
Sitting on the bus I looked back at the last 9 months of my life. Doing time in the County Women’s Correctional Facility my life was abruptly interrupted. My situation was all to common though. A young innocent girl caught holding drugs for my boyfriend when he was pulled over for a busted tail light. He was all supportive and loyal until I was sentenced. A week later he sends me a letter telling me he has found someone else and just wants to move on with his life. What a fucking prick!!! I was so angry, hurt and upset I let one of the women in my cell go down on me. I had never even considered doing anything with another woman before, and although it was an incredible orgasm she brought me to, I thought of it as a one time thing that was never repeated.
When I got off the bus it was about 5 block walk to get to the residence that I would be at for 6 months finishing the 15 month sentence and starting my 3 year probation. I reached the address that was written on my release paper work and found the house to be a nice, two story Victorian style home, with a neat and clean yard in front. I walked up the three steps to the front door and knocked. No answer came so I knocked again. Re-checking my paper work to make sure it was the right place, when the door opened and I was greeted by a smiling young woman about my own age.
“Hi my name is Rachel,” the girl said as an introduction.
“Welcome to hell.”
She giggled a little and I gave her a nervous little smile. Stepping aside to let me in I introduced myself say my name was Lisa and that I was told to report here by my probation officer.
“Of course, Lisa Ann Holter, we have been expecting you,” she said.
Hearing her use my full name made me uneasy. What did this woman I have never met before know about me. Was she fully informed of my crime that had got me here? Was there no confidentiality in this house/
Scanning my uneasiness she smiled and said, “I was told to write your name down on a piece of tape and stick it to your door this morning. I’ll show you were you will be sleeping and then you will go check in with Maggie our house Mother.”
I followed her up the stairs to the last door on the left. Entering the room I saw it had three bunk beds. I was crowded and cramped with hardly enough room to turn around in. She told me I would be on the bottom center bunk and I couldn’t be moved without authorization from the house mother. I set my few little passions that I left jail with on top of the bunk and left the room behind Rachel.
“Maggie, our house mother keeps her office in the basement. We all like to call it her dungeon.” When we reached the basement door she held it open for me and motioned for me to go down the stairs. Past the entrance it was dark and I had to walk slowly down the stairway so I wouldn’t fall.

It was a little lighter at the bottom of the stairs. On the right sat a woman at a large wooden desk. I’d have to guess to be in her mid to late 30’s. She had long black hair that was kept in a tight pony tail that gave her face a hardened look like she was not about to take any shit from anyone.
On her right, was a woman, naked and laying face down on what looked to me to be a padded saw horse. She was blind folded and gagged with a wooden bit that was fastened in place with a buckle at the back of her neck. Her wrist and ankles were secured tightly to the legs near the bottom. Her breast hung on either side of the narrow leather padded top side. Clamps had been attached to her nipples with lead ball waits, painfully pulling her nipples downward. Her but was hanging off the end of the saw horse with a thick blue double headed dildo firmly inserted in both her vagina and her anus. A faint buzzing sound came from the object that was inside of her.
“She missed her curfew,” she told me. “You mess up here you will be reported to your P.O, and sent back to jail.” She got up and I saw then how tall she really was. Almost 6 feet tall, she wasn’t fat by any means. Mature but well toned. Wearing a black skirt that stopped halfway between her full hips and her knees. The white shirt was unbuttoned halfway down exposing lots of cleavage. She had large breast and the nipples were erect and quite visible through the thin white shirt.
“Sometimes I will use discretion in reporting minor violations to the probation office. Miss Sandy here came in late last night. She cried and begged me not to call her P.O., she said she was sorry for missing her curfew and pleaded with me not to have her sent back to jail.” As she was saying this I heard muffled sounds from the naked woman tied to the saw horse. All that could escape from around the wooden bit held snugly in the woman’s mouth was a whimper or a weak groan. Her breathing was getting heavy and her hips were bucking and squirming as much as the restraints that held her allowed. I think she was close to Cumming.
The house mother noticed the sounds coming from her captive as well. She picked up a wooden ruler off her desk. The wood was thick and about 2 inches wide. Stepping to her side she raised the ruler and brought it down with a solid slap on the bare ass presented to her perfectly of the edge the saw horse. She spanked her butt a few more times creating red hot impressions on the punished butt cheeks. The helplessly bound woman yelped from behind her gag on the first strike on her tender ass. After the house mother struck her a few more time she was satisfied by the sound of her victim half whining and half crying that was barley audible.
“I told her I wouldn’t call her P.O. if she would volinteer to be my little whore bitch for the day.”
After she said that she gave me a long, slow look up and down my body that made me uncomfortable. I glanced back at her submissive woman and felt unexpected tingeling between my legs. She was grinding her hips up and down on the narrow leather bed that she could not escape from. The house mother deliverd a few more sharp slaps on her already red rump seemed to set the helpless woman off. Thrashing against her restraints I saw the sweat pop out on her forehead and pour down her face.
The Halfway House pt.2




















































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