I woke up on my third day/second morning in my cell to Jeff loudly clanging a nightstick against the bars of the cell. He was still (or, at least, again) dressed in his police uniform.
“On your feet, Inmate,” he called sternly.
With a slight flutter in my stomach and suppressing a smile from my lips as I was still growing used to the little game we were playing, I stood up. But he saw that slight smile.
“Something funny, Inmate,” he asked in a stern voice.
“No, Sir,” I replied.
He let a moment pass.
“Step back from the bars. Keep your hands up.”
I did as I was told and he unlocked the cell and stepped inside.
“You looking at my nightstick, Inmate,” he asked me, holding it up.
“No, Officer Cooper,” I replied.
He smiled and lowered it and held it to one of my thighs, running it slowly upward through the thin cotton material of my uniform until it was pressed between my legs.
“Mmm, I bet you like that, Brennan,” he said, calling me by my last name. “Gonna be a while before you feel something hard like that between your legs.”
My heart skipped a beat, the tingling sensation I had felt when he had changed me into my uniform a few days prior to returning. He rubbed the nightstick against me and I breathed heavily, standing there, realizing my hands were still held up.
He continued to look at me, grinning and I began to wonder how long he was going to wait until he fucked me in here. I knew he had to be as excited as I was, anticipating it as much as I was, but how much was he going to let that anticipation build.
He knew he was in control and I had known that going into this game, but I was beginning to feel so incredibly horny. I had been considering masturbating, and I knew I would many times sooner or later during the coming months, but I had this incredible urge that I wanted the first time I experienced sexual release during this period to be from having Jeff deep inside of me, and I didn’t want to dull the impact of that by masturbating first.
So for right now, I was forcing myself to wait it out.
“Today’s a day for you to shower and change, Inmate,” he said, removing the nightstick from between my legs. He took me by the arm and led me out of the cell and down the corridor where we entered a room with a shower. Inside the shower, on a ledge, there was a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo. A white towel was on a shelf along with a fresh clean uniform, identical to what I was wearing, including the undergarments.
He pointed to a pop-up hamper.
“Uniform in there, put on the fresh one after you shower,” he ordered and then stepped out of the room.
I undressed, placing the clothes in the hamper, and turned on the water and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water flow down my naked body. I took the bar of soap and began to wash myself again doing my best to limit how much I touched my pussy, not wanting to overstimulate myself before Jeff had his way with me. I scrubbed shampoo into my blonde hair and closed my eyes, rinsing the shampoo.
Perhaps a little touch won’t hurt, I told myself and very lightly I let one of my fingers graze over my pussy.
Jeff banged on the door to the room, presumably with his nightstick.
“Move it, Inmate. This isn’t your country club shower room. Clean yourself and get dressed.”
Again, a smile crossed my lips at how real he was making this, calling out orders, making me feel like I truly was a prisoner. I finished rinsing the shampoo and soap from my body and I turned off the water and took the towel and dried off. I got myself dressed into the clean uniform and stepped back into the canvas shoes and I knocked on the door. Jeff opened it and took me by the arm and led me back to my cell and locked me inside.
***
During the two weeks between when Jeff had first showed me the jail and when my incarceration there had begun, we had both decided it was best if someone else knew where I was and that I was safe. We didn’t want my family and friends to worry about me not hearing from me for six months, so Jeff had asked if there was another friend that I had whom I could tell where I was and what was going on.