Lesbian Female / 48
Based on my experiences working in psych isolation at a maximum security women's prison:
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You arrive at the isolation tier. Getting there takes a while - you go up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, through a set of double doors, down another hallway and finally through another set of heavy double doors before you enter the isolation tier's intake area. Basic deal - a medium-sized room with the guards' facilities on the left, and a couple small offices on the right hand wall. You walk to the far right corner, step past a heavy single door and you've finally made it: the cell area.
A long hallway stretches out in front of you with fifteen cells along the right hand side. Some isolation units are very loud but not this one; the walls and doors are thick. All you hear are a couple muted inmate's voices and the sound of doors closing behind you. Cell #8 is where you are headed; walking up the hall you peer into each cell through the window along the right hand side of each cell door, large for easy observation. You note that the cells are very spartan; all tile with a mat in one corner, a toilet bowl jutting out of the other and a narrow window along the back wall which looks outside and lets natural light in. Most of the cells are occupied; you see inmates sitting, lying down on their mat, or just standing looking out the window. The woman in #6 is on the toilet and you quickly look away. The inmates are different ages and sizes and complexions but they have one thing in common; they are all completely nude. Clothes are not allowed inside their cells, as the risk for self-harm is too great; and besides down here the temperature runs from hot, to extremely hot.
You reach Cell #8, stop, and peer into the window. Emma is dancing, back to the cell door, totally in her own world. You hear the slapping, shuffling sound of her bare feet on the floor. A petite but shapely girl in her mid-20s, Emma is energetic and strangely upbeat and you can often see her dancing, exercising, or with her face in her cell door window trying to talk to anyone who passes by. Her wavy brown hair is tied back in a loose knot (all inmates' hair must be tied back) and her little round ass jiggles just a little as she moves around. She is dancing with a wide stance and you can see a tight little patch of dark pubic hair jutting out from between her legs.
You knock hard on the heavy metal cell door; she instantly stops, looks back, then walks up to the window and gives you a big smile. Don't be fooled by Emma; she might seem harmless but is serving 14 years for attempted murder, having drugged & beaten her boyfriend then left him for dead. You kneel down and open the food hatch to talk to her. She must have been dancing for a while; as soon as you open the hatch you are instantly hit with the smell of body odor and the unmistakable aroma of sweaty vagina.
"Approach the hatch, hands behind your back please." You say the words but you don't even really have to, Emma knows the drill. She instantly puts her hands behind her back, turns around so her back is facing the door and squats down, putting her wrists through the food hatch. You take a pair of heavy handcuffs from your belt and put them on her small wrists.
"Turn around, stand at attention."
She stands up and turns around; you see her bare knees in the food hatch. You select a key from your heavy keyring, insert it into the lock on the door and turn it, making a metallic clicking sound. You then grab the handle and swing the heavy door open into the hallway. Emma stands there, hands cuffed behind her back, naked as a jaybird. She has small breasts and her nipples stand at attention in the cooler air of the hallway.
"Step forward."
She steps forward, bopping her head slightly as though she's listening to music in her head. You take her by the crook of her left arm and walk her towards the end of the hallway, her bare feet padding on the hall's concrete floor. At the very end of the hallway are two extra cells used for restraints; one has a raised bunk with a mat for bed restraints, the other is empty except for a restraint chair for, well, chair restraints. A couple weeks earlier Emma kicked a guard; she claimed it was an accident, but they gave her three weeks chair status, meaning every afternoon she heads down the hall and spends five hours in the restraint chair. Usually inmates get a gown or scrubs to wear when they leave their cell (like for a shower or rec), but since the distance down the hall is so short we don't bother for inmates heading to a restraint cell. Not that Emma even cares, she'll stand in her doorway in the nude, hands on hips, and have a long conversation with you. When it's really hot she'll sleep sprawled out on her mat, hands behind head and legs open wide, fast asleep. We call her the little exhibitionist, it doesn't seem to bother her at all.
You reach the restraint cell and swing open the door (it remains unlocked if not in use), beckoning Emma in with your arm. She pads in and heads straight for the restraint chair - after two weeks she knows the drill down pat. You point to the chair, which faces the left hand wall, and tell her to get in.
She stands there, kind of swaying, and says playfully "but I don't wanna!"
"Come on, get in, the sooner you're in the sooner you'll be out." You give her a little pat on the butt and she climbs in, still handcuffed behind her back. She sits on the edge of the chair, braces her feet against the metal footrest then kind of shimmies into the back of the chair so her hands are tucked under her buttocks. There is a little hole in the back of the chair, near the bottom, with a metal bar and you padlock the chain on her handcuffs to the bar. That's why we handcuff inmates behind their back in their cells if they're going in the chair, it saves time and you don't have to cuff/recuff.
The metal footrest has a shackle on each side; you kneel down in front of the chair, take each one of Emma's ankles and snap it in the shackle. You look up - Emma is still bopping her head to the mystery music, eyes closed. Her legs are open and from where you are kneeling her hairy little pussy is directly in front of your face. Her small breasts bounce a little from the movement.
"Shackles too tight?"
She opens her eyes and looks down at you. "No, fine."
"Okay". You get up and leave the cell, and swing the heavy door closed. You take one last look at Emma through the window. Her eyes are closed, humming, her head and legs swaying back and forth. You asked her, once, why her attitude was so good. She said her dad had money and told her that when she got out he'd put her up for life, no job no worries.
"So I just have to make it through this shithole", she said, "and I'm home free!" She made a wide, exaggerated grin at you, then ran back to the center of her cell and started dancing, in the nude, oblivious to the world.
You turn away from the restraint cell and walk up the hallway. It's time for Janet in #3 to go shower.
