Rehabilitation Part 13
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Friday 7th march, 2020; 09:45
as per the change in my usual routine, this time the guards led me to the
empty female changing room prior to miss stevens' office and stood watch
outside whilst I went in to shower and change. I took the opportunity to
use the toilet cubicle whilst I was here in a bid to prevent such
desperation later, then stripped off and left my prison uniform and white
cotton briefs and socks on the bench to be replaced.
On my way to the shower I spotted a full length mirror I hadn't clocked
on my previous visit, and paused to look at my naked body. I couldn't
help my thoughts being drawn to comparisons between myself and marcus -
the most obvious difference being that he was much taller, broader, and
muscular than me. Not that I was utterly scrawny - I knew the prison
doctor on admision had called me underweight - but I liked to think of
myself as having more of a toned, athletic build. Besides, as I turned
back and forth now I thought it looked as if i'd put on a little bit of
weight since then - obviously prison food was suiting me. I grimaced as I
remembered that initial medical inspection - i'd had to have bloods
taken, and I hated needles. Some people have phobias about heights? Mine
was needles, and i'd found out much to my embarrassment when i'd gone to
get a tattoo - i'd passed out in a cold sweat before the needle had even
got near me. Mind you, in hindsight it was a crap tattoo design so i'm
glad my skin was left untouched.
My hair was obviously getting thicker - i'd have got it cut before it got
to this stage on the outside, but looking at it now I felt the slightly
longer hair looked good on me - a bit of a surfer look perhaps. Not that
I had the tan for a surfer - I was pale as shades of white came, and the
lack of sunlight in prison hadn't done much to change that. I seemed to
have more body hair than marcus at least - from the sight of his chest
last night and this morning he must wax or something. I'd never really
understood why guys did that, but it seemed to be a thing amongst that
body-builder type - not for me, that's for sure.
Actually, probably the most obvious difference between marcus and I was
the baby pink chastity cage locked around my cock - I sincerely doubted
marcus had a matching one hidden between his legs. Not that I wanted to
think about what he had between his legs at all - but with the cage
constantly reminding me of my own limitations and marcus' frank statement
about masturbation the topic was kind of on my mind. As such the old
urban legend of 'black guys are bigger' and 'bbc' couldn't help but rear
its ugly head within my mind, though I pushed it aside just as quickly as
it arose. I'd never been one to entertain such an obviously bullshit
'fact' - it was just shitty woke propaganda to get girls to sleep with
them.
I hopped into the shower, once again letting the warm water run down my
body. I hastily rubbed the women's shampoo and conditioner through my
hair, the floral fragrances filling the air, then reached for the bar of
soap to lather up my body. It was frustrating how familiar it had already
become washing around the restrictions of the chastity cage, and before
long I was washing off the shower products and stepping out to get dry.
Again, the white fluffy towel. Again, the fresh white cotton briefs,
socks, and unsightly orange prison uniform (still in small). I realised
in all of yesterday's developments i'd not actually told miss stevens I
liked to wear a medium - perhaps today's conversation could include that.
Maybe I could get some more manly shower products to use, too - I smelt
like the meadows in my surname - or even better, ask miss stevens when
she intended on letting me out of my chastity cage.
Before long I found myself walking into miss stevens' office once more,
to see her stood behind her desk preparing a cup of tea. She was wearing
a tight black pencil skirt and a light, floral top with a rather low
neckline that presented her breasts nicely - but I had already learnt my
lesson there, as frustrating as it was, and knew not to bother looking.
Despite this my cock still twitched feverishly within the cage, desperate
to get erect but being constantly denied its purpose. That reminded me of
another thing I wanted to ask miss stevens about - some sort of tablet to
help me relax and get some sleep. I felt like my mind needed the 'reset'
button pushing.
"Josh - good morning," miss stevens smiled, stirring a spoon in the
teacup as she turned to greet me. "How did your evening with marcus go?"
She asked, gesturing for me to sit as she planted herself at her desk.
She placed the tea in front of me as I sat down opposite, only gently
wincing as my butt cheeks remembered the spankings they'd received in
this room. I figured it might still be a few days until I could sit
without feeling uncomfortable.
"Good morning, miss stevens," I dutifully replied. How quickly things
became habit, eh? "Yeah, it was... Fine," I answered, a bit stuck for
words. We'd initially argued. We'd talked a bit. Marcus wanted to
exercise together later. There really wasn't much to say anyway. Part of
me wanted to get marcus in trouble for masturbating - after all, I got
locked in chastity for doing that - but in all honesty, despite being a
bloody black guy, there were worse people to share a cell with. I'd keep
that fact to myself for now, in case he started pissing me off and I
needed leverage against him...
