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Sunday 9th March, 2020; 07:36
Once again I found myself in difficulty with regards to the dream diary.
This time, however, it wasn't because I hadn't dreamt anything last
night, but because I was too embarrassed at the thought of writing the
contents of the dream down on paper to be examined by Miss Stevens. In my
dream I'd been standing in the gym showers all alone, soaping myself
clean. Even in my dreams my cock didn't get any release, as I remember
clear as day looking down and seeing the tight pink chastity cage firmly
affixed around my genitals, just as it was in real life. Whilst my
erection strength and frequency was dwindling as my cock learnt its
place, I was still tortured by a tingling warmth permeating into my
entire body and clouding my mind. In the dream, however, despite still
being locked up, I had felt so much more calm.
At least until other guys had started walking into the showers. I had
yelped and tried to hide the cage from view, but more and more men kept
walking in until they were surrounding me, pointing at me; laughing and
jeering.
"Look at him!" one had yelled.
"Look at her, don't you mean?!" guffawed another. "No man lets himself
get locked up like that!"
"Yeah," sneered a third, "she's a girl, not a man! Just a weak, silly
little girl. You going to cry?"
"I'm not a girl! I'm not weak!" I'd shouted in return, trying to push my
way out of the circle of men descending on me but bouncing back. My arms
felt heavy and weak, like I was trying to push against a brick wall.
"Oh, yeah?" chuckled one of the men, pushing me on my shoulder and making
me tumble to the ground with a bang. "Look pretty weak to me."
"I'm not!" I protested. "I'm not..."
"Prove it," spat one of the men looming above me. "Stop us doing this,
sissy." With that he reached down into his trousers and pulled out his
semi-erect cock, stroking it to full hardness as he angled it towards my
face. I yelped and turned away, but was only met with more erect cocks
from the other men following suit.
"I'm not gay! I'm not a girl!" I cried, tears forming in my face and my
heart pounding in my chest. I scrambled to my knees and dived out between
their legs, crawling frantically until I could get away and stand up,
running and running until suddenly Miss Stevens stood before me, army
open wide and a sympathetic smile on her face. I ran into her arms,
burying my face against her shoulder as I cried and cried and cried. I
felt her hand gently stroking my hair, her voice whispering soft sounds
of reassurance in my ear, and I felt the calm wash over me again. After a
while I raised my head to thank her, but instead found myself looking up
and up into the face of not Miss Stevens, but Marcus. He smiled warmly
down at me, his arms wrapped around my body holding me close to him; his
hand stroking my hair.
"I'm not gay... I'm not a girl..." I whimpered.
"Not that it would matter if you were," Marcus purred, and that was the
last thing I remember before waking up, to stare blankly at the ceiling
light of our prison cell.
I couldn't write all that down in the dream diary - Miss Stevens would
have a field day! I thought to myself as I panted softly. Not that it
meant anything anyway, I hastily added. Even she herself had said she
didn't believe in dream interpretation being accurate all the time. I'd
simply have to make up another dream and hope it didn't somehow trigger
my waterworks like yesterday's attempt had...
"You alright up there, Josh?" came Marcus' voice, making me jump.
"Uh, yeah - I'm fine, thanks. Why?" I mumbled in response, still staring
fixed at the ceiling light.
"Well, you were muttering to yourself and rocking the bed a bit, which
woke me up. I wondered if you were jerking off or something, but you were
sounding quite distressed so I thought maybe you'd been having a bad
dream." Marcus explained. If only I'd been able to jerk off, I thought to
myself, the cage feeling as if it was squeezing down at the thought to
remind me of its dominance. If only I'd been able to jerk off, maybe I
wouldn't be having such weird dreams.
"Yeah, didn't have the greatest dream, I'll admit," I replied vaguely.
"Don't really remember much about it, but it wasn't nice."
"Ah, I feel guilty then," Marcus replied, his voice sounding more jovial,
"I was having a fantastic dream - about a girl I used to go out with a
few years back."
