MidReal Story
Prisoner of Desire
Scenario: Carissa was a successfull woman who booked a stay at fantasy prison. In the form she has chosen real treatment and rubber prison uniform. After arriving she had to change into a loose-fitting orange two pieced latex prison suit. It even had the letters "prisoner" ob her chest. Carissa felt aroused even it got sweaty quite soon. She was photographed like a real criminal. She loved every second.
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For years, I’d been living a boring life.
I was a successful businesswoman, but my days were all the same.
I would get up early, go to work, go to the gym, eat healthily, and then go to bed.
I wanted something more, but I didn’t know what.
In the end, I decided to take a step that would forever change my life.
I booked a stay at Fantasy Prison Retreat.
I wanted something different, so I chose the real treatment package.
This was my chance to finally have an adventure.
Chapter One: The Arrival
The sun beat down on my face as I drove through the winding roads of the mountain.
I was surrounded by trees and there wasn’t another car in sight.
It was beautiful and serene.
Almost too perfect.
As much as I loved my job and the life it afforded me, I needed some time away.
I wanted something different and exciting for a change.
That’s why I’d booked a stay at Fantasy Prison Retreat.
I had always been curious about what it would be like to be behind bars.
It was something so different than what I was used to.
I chose the real treatment package over the light treatment one because if I was going to do it, I wanted to do it right.
In the back of my car, I had two suitcases—one with regular clothes so that I could go out and about when this was all over, and another with things that were more appropriate for prison life: sneakers, sweatpants, and t-shirts.
I didn’t know many details about what would happen while I was there, but from reading the brochure on their website, it seemed like they would provide me with everything else that I needed while I was there.
Besides, how long could I really be there?
Surely not long enough to run out of clothes… right?
The GPS on my car told me that I was only ten minutes away from my destination and that made my heart race.
What had I gotten myself into?
And just like that, the gates appeared before me.
They were big and intimidating with barbed wire all around them.
The guard towered above me as he looked down at me from his post.
“Are you here for check in?”
My voice sounded small and timid as I answered him even though I tried to sound confident and sure of my decision.
Yes,” I said louder this time so that he could hear me better.
He nodded his head and pressed the button to unlock the gate before speaking into his radio to let someone else know that I had arrived.
“Great,” he said to me then motioned towards the gate.
I felt like I had been given permission to enter and I drove my car through the gates and into the compound beyond.
Parking my car in the space that he directed me to, I grabbed my bags from the back seat and made my way towards the entrance.
I paused for a moment when I reached the big wooden doors, but then I pushed them open and entered the building.
The guard who greeted me at the door escorted me down a long hallway towards check in where we were met by another woman who looked to be in her fifties with her dark hair pulled back into an unfriendly bun on the top of her head.
She looked me up and down before speaking in an official voice “Name?”
I didn’t know why but I was surprised that they were treating it like a real prison.
For some reason, I’d thought that it would be more like a resort and less like a real prison.
It was a strange thought to have.
After all, that was what I was here for.
They had packages designed specifically for people like me who wanted to feel what it was like to be a real prisoner.
It was just odd to actually be here now.
“Carissa Smith,” I said as I handed her my ID and waited for her to look up my information in her computer.
I’d booked a two-day stay and she typed something into her computer.
“Is everything correct?”
she asked after a moment and I looked at the screen where she had my information up.
I read through it quickly then nodded my head.
It was all correct.
It’s correct,” I said and she nodded her head before typing something else into her computer and then printing off some paperwork for me to sign.
I took the pen from her and quickly signed my name three times at the bottom of the page.
She took the papers back from me then stamped them with a large red stamp that read ‘PAID’ across the top of it in capital letters before handing them back to me “There you go,” she said and I took them from her with a smile on my face.
“You’re all checked in.” The guard who had escorted me down to check in said as he stepped up next to me again.
I nodded my head at him before looking back at the woman “Thank you.”
I turned to follow the guard as he walked away, but then he stopped and turned around to face me when I didn’t move “The changing room is next.” He said as he held his hand out towards me with a paper bag in it.
I took the bag from him as I looked back towards the other woman, but she just nodded her head at me as if to say that it was my turn now to go with him before she looked back down at her computer and started typing something else into it.
I turned to follow the guard as he led me down a hallway then opened a door for me so that I could walk inside.
“Go ahead and strip down then change into your uniform.I’ll be waiting outside for you when you’re done.” He said as he stepped inside behind me then closed the door so that I was alone in the room.
I looked around the room then walked over to one of the benches and sat my bag down on top of it so that I could pull out my uniform before I started to change.
They were keeping everything just like a real prison.
I opened up the bag and pulled out my uniform to look at what was inside of it quickly then sighed when I saw that there was no underwear included with it just like the rules had said.
It was all that I was going to be wearing while I was here and that had included no underwear so that they could humiliate me.
I really should have brought my own pair to wear underneath it because I didn’t want these guards to see me naked when I changed.
I sighed as I reached up to start unbuttoning my shirt so that I could take it off then slipped off my pants so that I could change into my uniform quickly.
There wasn’t much privacy while I changed because there was a camera in one of the corners of the room that would be recording everything that went on inside of it, but I still felt self-conscious about changing in front of these guards because I wasn’t used to being watched by people whenever they wanted to watch me.
I quickly changed out of my clothes then slipped on my uniform before looking down at myself as soon as it was on.
The latex was already making me feel hot, but it hugged tightly against my skin so that it highlighted all of my curves perfectly as if it had been made just for me even though it hadn’t been.
I ran my hands down over my stomach then cupped my breasts as I looked down at them since I didn’t have a bra on to hold them up or cover them so that they weren’t visible so easily even though they were small enough that they weren’t very noticeable anyways.
I couldn’t believe that I had to wear this for two days, but at least it would be off of me soon enough and then I would be able to go home and take a shower and relax in some comfortable clothes after everything that had happened over this weekend.
I ran my hands down over the front of my uniform then paused when I saw that there were two words that had been written across my chest by someone that said ‘prisoner’ so that way everyone here would know that I wasn’t just some normal woman who had come here to visit but that was actually a prisoner who belonged in this place.
I couldn’t believe that they had done that, but it made sense since they wanted everyone here to know that we were real criminals even though we weren’t really, but it might make things more fun while we were here so that we could pretend that we actually were real prisoners who belonged behind bars even though we weren’t.
I pulled down on my shirt then tugged down on the bottoms of my pants when they had ridden up on me so that I could pull them on as well then tied them around my waist so that they wouldn’t start to fall off of me while I wore them because they were already loose around my hips and there wasn’t much holding them up other than the strings that had been included with them.
“Don’t worry about those strings because we can cut them off of you if you want.” The guard said as he opened the door then stepped inside so that he was standing behind me again with his arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at me.
“It’s almost like you’re not wearing anything at all because it’s so tight.”
He chuckled softly.
“It must be hard for you to wear something like this.”
He said, but there was a teasing tone in his voice as he said it.
“Not really.” I said with a smile on my face even though it was tight and it was making me feel hot already since the latex didn’t breathe, but it was really turning me on to wear it because it was something that I had never worn before and it was making me feel like a real prisoner even though I wasn’t one.
“It’s not like I have anything to be embarrassed about since you’ve seen me naked anyways.”
I stood up from where I had been crouching down to pull up on the bottoms of my pants so that they weren’t riding up on me anymore then walked over toward him so that he could see what I looked like while wearing it since it was the first time that he had seen me in it, but it wouldn’t be the last because I had to wear it until it was time for me to leave this place because it was required with the package that I had purchased even though it was only two days long.
