It’s the future but not as we know it!

It’s the future

But not as you know it! – Part 2

Preparation for the future:

Saturday, 21st January 2017 would be a date that would stick in my head for as long as I’m on this planet! I guess some of you have predicted what will happen but my story begins around 2pm, just like it does on a lot of Saturdays in my lonely life! I had dressed to impress today but to impress who; me of course! I’d put on a thick pair of black Lycra tights before squeezing my torso into the same black leather corset that Erin had used on me nearly two years ago on the day she left. Once in place I was able to slip on a short blue denim skirt that would look great as soon as I’d pulled on a thick black wool sweater. I also zipped my legs into a pair of high heeled leather boots that zipped right up to just below my knees. You guess right, I did wrap a very long blue wool scarf twice around my neck before tying it off in front. Now for my bondage! I have been using the timer based cuffs for many years now and love the restriction they offer so today I set them for five PM, thirty minutes after I was going to set the cell door to open (16:30). I was only going to cuff my hands today. No gag and no leg bondage, just a simple handcuffing in the barred cell was my desire for the next three hours. It really doesn’t matter anyway because you’ll understand that when your hands are locked behind your back, you’re stuffed anyway! At the hands of a strict mistress, you’re really stuffed! Anyway, I’d just set the cuffs when I headed downstairs to set the timer on the barred cell. Sixteen-thirty was just under two hours away so a nice quiet afternoon in my own basement cells was just what I needed. As soon as the bars slid closed, I locked the first cuff around my right wrist, placed both arms behind my back and then secured the other cuff around my left wrist. That was me; stuck in the cell until four-thirty and stuck in handcuffs until five.

Like all my self bondage sessions, I hadn’t really too much to do except sit on the bunk and contemplate what I’d actually done to myself. I wondered what it would be like to be imprisoned by a strict mistress who would force we to wear these great female cloths and keep me locked up 24/7 or until she wanted to use and abuse me for her own self satisfaction. I guess my fantasy did come true just under two years ago when Erin kept me locked in the pod until the Sunday. By then, I had been locked up for around 24 hours but it is a very different experience being locked up by yourself, knowing there is escape than at the hands of someone else when you simply don’t know when your release will come. It must have been around four when I heard that unfamiliar noise, a strong breeze or wind and the bright light. It wasn’t coming from my cell but from the pod next door. Could it be true, had Erin finally come back for me?

“Erin is that you,” I called out but there was no reply!

“Erin is that you,” I yelled but again there was no reply!

Now being handcuffed and locked in a cell when you desperately want release is not an experience I’ve really often had. It is so frustrating; willing the magnetic lock to open but it simply doesn’t happen! How I desperately wanted to check out the pod next dorm but here I was, stuck in the cell and even when the door opened, I still had thirty minutes of the handcuffs to endure first but at least then I could check out what had happened next door.

Finally the lock released and I was able to slide the bas open and get out of the cell. I turned right and looked through the open Perspex of the pod. There was no Erin but there was a case, a hold-all lying in the middle of the cell. I entered to have a look and boy were the rigid handcuffs now driving me wild! I found it really difficult to pull the zip open and even more difficult to retrieve what was inside the bag. First there was a note, so I opened up the paper, placed it on the bunk and knelt down on the cold concrete floor to read it:

Why the fuck was I still handcuffed? Had thirty minutes not passed because I was now desperate to try on the transformation suit! I did manage to pull out the doll like suit and lay it out on the bunk. It was just like a deflated, blow-up rubber doll but it was made of very soft, spandex like material. It felt weird but I wanted to be rid of the handcuffs so I could try the suit on.

Thank fuck, the cuffs finally relented their grip on my wrists and I was able to remove the remote control from the bag. It was a bit larger than a PDA but smaller than a tablet PC but on the large touch screen LCD it simple said, “PLEASE PUT ON THE SUIT?”