"Oh?" I asked, making polite conversation. I didn't really want to hear
about Marcus' past sexual exploits, or his conquests in his dreams, for
fear it reignited my own thoughts about his - but it was already too
late. Another morning waking up with the image of Marcus' big black cock
fixed in my mind.
"Yeah," Marcus chuckled. "It was quite a naughty dream, to be honest -
left me waking up with some killer morning wood!"
"Urgh, too much information!" I cried out, partly in jest but partly
seriously. My mind needed no encouragement to become fixated on thoughts
about Marcus' manhood. Marcus simply laughed all the harder.
"Sorry!" he laughed. "She had such a gorgeous plump arse, and my dream
was very realistic in recreating her curves perfectly. I can't deny I'm
an ass man! Sure, I love all aspects of the female body and I'm not going
to say no to any breasts that come my way - my favourites are a cute
little pair of pert tits - but there's just something about a round,
juicy butt that really gets me going. Again, too much information I bet!"
Marcus rumbled in laughter. "How about you, Josh? Are you a breast or
butt guy?"
Your cock, my mind sneered slyly, making me blush and falter. Shut up, I
told it, pushing the unhelpful thought aside as I thought back to the
girls I'd been attracted to before prison. I thought to when my vision
had been fixated on Miss Stevens' breasts and arse, and whilst I knew I'd
been aroused by both it was as if my thought process was butting up
against a brick wall when I tried to press further. Shaking my head,
confused, I realised I'd left Marcus waiting for an answer for too long
and that it really didn't matter what I said.
"Butts are pretty great," I plumped for.
"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about!" Marcus cheered. "Of the girls
you've had sex with, who had the best butt?"
I paused, wondering whether to invent something or just come clean and
admit I'd never slept with a girl in my life - I'd never even kissed or
held hands with one. I must have paused too long again, because this time
Marcus continued:
"Too tough to choose, huh? I know I'd find it tough to pick just one out
of all the girls I've been with." All the girls?! I gasped. How many had
Marcus slept with? Then again, he was tall, muscular, charming - and to
my chagrin I also knew he was hung like a horse - I couldn't imagine him
having difficulty attracting girls. "Or..." Marcus continued, "have...
have you not slept with any girl, Josh? Are you a virgin?"
My silence said more than any words could.
"Well hey, that's alright," Marcus reassured. "You're still young, and
being a virgin isn't a bad thing. Trust me, once you've completed this
rehabilitation programme thing and build yourself up to being a better
person, you'll have no problems finding someone to sleep with you. And
don't worry about me telling anyone else - we can keep this our little
secret, alright? There doesn't need to be anything embarrassing about
being a virgin."
"...thanks, Marcus," I mumbled, still blushing with embarrassment anyway.
"Hey, uh - you'll have your session with Miss Stevens soon, won't you?"
Marcus asked.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"Cool, cool - just that dream of mine... and our talk about butts... I
wasn't lying about that morning wood. I'm going to need to let off some
steam, and it might take a while. I'll wait until you go to your session,
though - it'd be even more awkward otherwise," Marcus chuckled softly.
"Yeah," I agreed, and I meant it. The last thing I needed was to hear him
stroking his cock to orgasm - in case my mind overpowered me and
convinced me to take a look - or worse, offer to help him out...
Sunday 9th March, 2020; 08:47
"Good morning again, Josh!" Miss Stevens beamed as I walked into her
office, freshly washed and again clothed in a small prison uniform with
tight-fitting white briefs. Slow though my facial hair growth was, I'd
begun to develop a bit of itchy stubble this morning, and had used the
pink women's razor in the shower to trim it off. When I'd done that
before with a men's razor it had left my sensitive skin all red and even
itchier - but the women's razor must have some special cooling strip, or
maybe the feminine shaving cream was better, as I'd avoided that
difficulty this time round. Using a pink razor had felt emasculating, but
if it worked every time that was a neat little life hack I'd be taking
with me out of prison. My pubic hair was beginning to regrow steadily
from where Miss Stevens had shaved me before locking me in chastity, and
that was also passing through the itchy stubble phase. I wondered if she
had some soothing cream I could use, as a sweaty workout at the gym later
wouldn't help my comfort one bit.