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You arrive at the isolation tier. Getting there takes a while - you go up two flights of stairs, down a hallway, through a set of double doors, down another hallway and finally through another set of heavy double doors before you enter the isolation tier's intake area. Basic deal - a medium-sized room with the guards' facilities on the left, and a couple small offices on the right hand wall. You walk to the far right corner, step past a heavy single door and you've finally made it: the cell area.
A long hallway stretches out in front of you with fifteen cells along the right hand side. Some isolation units are very loud but not this one; the walls and doors are thick. All you hear are a couple muted inmate's voices and the sound of doors closing behind you. Cell #8 is where you are headed; walking up the hall you peer into each cell through the window along the right hand side of each cell door, large for easy observation. You note that the cells are very spartan; all tile with a mat in one corner, a toilet bowl jutting out of the other and a narrow window along the back wall which looks outside and lets natural light in. Most of the cells are occupied; you see inmates sitting, lying down on their mat, or just standing looking out the window. The woman in #6 is on the toilet and you quickly look away. The inmates are different ages and sizes and complexions but they have one thing in common; they are all completely nude. Clothes are not allowed inside their cells, as the risk for self-harm is too great; and besides down here the temperature runs from hot, to extremely hot.
You reach Cell #8, stop, and peer into the window. Emma is dancing, back to the cell door, totally in her own world. You hear the slapping, shuffling sound of her bare feet on the floor. A petite but shapely girl in her mid-20s, Emma is energetic and strangely upbeat and you can often see her dancing, exercising, or with her face in her cell door window trying to talk to anyone who passes by. Her wavy brown hair is tied back in a loose knot (all inmates' hair must be tied back) and her little round ass jiggles just a little as she moves around. She is dancing with a wide stance and you can see a tight little patch of dark pubic hair jutting out from between her legs.
You knock hard on the heavy metal cell door; she instantly stops, looks back, then walks up to the window and gives you a big smile. Don't be fooled by Emma; she might seem harmless but is serving 14 years for attempted murder, having drugged & beaten her boyfriend then left him for dead. You kneel down and open the food hatch to talk to her. She must have been dancing for a while; as soon as you open the hatch you are instantly hit with the smell of body odor and the unmistakable aroma of sweaty vagina.
"Approach the hatch, hands behind your back please." You say the words but you don't even really have to, Emma knows the drill. She instantly puts her hands behind her back, turns around so her back is facing the door and squats down, putting her wrists through the food hatch. You take a pair of heavy handcuffs from your belt and put them on her small wrists.
"Turn around, stand at attention."
She stands up and turns around; you see her bare knees in the food hatch. You select a key from your heavy keyring, insert it into the lock on the door and turn it, making a metallic clicking sound. You then grab the handle and swing the heavy door open into the hallway. Emma stands there, hands cuffed behind her back, naked as a jaybird. She has small breasts and her nipples stand at attention in the cooler air of the hallway.
"Step forward."
She steps forward, bopping her head slightly as though she's listening to music in her head. You take her by the crook of her left arm and walk her towards the end of the hallway, her bare feet padding on the hall's concrete floor. At the very end of the hallway are two extra cells used for restraints; one has a raised bunk with a mat for bed restraints, the other is empty except for a restraint chair for, well, chair restraints. A couple weeks earlier Emma kicked a guard; she claimed it was an accident, but they gave her three weeks chair status, meaning every afternoon she heads down the hall and spends five hours in the restraint chair. Usually inmates get a gown or scrubs to wear when they leave their cell (like for a shower or rec), but since the distance down the hall is so short we don't bother for inmates heading to a restraint cell. Not that Emma even cares, she'll stand in her doorway in the nude, hands on hips, and have a long conversation with you. When it's really hot she'll sleep sprawled out on her mat, hands behind head and legs open wide, fast asleep. We call her the little exhibitionist, it doesn't seem to bother her at all.
You reach the restraint cell and swing open the door (it remains unlocked if not in use), beckoning Emma in with your arm. She pads in and heads straight for the restraint chair - after two weeks she knows the drill down pat. You point to the chair, which faces the left hand wall, and tell her to get in.
She stands there, kind of swaying, and says playfully "but I don't wanna!"
"Come on, get in, the sooner you're in the sooner you'll be out." You give her a little pat on the butt and she climbs in, still handcuffed behind her back. She sits on the edge of the chair, braces her feet against the metal footrest then kind of shimmies into the back of the chair so her hands are tucked under her buttocks. There is a little hole in the back of the chair, near the bottom, with a metal bar and you padlock the chain on her handcuffs to the bar. That's why we handcuff inmates behind their back in their cells if they're going in the chair, it saves time and you don't have to cuff/recuff.
The metal footrest has a shackle on each side; you kneel down in front of the chair, take each one of Emma's ankles and snap it in the shackle. You look up - Emma is still bopping her head to the mystery music, eyes closed. Her legs are open and from where you are kneeling her hairy little pussy is directly in front of your face. Her small breasts bounce a little from the movement.
"Shackles too tight?"
She opens her eyes and looks down at you. "No, fine."
"Okay". You get up and leave the cell, and swing the heavy door closed. You take one last look at Emma through the window. Her eyes are closed, humming, her head and legs swaying back and forth. You asked her, once, why her attitude was so good. She said her dad had money and told her that when she got out he'd put her up for life, no job no worries.
"So I just have to make it through this shithole", she said, "and I'm home free!" She made a wide, exaggerated grin at you, then ran back to the center of her cell and started dancing, in the nude, oblivious to the world.
You turn away from the restraint cell and walk up the hallway. It's time for Janet in #3 to go shower.
