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It’s the future
But not as you know it!
Setting the scene:
My story starts just over 200 years ago in the year 2015. My name is Sam (Samuel) Tyler ad back then I was the sole owner of a successful UK private prison empire.
As you read this story, you’ll already know that I’m bondage but I never really talked openly about my fantasies, even when I won the Euro Lottery in February 2008.
I guess I should start my story before February 2008 and set the scene up to that day that would change the first part of my life:
As I explained earlier, my name is Sam Tyler and back in the 2008 I lived to Berkshire or should I say “Royal Berkshire” in the south east of England. Without going into too many details, I was a relatively successful executive for an IT company. Back then I 39 years old and I never married as I really never found a girl that I felt comfortable sharing my fantasies with. You will now be asking, ‘What fantasies?’
Very simply and I’m sure a lot of you will relate to this; since the age of 9 or maybe 10, I’ve had fantasies about bondage. I obviously had no idea it had a name back then but in the 1970’s and then into the 1980’s, I got aroused by the sight of damsels in distress. As I grew into adolescence I would get an erection at a scene on TV when a beautiful girl was kidnapped, usually tied up and gagged. This would have been typical rope ties but I loved to see girls gagged with scarves and I guess I subconsciously started to link scarves with Bondage and therefore I loved to see girls with scarves wrapped tightly around their necks, typically in the UK winters. As the 1990’s turned into the 21st century, I had dated many girls but got no fulfilment from any female along the lines of bondage, especially scarf bondage. It was a shame because the scarf really came into fashion during the early part of the 21st century and you’ll be glad to hear, stayed! Even today in 2215, girls still wrapped their slender necks in wool scarves and I’m glad to report silk takes over during the warm summer months.
It’s also about time I also updated you on my other indulgence. I guess my love for wool scarves turned into an obsession for other female attire:
In the winter months I love seeing girls wearing tight wool jumpers, short skirts and their long legs clad in black opaque Lycra tights or pantyhose as they’re known in North America. Yes, these cloths may cover the female assets but still offer a view of the general female shape hidden below. The female beauty in my mind would then be increased or highlighted by a long wool winter scarf tied tightly around her neck and the icing on the cake would be long leather, high heeled boots.
In the summer I love to see girls wearing flowery dresses that show off their shape, especially their long legs that can gain some protection in the long cold winter months by soft Lycra tights. Open towed sandals would be a must and obviously a silk scarf knotted around the neck.
Yes, you might think I’m sick but why are you reading this story then?
Let’s be honest, my fantasies never hurt anyone except me. Ok, I might have hurt a few girls in my time but none of them ever received any physical damage. Not being able to share my fantasies with a suitable female partner meant I was left to my own devisees. Many a guy reading this story will or should relate to resorting to cross-dressing!
Okay folks, I’m coming out. There is nothing like spending a Saturday afternoon in the house, catching up on recorded TV or surfing the net but while wearing female attire! I would often spend a cold winter Saturday afternoon, even a morning leading into an all day session wearing a warm jumper, short skirt, 90D black opaque tights and of course, a long wool / cashmere scarf wrapped tightly around my not so slender neck. The internet meant this pastime got even easier because back in 2004, eBay opened the world to guys like me who could now easily buy bra’s, tummy tuck pants, large size female shoes or boots and even wigs from the comfort of our own home. My Saturday sessions normally ended after a prolonged session of self bondage. By the late 1990’s, I’d moved away from rope bondage and began a new level of indulgence at the hands of steel handcuffs, which also became so easy to obtain through the power of internet shopping! I would often leave the TV or PC and head to my bedroom. Sometimes the bondage would start downstairs by tying my crossed ankles, gagging myself using a rolled up pair of thin tights and duck tape, which I always tidied up by covering the lower part of my face with the thick wool scarf that I’d worn up to then. Handcuffing my own hands behind my back then left me with no option but to make the difficult and very slow journey upstairs to my bedroom and freedom as the keys were always left on my bedside cabinet. Try moving around when your ankles are tide but crossed? You can’t stand up as you’ll loose your balance so moving around is reduced to a slow and sometime painful process. Freedom would then come after maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Once I did try to stand up but fell over, nearly knocking myself out and leaving quite a bruise on my forehead for days afterwards. I’m guessing that many of you guys reading this and maybe some females will relate to my experiences because you’ve also found yourselves in the same position yourself.
In closing this first part of my story, I thought I’d share with you my thoughts and fantasies during the brief sessions of cross-dressed bondage:
It’s very simple folks, I really wanted my single and reasonably attractive next door neighbour, ‘Arlene’ to come into my house and find me there, wearing the female attire and helpless without the keys to my handcuffs. I’d fantasise about Arlene keeping me as her toy for a weekend, doing what she pleased with me and keeping me bound and wearing the soft female clothing that I’d come to love wearing in my private weekend world.
The Euro Lottery:
Okay, 76-million-to-one and that one was me! My £1.50 investment paid off in a £92m pay out from Camelot, the UK operator of the UK and Euro lottery at that time in the early 21st century. I really never did the lottery but this time I did and what a difference it would make to my life back in 2008.
