The first alarm awakened her. Above her head, a little screen stuck in the wall told her that the sun was arising and it was time to wake up. The eletronic locks of the cuffs on wrists and ankles opened, as well as the one on her neck. The cables were thick, made to resist. It was a comfortable posture at least, laying up with arms at her sides and her legs slightly separated.

Alyah knew what to do, she had done it countless times. Clean her face, brush her teeth, comb her hair, use the bathroom, change her pajama for the uniform, and wait. She took off her light yellow pajama and placed it on the bed. Later would come the people assigned to laundry duty to take her used garments. She'd know, she had done it several times. There were no sheets but the pajama was fluffy and the air conditioning was always on. There were no cameras inside the cells, but no intimacy either. During the day, at any moment, any staff person could enter there, see everything and take away any non permitted item, as the doors would remain open all the time. During the sleeping hours though the doors were closed and the prison staff could also enter but only for a good reason or an emergency. Only the prison provided items were allowed. Fortunately they were good quality. The only expections where the two barbells pierced on her nipples, the one inch ring on her nose, and the vertical barbell on her clit, fond memories of her youth when her then boyfriend and later husband was still alive.

After cleaning, combing and peeing she put on the uniform. First the boring, plain white panties and bra. Second a thick long sleeved t-shirt, expendable in summer, recommendable in winter. Third, she changed the sleeping thick socks for the daily regular socks, all in white. Fourth the khaki jeans. Fifth the white long sleeved shirt that musted be fully buttoned. The white contrasted clearly with her brown skin. And lastly the black shoes. Every afternoon she was provided a clean set, saved in the shelf under the bed for the next day, where the used set along with the used pajama awaited to be taken to the laundry. There was also the option to put on a mask. Made of a thin fabric it was meant to protect the immate's identity, while being comfortable, leaving only holes on eyes, nose and mouth. Alyah had used it a couple of times, but it was somehow annoying and she just didn't need it. Besides without it she could wear her long hair in a ponytail.

A line was drawn across the floor, in the middle of the cell, starting at the door, going to the opposite end and then up along the wall, towards the ceiling. When twenty minutes after the first alarm sounded the second, she walked there. It didn't took long, because the cell was two per two meters. About a third of it was occupied by the bed. Counting the toilet and the sink, the space for walking was very limited. She crossed her hands together on the small of her back and faced the wall, very close, almost touching it with her nose. Her feet musted be at both sides of the line, as close to each other as her equilibrium allowed. Not long after the guard arrived and opened the heavy iron door, leaving a well stocked wheel cart outside.

-Good morning, immate 301476. Are you willing to obey today?- He asked in a polite tone, even if she knew what was behind.

-Good morning to you too, sir. I am willing to obey.- Always sir and ma'am with the prison staff. Always in a polite subservient tone.

-May I apply the chains then?

-Yes, sir, please.- Always thank you whenever someone of the staff made something to her or with her. Always please when she requested something, even if that something was being chained and restrained. By accepting that she always accepted to be touched. Intimate parts could be touched but briefly and with no sexual intention. Not obvious at least.

The guard grabbed a heavy leather belt from the cart. it was fitted around her waist and padlocked shut. From the front of it a heavy chain hung down to the middle of her calves. There it parted in two, each half ended in a metal cuff, that the guard closed around her ankles. It allowed a comfortable stride when walking, but made running difficult. Then another pair of handcuffs were closed around her wrists and connected to a ring on the back of the belt through a padlock. All the padlocks, doors and cuffs were electronic and needed a special device, shaped like a small pistol, that the staff members had. The cuffs on her legs would be present most of the day. The ones on her wrists not so much but still quite a lot.

At that point the guard checked that the uniform was right, first from behind and then making her turn around. He palpated here and there. At that point everybody knew that she was fair game, but they were supposed to check and it was a good excuse to cunningly rub a breast.

The guard produced a cell phone from her pocket and typed the immate number. It was twice written in big block letters across her back and chest. Everybody used it to address her, as she hadn't told anybody her name, like most immates did. The screen of the cell phone showed that she was on kitchen duty.

-Immate 301476, you are on kitchen duty today. Do you need me to show you the way?- A rule stated that any guard at any moment could request to check the number, so they had to be on sight, and she had to stay still while they did so.

-No, sir, thank you. I've been there.

He got out of the cell to let her pass, as with the two of them together it was already too crowded. She started to walk in the direction of the kitchen, while he went to the next cell, to repeat the procedure. Her husband and her had been talking about spending a week in that prison themed hotel. He would go as a guard and she as an immate. Since immates were chained and vulnerable most of the day, all clients performing as guards had to be all the time under a real staff member's watch, for protection. Couples or groups, if they checked in or booked together could make use of the rules that allowed spending time together in intimacy. Those rules had to be activated in the moment of arrival, never afterwards, and willingly by all parts. Acivating them during the stay could suggest intimidation or harassment. Depending on whatever they had previously agreed on the immate would be chained or not, and other items would be available for use such as floggers or cattle prods. Staff members with other staff members didn't have those limitations, but with immates involved protection mattered. If they had gone together, Alyah's husband would be allowed to spend time in her cell at night. He died, and at last she decided to go alone. The assigned tasks of the day ended normally at mid afternoon, with the exception of the kitchen duty that ended after dinner. Between that and the mandatory sleeping hours, in which the cuffs closed and legs, ams and neck musted be in position, there was plenty of time for intimate visits. In Alyah's case, to masturbate, read, watch a movie or just enjoy the silence of her cell.

