Chapter Nine
Life shifted dramatically for me the day I was taken inside the prison for a party in the Governor’s house. This made me think the Governor, a woman, might have known for some time what some of her staff were up to.
Emma had been as good as her word about buying bondage and slave training equipment online, and the Governor’s party was the perfect opportunity to show off her purchases.
One item she’d chosen was a sleek skin tight leather suit with straps to pin back my arms worn with a black leather hood with mouth and eye cut outs. The mouth piece had a gag inside some two or three inches in length. I wore nothing underneath and the suit was so tight it was like a second skin. When Emma let me look at myself in the mirror I gasped at just how de-personalised I was, featurel
