How I Became the Submissive in My Cell

Everyone’s heard stories about what goes on behind bars, and I want to tell you mine.

The chains jingled against my ankles while the bus crossed the open countryside on the way to the prison where I was going to spend a whole year. The view was beautiful, and I wanted to imprint it on my memory second by second, because it would be the last I would see for a long time. The meadows melted into the distant hills; sheep and cows grazed as if no trouble in the world could ever reach them.

I also saw a bird of prey that glided for a few moments and then swooped down with perfect elegance to catch its victim. How I envied that solitary bird, completely free, untouched by the miseries of this world.

Soon the hills gave way to the walls and razor wire of the prison. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to hold on to the images I had just seen, and then turned to watch the other inmates.

I shivered. They all had tattoos and piercings, and they were chatting among themselves as if they had known one another all their lives.

I felt completely out of place. I was the only one who hadn’t said a word on the whole journey. I sat there in my flowered dress, my brown mane falling down my back, trying to keep my composure despite the restraints.

Was it really worth the mess I’d gotten myself into?

My son had been growing marijuana in the storage room at home. I didn’t know, but I took the blame to protect him: he was just about to finish medical school, and a criminal record would have ruined his future. He was going to do great things, unlike me, who was still just a secretary at a bad-reputation computer company. What did I have to lose?

That was the first thing I thought. If I had known exactly what I was going to lose, maybe I would have made a different choice.

The bus braked hard, and we were ordered to get off in a line.

That would be my home for the next twelve months. I looked around: bare gray brick, bars everywhere, barbed wire. I had seen it a thousand times on television, but nothing prepares you for the instant when you’re standing there in chains, knowing that as soon as that huge door closes, that will be your life and you’ll have to suck it up no matter what.

It’s strange how, as soon as you walk down that corridor and the rest of the inmates fix you with their stares, your stomach twists, your head clouds over, and all you can think about is one thing: survival. Nothing but survival.

It isn’t the time you spend inside that transforms you, but the exact moment the doors close behind your back and you move forward among women who spit at you and insult you while cheering on the ones who come back for reoffending.

From that instant on I knew I was the outsider. Looking at the others, I found no one like me. I had had the typical Catholic upbringing: Mass every Sunday, I even taught catechism at the parish. I married at twenty-three and had never had sex before marriage. I was almost forty and still as prudish as ever. With my husband I fucked twice a month, with the lights off, always in the same position, and not once had I ever orgasmed with him inside me. I didn’t even know a woman could gush until I experienced it in that prison.

***

One of my clearest memories is of that cold, damp, stifling room where they left me. I stood there, not knowing what was going to happen. I saw a desk and a couple of chairs, and assumed it would be an interview or some paperwork. How wrong I was.

The door opened and a tall, broad blonde figure came in.

—Come on, we don’t have all day, you know? —she said, looking me up and down.

—What? —I asked in a thin voice, utterly innocent.

—I need you to strip before I send you to your cell. Can you hurry up? I’ve got thirty more to check and I want to be done in an hour —she said as she came closer and pulled my dress strap down, as if she were helping me.

I was an adult woman and didn’t need a fat correctional officer who looked like she’d stepped out of a wrestling team to undress me. Even so, I stripped with her help. I didn’t dare protest. She was determined I do it as quickly as possible. My face burned with shame when I saw a second woman appear while I was taking off the last garment.

I was completely naked. My forty-year-old mother’s tits were out, my nipples hardened from the cold of the room, and I felt the two officers devouring me with their eyes, lingering without any shame on the brown triangle of my cunt and the curve of my ass.

—Look at the fresh meat they brought us today —said the second one, clicking her tongue—. And she’s even got a little hairy cunt. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one like that.

—Shut up and take notes —the blonde cut in.

She shoved me over the desk. The cold wood hit my tits and nipples, and I let out a gasp of surprise. She ran her fingers along my spine, from the nape of my neck to the top of my buttocks, and opened my ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them wide so my asshole was exposed under the white light.