She was more o less happy. It was a very quiet place. The rules didn't strictly forbid speaking, at least not in the easy or advanced levels. Though they strictly forbid distracting the staff members or other immates doing their tasks. She wasn't in a talkative mood anyways, and since she spent most of the day doing something or alone in her cell, she just didn't. Aside from having her mind in the varied tasks she had learned things. One of such tasks was about helping the electrician of the hotel, and he knew lots of things. Another task included helping the accountant. In the four weeks she had been there she had done lots of things.

All those tasks weren't mandatory, she chose to do them. By doing them she got merit points that she could exchange for several benefits and even better, her stay in hotel had a discount prize. The advanced security level was the third in cost. Cheaper was the easy level because they didn't use any bondage at night and only handcuffs on the front during the day, and so they didn't need assistance from the guards. Hard level was the most expensive because of the amount of hardware they had to carry all the time. They needed help to do anything, like going to the bathroom, and were only allowed to do the more tiresome jobs. Ironically the cheapest was extreme level, but Alyah didn't know why, she hadn't seen any of them.

Merit points could be exchanged for many things, like chosing their dessert at lunch and dinner, finishing work half an hour earlier, a razor to shave themselves, watching movies or listening to music in their cells, permission to shower alone instead of sharing the space with the other immates, books from the library, spending time in the fenced backyard, under the open sky, or other small things of the kind. Another option was free time in the gym, always under supervision and with either a leg or an arm strapped to the machine at the least.

The punishments for disobedience couldn't be very harsh, as the immates were clients and they were supposed to enjoy their stay. They were mostly about spending time in the dinnng hall after lunch, strapped to the chair, doing nothing at all, or simply being left alone in the cell. Those tiny cement cells, poorly lit and with no windows were terribly boring, but warm and silent if that was what the clients were seeking. The place had been a high security prison in the past, and one of its cell blocks had been repurposed as an hotel, and as such wasn't intended to be funny.

For Alyah made much more sense to spend the time doing something. As most of the public places had cameras, and also there were employees of the hotel eveywhere, she felt safe, even in bondage, and so far everybody had been respectful with her, aside from the guards occasionally barking orders or urging her to move faster. Another downside was that any of them could palpate her at any moment, to check if she was carrying any item that she wasn't supposed to, so the guards could and used to stop her several times a day. Another downside where the emergency alarms. They could be activated because an immate was doing something against the rules, or dangerous, or simply because the guards were bored. In that case all immates had to move fast to the nearest wall and stand facing it until the alarm stopped.

As she walked towards the kitchen she passed along a high security level immate. Instead of chains they were using a heavy white straight jacket, with their arms crossed on their chest, and eight straps cinched along their backs. Their allowed stride was shorter, as they had to use heavy pants with six short straps between the legs. Added to that their boots were more rigid and heavy. Their masks were still optional, thicker and heavier, made of leather. Mandatory were the wide collars and head harnesses, as they spent most of the day using a bit gag and blindfold, that could be attached to the harness. The collars had vertical D rings on the front and from them hung a chain that usually a guard was holding. Pulling on the chain, the blindfolded immate could know where to go.

The immate was dragging a cart behind him, attached to D rings along her straight jacket with several chains. It was their only permitted job, dragging carts with either food, clothes, pillows, stacks of paper, bags with garbage, people of the prison staff too lazy to walk, or even other immates. Even more disturbing, they were forced to wear a chastity belt or cock ring and had to spend merit points to be allowed to masturbate.

Because of that heavy bondage they needed help to do almost anything and so they musted have guards around them most of the time, when outside their cells. Inside the cell, though, it wasn't much more comfortable either, as instead of a bed they had a reclining chair, with leather straps on wrists, ankles, torso, and head. Sometimes the gag was removed but the bindfold always stayed on. The cell was quite smaller and the screen had no sound.

Alyah had tried it out and it was hard, as the name suggested. Any immate of the easy or advanced levels could spend one or more days under an upper level, to earn merit points. It started at the morning, when the guard came to open the cell, bringing the equipment, if the immate had requested it the previous day. Likewise it ended at the same hour of the next day. It was hot and tiresome, doing physical work with that thick straight jacket on. In the cell they could use the pajama, but only to be strapped to the chair. It was annoying having a guard ordering around and watching every step all day long. It was uncomfortable having a leather strap on the crotch rubbing the skin. She liked bondage, and had done some with her husband, but not that much or for so long. At the advanced level the bondage was always present but it was bearable. Hard level could be considered as torture.

When she arived to the dinning hall about half of the immates were already sitting in their assigned benches, organized by number. So far she had counted fourty eight clients and sixteen staff members in total. The immates sitting on the benches had their leg chains padlocked to a bolt on the edge of the bench. Their hands had been released from their backs and cuffed to a short chain hanging from the edge of the table. Some of them were going to spend all morning there as a punishment, she was sure.

She walked across the dinning hall and went straight to the kitchen. The breakfasts were mostly milk and cereals and didn't need much preparation, but they had to be unpacked and served on the trays. The immates would have to wait until all the kitchen staff had arrived and prepared the food. When she crossed the door to the kitchen a female guard was already waiting for her and the other staff members. She pressed the tip of her hollow, plastic batton, that wouldn't hurt a fly and was only for showing, against Alyah's chest. Then she produced her cellphone and typed the immate number again.

-Welcome, immate 103476. You are part of the kitchen staff for today.- Alyah new that she was going to spend a good chunk of the day in that kitchen, but fortunately there would be long pauses to rest between breakfast, lunch and dinner.- Otherwise I would have to punish you for entering here.

-I am aware. Thank you, ma'am.