That was exactly what I was about to do so I removed all my cloths before lifting the suit, pulling down the zip, which closed at the top of the skull and ended just above the backside. I started to pull my legs into the soft stretchy material that now covered my legs completely from the built in feet. There was a tube in the crotch area that was clearly there for thing so I slid my penis into the tube, which was a lose fit. I’m not sure if that meant I had a small prick or it was made for all sizes and would contract later? That job completed, I slipped my hands into the built in gloves, which even had finger nails attached. Soon I was squeezing my head into the hood and pulling the zip up the back. I now felt like I was wearing a Zentai all-over catsuit but this felt like no Lycra catsuit, I’d ever worn. I looked at the remote control again but this time the screen started to provide me with some options:

1. ‘Are you ready to be transformed?’ I clicked yes!
2. ‘How long do you want to be transformed?’ There were several options ranging from an hour setting to a day setting or even a week setting. I chose the function that allowed me to remove the suit using the remote control.
3. ‘How dark do you want your skin tone?’ I simply chose a nothing European tone!
4. ‘Choose your body size?’ I chose a size 14 figure but it was amazing that the menu offered a size zero to 20 and even a pregnant mode.
5. ‘Choose you chest size?’ I chose a 38C for starters!
6. ‘Press OK to begin transformation?’ I then pressed OK!

The suit started to contract and pull my body every which way it could. My dick was being pulled down between my legs so it was clear that taking a piss was for now a sitting down affair. My stomach was being tightened until I found hard to breathe but I was used to corsets so I could take it! The mask tightened around my face and then the process stopped and the remote control simple said, ‘Welcome Samantha to your new world. You’ll be able to change any settings and remove the suit in five minutes, please wait?’

This was weird as I checked out my new naked body, I was a female and a felt so soft and smooth. All of my male bandy had disappeared. Naturally I started to get honey and I was placed my fingers between my legs and found the slit that give me access to the tip of my penis that was now completely out of reach! As I rubbed the tip I could feel my erection beginning to grow but it was tight in the tube and it took some time before I was lying on the bunk and rubbing my new tits with one hand and doing my best to gain an orgasm, which finally arrived after about twenty minutes of trying. White sticky spunk did spurt from my new female crack so I guessed there was at least a male part of me still left.

After cleaning myself up, I checked out the remote control. It now had a menu offering me a number of options:

1. Release the suit now!
2. Change skin tone colour.
3. Change body size.
4. Change breast size.

I wasn’t finished with the suit yet so I chose to reduce my waist to a size 12 and then pressed OK. Some more squeezing came before the suit stopped and the remote again offered the four options. Finally I pulled out the long blonde wig and placed it over my head, The remote offered the menu to secure the wig and as soon as I pressed OK I could no longer pull this wig off my head; it was stuck! Now my dilemma! I didn’t want to remove the suit yet but I hadn’t any cloths that would fit my new female body until I remembered that I’d bought Erin some cloths two years ago when she stayed. I therefore picked up the cloths I had dumped on the pod floor, pushed them into the bag and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I then emptied the contents of the bag, including the remote control and the bracelet and headed into the spare room to put on some of the cloths I’d bought Erin. It was then I saw myself in the mirror:

“Fuck Sam, you look gorgeous,” was the first words that came out of my mouth in a female voice. Yes, the suit did fiddle with my voice chords and I now had a girl’s voice.

I was going to have some fun as I slipped on a matching pair of satin bra and pants before pulling on a satin summer dress. It was the winter so I needed some new cloths so I headed for my PC and internet to place some orders. It was then I realised that my credit cards were in the name of, ‘Sam Tyler.’ Sam could be a guy’s name, ‘Samuel’ or a girl’s name, ‘Samantha!’ I then chose to forget the internet order and I would go out tomorrow and buy some new cloths in my new female body.

I did remove the suit just to check it worked that evening but I decided to keep it on all through the night and give it a good test. On Sunday I got up, showered like any female would do. The only difference for me was I had to dry my new wig, which took some time. No need for horrible girlie makeup as the face on my transformation suit was perfect! I then had to decide what to wear on my first trip out as a girl. It was winter so I chose a pair of thick Lycra tights and a black bodice jumper before slipping on a heavy satin dress, which looked great on Erin two years early and now looked great on me! I wanted to wear the boots I got Erin and while they were a tight fit, they did slip over my Lycra clad legs. After breakfast I wrapped a long woollen scarf around my neck, pulled on the long black coat I’d bought for Erin and I headed out to my car.

