I was asleep for an unknown time when Officer Carla opened the door and flicked on the lights.
"So you couldn't help yourself, you little sicko. We're going to flay you alive tomorrow, and all you can do is beat off your little Vienna sausage?! We have infrared cameras in here, genius. And I can monitor them from my cell phone anywhere. Regulations state that anyone caught breaking rules gets additional punishment, at the guards' discretion."
I sat up.
"Lie back down. Hands at your sides and hold perfectly still or I get some taser practice."
I complied and lay down on my back, terrified at what my punishment might be. Carla unlocked my cell and entered. She produced two sets of cuffs and locked my wrists to the sides of the cot near my waist. She then attached the ankle shackles to the foot of the cot.
"That will keep you from flogging the bishop! From now on you are going to be restrained at all times."
She then pulled out another handful of some shiny metal objects.
"One of my favorite punishments... nipple clamps. I thought about the other choice, rectal dilation, but you'd probably like that too much."
I had never worn nipple clamps and was not looking forward to the experience with this mean old hag. Carla opened an alcohol wipe and roughly wiped each of my nipples. The cold from the alcohol evaporating made my nipples stand out.
"I picked these out a month ago because of their lovely little teeth. The website also said the springs were very strong and they should not be used more than ten minutes at a time. So two hours should be a good lesson for you."
Without warning, she opened the one clamp and allowed the clamp, with its sharp little teeth, to bite into my left nipple. She might as well have put out a lit cigar on it.
"Ooooooooooooh...OWWWWWW! Please take it off!"
She ignored me and placed the other clamp on my right nipple.
"Oh my GOD, it hurts so bad! Please, please PLEASE take them off! I will be good! I won't masturbate any more. I promise! They really, realy hurt bad!!"
Carla commented, "The website didn't lie; they really ARE strong! Look, the left one already has a little bit of blood!" I looked down and saw a tiny drops of blood forming where the nasty clamp crushed my left nipple so cruelly. Carla then walked out and locked the cell door again behind her.
"See you in two hours. When I come back, it will be time to clean up that hairy bush of yours."
She left me in the dark again.
Although it seemed like forever, for the next two hours I moaned and thrashed back and forth in pain, desperately and futilely trying to shake the clamps loose from my mangled nips. At one point I felt warm fluid drip down the side of my chest from my right nipple. So the right was bleeding now too. It was two hours of just terrible, unrelenting agony.
Just when I felt I might go insane if the clamps were not removed, the light came back on and Carla came into the cell.
"PLEEEEASE... take them off! Please! I won't masturbate again!" I blubbered. I was ignored. This time she had brought another woman with her.
"Jason, this is Myra. She does waxing at a local spa. The Punishment Center has contracted with her to do depilatory treatments for our prisoners who have too much hair. She's going to rip out your bush by the roots. Myra, this is Jason. As you can see, he is already getting a taste of some pain. The nipple clamps were placed because he does not know how to follow the rules and keep his hands off his little weewee."
"Oh very naughty!" said Myra with a cute Spanish accent.
Carla then reached over and unclamped both of my nipples at once. As the blood began to return to my mangled nubs, the pain ratcheted up a notch.
"Ah...ah...ah...AHHHHHEEEEOOOW!" I arched my back in pain.
"They say removing them is the worst," Carla commented to Myra, as if I was not even present and suffering right in front of them. "Oh wow. Look at his nips! Maybe I left these on too long." I raised my head and looked down to see both of my nipples caked in dried blood, with small rivulets of more dried blood running down the sides of my chest. There was also already some purplish-blue bruising forming.
"Let's clean these up so warden is not too upset with me. Wouldn't want an infection," said the sadistic bitch. She then took a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured some over each of my crushed nipples, causing me to howl like a monkey again. She wiped off the dried blood with gauze and put a dab of antibiotic ointment on each nipple. "That ought to do it. Now I am going to sit out here in the hall and read while Myra does her thing. Please do try to remain quiet while I read."
Myra was an adorable, petite, soft-spoken young woman of Mayan descent with only a slight Mexican Spanish accent, who wore the lavender-colored scrubs of her spa. She had a pink plastic box full of her supplies that she put on the floor and opened. She ran an extention cord out to the hall and plugged in a heater for what I would later learn was wax. As the wax melted in the small pot, she started to wipe my genital area down with Betadine swabs.
She quietly blushed, "At our spa, I only do this on women, so seeing you here, a man, restrained in the nude, is a bit embarrassing for me. I am also sorry to be someone who makes your pain more intense, but the rule, apparently, is that all of your publc hair must be removed. Otherwise, I am told, you will not suffer enough pain to satisfy the court."
Oh, thanks, I thought. Embarrassing for YOU?
"Have you ever been waxed before?" she asked.