—Pretty ass, princess —she murmured—. Let’s see what you’re hiding in there.

She spat on my asshole, a thick gob that I felt drop and slide down the crack. Slowly, she pushed two thick fingers into my anus, stretching the skin, forcing in to the knuckle. I screamed. I had never had anything shoved there, not even my own finger in the shower. I shuddered as I felt her trying to push more in. To my horror, after a brutal shove, I felt three fingers enter, then four to the last knuckle, prying my ass open as if it were a pod. Tears fell onto the desk and the pain burned from my anus to my belly.

—Relax your ass, fatso, because if you squeeze it, it’ll hurt more —she snapped, twisting her fingers inside—. There, that’s it. You’re clearly a virgin back there. Noted.

She yanked her fingers out with a wet pop, and I was left feeling the burning emptiness in my ass, my asshole throbbing open. I didn’t dare look. Then she flipped me onto my back on the desk and wrenched my legs apart, putting my heels on the edge of the table. I was completely exposed, cunt and anus in the air, in front of both of them.

She fondled my tits with both hands, pinching my hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger, twisting them until a gasp escaped me. She squeezed them, weighed them in her hands, tugged them upward as if checking the merchandise.

—Nice motherly whore tits —she commented to her partner, still kneading me—. Still firm. She’s going to do well in here, you’ll see.

Then her hands slid to my crotch. I took a deep breath and held it while she positioned herself, looking straight between my thighs. With her thumbs she spread my cunt lips and stayed there, examining me. I felt the cold air enter me. Then she plunged two fingers into my cunt, without warning, all the way to the bottom. I choked out a cry. She moved them in circles, feeling the walls, pushing upward, touching something that made my back arch against my will. I could feel my cunt getting wet against my principles, dampening under the rough handling, and I hated myself for it.

—Well, well, look at her. The prude is getting wet —she laughed, pulling out her shiny fingers and holding them an inch from my face—. Smell it, look at what you’ve got there. Hot whore cunt.

She ran her wet fingers over my lips, forcing me to taste my own flavor. I closed my eyes and turned my face away, but she shoved them into my mouth until I could taste my own juices on my tongue.

—You’re going to have to wait there. I knew you were going to be work —she said, bringing my face close to hers for a moment before leaving the room.

When she came back, she was carrying a bucket and something small at the tip of her fingers.

—Stay where you are. I’ll tell you when you can move.

I clenched my buttocks with all my strength while she seemed to push something into my ass with her fingers, forcing it as far up as possible. I felt an explosion of warm liquid flooding my insides, rising, filling me. A whimper escaped me and she laughed while she slapped my ass.

—Now get up and hold it. When you can’t take it anymore, use the bucket, understood? —she shouted.

—Yes, ma’am. Understood —I replied weakly.

But I didn’t understand, I had no idea. I would find out very soon.

She forced me to stand in a corner while she watched me, alert to every movement. My stomach started rumbling and I felt dull cramps low in my belly. I began pacing around the room, and in that horrifying moment a sudden, unbearable urge to use the toilet hit me.

I ran to the bucket clutching my belly, rocking back and forth, letting out what the enema had put inside me. I had to practically drag myself away. My insides hurt terribly and I felt degraded to the deepest point. I crawled to a corner, hugged my knees, and rocked myself in an effort to soothe the pain, while I watched the woman inspect what was in the bucket, lifting it and examining it closely.

I was so disgusted I wanted to vomit. They tossed me a horrible blue jumpsuit, I dressed in a hurry, and I left there following another officer to my cell.

***

That first night I did nothing but cry; I sobbed from nightfall until dawn broke and the breakfast bell rang. The following weeks I walked, talked, ate, showered, and even used the bathroom with a certain degree of normality.

There was a group of women in my same unit who, during free time, while we watched TV or played pool, laughed at me and pestered me, calling me a prude.

One day, the leader of the group grabbed my hair and dragged me toward her.

—Watch yourself, princess. I’m keeping an eye on you —she whispered.

I was so scared that after that I hardly ever left my cell. I didn’t realize that was exactly what they wanted.

