As the sun set over the prison grounds, Officer Jenkins made her way to Cell Block C, where she was scheduled to “escort” inmate Michael for his evening visit with a lawyer.
But what the other guards didn’t know was that this visit had become a daily ritual between Jenkins and Michael - a ritual that had nothing to do with legal matters or even official business.
As soon as they left the crowded corridors of the prison, Jenkins led Michael down a deserted corridor, her boots echoing off the walls. She stopped in front of a small door marked “Authorized Personnel Only.” With a swipe of her
keycard, she unlocked it and stepped through into a narrow room.
Michael followed, his eyes fixed on Jenkins as she closed the door behind them. The air was thick with anticipation - not just for him, but also for Jenkins herself.
“You know the drill,” she said, her voice low and husky, as she began to remove Michael’s handcuffs.
As soon as the restraints were off, Jenkins stepped forward, her eyes locked on Michael’s face. She took a deep breath, and then with a slow smile, she began to walk towards him.
Her boots crunched into the soft carpet of the room, each step sending vibrations through Michael’s body. He felt his heart racing, his skin tingling as he realized what was about to happen.
Jenkins didn’t bother with any pretenses or formalities. She just kept walking, her heels digging into Michael’s stomach and chest. He gasped in shock, but also in anticipation - for this was a sensation he’d grown to love over the
past few weeks.
As she trampled on him, Jenkins felt a rush of excitement course through her veins. This was what she lived for - the power, the control, and the sheer thrill of dominating another human being.
Michael writhed beneath her feet, his body squirming in response to the pressure. But he didn’t try to escape or resist. He just let himself be walked all over by Jenkins, who kept moving back and forth across him like a predator
stalking its prey.
As they continued this twisted dance, Michael’s face flushed red, but not from pain - from pleasure. For in that moment, he was completely at the mercy of Officer Jenkins, and he knew that nothing else mattered except for the way
her boots felt on his skin.
As Jenkins continued to trample on Michael, she suddenly stopped and pulled off her boots. She stood before him, her feet bare and her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity.
Michael felt his heart racing as he realized what was about to happen next. He knew that Jenkins loved to switch up her tactics - sometimes she’d use her heels, but other times she’d opt for the gentler touch of her toes or even
just her full weight on bare feet.
And now, it seemed, she had chosen the most intense option of all.
Without another word, Jenkins stepped forward and planted one foot firmly on Michael’s chest. She leaned into him, her body weight pressing down onto his skin like a mountain range. The force was immense, crushing Michael beneath
Jenkins’ full weight.
As the pressure built up, Michael felt himself starting to lose consciousness. But he didn’t want to give in - not yet, anyway. He wanted to see this through, to experience every last moment of Jenkins’ brutal footwork.
And so, even as his vision began to blur and his body started to go limp, Michael kept watching Jenkins, transfixed by the way her face seemed to light up with pleasure as she trampled on him.
Her eyes were closed now, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her feet were planted firmly on Michael’s chest, her weight crushing him beneath her bare soles.
And then, just as it seemed like Jenkins was about to reach the climax of her footwork, Michael’s world went black. He passed out, his body limp and unresponsive as Jenkins continued to tread on him with her full weight.
As Jenkins stepped off Michael’s face, she took a deep breath and looked down at him. He was still unconscious, his body limp and unresponsive. She knew that he would wake up soon, and when he did, he would be hurting.
Jenkins smiled to herself as she stood over Michael. She had always loved the power dynamic between them, the way she could control and dominate him. And now, with her boots still warm from trampling on his face, she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her.
She waited for a few minutes, listening to Michael’s slow and labored breathing. When he finally started to stir, Jenkins reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet.
“Time to go back to your cell,” she said, her voice cold and detached.
Michael looked up at her, his eyes still glassy from the pain and humiliation. But as he met Jenkins’ gaze, something in his expression changed. He seemed to be looking at her with a newfound respect, a sense of awe that only came from being dominated and controlled.
Jenkins smiled again, this time to herself. She knew that she had created something special between them, something that went beyond the usual power dynamic of guard and prisoner. And as she led Michael back to his cell, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what was to come.
As they walked, Jenkins reached out and gently touched Michael’s face. He flinched at her touch, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he seemed to lean into it, almost as if he was craving more.
“Tomorrow,” Jenkins whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “Tomorrow, we’ll do it all again.”
And with that, she pushed him back into his cell and closed the door behind him, leaving Michael to stew in the aftermath of their twisted little game.