I have to admit it felt weird being outside as a female! I’d fantasised about taking a trip out while cross dressed but I never had the nerve. I also found it a little strange trying to drive while wearing high heeled boots. I drove a BMW X5 so it was automatic and therefore I didn’t really have too much difficulty controlling the car safely. I chose to drive north towards Warwick and go to mall up there rather than tempt fate at my local mall. Yes, I was nervous but I’d really need to be nervous because I really did pass for a female in my latest toy, the ‘Transformation suit, and series 3!” As I drove north on the M40, I wondered about the previous two versions of the Transformation suit and I imagined several attempts by Erin’s company to get it right so there must have been errors and therefore people getting stuck as females forever. That perverted though made me horny but I was out to shop and I was going to shop!

I pulled into the Mall car park at around noon, just after it opened. I had worries about using my credit card so I took the easy, safe option and removed £500 from the ATM. I also knew I’d no need to try anything on as I could programme my body size to suit any size so I began to shop for underwear, tights, stockings, dresses, skirts and tops. At no point did I even contemplate buying trousers. What was the point; I could wear trousers at any time as a guy? At two o’clock I stopped for some lunch. I sat by myself and ate for the first time as a girl. Fuck did I feel good in my dress, tights and boots. The soft smooth feeling from my Lycra clad legs made me feel really horny but I as nearly done shopping so I just needed a few more things like scarves and some earrings. Yes, the Transformation suit already had pierced ears so I need some costume Jewellery to add to my feminine look. I also decided to make up the spare bedroom into Samantha’s room. I would separate my two lives and therefore I would sleep in another more feminine room while I was Samantha. Anyway, back to reality as I headed home alone to contemplate my next week as Samuel before joining Erin in the 23rd century.

The next week was a bit of a blur. I transformed back into Samuel on Sunday night after trying on all of the purchases I’d made as Samantha on Sunday in Warwick. It was good to by Samuel again but all day, I craved to be Samantha, which is exactly what I did as soon as I got home. I also booked two weeks off work from Friday, which was a bit of a cheek because being the owner and boss of Tyler Law Enforcement, I could basically do as I pleased! On Wednesday, I announced to my staff that I had appointed a new consultant to help me take the business forward and her name was, ‘Samantha Tyler.’ I explained that she was no relation but would be onsite at the Oxfordshire prison on Friday morning for a tour and a first hand look at the MAX-CELL facility because I was looking for new ways to punish repeat offenders. I asked Sharon to extend every curacy to Samantha but under my orders, she was to give Samantha a first hand experience, which would last from 11am until 3pm, no more no less. Yes folks, I was setting myself up for a little session at the hands of my own staff. Little did they know I was testing them to the full!

On Thursday afternoon after preparing for a trip to the 23rd century, I transformed into Samantha but this time, I set the time system until Friday night eight o’clock. I had tested the timer on Tuesday night setting to release the suit at seven o’clock on Wednesday morning. It worked perfectly and no matter what I did, the remote control wouldn’t release me at all!

On Friday morning I was at the Oxfordshire prison by 09:30 and was sitting down with Sharon by 09:30. I decided to be a little conservative in my dress code on Friday so I wore a matching black bra and panties with my favourite, thick black opaque Lycra tights. I also put on a pink skirt that came down to just above my knees and a back cashmere jumper. You also guessed, it wrapped a long pink cashmere scarf around my neck and stepped into a pair of black leather low heeled pumps. Sharon and I discussed the punishment cells and new techniques for restraining the female prisoners. We discussed the timer based rigid handcuffs and I asked to see a pair. It was 10:30 now and Sharon asked me if I would like to try them on? She did say that the timer had been set for five minutes only and without checking, I asked her to reduce that to one minute. I then (stupidly) allowed Sharon to handcuff my wrist behind my back! While I pretended to get used to the tightness of these cuffs, Sharon called another female prion official to her office:

“Ah Kelly, nice to see you,” explained Sharon. “This is Samantha, our latest consultant sent to us by Sam Tyler himself. He has given us strict instructions to give Samantha a first hand experience of the Max-CELL complex.”