Like most large lottery winners, I gave up my job and bought a new house. My new estate; this time in rural Oxfordshire cost me just under £10m and took me nearly a year to find! Yes, I did buy cars and took several holidays but travelling BA first class was a whole lot different than the usual trips to California down the back of a 747 in those days.
The reason it took me a year to find the estate was simple. I wanted an estate with a sizable basement. A basement that enabled me to take my private fanaticises to a whole new level. I installed several cells:
One thing that didn’t separate these cells was the timer based locking system. This meant I could spend any preset time in any of my basement cells and know that once the timer had reached its preset time, the door would unlock. The failsafe solution meant if there was a power cut; the magnet locking system would automatically release, unlocking all of the cell doors immediately. Another failsafe process meant the lock couldn’t engage for more than 24 hours. Even if I’d made a mistake, all cell doors would once again, automatically release after 24 hours.
After winning £90m, buying my dream cars and my dream estate in rural Oxfordshire; you’d think I’d done enough for one year. Oh no, not me! BY now I still had over £80m in the bank and this was growing month in, month out. You’ve no idea how difficult it is spend a million quid, never mind the interest that keeps coming in. Yes I know, I shouldn’t complain as it was (sort of still is) a really nice problem to have!
In May 2009, just after my 40th birthday, I was sitting in the conservatory reading the local newspaper when I came across an interesting contract notice. Just like in most countries, the UK government must advertise contracts across Europe to show a Best Value, equality process across all the member states. This Advert was looking for a private company to bid for and take over the running of the local female prison in Oxfordshire. This brought forward a whole new set of fantasies but I did what any curious person would do, I lodged an interest in the tender documents and started my research into the market of prison operation.
I don’t want to bore you with the details but I got together with the current Oxfordshire prison (government) management team and put forward a Best Value bid based on the current management team led by Elspeth Rutherglen and her team and financially backed by “Tyler Law Enforcement Ltd,” my newel registered company. I’d no idea where this business would lead but I had to be allowed to diverge at any time in the future. My bid won and part of the bid meant, I would invest £30m in a brand new female prison facility in the same grounds as the current prison.
In late 2009, the Tory’s finally got back into power after 12 years of Labour ruin in the UK and one of their key policies was to build more prisons and get more bad-eggs off Britain’s streets.
By mid 2010 my state-of-the-art female facility was taking in and housing some of the worst female inmates north of London. I had a hard, no-nonsense policy that played into my deviant nature but keeping it all above board meant by 2015 and my 46 birthday, I was now running 5 more female prisons in the UK from Durham to Avon and Somerset.
Nope, I still had no serious female in my life; I actually had nearly a thousand to look after in my facilities. Okay this meant my female inmate population either spent a lot of time in their cells or working for the spin off companies that the new right-wing Conservative government allowed me to run using these rejects from society. I employed techniques direct from the United States to control all female inmates using the latest range of handcuffs and leg-iron technology. While I constantly got criticised for my harsh polices, within two years they were returning excellent results via much reduced re-offending when these girls had done their time.
Tyler Law Enforcement was therefore a great success and my original £30m investment had now valued me personally at over £300m.
New Lady in my life:
At the end of the day, you really want to know what happens in my semi perverted; okay completely perverted world? I should then take you to Saturday, 20th June 2015:
Anyway, you’ll not be interested to know that the UK was starting to hot up as it approached summer. You’ll also not care that global warming really never happened (I can say that because this is fiction) but what you’ll be interested to know how I decided to spend my day!
As on many previous occasions I started at around 10am. I got up, showered, shaved and chose my attire for my next bondage session. Today I chose the same cloths I chose on many an occasion. Today I slipped into a pair of tummy-tuck briefs (black) and a black gel bra, which I also filled with extra ballast, using false silicon tits I’d purchased some weeks previously. Next came the awful corset but as most cross-dressers will appreciate, this is an evil that is badly necessary during these depraved, antisocial experienments. By 2015 things had progressed ever so slightly. The damn laces that drove us all mad until around 2012 had now been replaced by a new heavy duty zipper solution that would pull the corset tight to a predefined waist reduction setting. That complete and trying to get a breathe; I slipped into a pair of really soft Black (completely opaque) Lycra tights. Again Lycra clothing had moved on in the years up to now (2015). These particular tights held me tight in luxurious soft clingy material that completely hid all sign of my hairy male legs! Finally I pulled on a thick red cashmere wool sweaterdress in the softest cashmere I could find on the web. This dress was my favourite and came down to just above my knees but pulled up slightly after I applied a thick black leather belt around my much reduce waist due to the support from the fucking evil corset that caused me to take slow painful breathes. It was June and it was at least 70o outside but I was determined to suffer in today’s bondage session. Adding to my soon-to-be pain, I slipped my Lycra clad legs into a pair of knee high, high heeled leather boots, which were far too tight after I zipped them into place. Finally, I took a long black cashmere wool scarf and wrapped it once around my neck and tight it tight in front, leaving the two ends to dangle in front of my now enlarged chest, down to just above the hem of the sweaterdress. My outfit wouldn’t be complete today with the use of a wig. Today I chose a long auburn wig that gave me an excellent long head of artificial hair to just below my shoulders.