"Just fine?" Miss stevens tittered. "Josh, you really do have to start
learning how to communicate better, but that aside - if the evening went
'fine' then that's a victory in my books!" She beamed. I paused with the
cup of special-blend tea halfway to my lips and shot her a confused look.
What was she so chirpy about?
"Um... Okay," I said blankly.
"You obviously don't get the significance of it, do you josh?" Miss
stevens smiled. "I was fully suspecting world war three to break out when
I introduced the concept of your new cellmate being a black man, yet it
didn't. Then I was suspecting that i'd hear reports from the guards
overnight that you'd fought or something like that - but nothing of the
sort! For a boy brought in with as many racially motivated crimes as you
were, josh, I think the fact that you and marcus are 'fine' is actually
pretty amazing. To reward that behaviour - yes, I do reward good
behaviour, josh, this is just the first i've properly seen from you -
i'll permit you one request of your choice - providing it's reasonable of
course. Oh, and don't make any silly or insulting requests, josh,
otherwise I assume you can guess the consequences - you won't just lose
your reward," miss stevens ended strictly, before settling back into a
warm smile.
One request? Well, i'd come with a couple - something to make me sleep
better, a medium-sized prison uniform, or the plainly obvious:
"if it's okay with you, miss stevens, i'd really love to be able to take
this chastity device off," I pleaded, as respectfully as I could manage
to improve my chances of success.
"That, i'm afraid, is the sort of 'silly' suggestion I was warning
against," miss stevens smiled, and my heart fell. "Though I understand
why you asked. I hope you can understand why I can't indulge that
request, josh - this is only your second proper day wearing it, after
all. I won't penalise you for asking, seeing as you did it so nicely, so
please make another request - a realistic one this time," miss stevens
asked, steepling her fingers and leaning forwards. I moved my gaze to
meet her eyes so she wouldn't accuse me of staring down her top and got
thinking again.
"Can you tell me how long you're going to keep me in this cage?" I asked.
"Is that your request?" Miss stevens asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, no - I was just thinking - no. Could you tell me anyway, though?"
"The more times you ask the longer it'll be," miss stevens teased gently.
"Your little cock will be firmly locked in that cage until i'm assured
you can be trusted without it. Now, your request - we do have other
things to focus on in this session that i'd like to get on to."
A medium-sized uniform could wait, I thought to myself. It was my sleep
and my anxiety that needed controlling first.
"Um, miss stevens," I began, "since... All this... I've been struggling
to relax and sleep properly. I was wondering if you'd be able to
prescribe me something to help? Your tea always manages to calm me down,
and I just thought you might know of something - or be able to talk to
the prison doctor... Please," I trailed off.
"Oh, i'm sorry to hear that josh," miss stevens cooed. "You know, it's
not uncommon for it to take a few weeks for the stresses and strains of a
life in prison to kick in. I'm glad the tea helps," she smiled, reaching
out and softly squeezing my hand. It was only the briefest touch of soft,
feminine skin, but it made my cock twitch pathetically in its cage. "You
know, previous people i've had on the rehabilitation programme have
refused to drink the tea at first? They think i've poisoned it or
something!" Miss stevens laughed. I froze, looking at the near-empty cup
in my hands - I wasn't aware i'd drunk it so quickly.
"I... I'd never thought of that," I mumbled, which made miss stevens
laugh even more.
"That's good," she replied after she'd managed to control her laughter.
"Trust is very important in our relationship, josh - it's the foundation
of any relationship, which is why i'm so glad it feels like we're
starting to build up a good base of trust between us. Hopefully through
the coming weeks it'll only get stronger - and hopefully you'll start to
form a bond of trust with marcus, too," miss stevens smiled, once again
gently reaching out and giving my hand a squeeze. "I will just make it
clear - the tea is not poisoned," she added, smiling happily. "It has
active ingredients in to promote relaxation and ease the body, and water,
and that's it."
"Which brings me nicely back to your request, josh," miss stevens
continued, reaching inside her desk and pulling out a small transparent
bottle of pills. "Obviously I can't just give you the whole bottle - i'd
be crucified if the higher-ups found out i'm dispensing pills to
circulate in prison - but I can provide you with one of these every day
when you visit my office. How about that? They work better in conjunction
with the tea you drink anyway, and they should provide full relaxation
after you've been taking them a few days."
"That sounds fantastic - thank you miss stevens," I sighed as she popped
a pill into her hand and placed it in mine. "What are they?" I asked,
looking at the small, round white tablet in my hand. It had no markings
on it at all, and looked like bog-standard paracetamol.
