Lady In The House Ch. 13

"Clean my member," he ordered.

I went down on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth and he laughed.

"With your towel you dumb cunt!" he growled.

I reddened with embarrassment, I stood up and took my washcloth and soaked it in warm soapy water and then washed the Warden's groin. I towelled him dry and stood back.

"Dress me now," he instructed and I helped him back into his suit and socks and shoes.

He combed his hair in my mirror and then pointed to my cot. I sat down as ordered; a painted whore in a semen-stained business suit looked up at him.

"I told you I don't like transvestites and you haven't changed my mind."

"You're typical of your kind; you are beings with no moral fortitude or reticence. The slightest provocation causes you to behave like a wanton trollop."

"The pleasure I get from this, besides carnal gratification of course, is the knowing the deep remorse you will most certainly feel after I have left your cell and the reality of your circumstances settles on you."

"That thug Steve has told me of the retribution he has paid out on you and your sister. I do not favour his methods; but in your case I sanction his actions because you deserve the punishment he bestows on you," the Warden gloated.

"I leave you with those thoughts," he finished as the lock rattled and my cell door opened.

He tore the masking tape off the peephole and flung it on the floor of my cell.

He walked out sniggering evilly to himself. As he walked through the door he added as an afterthought without looking back,

"Enjoy your visit later this afternoon. I'm sure you and your sister have a lot to talk about."

To be continued.............