I checked myself out several times in the mirror while I decided what bondage I would apply today. Yes, I did look a tad hideous due to me male face. I hated makeup and had bought a couple of expensive female Latex masks but today I simply wanted the bondage and wasn’t that perturbed about how I actually looked! Anyway, back to my bondage for the day; I came to a decision very quickly. I’d gag myself and then take a prison set down to the cell’s to install after I’d set the timer. My gag today would be a simple silk scarf packing, held tight by a couple of pieces of silver duck tape that I’ve come to accept as one of the best types of gag open to the self bondage fetishist. My mouth now packed with the square silk packing and three equally measured pieces of duck tape stuck to my mouth, I place the keys to my freedom on my bedside cabinet, I picked up a prison set of handcuffs attached to a set of leg-irons by a short length of chain, I made my way downstairs to the basement cells. My bedroom was on the first floor over looking 4 acres of prime Oxfordshire woodland. After reaching the hall, I entered another small store room, which led to the stairs that took me down to my Saturday prison. My big dilemma now was which cell to lock myself in today? In the end it didn’t take long to choose to Perspex pod, which I’ll explain later. I placed the prison set on the made up bunk and headed to the door of the cell to set the timer. It was now 11:15 and I quite fancied four hours today so I set the timer to 15:30. Pressing set, the locking mechanism was set and all I had to do was enter the cell, pull the door closed and the magnetic lock would hold tight for the next 255 minutes. It is really easy and as I pulled the Perspex door closed the CLUNK told me that no matter what I did now, I was in this cell for the next four hours and fifteen minutes. The cuffs were next! I locked the leg cuffs just above my ankle bone and reaching behind my back I placed both wrists (again just above the wrist bone) into the attached handcuffs and slowly closed the ratchet upon the cuffs felt tight yet comfortable. Next, all I had to do is wait in the cell for the next four hours until I could leave and head back to my bedroom to retrieve the keys to my finally bit of freedom. There really isn’t a lot else to tell you except explain in detail my frustration but first I should tell you a little more about my Perspex cell:
I got the idea from the development of the new Oxfordshire female prison. A number of the cells in the suicide watch area didn’t have heavy steel doors but clear Perspex doors. These were simple cells with a bed, toilet, wash hand basin and that was it. There were three painted concrete walls and the fourth wall was simply the Perspex door. To strengthen the door about half way down was a steel frame section. There was a opening hatch on that section which would easily allow a tray of food to pass through or as I observed many times at the Oxfordshire female facility, the guards used to hatches to handcuff the female prisoners before leaving the cell. This was a completely new departure in the UK prison system. I’d always thought we were soft in the UK but after some study into the US prison system and with the complete agreement of the UK prison authorities, I set-up a prison policy that meant all prisoners would be handcuffed (mandatory hands behind their backs) before leaving their cell. This was a single policy that covered all female prisoners, no matter what their sentence was for. It added to their restricted freedom and certainly meant increased staff requirements to be on hand to release the female’s prisoners for daily showers and work. It did work and while unpopular, especially during visiting hours when the prisoners families had to sit down with the prisoners in tight restraint. To be honest, I loved this newly adopted policy! I really loved the way a woman’s breast stick out further when their hands are tightly cuffed or tied behind their back. In my mind, this added to the female beauty and perverted as I seem, the policy certainly degraded the prisoners a little but studies again demonstrated that this hard policy deterred the prisoners from re offending. I do think some female prisoners actually enjoyed their daily bondage. During work hours, the females were put into prison sets, just like I wore on that fateful Saturday in June 2015 but in most cases their hands were cuffed in front to allow them to work. Okay, I should get back to Saturday 20th June 2015:
The first hour is always exciting. I was getting used to the warmth of the wool clothing and the tightness of the corset and cuffs but as many of you know that are able to put yourself in prolonged self bondage, it is the frustration that gets to you. I love the feeling of self imprisonment, especially when you know freedom is out of your own hands for a preset period of time. My level of horneyness and therefore my erection comes up and goes down as the time passes. Time is always slow and I guess that is the fun of self imposed; self imprisonment. You can’t do anything except think about why you’ve done this to yourself or how long it will be until the magnetic lock opens and you can slowly walk towards your freedom. As the time passes I tend to have a few panic sessions: ‘Have I set the locking system properly?’ ‘Could I be stuck in here for 24 hours?’ I have to admit that I’ve never messed up with the preset locking system (yet). It is very easy to use and even an idiot like me would have difficultly screwing up. This simple self reassurance still doesn’t help matters when you’re locked in a small cell, and your hands are cuffed behind your back. With the constant erections, comes the need for a piss and that then becomes another challenge to your mind. Like most prolonged sessions in any of my basement cells, I tend to take time to lie on the bunk and try to rest from the mental challenges bondage brings. This of course brings new problems with trying to get comfortable with your hands cuffed behind your back. As time passes my silk gag starts to get wet with the constant drooling behind the duck tape that seals my mouth closed and the gag behind.
