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The farm was made up of a two-storey brick house with large windows that looked weathered. The house was the first thing you would see coming up off the dirty road. Trees and bushes lined the road to the house and also lined the perimeter. Again this kept the buildings out of sight. About ft away from house were a couple of wooden barns. Both barns were completely enclosed with only one small wooden door. A high wire fence had been placed around both barns and a set of cameras watched over them. There were no animals, machinery or crops on the land. Plus the whole area was clean and tidy.

It was clearly not a working farm.

What no one knew about was the fact this farm was a secret fetish prison. Both wooden barns had been transformed into prison wings. One for male prisoners and bdsm prison stories other for female. On the inside of the barns was a half circle of 10 high-tech cells. The lighting was pouring down from the celling as spotlights had been put there.

The wooden walls of the barn had been covered in wire fencing and the same fencing continued up to the celling. A network of cameras and sensors watched over the cells. The only way in in and out was a small wooden door that had entered into via a wire cage. With a heavy duty steel door the only way through. Apart from the cells the whole area within the barn was empty. The barns also had air-con and temp control and were soundproof. In between the two barns was a double locked metal door. Built facing straight down and was heavily reenforced.

It was the isolation and punishment wing with only two cells and a discipline room. All underground and without natural light and with excellent soundproofing. The pit was a dead end and almost impossible to get out of, once you got put there. Living in the brick house were the owners of this beautiful prison. Four long-term friends that meet at university as they lived in the same accommodation. Jess, Sam, Jasmine and Sarah made up the fab four. Sooner or later they each found out about the others kinks and become a lot closer. They ofter spent hours each day talking to each other and were almost always together as a four.

They had started Uni at the same time and finished at the same time as well. The University they went to was bdsm prison stories University of Liverpool. Sarah was the one who lived at the farm house before it was changed.

The other three all had come from London and had been living in the seaside city the whole time. They would go to fetish events in Liverpool, Manchester and Blackpool. So they knew about the fetish scene in the north west of England. After the third year finished and with University behind them. They all worked within the city of Liverpool as whatever jobs they could find.

So Sam worked in a retail shop near the dock area. Jess worked at a local bar near Anfield, the home stadium of the football teams in the city. She often worked weekends as it was match day. Jasmine who happened to be the kinkiest one, work as a fetish model. She would bring her outfits home and get lots of banter about how she looked.

Sarah worked from home as a artist and deer. She normally worked on fetish stuff as well. As it happens one of them was from a girl that was in one of her lessons. So as they already knew each other and they agreed to meet up for a date. Jasmine was bisexual and was more then happy to meet this girl, her name was Alannah. The date went well and they bdsm prison stories seeing each other soon after. They become very close over the next 5 months and had some very kinky sex in that time. Sarah had turned her fetish eye to the farm itself. Sarah had always dreamed about owning a prison and she was not the only one, Alannah also loved the idea.

It was a massive turn on and she would daydream about it all the time. Sarah was well off and the penny finally dropped. She could afford to do it. After talking to the girls about her plan and with Alannah as her wingman. She talked about the cost, location, equipment, setup, layout, pay, job role, what she wanted from them and how they would fit in. They all accepted the plans and started work two weeks later. After completing the work and starting up a website listing the farm as a fetish hot spot.

The girls went for a night out. After lots of drinking, singing and having a good time at some of the best clubs in Liverpool. Alannah had gone missing for the last 30 minutes. Jasmine had been looking for her everywhere and was heart broken when she found her. Outside the club and down a side street was Alannah and she was pleasantly kissing another girl.

In fairness from what Jasmine could see the women her girlfriend was kissing looked stunning. But their relationship was over. She should rush over there and tell her. Or the thought entered her mind. Why not play the long game and punish her for her actions. Jasmine told the other girls the next morning and had already come up with an insane idea. Amazingly the girls agreed to it almost straight way. The prison they have built would no longer be used for play. But a place to get revenge on cheaters and lairs. She even knew how to build it. They got a team of workmen in and told them it was for wine barrels as they planed to move into the wine world.

The workers never found this odd and quickly completed the job. They built the basic underground layout and the girls added all the special items. The girls also updated the prison they had already done. They changed the website and listings on fetish sites. Alannah had been away from a few weeks as she had been seeing loved ones. When she arrived back she was amazed at how the farm had changed.

All the girls were wearing matching uniforms, a perfect fitting latex catsuit in black with light grey gloves and knee long skirt. It was a eye opening scene as she said welcome to them. She also spotted other stuff which got bdsm prison stories thinking. In the corridor was mountains of cheap dog food, bowls, water bottles and vitamin packs. In Jasmine bedroom was around 50 thick orange latex catsuits with a on each one. Bdsm prison stories after box of bondage equipment and miles of chain.

Alannah was hoping it was down to the prison starting to take off and people had been going to it. Sadly for her she was wrong. As she entered her room. On the bed was a green catsuit with hands and feet built in and a large bottle of lube. A metal collar which would keep her neck rigid and fixed. A pair of latex mittens that would make her hands unless.

A full restraint system that would keep her under control. She would be able to move around and walk. But not fast and would be unable to defend herself. Alannah was once again thinking about what was going on? She turned round to see a smiling Jasmine looking wildly at her.

The suit has been made solely for you. We needed someone to test the prison and as you have been away. We want to see how you deal with it. See if you plead to be let out. If you least longer then 2 days, we will have the dirtiest sex so far in our relationship. I have been keeping a couple of things back.

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