Just a little tale, slightly too long to fit as a caption.
Yes, of course, I knew we’d met before – never forget a face! And actually, I recognised that look of startled terror when you saw me arrive; I always get that when I run into a former inmate. But I was thrown by your not having anything branded onto your forehead… I suppose they removed it when your appeal was upheld and you were released, right? They did a good job, I can only just now see the faint scars now I know what to look for.
Well well. I do remember you. Prisoner R552… erm… R5526…?
817! That’s right. You know, we guards were all pleased when you were found not guilty. You never really struck me as the rapist type. Still we all had to whip you and make you do all that hard labour naked and in chains, obviously, I mean: that’s the job. Nothing personal.
Err…a bit indelicate, maybe, but what, er, stage of your ‘re-education’ were you at when you were released?
Pre-op! Right. Excellent. Sorry, but it did seem worth asking, as we’re on a blind date. Wouldn’t want to get all the way through and then find nothing to… you know. I am straight, after all, not like most of my colleagues. If that’s not too forward.
Elephant in the room… go on – tell me the worst thing I ever did to you? Let’s get it out there.
Did I really? Oh dear. And what shock level did we have to reach before you licked it all off my boots?
OK, that’s not too bad. They go up to 20, you know. Very sensible of you not to try to hold out. Everyone always does lick it all up eventually. And swallow, obviously. Some think they can spit it out later but we don’t let them get away with that! It’s not a holiday camp, after all. But you know that.
Anyway, I’m sure the food here tastes a lot better. Shall we order?
But… as that was such a disappointingly short one (feels odd to be typing rather than hearing that phrase) there’ll be an extra post tomorrow, on a topical theme.
Just a little tale, (feels odd to be typing rather than hearing that phrase).
Never mind the quality, feel the width?
Unfortunately that never stood scrutiny either.
Mr Mouse
“It’s not how big it is, it’s what she decides to do with it…”
I’m sure he’ll want to abort this date knowing its one of the ladies that gave him hell in prison. He’s probably too scared to back out. She certainly doesn’t seem like the kind of lady you just walk away from or say “no” to that’s for sure. “Part of the job” is not a good excuse me thinks.
*In another post though, I like the idea of a guy getting accidentally (or purposely) sent to the wrong prison, a female prison. He was charged for spreading mens lib propaganda. Takes place in a matriarchal world, and as one might guess, there are some women in prison who certainly don’t take too kindly to males who are unsubmissive. He’ll damn near wet himself with a fear boner once he finds out what some of them did to their husbands/boyfriends for just giving them “backchat”. He better watch his back.*
I’ve heard that after long periods of incarcerations, some ex-cons have difficulty adjusting to life “on the outside.” Seems like this one, if he has such difficulty, may be staring the solution right in the eye. Looking forward to tomorrow.
sissy terrie
If he is going out on a blind date, I’ll assume he still has all of his male parts. So, she can continue to punish him for his lust. Only natural.
You may think that, Alberto, but it’s funny how forgetful males can be. I went to a tennis match without my racquet once – it’s easily done.
Best wishes
S
What a wonderful little story. It seems this is the first time in a while a woman in your blog likes the male she has in front of (or below) her.
I would love to hear more about them.
That’s a little unfair, Mr A (although so, it is true, are most of the ladies). Many of the ladies feature here like the male in front of them, or at least enjoy them in one way or another, which is even better.
The problem is that I can only draw on personal experience, so many of the implicit males are based upon my own personality and therefore quite difficult for any lady to like. But I do occasionally aspire to amused contempt, or to some degree of pitying tenderness, so I suppose there’s always hope.
Best wishes
S