"Another of my special private blend," miss stevens answered, tapping her
nose in mock subtlety. "A magician never reveals her secrets. Don't go
telling other inmates about them either, understand? I'm not a drug
dealer - I don't want people knocking on my door looking for a fix." I
nodded, before popping the pill in my mouth and swallowing it down with
the last of my tea. "See again? That's trust. That pill could be
anything," miss stevens grinned in a teasing manner, and I couldn't help
but grin back.
"What's the point in you poisoning me?" I smiled.
"Exactly," miss stevens replied. "You know i'd only ever do things to
benefit you, josh. Which is why I think we should try something else in
addition to those tablets."
"Oh?" I asked, curious.
"Yes, you see medication is all well and good but i'd like to try some
alternative therapies to help ease your anxiety and help your sleep too -
just so we're not relying on one thing only."
"Okay..." I said with trepidation.
"No need for the worry, josh," miss stevens smiled. "I thought we'd just
been talking about trust? All i'm thinking is a trial of gentle
hypnotherapy. Have you ever been hypnotised before, josh?"
"No," I replied bluntly. "Honestly, miss? I think it's all a bit wishy-
washy. I think it's all a bit of a trick magicians use on suggestible
people."
"So what you're saying is it'll only work if you're suggestible?" Miss
stevens grinned, a glint in her eyes. "That sounds like you've laid down
a challenge for yourself there, josh." She must have caught the
disbelieving look in my eyes as she continued: "oh, come on. All you have
to do is give it a go once and if it does absolutely nothing I won't
bring it up again. If it does, though, i'd like to make it a more regular
occurrence. Deal?"
"Fine," I shrugged. "Are we... Doing it now, or...?" I asked hesitantly.
"I think we should! Why don't you go lie down on the sofa? I'll pull the
curtains and pull up a chair next to you," miss stevens instructed, and
in the matter of a few seconds I was laid down, the curtains pulled -
permitting only a gentle amber hue through - and miss stevens perched on
a chair next to my head, so close I could smell her perfume - oranges
and... Peaches? Her soft, smooth legs were in the corner of my vision,
one crossed over the other; bouncing idly. She was wearing open-toed
black high heels, which glinted softly in the dim light, though I thought
i'd best not stare too long in case she had a thing about her legs and
feet as well as her tits. Before long miss stevens was asking me to close
my eyes, anyway. I settled in and prepared for a load of airy-fairy
nonsense to come my way - though this was far more preferable to being
bent over and spanked any day.
"Breathe in," miss stevens began, her voice soft and reassuring. "1...
2... 3... 4... 5... And breathe out." I followed her instructions, which
was hardly hard to do - she was just asking me to breath, after all.
"Breathe in... 2... 3... 4... 5... And breathe out... 2... 3... 4... 5...
In... 2... 3... 4... 5... Out... 2... 3... 4... 5... And I want you to
keep that steady, slow rhythm going, josh," miss stevens purred. "Slowly
in... Slowly out... Making each breath stretch out as long as you can
manage... Filling your lungs with refreshing, rejeuvenating air...
Letting your body slow down to the pace...
"Each and every thought in your mind," miss stevens continued steadily,
as I found my breathing fall into a slow, natural rhythm, "i want you to
push aside. Imagine yourself wading through the warm waters of a mountain
lake, each step pushing away all those stresses and strains troubling
you. Feeling the water level rise up your body... Each step... Each
breath... Sinking you deeper... And deeper... And deeper... Into comfort.
Into relaxation. Into complete and utter happiness and acceptance. Feel
the warm water lapping at your ankles... Working its way up your legs,
which are starting to feel heavier and heavier... Until the water is
enveloping your hips... Your stomach... Your chest... Your hands and arms
slowly sinking deep into the warm, welcoming waters... Up your back...
Your neck... Until you can feel it reaching your chin. As you slide
deeper and deeper into your trance... The waters come to rest just
underneath your ears... Holding you... Floating in the middle of the lake
in complete calm... My voice and my words... The only things tethering
you to existence. Everything else... Fading... Fading... Fading...
...
...
...And each time you relax, you'll think of these things.
...
...And each time you think of these things, you'll relax.
...
...And this beautiful cycle will keep you calm, and comfortable, and
happy, and safe.
...
...
...And as you feel yourself rising back to the surface...The waters
slowly dripping down off your body... Your mind slowly coming back to
reality... Your breathing once more in that steady pattern... In... 2...
3... 4... 5... Out... 2... 3... 4... 5... You find you're able to move
your body again... No longer heavy, but light... Full of energy... Your
body revitalised... Your mind rested and reset... And when I click my
fingers... You'll open your eyes and be back in the world...