I must have been in the cell two to three hours that Saturday when the event that changed my life happened. I was lying on the bunk trying to forget about my constant requirement to take a piss and the stiffness and soreness in my arms caused by the steel handcuffs pinning them behind my back. There was a loud whistling sound as if there was a wind, maybe even a hurricane inside the tiny cell but as the noise got louder, there was a bright light right in front of me and in an instant, no more than a few seconds the wind died down and the bright light faded but there in front of me was a vision of beauty. Standing no more than two feet away was a gorgeous blonde female in a dark flowery satin mini dress with her legs covered in shiniest pair of red tights or stockings I’d ever seen. She was certainly in her late thirties or even her early forties but she was beautiful but who is she and how has she just appeared in my basement cell?
“Oh, this is even better than I imagine,” came the most wonderful middle England accent. “You must be Sam Tyler, I’m Erin Stone and it is so wonderful to meet you after all these years.”
All I could do was try to sit up on my bunk and mumph into my gag some completely inaudible crap.
“Would you like me to help you Sam,” asked Erin as she approached and eased me onto backside and started to slowly pull the duck tape from my mouth?
“Who are you and how did you get in here,” were the first words out of my mouth as the silk scarf pooped out with Erin’s help.
“I told you Sam,” repeated Erin. “My name is Erin Stone and I’ve just travelled back in time from the year 2215.”
Erin was intrigued to find out why I was bound and gagged in a basement cell and soon she realised that she was also locked into the cell until the magnet locked opened and we could both leave. It was hard and embarrassing to explain to this beautiful girl that I had fantasies of bondage and cross dressing but she seemed calm and for whatever reason, she seemed to understand my perversion.
“Erin, why have you travelled back in time,” I asked after we’d finally settled on my reasons for being bound and locked in a basement cell.
“Good question Sam,” replied Erin. “As I said, I from the year 2215 and in that time, I’m the president and CEO of Tyler Law Enforcement. Yes Sam, your company has grown into the largest private prison management business in the world and the business you set up in 2009 now operates in nearly every country in the world. My problem is simple Sam. Because you never married and your lawyer in the early 21st century was so good, I’m unable to take the business to the next level and I need to release the 200 billions Euros of funds locked out in the business for my expansion plans. To achieve this I need your help in the 21st century but as it looks right now, you’ll not be able to help me. When you say this door would unlock?”
We talked for the next couple of hours but mainly about my life. Erin seemed reluctant to discuss the future just in case I learnt too much and changed it. Just before the magnetic lock released the door, Erin even put her left hand on my Lycra clad leg and stroked the soft luxurious material that hid my male features.She explained that she now lived in this very house but 200 years in the future. She had always been intrigued why anyone would have put cells in the basement but admitted she’d used it on several partners in then past and enjoyed the power this had given her. I think we were just about to kiss when the timer bleeped and the magnetic lock finally opened and we were free to leave. I got up to leave but Erin just pushed me back down on the bunk:
“Sam, you’re not going anywhere until we figure out how to solve my little business problem in 200 years time,” explained Erin.
I was annoyed and frustrated and explained to Erin that I needed to take a piss. After telling her where the handcuff keys were, she left the cell re locking the door and promising to return in less than 5 minutes with the keys. I should tell you that if you type in any four digit code, just like on those hotel safes, the cell doors lock. Remember the failsafe of 24 hours will then come into effect so I was now locked in the cell until Erin retuned or for 24 hours. True to her word, Erin did return and passed the keys through the hatch, allowing me to unlock my own hands and feet. Erin helped me through the hatch to free my hands and using the same keys, my ankles were soon free of the larger leg cuffs. I then passed the keys and prison set back through the hatch to Erin before she left the cell block and, me locked inside the pod. She promised to be back later but until then, I was now her prisoner in my house! At least I was able to remove the long cashmere wool scarf and had been tightly tied around my neck. I also removed the wig. You guys will understand, when you are not used to long hair, it is so annoying! I was hot but at least that piece of wool would help me survive the next period (how long I didn’t know) until Erin returned. I was however still wearing softest thick cashmere sweater dress and the Lycra tights with my legs zipped tightly into knee high leather boots.
Tim passed slowly in the cell and true to Erin’s word, she did return with a meal on a plate.
“Sam, I see things are not that different between our times. Your fridge is stocked with good food and I’ve been able to cook us up some dinner. I’ve come up with a solution but we’ll need to discus it in the morning. Until then, you’re staying in the cell so enjoy your dinner,” as she passed it through the hatch.
I tried to engage in a conversation with Erin but she just left the basement for the main house and I’m sure a better nights sleep than me!
I have locked myself in the cells overnight before but this was a whole different! I’d no idea what Erin wanted and I was completely confused and disbelieving of her abilities to time travel but she did magically just appear in the cell with me, this afternoon. I had to try and get at least some sleep and I wasn’t going to sleep in the cloths I was wearing so I started to removed the female attire I’d been wearing all day. I stripped off everything except the tummy-tuck pants. While they were tight, it was a relief getting rid of the corset that had I had got used to but hadn’t realised how welcoming the release was, once it had gone. All I had to do now was climb into my bunk, pull the duvet over my half naked body and try and get some sleep (easier said than done).
As you’ll imagine, it was a long night. I tossed and turned, which in itself isn’t easy on a small cell bunk when you’re used to a king sized double bed. The lights were out all night and had been since the automatic function turned them off around 10pm, which was a normal setting for me. The lights would therefore come on at 09:00, which in normal circumstances would leave me two hours to ponder my release until the cell door auto release system opened at eleven. This morning would be different as the lights would still come on at 09:00 but the door wouldn’t open until Erin returned to release me.