One afternoon, while I was alone, a group of about six women came in and surrounded me. I felt panic. The leader, whose name was Reina, came over to my bunk and sat beside me.

—We can do this the easy way or the hard way —she said, winking at me.

I knew perfectly well what she wanted. I had heard the rumors and stories about those who didn’t obey, so I lay back slowly and accepted her advances.

She put her fingers in my mouth and I choked at first, until she took my fingers into her own mouth and sucked them tenderly. I followed her example; I didn’t want to anger her. I sucked the tips of her fingers eagerly while her other hand started sliding down my body.

I felt it pass over my breasts and glide across my belly. I breathed slowly as she slipped her fingers between my thighs, barely brushing me. I moved closer to her, she leaned in to kiss me, and I kissed her back. Her tongue entered my mouth, thick and skilled, playing with mine. With her other hand she opened my jumpsuit, pulled out a tit, and pinched the nipple until it was hard as a stone.

—Look how delicious this is, princess —she murmured against my neck while two of her fingers slid into my cunt and started pumping slowly—. You’re drenched. A whole soaked nun.

The sensation was incredible, but then something rebelled inside me. I didn’t want to be there, I didn’t belong in that place, I didn’t want to do this. I shoved her. One of her friends lunged in and pinned my shoulders to the bed. I tried to kick and struggle as much as I could, but another opened my legs, took a sheet from the top bunk, and tied my ankles to the bedposts.

The binding was so tight it hurt my skin, and at that moment I knew my first option, obeying, would have been the most sensible. I writhed and resisted as much as I could while they ripped my jumpsuit off in one pull. The buttons flew all over the cell. I was left naked, tied to the bunk, legs spread wide and hairy cunt exposed before six women who were licking their lips.

—Look at this bitch’s cunt jewel —said Reina, running her fingers through my brown bush—. Still unshaven. Just like the old days.

One after another, they did whatever they wanted with me. At first they made me lick one of them, a tall woman I later came to know as Marlene. She straddled my face, pulled her jumpsuit down to her knees, and slammed her open cunt against my mouth. She smelled like a woman, a strong, metallic, saline smell. I felt her wet lips crushing my nose and mouth.

—Stick your tongue out, prude. Out. Nice and long —she ordered, grabbing my hair—. Now lick. Bottom to top. Slowly.

Eating her pussy disgusted me; I had never done anything like that and the mere idea repulsed me. But I stuck out my tongue and ran it over that soft, wet flesh, tasting another woman for the first time. Her juices filled my mouth. She moved over my face, rubbing herself, guiding me, forcing me to put my tongue inside her hole and suck her swollen clit.

—That’s it, bitch, that’s it. Eat it all. Suck my clit. Push it in deeper —she panted, riding my face.

While Marlene fucked my mouth with her cunt, Reina positioned herself between my open legs and started licking me. And that was where I lost my mind. Her trained tongue traced circles around my clit, moved up and down my lips, slid inside me. No one had ever eaten my pussy like that. My husband had tried two or three times in eighteen years and always acted like it disgusted him. Reina did it like someone devouring a delicacy.

I felt my whole belly contract. I tried to resist, not to let myself go, but my body was acting on its own. I came all over Reina’s mouth, with Marlene’s cunt filling my mouth, tied up, humiliated, ashamed, screaming against the flesh that covered my face. A long, wild orgasm that shook my hips and made me pull against the restraints.

—Look at the prude —Reina laughed, lifting her face slick with my juices—. She came. The first time and already cumming like a slut. You’re going to be mine, princess.

The second time they came to my cell I kept calm. I didn’t resist like before and, I have to admit, it was a much better experience, although that night I was their slave and didn’t get any pleasure of my own: they made me please them. I knelt on the floor when they told me to and used my tongue and fingers until they were exhausted.

