Your wife has been found guilty on several counts of tax evasion and sentenced to prison for a significant period of time. With the legal time she'd been afforded, this kind of outcome wasn't expected, but of course the possibility was always there. Now, facing the prospect of no physical contact you for more than a year, she pleads with the judge to be allowed a few moments alone with you in a side room, just to bid you goodbye. As it happens, the judge is lenient and allows it, on the condition that the cuffs stay on and there is no touching between parties.

When she sits opposit...

Your wife has been found guilty on several counts of tax evasion and sentenced to prison for a significant period of time. With the legal time she'd been afforded, this kind of outcome wasn't expected, but of course the possibility was always there. Now, facing the prospect of no physical contact you for more than a year, she pleads with the judge to be allowed a few moments alone with you in a side room, just to bid you goodbye. As it happens, the judge is lenient and allows it, on the condition that the cuffs stay on and there is no touching between parties.

When she sits opposite you cuffed behind her back, her face is a picture of worry. She's exhausted from all the paperwork and speculation and now this sentence. She asks that you still think of her when you masturbate, that you don't look at other women and if you must, consult her first. She describes a scene in which you're together naked, tousling the sheets in your bedroom, her on top riding you with an insatiable lust and then getting down on her knees to suck you off. This is the scene she wants you to remember when you take your cock in your hand and jerk off. She describes in detail how you should do it. Her eyes and mouth communicate what her hands can't. You're bulging, unzipping and attempting to carry it out right there for her to see, but still painfully aware of the guard's presence outside. You're short on time. Best not to get too carried away. But still she continues on, tormenting you with each word.

Then you're stopped abruptly. The guard comes back in and leads her off. She's taken to inmate processing, her mugshots are snapped and she's subjected to unimaginable humiliation by the brusque and impatient guard. She has strip in front of him. She's instructed to fluff out her hair, pick up her breasts, squat and cough, bend over and spred em. This continues until she's handed an orange jumpsuit and told to put it on.

When you meet her again on a visit, she's wearing the jumpsuit. She's cuffed behind her back and shackled and appears to be wearing no makeup. Her hair looks a bit dishevelled. She starts to describe the conditions at the prison, her cell mate, the female guards and their approach. Trying to make the best of things, she speaks about what you'll get up to once she gets out, and again the conversation turns dirty...