"Good morning, Miss Stevens," I smiled, sitting down opposite her as the
kettle finished boiling and she began to pour my tea. My relaxation pill
was sitting in the saucer next to it already. What struck me as odd as I
watched was the fact that Miss Stevens was wearing the exact same clothes
as she had been the day before - only this time with the cardigan draped
over the back of her chair.
I'd never known her to wear the same clothes two days in a row before -
which was hardly the oddest thing of the whole arrangement, but it still
stood out to me as strange. She still looked stunning, and her clothes
were still clean and femininely fragrant, but I found my thoughts fixated
on it as she finished pouring my tea. Did she just like this outfit? Were
her other clothes in the wash? Or had she not gone home last night? My
thoughts once again drifted to the mysterious man named Adam, and it was
then that I saw it.
As Miss Stevens placed the kettle back and gently reached forward to push
my cup of tea towards me, I saw a piece of jewellery on her that I'd not
noticed before. Miss Stevens usually wore earrings and sometimes a
necklace or bracelet. She also tended to wear a yellow gold ring with a
blue gemstone set in it on her right middle finger, but other than that
I'd not seen her wear any other rings. There was no mistaking the meaning
of this new ring, however. On her left ring finger was a slender, rich
yellow gold band, atop which was a bright, sparkling diamond of not-
inconsiderable size - small enough to be tasteful, but large and gleaming
enough to display extravagant wealth. An engagement ring.
"Is that-?" I began, gesturing towards her hand. Miss Stevens smiled
widely.
"It is! Isn't it beautiful?" she continued, holding her hand up towards
me so I could admire it in closer detail. It truly was, and I told her I
agreed.
"Who, um... well, congratulations!" I stammered. "Who, um..." I trailed
off. Miss Stevens smiled coyly at me.
"Thank you, sweetie. I suppose you may already have some idea of who gave
me this?" she asked, raised her eyebrow playfully.
"Is it that man - Adam?" I replied.
"Professor Adam Harper," Miss Stevens expanded, "and yes, you're quite
right. I suppose I can't keep my boyfriend - well, my fiance now - a
secret from you much longer. I didn't expect him to propose so soon, to
be honest - we've only been dating about a year or so, but when you know,
you know."
"How, um... how did you meet?" I asked politely, taking a sip of my tea
as I process this development. There was no denying I was happy for Miss
Stevens, but I couldn't shake a tiny tinge of disappointment. When I'd
first met her I'd kind of filed Miss Stevens into a 'potential sexual
prospects' box, and whilst as the nature of our relationship had
progressed she had stepped herself smartly out of that box, the
development of her becoming engaged - and to a black man - seemed to be
the final nail in sealing off that avenue.
"Adam's an eminent professor in the world of psychology," Miss Stevens
answered, her eyes lit up as she described him. "We met at a conference
and when he found out about my rehabilitation programme he was really
interested. I'll admit, support for the programme - despite its successes
- had been patchy at best, and my progress kept getting held back by
silly people for silly reasons. Adam, however, helped not just with some
funding but also stepped in to meetings with the prison directors in
order to support my arguments to allow me to continue. We both share very
similar passions about wanting to make real change in this world, Josh,
but it's not just that - I've never met a man who understands me and who
I understand as well as him."
"He sounds pretty amazing," I conceded, sipping my tea and swallowing
down my pill.
"He is," Miss Stevens smiled wistfully, leaning back in her chair. "I'm
sure you'll find someone like that in time too, Josh - as long as you
stick to the programme!" she winked. "Anyway, enough rambling about me
for one day - how are you feeling after yesterday, sweetie? Can you pass
me your dream diary please?" I reached across and passed her the notepad.