One by one they sat on the edge of the bunk with their legs open, and I crawled on my knees from one cunt to the next. I licked, sucked, ate, slipped my tongue into every hole, learning to tell each one apart by taste. Reina had a large clit and liked it when I bit it gently. Marlene came when I put three fingers in her cunt and my thumb in her ass at the same time. Another, a short brunette called Susana, wouldn’t come until I licked her asshole for a long time, sinking my tongue inside while I fingered myself with my hands occupied in her ass.

They made me suck cunt for hours. They made me drink their orgasms. They forced me to swallow without letting a single drop fall. Whenever one of them came, she shoved her throbbing clit deep into my throat and pressed my face against her groin until I ran out of breath.

I still remember Marlene squatting over me so I would lick her; she spread her legs so wide that, laughing, she started peeing on me. The hot stream hit my mouth first, then my face, then ran down my neck and soaked my tits. She was laughing her head off and the others were clapping while I, mouth open and obeying, swallowed what I could. My jumpsuit ended up soaked through. I felt like a human toilet, used, mistreated, humiliated.

—Drink, bitch, drink everything I give you —Marlene panted while she kept pissing on me—. This is where you belong. Under me, mouth open.

It became routine. I couldn’t say whether I hated it or enjoyed it; I think it was a mix of both, to be honest. Every night my cunt got wet on its own when I heard the footsteps in the corridor, and every morning I woke up with sticky thighs and my mouth still tasting like another woman’s pussy.

Time passed and the sessions became longer and more intense. They used me in a thousand ways: from picking up the things they threw at me while I crawled along the floor like a bitch, to following them on my knees glued to their heels. They did things to me with the handle of a brush, with a shampoo bottle, with a carrot stolen from the kitchen that they shoved into my cunt while Reina sucked my clit and another woman licked my asshole. I learned how to come from the front and the back at the same time, with my face pressed to the cell floor and my ass raised.

***

One day the change came. It was the first Monday of the month, my fourth Monday behind bars. I had heard that on Wednesday a new group of prisoners would be arriving, and I had been praying for days that they would finally free me from all those humiliations.

That afternoon, Marlene came to my cell and sat on the bed.

—I know how humiliated you feel, and I’ve come to make you an offer —she said, looking me in the eyes—. If you’re willing to go through initiation, you can become one of us and help us enjoy the new girl on Wednesday.

I thought about it for a minute. Truthfully, I was scared of what they might do to me if I refused, but in the back of my mind the idea appealed to me. I had already spent weeks dreaming of being on the other side, of being the one who parted another woman’s legs and showed her how to suck cock.

—What would I have to do? —I asked timidly.

—Let me give you a piercing, dear. You’ve already seen mine and the others’. That’s how we initiate the new girls. We all start out like you, and you’ve proven you deserve to be part of the group.

I took a deep breath and thought for a few moments: a piercing wasn’t forever; I could take it out if I stopped liking it. And I remembered how they writhed with pleasure when I brushed the bar or ring with my tongue, how Marlene came in spurts when I sucked the little metal ball that pierced her hood.

—Does it hurt? —I asked.

—Honestly, no. It stays a bit sensitive for a few days, but it makes you smile when you walk.

—But it won’t go through my clit, right?

—No! It’ll be in the hood. You’ll have the same as me, a vertical piercing. Maximum pleasure, minimum pain, trust me —she said with a smile.

—All right. I accept the piercing —I blurted out, as if afraid I might change my mind the next second. I had already said yes and there was no turning back.

***

The next day, the girls came to my cell. Marlene had the jewelry between her fingers and Reina had the needle and everything necessary. I felt a huge knot in my throat as I let the jumpsuit fall to the floor and lay down on the bed, naked, with my legs spread as wide as possible.

Reina settled carefully between my thighs and started to tug gently at my clit. She massaged it with two fingers, pinched it slowly, licked the hood with the tip of her tongue until I felt it swell and come out of hiding. I later learned that was to stimulate it and prepare it. When it was good and hard and protruding, Marlene came over with cotton and alcohol and carefully cleaned the whole area.

I closed my eyes and clenched my teeth when I felt her place the little tube. I thought it was too late to back out now.