On that particular Sunday morning, the lights came on at nine and Erin didn’t return until nearly noon. BY then I was going nuts! I’d dress again in the same female attire I’d word all day yesterday and while it felt wonderful being forced (in a way) to wear the bra, corset, tights and soft cashmere sweaterdress again, I really did want to be free and find out was this beautiful girl from the future actually wanted?
Okay, back to noon on Sunday when Erin finally returned to the cell block:
I’d been pacing the locked pod now for just under three hours and to be honest, I was completely fed up. Yes I know, this would have been a fantasy of mine but come on let’s face it; when reality sets in, reality really sets in and being locked up at someone else’s hands, with no idea when you are gong to gain release, is a whole different ball game all together! Erin did arrive down in the basement around twelve (noon). She was wearing the same silk / satin dress she was wearing yesterday and the same bright red tights. Her long blonde hair was still damp from washing but she looked a real stunner.
“Good morning Sam,” were the first words out of Erin’s lips as she approached the Perspex door to my locked pod. “How are you feeling this morning,” were her next words?”
“I’m sort of fine,” I replied. “You already know I love bondage Erin but this has really gone too far, what do you want?”
“As I explained yesterday,” Erin went on to say. “I need you to make a few changes to your contract at work. This has absolutely no effect on the business in your life time but will mean a lot more to mine in 200 years time. Today is Sunday and there is nothing either of us can do until tomorrow so let’s spend the day together and get to know each other a lot better?”
There was nothing I wanted to do more than to get out of this pod right now but yes, I was intrigued about this blonde bombshell and yes, I could spend today getting to know her a lot better. Erin was not taking any chances and asked if she could handcuff me before letting me out of the pod for breakfast. I suggested that in the spirit of cooperation she should alloy me complete freedom to leave the pod, head upstairs to get a shower, a shave and then to eat some breakfast. Erin didn’t really like the idea of giving me complete freedom and said she would think about it and if I wanted out of the locked pod, it was on her terms so I’d no option but to turn around and through the cell hatch, Erin locked both wrists behind my back into a pair of typical handcuffs that we used in the Oxfordshire female prison. These were the same Hiatt speed cuffs that police have used in the UK for years but in the prison, we’ve procured the cuffs with a wielded D-ring and leather lead to escort the female prisoners around when they’re out of their cells. It was obvious that Erin had found my store of restraints as she muttered something about trying some of the other devices later. Once my arms were pinned behind my back in the rather uncomfortable rigid cuffs, she used the 4-digit key pad just outside the Perspex door to unlock the door and let me out.
“Hold on a sec Sam, I’ll pick up the scarf, wig and the soggy silk packing you’re your little session yesterday as its clear you’re going to struggle,” explained Erin as she marched passed me to collect the items of my self embossed prison yesterday.
We then headed upstairs to the first floor. Erin led with me attached to the leather lead, which ran from Erin’s right hand through my legs to the handcuffs behind my back. She was sympathetic to the fact I was restrained and we chatted on the way up.
“Erin,” I asked? You’ve obviously had this trip back in time planned for some time. How did you end up in the basement pods and what you’re your plans for me because you couldn’t have pre-imagined I’d be bound and gagged?
“Great question Sam,” replied Erin. “This estate came with the job. I was head hunted back in 2212 to the position of CEO of Tyler Law Enforcement and as I’ve described before, this house came with the gig. It has changed a little over the centuries except for renovation work to keep the building secure and up to modern day codes of the time. The cells downstairs are still there in 2215 and I’ve kept a couple of guys and even a few girls in my basement; I mean your basement in my 3 years living here.”
We’d now reached the second floor and the bedrooms. Erin went on to explain that she’d no idea that I’d be in the pod when she made the hop back in time but due to the noise and light required to complete the time jump, she needed to do it downstairs in case there was a house-full upstairs.
“Stand still Sam,” requested Erin as we entered my bedroom. “I’m going to un-cuff you now. I’ve got some tricks of the trade from the 23rd century,” as she held in front on me a silver gun like device. This is the latest tazor Sam and for all intensive purposes it does exactly the same job as the tazor’s of today. The key difference is that this tazor hits the central nervous system and simply knocks you out for a pre-determined period of time. I’ve selected one-hour so I’ll have plenty of time to get your limp body into more bondage so you’ve got two options: (1) cooperate and get a shower and changed into your cloths or (2) get tazor’d and spend the rest of the day in tight restraint and I mind tight!”
I turned to face Erin and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, “Listen Erin, I’ve no wish to harm you at all. In fact I really want to know more about the future and how I can help you grow my business. After all, it is my own legacy!”
With that Erin approached and we kissed for the first time. Our tongues met and we sucked on each other for quite some time. Erin put her arms around me, which was something I still couldn’t do from the fucking rigid cuffs that pinned my hands behind my back. We finally broke apart and Erin spun my around to unlock the cuffs. I then turned to her, put my hands on her shoulders and drew her in for a second kiss. When we finally parted, Erin agreed to make brunch and I should take a shower and get into some fresh cloths.