"Not bad, thank you Miss Stevens," I replied honestly. I knew my emotions
were still all over the place, and I seemed to be feeling them stronger
than ever before - perhaps that was the result of channeling my energy
into emotions other than anger?
"Good good - though remember what I said yesterday, Josh - don't bottle
up your fear and stress and sadness. Feel free to cry if you need to,
okay? Now, let's take a look..." Miss Stevens trailed off as she flicked
through the dream diary to find my second entry. Based on my conversation
with Marcus this morning I'd hastily scribbled something inspired by his
dream instead, talking about a girl I'd know from school that I'd had a
crush on. In my made-up dream we'd been lying on my bed back in my flat,
doing homework together - I'd not risked taking it any further in case
Miss Stevens had something against naughty dreams.
"Is it okay, Miss Stevens?" I asked after she'd been reading it for a
while.
"Apart from a few spelling mistakes," Miss Stevens replied, "I think it's
very interesting. And do relax, Josh - it's just an insight into your
dreams and subconscious thoughts - it's not an exam, I'm not going to
pass or fail you on it. Dreams can be weird, or boring, or intriguing -
and I think last night's dream was the latter."
"Oh?" I asked, partly relaxing but also nervous about what she found
interesting about it.
"Yes," Miss Stevens continued. "You see, the whole homework aspect will
tie back to thoughts of this girl from school, as well as my influence
with giving you tasks to do between our sessions - that's pretty
straightforward. I find it interesting that you describe this girl in
great detail - from her clothes to how she looks; how she makes you feel.
It feels like the start of a dream that would progress into something a
bit naughtier, or something indulging unfulfilled fantasies... but you
say that the dream ended simply with the two of you lying on the bed
talking and laughing?"
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I fibbed, not knowing whether she'd approve or not
of me having wet dreams. It had been a while since the last spanking, my
butt was on the mend, and I desperately wanted to avoid any setbacks. I
was beginning to enjoy having a nice chat with Miss Stevens each day -
going back to how we started our relationship off would not be ideal.
"No, fair enough," she smiled, placing the dream diary back down. "I
think it's very good that you're subconscious seems to be learning that
it can view women as friends you can enjoy the company of without needing
to bring anything sexual to the table. The way you describe your crush on
this girl - I'm impressed by 'dream you's restraint. You obviously wanted
something to happen with her, but acknowledged her boundaries. Well done,
sweetie," Miss Stevens smiled once more. I breathed a silent sigh of
relief.
"Is it time for our hypnotherapy time, Miss Stevens?" I asked. I had
grown to quite enjoy lying down in peace and quiet and letting her words
wash over me.
"Not today, I'm afraid!" she chuckled. "I know you enjoy it, and I'm
really glad that you do, but we can't be doing it every day. I hadn't
really planned on doing it yesterday. I was hoping we could institute a
Tuesday - Thursday - Saturday routine, though. Mondays will be kept clear
for our joint you, me and Marcus sessions - leaving Wednesdays, Fridays
and Sundays free for standard sessions for the time being. I'm so pleased
you're enjoying coming to your sessions more than you were, Josh, but I'm
afraid I do have other things that occupy my time too, sweetie - even
more so now I'll have to be planning a wedding!" Miss Stevens giggled,
holding up her engagement ring once more. It made me feel warm inside to
see her so happy, but the tinge of sadness still lingered somewhat.
"Okay, Miss Stevens," I nodded, obviously disappointed but understanding.
"Oh - I wanted to ask, if it's okay - my, um... pubic hair is starting to
regrow, and it's getting a bit itchy, so I was wondering if you knew of
any soothing cream or gel I could use whilst it's growing out?" I asked.
"Ah, I see," Miss Stevens nodded. "I understand your thought process, but
by far the best way to prevent your pubic hair causing a problem is just
to keep it shaved smooth, Josh. I'm sure there's a razor and some shaving
gel in the shower - it may be a little awkward around your chastity
device at first, but have a quick little shave each morning and that will
be much better for comfort than any gel I could give you."
