On my walk home I pass by a local dog kennel & cattery that houses pets while their owners go off and enjoy themselves elsewhere. It’s a depressing-looking place – as most ‘prisons’ tend to be – with concrete floors, high metal fences and inmates sharing communal spaces. Today as I went past there appeared to be a gang-bang in progress and everyone turned to look and bark at me, including the main offender in mid-thrust, as I walked by. It was a disturbing sight and I felt sorry for the small, white fluffy terrier that was quite literally being made into a bitch by all the bigger dogs.
Master and I often go for drives through the Swan Valley, our local wine-growing district that is about 20 minutes drive away. On the way there we pass by a very different sort of a prison – the local women’s prison – and I have to say that I drool every single time we go by. There is something about all that barbed wire and the thought of cells that gets me all hot and bothered. Master knows what a special place in my heart prisons hold and he will generally comment with a glint of humour in his eyes,
“That just makes you all wet, doesn’t it?”
I’ve had prison fantasies for as long as I can remember and love anything to do with them: shackles, cells, prison outfits, etc. I’m sure other kids used to make houses and shops from their lego sets, but I used to make prisons. I’d build a long room and divide it into tiny cells and put beds in them. I’d also take the hair off my lego men so they looked suitably ‘prisoner-ish’ and act out little scenes with the guards.
I’ve never actually been locked up in a cell for an indiscretion (because we all know I’m a good little girl) or even for fun, but it’s something I’ve always wanted to experience. Maybe it’s in my convict blood or something, but I just find the thought titillating. So much so that I’ve even thought of visiting the ‘Lock-up Restaurant’ in Tokyo when we’re there next year as you get to eat your meal in a ‘cell’.
While I thought the atmosphere and the fact that they handcuff you and lead you to your cell was kind of cool, I’m not too sure about having my drinks served as a chemistry set.
I think I prefer my prisons without the ghoulish, Dr Jekyl & Mr. Hyde overtones.
I realise the reality of prisons is quite nasty and it’s far removed from my romantic fantasies. Considering that I get bored in my cage after about an hour, I can’t imagine what it would be like to be locked up in a cell for days and days and…mmm…excuse me while I go and get a towel to lay across my seat.
Locked up for days and days…that’s just such a delicious thought.