The shower and shave felt great after so long locked in the basement and I could at least choose to put on my own cloths, male cloths. I then headed downstairs to find Erin setting the table in my kitchen and preparing a wonderful breakfast of bacon and eggs. She explained that things weren’t that different 200 years in the future when it came to cooking except science had ensured all beef and poultry based diseases had been irradiated and food was generally of an extremely high quality. Erin then turned to face me:
“Sam, you’re wearing male cloths,” enquired Erin?
“Is this not okay Erin,” I replied?
“Well, I preferred you in the wool dress and tights to be honest but I suppose you’re now dressed in normal 21st male clothing. I should just have to get used to it,” replied Erin.
I then enquired into what guys wore in the 23rd century and Erin simply replied, ‘Whatever their mistresses demanded!’ This response really got my mind thinking but for now Erin didn’t seem keen to allow my exploration of the future.
Over brunch we discussed the business and how the prisons had come in 200 years. I’d obviously started something because in 2215, most prisons followed the ‘Tyler’ principle of zero tolerance and all prisoners had very little freedom. It had been my ideas to make prison so tough that prisoners didn’t ever want to return that the world had adopted my principals and even named them after me. I was amazed that my perverted mind had affected so many lives, two centuries into the future. Erin was clearly interested to see what rural Oxfordshire was like in 2015 so I agreed to take a trip out in the car. I even offered to buy her some new cloths as she couldn’t spend her entire trip to 2015 wearing the same cloths she arrived in. Erin reminded me of her wishes to control me and I reminded her that I’d no intention of brining any harm to her and we headed out to the local Mall. During our trip out Erin explained that cold water fusion had been perfected by 2099 and there was no longer any need fossil based fuels so all house, business and vehicles had small fusion reactors, which generated adequate power to push all power stations and engines well into the history books. I wanted to know how that affected business and commerce at the time because business 1-0-1 always told us that the global economy was based on oil prices. Erin said she didn’t want to go into too much detail about the future and yes, there had been wars; one in particular as a direct result of the collapsing oil based global economy. We spent the rest of the day shopping. I was loaded and was therefore not worried about buying Erin several outfits for her stay in the 21st century.
“How long do you plan to stay Erin,” I asked as we sat down to dinner in a nice Indian restaurant on the outskirts of Oxford?
“I’ll return on Wednesday at noon Sam,” replied Erin. “The system will automatically recall me from your pod on Wednesday and I’ll return to my own time.
I wanted desperately to know more about the future, my future but Erin now wanted to know more about my ideas on prisoner restraint and good behaviour reinforcement at my facilities.
Three days of bliss:
Sunday was the start of something I’d really never had in my life. I was sharing my time with a beautiful blonde called, ‘Erin!’ I really didn’t want our time together to end but Erin repeatedly reminded me that Wednesday would come soon enough and she had to go back to her own time (2215). We therefore did as much as we could in the three days we had from Sunday lunch time when she finally released me from the pod until Wednesday at noon, when she’d return to her own time.
On Monday I met with my lawyers and while they didn’t fully understand the reasons for my decision, they accepted that my personal stake in Tyler Law Enforcement (TLE) would remain for exactly 200 years. Only then could the CEO of that future day, gain access to my personal wealth, locked in the company. Even if TLE transferred into other hands during the next 200 years, my estate would continue to receive an extremely high percentage of the annual company profits. I also ensured my home was to be made available to the CEO of TLE for the next 200 years also. This would ensure that the house, my current estate would pass to Erin as soon as she became CEO. Erin didn’t attend any of these meetings but by close of business on Monday, the papers had been drawn up and signed. Erin and I celebrated that evening at one of Oxfords best restaurants and on Tuesday I agreed to give him a personal tour of the new Oxfordshire female prison.
It was great to visit the location of my latest and most modern facility. It was even better to walk the halls seeing females being paraded around with their hands cuffed behind their backs and led by prison officials by the leather lead attached to their rigid cuffs. We spoke to a number of prisoners and officials. I introduced Erin as a consultant, specialising in female law enforcement and Erin could have talked for England as she gained a much better understanding of the techniques I’d been introducing to ensure these wayward woman never returned to prison after their release. Erin was amazed by the cells and whispered to me that in 2215 all the cells no longer had solid steel doors but all now used the latest clear Perspex, not unlike the pod I’d installed in my basement. I then took Erin to the maximum security wing where all the cells used the latest in 21st century Perspex technology, all of which were based on the pod installed in my basement. Each pod housed the worst female prisoners, typically girls that refused to accept the harsh rules that kept the facility in order. All of my facilities were smoke free and visiting times were spent behind thick Perspex where no prisoner had access to receive anything from their visitor. All presents were passed to the prisoners by the prison officials after they were checked and approved. This level of security meant there was some unrest and all female who rebelled ended up in the MAX-WING.
“Sam, why is that girl strapped to her bunk,” asked Erin and we stood in front of a MAX-CELL looking at a female strapped to her bunk by thick leather cuffs on both her wrists and ankles?”