"Okay..." I replied hesitantly. "I, um... I did think that being shaved
might be a one-time thing? I assumed you'd let my hair regrow?"
"I'm not stopping it if you want it to, Josh," Miss Stevens shrugged.
"All I said was the best solution if it's too itchy and unbearable would
be to shave it off regularly. Personally I think you look far better down
there shaved smooth and hairless, but it's your choice. It's what you can
tolerate, really," she said.
"Oh, okay," I nodded, again probably obviously disappointed but
understanding. "Sorry Miss Stevens, I was just a bit confused - I hope I
didn't offend you," I added, kicking myself for letting her smile wane in
case it was a sign she was getting annoyed with me.
"Not at all, sweetie," she replied, perking up again much to my relief.
"I'll admit I did think you were straying back a bit into impertinence
just then, but that apology has reassured me you're not forgetting the
important lessons you've learnt so far."
"Thank you, Miss Stevens," I sighed, relaxing.
"You're very welcome, Josh," Miss Stevens smiled happily. "Now, I know
today's session may have been a bit shorter than previous, but that's in
part because it's a Sunday and in part because we've been saving so much
more time now I'm not having to spank, discipline, or argue with you. I
do, however, have some homework for you to have ready for tomorrow -
don't worry, there'll be plenty of time to do it after your gym session
with Marcus."
"What would you like me to do, Miss Stevens?" I responded diligently.
"Well, technically it's for you and Marcus to complete, so please pass it
on to him - tomorrow, I'd like both of you to have prepared a short list
of 5 things you were worried about when you first learnt you'd be sharing
a cell together and whether that's still an issue, and then 5 things
you've found positive, or a pleasant surprise, about sharing a cell
together these past few days. Simple enough, yes?" Miss Stevens asked,
and I nodded in response. "You'll be sharing the list with each during
tomorrow's session, so please don't conspire and tell each other what
you're going to say - I want each point to be being heard for the first
time tomorrow, okay?"
"Yes, Miss Stevens," I nodded. It was obviously an activity to help bond-
building between Marcus and I, and the Josh from a week ago would have
likely sworn at Miss Stevens for trying to get him to say positive things
about a black guy, but it didn't bother me as much now. I knew I needed
to make progress and improve from who I'd been. The Josh from a week ago
was an arrogant idiot, anyway - the Josh now, I liked to think, was at
least a bit more open-minded and willing to learn.
"Well done," Miss Stevens said. "Don't forget to keep up to date with
your dream diary, too - we may not have time to look through it tomorrow
but I still want you writing in it, okay?" I nodded. "Wonderful. Well,
it's been lovely to see you again, Josh - enjoy your workout with Marcus
and... thank you for being positive about my 'big news'," she added,
gesturing to her engagement ring. That really was a dazzling diamond, I
thought to myself.
"That's okay, Miss Stevens. I'm pleased for you," I said, and although I
still hadn't shaken that tinge of upset I did genuinely mean it.
"You're definitely improving, Josh," Miss Stevens smiled as she walked me
towards the door. "I'm so proud of your progress. I can't help but feel
if I'd told you my news a week ago you'd have said some incredibly
uneducated and mean things about me or my future husband. Be proud of
yourself, Josh - don't get too big-headed, of course, I'm sure you know
there's still a long way to go - but please recognise the good you're
doing now. The positive steps. Okay?"
"Thank you, Miss Stevens," I nodded, smiling softly. Once again I was
struggling to hold back tears - why was I so weepy at the moment? This
time, however, they weren't tears of sadness - I was just so grateful to
Miss Stevens, a woman I'd initially hated, for helping me get my life
back on track. Sure, it might be a slightly different track to the one I
used to be on, but this one seemed brighter. I fought the urge to hug
her, and simply waved as I stepped out of her office and back into the
corridor, to be flanked by the guards back towards my cell.
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