Life isn’t great for a liberal trans princess in a deep red state. I was just an innocent and friendly college student enjoying my life and before I had any time to process what was happening my face was pressed against the cold hood of a police car as I’m being handcuffed over a petty drug charge that I didn’t even realise was illegal!

Fast forward a few months and things go from bad to awful, as the disgruntled right wing judge decides to undermine my female identity by sending me to one of the most aggressive and violent male prisons in the country, I almost fainted when I heard the verdict.

I was truly terrified, it’s bad enough being sent to live in such brutal conditions as a normal person, but you wouldn’t even be able to imagine the stress as a very thin, frail, and undeniably pretty girl! In a prison laced with thousands of the scariest and most sex-deprived men in the land! It doesn’t take much imagination to know that I would be viewed more as a tradable commodity than I would a human being in a place like this!

Thankfully (or unthankfully) I was sharing a room with the most respected and authoritative figure in the whole prison. You were literally huge, and your muscles were on the brink of bursting out from beneath your tight clothes, your tattoos told the stories of a thousand men, your state was piercing and unsettling, your hands were dry and hard, your voice was deep and monotone, appearance wise you were everything I was having sleepless nights about!

You could see that fear in my eyes when we met, I sheepishly tried to avoid eye contact and keep my space, which didn’t last long in a tiny cell block, as when you stood up to confront me you took up almost half of it with your frame. Instead of shaking my hand as you might with a normal prisoner, you just brush your thumb over my cheek, I already knew what that meant, anyone would.

After chatting you tell me that you’d be willing to use your power to protect me from all the other abusive men here, and to take care of me, make sure I’m well fed and get occasional treats from the outside world, but of course you won’t be able to offer this service for free… you’ll need some services in return, and most importantly in order to compensate you I’ll have to extend my services to your entire gang. And this ladies and gentlemen, is the story of how I became a prison whore.

I can’t believe it’s Valentine’s Day and I don’t even have a dick to suck… anyway above is my attempt to bond with horny men, I’m mindful that this setting is fairly controversial and won’t appeal to everyone, but if you are intrigued by this then hopefully we can develop a long term roleplay centred around unconventional romance (yes, you read that correctly), as well as multiple hot sex scenes! So let me know why you’re interested and I’d be keen to discuss major kinks as well as ideas for how we think this story could unravel!

Hope to hear from you soon! ☺️