To add to the atmosphere, I have done most photos quite grainy, and some in b+w. But also some lovely clear ones now and then.
Millbank Prison 1868
Come on, I’ll take you a stroll. We are going to walk the streets of Victorian London, so put this cloak on, we don’t want to look out of place do we? It’s a misty night, the gas lamps give a nice yellow glow in the dark, it sounds hushed, even the horses hooves sound as if they are wrapped in old sacking.
I take you to the River Thames, we are near the Houses of Parliament. The fog is thicker now, and dropping fast, but we can still see the other side for now. There is a huge formidable building, austere and threatening. It is Millbank Prison, in Pimlico. Like The pentagon in U.S.A. this is built in a similar style. But dark and forbidding.
It is a women’s prison, every week they have new inmates and today some have arrived. They will have their hair cut into a bob, be washed and if needed de-loused. Their crimes are read out so everyone knows what they have done, and then as is the custom on the first night, they are put in solitary. The sound of their cries is pitiful.
After a few week when they have learned the routine and got used to the boring hard work of picking coconut fibre and such like, the reality of the future hits them…every day will be the same, for years.
After maybe two months, the wardens have weighed each one up, and the pretty ones, who seem to have a certain type of disposition are made an offer. A one time only offer, which they cannot think about, they are offered it and have to decide there and then. There is a list of Victorian Ladies who are seeking female sex slaves, to do their bidding. They often let themselves be known at a birching, which at this time was a public thing, where people could see many a day for a few pennies.
You are told of this list…. oh sorry, did you not notice me leave?
You are now prisoner 081151 Corbin. The wardens have just asked you if you want to volunteer. They tempt you by saying that you will be moved to the top floor where the sun shines in. The corridor doors are locked all day, but from six in the morning until six in the evening the cell doors are left open. It is like a small community, they call it Millbank Village. The food is better, the work minimal. You need your strength for the Ladies who will visit twice a week. You must comply to their every wish… so, what do you say Corbin?
“Can I have flowers in me room Miss?”
“Yes then, when do I start?”
They tell you that you have just started and take you up to your new cell, where you settle in for a week.
In a large house, called ‘The Inveigle’ is Lady Charlotte Elizabeth. She was playing a tune at her harpsicord when one of her maids hands her a letter. It tells her about you. She clasps her hands in delight, and that night she makes plans.
Soon the prison has a letter from Lady C, and a date is set.
Today is the day you meet your Mistress, you sit on a stool in your cell and are told not to move.
You are trembling inside, the cool air on your body washes over you, you are naked, never in your life have you felt so vulnerable. The words of the warden drift in to your mnd…
“You must comply to their every wish”
Suddenly you hear voices, a new voice, posh and clear stands out, you know instantly that it is your new Mistress. her footsteps come into the cell.
Lady Charlotte Elizabeth stands still to examine you, she is pleased. You can feel her eyes searching your nakedness.
She does not speak but a satisfied little “Hmm” comes from her lips, she walks in with a small wooden rocking horse under her arm, and a canvas bag.
The temptation to look at her is overwhelming. So you watch her as she takes her instruments out of her bag.
“Did I give you permission to turn around?!” Shouts lady Charlotte.
Unsure whether or not to speak without permission, you shake your head.
“Get up, and bend over the stool, you are going to have your first spanking… right now!”
The word spanking was a word you already loved, inside you, your tummy felt little quivers as you rested your tummy on the warm stool and presented your bottom for your Mistress.
Your Mistress, how good does that sound to you?…and she was beautiful!
How you loved to be able to think of her as your Mistress.
Then you felt her hand for the first time, warm, gentle and searching.
You pushed your cheek up to her hand and sensed that she loved it.
The heaviness of her hand surprised you, it landed with such force and the crack echoed around the cell. Again you pushed up, greeting each smack eagerly. Your Mistress had already begun to know that the selection of her slave was a good one for her.
smack smack spank smack… fifty hard smacks were delivered quickly and sharply, and you needed it, it hurt, but all the same…
you love it!
In a voice full of control, yet seductive, she told you to stand with your hands on your head.