*Click*
i opened my eyes, blinking in the gentle light of miss stevens' office,
ever so slightly groggy but feeling great. I must have drifted off
briefly with all that boring mumbling, I thought to myself - though at
least i'd finally got a boost from that good sleep i'd been lacking. My
eyes caught sight of the clock - holy crap! I'd been out for over an
hour!
"Sorry, miss stevens," I blushed sheepishly, looking up into her smiling
face. Her brow furrowed softly.
"What are you sorry for, josh? On the contrary, i'm very pleased with how
your first hypnotherapy session went! You were a model patient," miss
stevens beamed. Oh, well - she seemed in such a good mood today I didn't
really want to burst her bubble. Plus, if 'regular hypnotherapy' led to
me being able to get a good sleep away from the uncomfortable bunk beds
and marcus... There could be worse things to endure.
"Oh," I replied, going along with it.
"Yes, I was pleasantly surprised at how well you responded to it, too,"
miss granger nodded, standing up and returning her chair to behind the
desk. I swung my legs down to the floor, sitting up on the sofa,
stretching my limbs and revelling in my newly-returned energy. "I
definitely think this is something we should make a regular occurrence in
your rehabilitation, josh. Who knows? Maybe we won't even need the full
year..."
"Oh," I replied, in genuine surprise that time. This 'come and have a nap
whilst I talk at you' malarkey was sounding better every moment.
"Yes," miss stevens beamed, "i'll be very interested to see if you begin
to notice any effects from it. I did have a different homework in mind
for you at the end of this session initially, but i've changed my mind -
i'd like you to keep a dream diary, josh."
"A dream diary?" I repeated. "What's one of those?"
"A dream diary," miss stevens continued, picking a small a5 notepad out
from a filing cabinet and pairing it with a pencil, "is where you make a
note of each and every dream you experience. The first thing I want you
doing each morning, before you get out of bed, is to make as detailed an
account as you can remember of your dreams that night. Then you can bring
your diary to our sessions and i'll have a look," she concluded, passing
me the notepad and pencil.
"Thanks," I replied dumbly, standing up to take them from her. Every
session with miss stevens seemed to find a way to surprise me. I figured
she must have had a very expensive education to think up all these
pointless ways to explore a person's mind. I still hadn't figured out
entirely what her end goal was for this rehabilitation programme of hers
- maybe there wasn't one. Maybe it'd just be a year of vague psychology
bullshit - and that would be bearable.
"I'm very proud of your progress today, josh," miss stevens smiled,
trotting round from her desk and giving me a warm hug which not only
caught me off guard but also made my cock twitch weakly in my cage. Her
breath felt warm in my ear as she continued: "i was so worried about you
when we started - but you're not that boy any more, are you? You're
moving forward from him."
"Thanks, miss stevens," I replied, even dumber than before. I wasn't sure
what to do with my hands during this hug, and was glad I had the notepad
and pencil to hold. Eventually she let go and, still smiling, trotted
back over to behind her desk.
"You're very welcome, josh," miss stevens beamed. "I'd love to chat
longer, but our session has already overrun and it's time for my twelve
'o' clock appointment. What are you doing for the rest of the day?"
"Oh, well... Marcus wanted to show me the gym area, go through a few
basic routines, but I don't know..." I mumbled, though it didn't seem as
averse an idea as it had this morning. Perhaps the sleep and restored
energy had changed my view on things - besides, I hadn't really got any
other plans for the day...
"That sounds marvellous!" Replied miss stevens. "I look forward to
hearing all about it tomorrow - I don't want any excuses for not getting
involved! Marcus sounds like he's making an effort, so you should too -
otherwise we might find ourselves slipping back into starting our
sessions with a spanking," miss stevens added, giving me a firm yet
caring look. "It sounds like you made a good choice picking marcus as
your cellmate," she smiled. "See you tomorrow, josh."
"Goodbye, miss stevens," I nodded, walking out of the door. I supposed
now I really did have to go to the gym with marcus. I shook my head as I
began walking back to my cell, flanked by the guards - i'd picked marcus
as my cellmate? More like she had. I didn't really feel as if i'd had
much choice in the matter, despite miss stevens making it 'my choice'. As
we walked down the corridor we passed a tall black man wearing a fancy
grey suit who i'd not seen about the prison before. I turned my head to
follow him and saw him stride down to miss stevens' office door and let
himself in. He must be her twelve 'o' clock appointment, I thought to
myself as I turned to look back where I was going.
"Becky," I heard a deep masculine voice echo down the corridor from
behind.
"Adam!" Miss stevens' voice replied happily, then her office door slammed
shut and the only sounds I heard were the guards' footsteps and my own on
the corridor floor.
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