chapter first. This probably makes little sense if you don't
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Chapter 1 Synopsis - Corrections had contacted me about allowing my ex to serve her prison sentence under my control. After amending the contract to make her essentially my sex slave and with assurance that if she was an issue, they would pick her up and return her to prison within two hours, I accepted. My second bedroom was turned into a hardened cell and the ex was delivered in prison orange, handcuffs and leg irons. After successfully completing a multiday orientation period of crawling, being a three hole slut, and strict rules the ex earned additional freedoms including my bed. She was given the clear understanding that the first sign of her old self would end those freedoms.
For about three weeks the ex (aka the slut) was the perfect Stepford wife/prisoner. Slut eagerly received regular oral, anal and vaginal fucking. I used all three holes at least once a day. She kept the house spotless. She woke me up every morning sucking my cock or rimming my ass. She prepared delicious meals, much better than my bachelor attempts.
There may or may not have been a causal relationship, but her attitude and performance took a marked downturn when her period hit. I tried to talk to her about it and got an attitude. Apparently with time her fear of going back to her cellmate Olga had diminished, or she had decided that I wouldn't send her back.
Finally, after one particularly bad job of cleaning the kitchen, I rejected her cleaning job and told slut to scrub the floor again. She refused.
I put her back in handcuffs and leg irons, chained her to the steel bed in the dungeon, told her all special privileges were cancelled, attached the handcuffs to her collar with a short chain, fucked her ass and filled it with the large plug, shut and locked the door. I set the light controller for four hours of light, followed by four hours of darkness, repeating for three cycles. In the next 24 hours slut would experience three day/night cycles, ending the next morning.
The next morning, I took two bottles of water into her cell, gagged her, not wanting to hear her whine, removed the butt plug, and unchained her from the bed, put her on a leash and she crawled to the bathroom to do her business and change her feminine product. Once she was done, I led her crawling back in the cell, removed the ball gag, and slammed the door when she started whining again. I reset the light control for three more short light/dark cycles in the next 24 hours
I kept an eye on her on the monitoring camera. She wandered around the room occasionally but mostly just laid on the bed. She used the slop bucket at least once while I was monitoring the camera. She still hadn't finished the water I left.
The next morning without my newly accustomed wake up warm mouth to wake me up, I overslept a bit. I made a pot of coffee. The monitor showed her sitting on the bed. As I opened the cell door, I saw her scramble down into proper kneeling position on the floor. I asked her if she had anything to say and she perfectly recited all ten rules. I asked if that meant slut was ready to follow them again. She promised she would and begged for another chance.
I removed the handcuffs and leg irons, connected her leash and led her to the bathroom. I told her to do her normal morning routine and I would fix my own breakfast. Her normal morning routine was to use the toilet, take an enema, shower, shave any stubble, release her enema, and fix her hair and makeup.
She crawled over to my chair and knelt properly. I motioned her under the table and resumed eating. Slut crawled under the table and kissed my balls before kissing and licking my cock. She got it nice and wet and then looked me in the eyes and took my cock full depth into her throat in one long quick push. I was getting concerned about her breathing or rather the lack of, when she backed enough to take three deep breaths, then pushing me back down her throat. slut started fucking her throat, taking me deep, then back off for a breath and backdown her throat. Her throat is tight and fucking it like that just felt incredible. It was difficult but I managed to finish my breakfast while slut apologized to my cock. As I was finishing my eggs, I was debating whether to cum down her throat or paint her face. I decided I didn't want to mess up her makeup before I reinforced that she was on probation, so I grabbed her head, went deep down her throat and emptied two days production of cum down her throat.
She choked and sputtered, then got control and licked and sucked my cock clean. I told her kneel, she crawled out from under the table and assumed the requested position, knees spread wide, back straight, shoulders back, hands laced behind her head with elbows back and hips rotated forward presenting slut's cunt. I clamped the clover clamps onto her nipples and hung the weight in the middle of the chain connecting them
I told slut, "We are back to square one. I expect you to obey the rules. You will again sleep in the cell. The only changes are that you will still prepare all meals. The cell door will remain open, and slut will perform the morning wake up duties as long as slut shows renewed enthusiasm in serving me. This is your second chance, don't count on a third. Corrections are not happy with my recent daily reports and have asked if I want to withdraw from the program."
That last statement had the desired shock effect, the reaction was clear in her face and body language. "You wouldn't send me back? I wouldn't survive!" She almost sobbed.
I kept a stone face and told her, "We had a deal for you to be here, you made promises to make me change my mind and accept the program. If you can't keep your promises, the deal is off. You have this one more chance to show me, you can obey my rules and show the promised obedience."
"Oh, I will, I will. You want a sex slave, I'll be the best one ever." Slut promised.
I told her, "I will accept nothing less. Eat breakfast and then I want the kitchen spotless. I put the rest of the eggs and bacon on a plate and put it on the floor in front of her. Slut's hands immediately went to the middle of her back, and she cleaned up the plate without them.
While my reports to Corrections had been less than glowing, it had been clear that they didn't want her back and they hoped I could handle the situation. I figured this last scare should be good for at least another month.
I went back to work at my desk watching slut, clean the accumulated dirty dishes, clean the countertop and scrub the floors on her hands and knees. I found it amusing that whenever slut scrubbed the kitchen floor her ass was waving at me. I have yielded to the temptation more than once, though rarely in the hold she wanted.