The prison official escorting us explained that Kelly (the inmate’s name) had been abusive to the person officials during her third day in prison. She was a junky and one of the rules of this prison was to offer no drug rehabilitation so all female prisoners who were drug addicts had to go cold-turkey and many went off the rails for up to a month as their system was cleared of drug abuse. This had proved really successful over the nine months this system had been trailed and in fact 99% of the inmates were thankful for the cold-turkey experience because it was the quickest way they got the drugs out of their system. Nearly all female inmates that went through cold-turkey became model prisoners and to date this facility has had no repeat offenders!
The next cell we came to was empty and Erin just walked right in. I signalled to the prison control room and they electronically closed the door, locking it behind Erin, who turned round, looking at me completely shocked that she was now locked in.
“What are you doing Sam,” asked Erin from behind the thick Perspex door?
“Giving you some real experience of my latest 21st century prison facility Erin,” I replied.
I turned to the guard and ask her quietly to leave Erin in there for an hour, bring her lunch in the cell and then when she has finished bring her to the board room in restraints. I then walked off leaving Erin in MAX-CELL number 23.
I went to the prison governor’s (Sharon Crawford) office for a meeting and while having our lunch we were able to check in on Erin using the modern digital CCTV system installed all over the prison.
“She is going to be mighty pissed off with you Sam, when we finally let her out,” explained Sharon as she took a sip of water during our working lunch.
“Sharon,” I replied. “Erin is an experienced consultant and she should have by now spent many an hour behind bars during her many years of prison experience. An hour or two in this facility will do her good!”
We laughed and then finished our lunch before watching Erin being extracted from the MAX-CELL in handcuffs. About ten minutes later, after a knock on the door, Erin appeared in the board room with her hands cuffed behind her back, being led by a female prison official who removed the cuffs and left shortly after.
“Did you enjoy your time in the MAX-CELL,” asked Sharon?
“It was quite an experience,” replied Erin, “but one I hope never to experience for real!”
We all laughed, had a cup of coffee before Erin and I departed for home and my country estate.
“Well Erin, how did it feel to be incarcerated,” I enquired as we drove home?
“To be honest with you Sam, I was really turned on by the whole experience and have to admit, I really do share your passion for bondage,” replied Erin.
When we arrived back at the estate I offered to lock Erin in a basement cell but she refused, asking to go to bed instead for a couple of hours to make love. Who was I to complain?
Wednesday came around far too soon and we got up around nine to spend our last morning together. Erin asked if we could spend our last couple of hours together locked in the pod. She wanted to put on the same cloths she arrived in and she was also keen that I dressed in some female clothes. After some deliberation, Erin handed me a pair of thick white, Lycra tights.
“I love how soft Lycra feels on my legs, don’t you Sam,” she enquired?
“That’s why I get such a kick from wearing female clothing Erin,” I replied! “I’m so jealous of girls being able to wear what they like from trouser suits to cool dresses in the summer and the most fantastic warn soft wool clothing in the winter.”
These tights were great. I think they are 100D and therefore completely hide my hairy male legs in the softest layer of stretchy material. Next Erin chose for me a fearsome black leather corset, that give me a tight female waist and large breasts. I think Erin got a massive kick from the fact I squirmed in pain as she eased the rear zipper up slowly, incarcerating my chest in an incredibly tight squeeze!
“I think you’ll look great in this Sam,” explained Erin as she handed me a black satin, French maids dress.
I loved this dress because I had to climb into the built in bodice. This meant this dress wasn’t coming off until the rear zipper had been pulled down but right now the zipper was being pulled up and into the high neck that was a very tight fit. With the corset now crushing my male torso, the satin dress covered my upper body and down to about two inches above my knees.
“You look gorgeous Sam,” explained Erin as she approached and kissed me patiently.
Next Erin pulled a long blonde wig on my head before handing me a pair of low healed strapped shoes to put on. I preferred boots but who as I to complain? I’d never met a girl before that wanted me to indulge one of my favourite pastimes, ‘cross dressing.’ I thought I was now done but Erin insisted that she add some bondage to our joint session so within only a few minutes I was locked into an extremely tight set of prison cuffs that consisted of:
“I think that will do for now,” explained Erin just before she approached again for a long passionate kiss. “Let’s go down to the pod and lock ourselves in the same pod we met on Saturday? I want to tease the fuck out of you until I’m called back to 2215.”
There was very little I could do but follow Erin down to the basement cell block. Erin did set the keys to my cuffs on top of the bed side cabinet and ensured I knew exactly where they were before we headed downstairs.
The pod door was open so with Erin still behind me, I headed inside to await her arrival.
“Right Sam,” explained Erin. “I’ve just set the timer for 17:00 so you’ll have five hours in here after I leave.”
“Erin that’s simply not fair,” I replied but it was too late as Erin pulled the Perspex door closed until the click that signified the magnetic locking system had engaged! “It is bad enough that you’re leaving me at noon but I’ll have nothing else to do but contemplate what has happened to me since Saturday and will I ever see you again?”
“That’s lovely thought Sam, I’ll be back in 2215 thinking about you and at five o’clock I’ll orgasm at the thought of you hobbling upstairs to your final release.”
We sat down on the cell bunk and laughed before kissing some more.
“Will I ever see you again Erin,” I asked Erin, looking straight into her big blue eyes?