You could feel her stare again as she hardly moved her eyes from your bottom, oh you so hoped she was pleased with it, was it blushing enough? Did you make enough noise? Did you wriggle enough? Or too little? You wanted to please her so much.
She sends you to a corner, which you later found out meant that a change of activity was due. You sit there and look to the floor, you can tell she is looking at you, but dare not return her gaze. Then the silence is broken, her voice still sounds strong, in command, yet it also sounds so alluring.
“Crawl to me”
…being as feline as you can you crawl, trying your best to make your hips sway as invitingly as you can.
She tells you to kneel before her, and asks your name. On hearing you reply with the phrase ‘Mistress’ she is pleased, and says you must always address her thus.
Between you is the little wooden rocking horse which she carried in.
“Can you ride?”
“Hm… no matter, you can learn. You can start by riding this little chap, he is called Neddy, say hello.”
You look to the horse and smile. “Hello Neddy”
Her face changes slightly, it is obvious her arousal is growing.
“Mount the horse for me, my pet.”
You loved being called pet, and climbed onto its back.
“Now ride it for me” said lady Charlotte Elizabeth as she produced a riding crop!
You got you balance as best you could and rocked back and forth. Before you knew it she was stood by your side, cracking the crop across your bare bottom!
You learn quickly and pick up the pace.
Sweat begins to run down your back, you pant and gallop as fast as you can as the crop strikes your rump faster and harder. She is sat just behind you….”Faster you bitch, faster!”
OH! the pain…
crack whip smack crack whack!
You bottom was on fire, it felt as if she was using a sword on your bottom and it was cutting into the ripe soft glowing flesh.
crack crack whack!
You galloped as fast as you possibly could…screaming!
You wanted to please your Mistress so very much and galloped hard, trying to push your bottom up for each and every crack of the delicious riding crop.
She let you rest a while then, whist she rummaged in her bag.
Then you were summoned to her again.
Resting on top of Neddy was a cock, a huge purple cock.
This is for you, to help you ride faster, but it is a little dry, so suck it for me, suck the cock as I watch you.
You slide your mouth over the cock as she watches and talks to you.
“Oh you like that cock don’t you?”
Almost gagging and close to vomiting you suck the cock hard and slide up and down it, taking it deep into your throat.
She stops you and tells you that you have to fuck it whilst riding, so instructs you to straddle the horse and take its cock into your cunt.
She drools over the sight of it and watches it slide into your wet slit.
“Now fuck it hard, ride Neddy for me, ride that big purple head deep!”
Your orgasm was tremendous, and she loved it.
It was time to rest again, and she told you to look to the floor, whilst she did something. You heard rustles but dare not look. Not long passed before she beckoned you again.
Oh she looked lovely, her dress shimmered like a wedding gown.
“You have pleased me, and I have enjoyed watching you ride Neddy, he will come often. but now I want you to ride something else…”
She revealed a huge strap on cock as she lifted her dress.
“I am going to fuck you hard, in all three holes..
and your arse.”
You nod in enthusiastic agreement.
“First suck me, as if I am a man, suck me and slide me in deep to make me spurt in you.”
This meant you could hold her and pull her to you.
Once more, like with Neddy, you gobbled and sucked. You moaned and lost control almost as your head flew up and down the shaft in a frenzy, it must have put pressure on her pussy, you could feel her thrusting back.
Then she told you to bend over the stool, which you did willingly, wantonly, eagerly. You wanted your Mistress to fuck you, you wanted to please her so very much.
She rode you then, like a sweating stallion she thrust deep into you time and time again. You knew she was close to coming, the movement and her sweet noises told you so.
She withdrew, got hold of your hair like a horses main and slid the shaft deep into your arse and fucked you mercilessly until she came with a long scream of an orgasm.
Out of breath she sat down and told you to stay where you were.
She looked at you, and said she was pleased.
How you long for her visits now…
She became very fond of you, and at the end of your sentence offered you a job at her house.
…always room for prison spankings and maybe Corbin in Service. So yes, there could be more. Watch this space.