To be honest, it wasn’t nearly as terrible as I had imagined. A brief sting, a hot tug, and before I knew it the jewelry was in place, piercing my hood, pressing the metal bar against my swollen clit. I looked down and saw the little ball gleaming between my inflamed lips.

—My God, it’s beautiful! —I said.

And looking at my freshly pierced cunt, I added:

—I’m very proud I did it.

Marlene had been right: it felt so good. She knelt down and licked it with the tip of her tongue, very slowly, playing with the ball, pushing it up and down. Each movement sent shocks through my clit. I felt the orgasm start to rise within seconds.

—Look how worked up you’re getting, prude —Marlene murmured without letting go of my clit with her mouth—. You’re ours now. Now you’re going to come with the jewelry in place.

She put two fingers inside my cunt and started pumping them while continuing to suck my little ball. Reina climbed onto my face and sat her cunt on my mouth. I ate her hungrily, biting her clit, burying my tongue deep inside her, swallowing her juices. I came harder than I ever had in my life, with the new jewelry throbbing between Marlene’s teeth, screaming into Reina’s cunt, my hips lifted off the mattress. A hot jet shot out of me and splashed Marlene’s face, and she laughed and drank it.

—A real squirter, the nun —she said, licking her lips—. I didn’t know you had it in you.

She explained how to care for it and then they left me alone, saying that the next day we would have the chance to choose a new slave and that it would be my turn, with a little help, of course.

I remembered how I felt when I got off the bus and walked through those corridors. This time I was on the other side and just like all the others. I joined in the mockery and fit perfectly into the group. In a place like that, the last thing you want is to stay the odd one out.

***

There she was: I saw her as soon as she got off the bus. She looked exactly like I must have looked when I entered that world. I pointed her out to Marlene.

—Good choice, girl. Excellent choice. Just the way I like them, the innocent-looking ones —she said, and winked at me—. The more innocent they look, the dirtier their secrets.

That night I lowered my fingers to my brand-new piercing and stroked myself. It felt amazing. The metal ball dragged against my clit with every touch, sending bursts of pleasure through my pelvis. I slid three fingers into my cunt and with my other hand licked and pinched my nipple. I kept masturbating right to the edge while I thought about that prude I’d just seen get off the bus and everything she was going to go through with me. Imagining her strip search, her tits bouncing under the officer’s hands, the enema stream entering her virgin ass, her tears… it drove me to the edge. I imagined myself spreading her legs for the first time, sitting on her face, making her suck my new little ball until I made her come in my mouth.

I came on my own, in silence, biting the pillow so they wouldn’t hear me, with two fingers buried in my cunt and two more pushing into my own asshole. It was a long, dull, dark orgasm, very different from the ones I had before I came in here.

I had very intense dreams that night. I was becoming what I had once despised, and I no longer knew what I wanted, or what turned me on most.

Did I envy the new girl and all the experiences waiting for her? Did I want to be myself again, or did I long to have her as my slave and force her to please me over and over?

I would force her over and over. The girl was called Clara, and Marlene was right: she turned out to have very dirty secrets. The first night I tied her to the bunk myself, ripped her jumpsuit off with my own hands, and ate her pussy until she screamed. Then I showed her what it was like to suck a pierced clit, and she learned fast, very fast.

Needless to say, after the first month, my twelve months flew by. Would I do it all again? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t change what I lived through. At the end of the day, it’s those things that make you who you are.

I have to stop writing now. Marlene will finish her shift soon and I’m supposed to be getting dinner ready. Goodbye for now; I hope you enjoyed it.

I’ll wait for Marlene naked, ready to give myself to her, kneeling by the door with my legs open and my cunt wet, because that’s what she wants and I’m her submissive bitch. I’ll suck her cunt until she comes in my mouth, then I’ll get on all fours and let her fuck my ass with the harness dildo she made out of a handle and a strap. Later I’ll go to Clara’s cell: she’ll be waiting for me naked, with her legs spread and her freshly pierced clit gleaming between her lips, and she’ll give me all the pleasure I ask for, or she’ll be punished. That’s life in our prison.