“I’m not sure you would like the 23rd century Sam,” explained Erin. “It is very different to what you’re used to and I just don’t think you would settle in!”
“I would still like to make my own mind up about that Erin,” pleaded.
“I’ll make you a deal Sam. I’ll send over some 23rd clothing for you to wearing later this afternoon before five and if you like what you’re wearing, be back in this cell next Saturday at noon and I’ll teleport your into my time. If you decide to go back, that will be easy and I think I get send you back to the exact point you left, explained Erin.
We kissed some more before Erin started to get really horny and started really teasing me. I wasn’t able to do much for myself as I was a prisoner in one of my own basement cells, wearing a French maids dress I couldn’t remove, never mind the prison set of steel collar, handcuffs and leg cuffs that restrained my entire body. I asked Erin to remove her tights and pants and once she pulled up the dress, I went down on the cold concrete floor on my knees and did what any loving boyfriend would do for his lover. Erin’s orgasm built up over ten minutes until she exploded in a frenzy or emotion. It was approaching twelve noon and I watched from my knees on the floor of my locked cell while Erin picked out her panties and tights. I thought she was going to put them back on but she approached me, stuffed the wet panties into my mouth, pulled the thick red tights over my entire head and wound the legs around my mouth, pulling the panties even deeper into my mouth, tying the legs off, behind my tights covered head.
“That should keep you amused Sam for the next five hours until you’re able to free yourself,” explained Erin as she should up, turned around and smiled at me.
My last memory of Erin that day was a blurred vision of beauty disappearing in a bright white light and a loud breeze blowing through the tiny locked cell. All I had to do was survive the next five hours until the automatic locking mechanism freed me from this cell.
As you can imagine, it was a slow and painful afternoon, that fateful Wednesday. I lay on my side on the tiny bunk and reflected on one of the most pleasurable short periods of my entire life. Who was this beauty that had probably changed my life for ever? She came in a flash of bright light and now she left in a flash of bright light! Spending seven hours in this incredibility tight prison set wasn’t easy. I tried to get as comfortable as possible but that was easy at all! The best approach was to lie of my side on the bunk and try to relieve the pressure of the chain connecting my neck to my writs that were cuffed behind my back and down to the leg cuffs. I certainty wasn’t in a hogtie of any description but the need for a piss was growing inside me and there was absolute nothing I could do about it!
Nothing ever did appear in my locked pod that Wednesday afternoon. At five PM the magnetic lock released on time and I was able to make my way slowly upstairs to my bedroom and hopefully freedom. The red Lycra tights that completely covered my head and kept me gagged so well, made the journey up both flights of stairs very slow but I guess and added challenge set for me by Erin and a stark reminder of the girl I spent the last few days of my life with. Release came quickly once I finally made it to my bedroom. Grabbing the keys from my bedside cabinet and playing with the lock while sitting on my bed was a tad tricky but I’d done this so many times before that the handcuffs fell open without too much of a struggle. Next was the collar and then the leg cuffs but I left Erin’s red Lycra tights and panty gag in place a little while longer as I undressed and lay of the bed for some badly needed release before finally removing the tights and panties and taking a well earned shower.
Two years to reflect:
That was the last I saw Erin for the next two years. Time did heal the pain and I never forgot those few days in 2015 that I spent with the most beautiful girl I’d ever met. My business continued to grow and in time I was running ten private prisons, some new facilities for hard core male inmates but with the growing violence and crime committed by females on the increase every year, Tyler Law Enforcements concentrated on delivering a secure range of prison facilities for mainly female inmates. Just over a year ago, I invested in a new business, prison escorts but again this service was specifically for transporting female’s prisoners to and from different prison facilities but mainly court and prison. I procured a large number of bespoke trucks from Mercedes which all had between four, six and eight tiny pods inside the van for keeping the prisoners separated during their journey. I also continued my journey into cross dressing And bondage and as with most Saturday’s, I spent the day dressed in some type of female attire with my hands and feet locked into a range of restraints that I was able to obtain easily through the prison operation.
Three months ago I even purchased a company that specialised in restraints, mainly handcuffs, leg cuffs and collars, which had become more widely accepted throughout the UK prison service. My plan was to make a set of technologically advance handcuffs and leg irons that would protect and serve the community they were targeted at. Based on a style of handcuff not dissimilar to that of the Hiatt speed cuff, I was able to manufacture a range of handcuffs that would enable a timer release system and even a GPS release system@
As you can imagine, I spent many an hour locked in my basement cells with a pair of timer based handcuffs pinning my wrists and arms behind my back! On several occasions I set the timer much longer than the cell timer so I still had restraint time, even after I was free from the basement prison.
Even though I was the CEO of a large prison corporation, I still took the time to meet the troops and sometimes work in the prisons to satisfy my perverted side. Most recently I spent the day on transport duty which consisted of:
During the next month, I visited the prison often just to visit my latest two convicted inmates and to review how the extra pushiest was going. From behind the thick Perspex door of there cells, after only a few days they looked like shit and I’m sure by the end of the 30-day period they smelled like shit also. I was told however that on their release Karen went quietly to the general population area but Paula rebelled and spent another 48 hours locked in the MAX-CELL with her hands restrained in timer cuffs after only two minutes of release.
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Ed K
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