“No problem Maam,” replied Kelly.

“Samantha’s cuffs are set to release at three this afternoon, would you please find her an empty MAX-CELL Kelly,” requested Sharon?

Before Kelly took me away, Sharon explained that Mr. Tyler wanted to ensure all his new staff understood what it was like to be incarcerated before completing their training so today was my lucky day; I was to spend the next four hours in a MAX-CELL, something I’d never done before!

Kelly was nice amd we chatted as she escorted me down to the familiar maximum security wing of the prison. She told the other guards who I was but before she forced me into the tiny pod, she removed the scarf saying that she couldn’t have me strangling myself while in her custody. He pod door slid closed with a familiar CLUNK, telling me that I was now locked inside a MAX-CELL in my own Oxfordshire prison. The next four hours slipped by slowly as I paced the tiny cell and wondered what it would be like to spend days at a time, even  month just like those two (Karen & Paula) that received a special sentence from the judge. Kelly arrived at one and entered the cell, sitting on the bunk beside me:

“Samantha, we’d normally just push this bowl into the cell and the prisoner would have to eat the food from the bowl on the floor like any other animal but today, I’ll spare you of this horrible experience,” explained Kelly as she started to feed me the same cheese roll and orange juice that all the other female prisoners were now eating.

We chatted between mouthfuls and I started to get to know this pretty brunette who did look rather cute in her prison uniform of navy blue shirt, short matching skirt and tights. We didn’t mandate what colour of tights the staff wore but today Kelly was wearing black opaque tights, not dissimilar to the pair I was wearing. During the first part of lunch, my pod door was left open but at some point the door automatically closed, locking us both in the tiny pod.

“I guess I’m stuck in here with you Samantha,” said Kelly.

“I guess you are Kelly but try spending your time in here with these awful handcuffs pinning your arms behind your back,” I replied?

Kelly then admitted that she didn’t think they were too bad and had spent many an hour in self bondage before she actually realised what she was saying.

“Don’t worry Kelly,” I started to reassure this sexy brunette. “There is no reason to hide the fact you love bondage. In fact it should be commended of the entire girl working in here because it means you’ll always take great care of the entire inmate population, no matter what their crime is.

We chatted on for ages about everything under the sun. Kelly was really attractive and yes, I was attracted to her but for her to be attracted to me right now, meant she was a lesbian. The transformation suit may make me look like a female, talk like a female but it certainly doesn’t make me think like a female!

“So Samantha, how does it feel to be handcuffed right now, knowing you can’t be freed until 3PM,” enquired Kelly?

“Kelly, like you I’ve some personal experience of this but also like you, I’ve never been locked in one of these pods before and it is weird. I feel a mixed emotion of fear yet it makes me hot to think I’ve no control over what happens to me,” I replied. “I’m not sure I’d like to spend ten years of my life in here but then I’m not a criminal like all the inmates around us right now”

I seemed to be getting close to Kelly and even getting some emotion in return as she put her left hand on my Lycra clad leg and robbed my leg ever so gently.

“Don’t worry Samatha,” said Kelly. “I’ll look after you until three and then you’ll be freed but maybe you would come over some time and we could play some games?”

“I’d love that Kelly,” I responded, not knowing really what to say to the advances of a really beautiful girl that also saw me as a female. “I’m off on holiday for a few weeks Kelly, I’ll no doubt bump into you when I get back as I get a deeper understanding of how this prison works and how we make it better”!

She turned to me, put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me on the forehead. She then stood up and headed to the pod door. Using her two-way radio, Kelly requested that MAX-CELL 219 should be opened to allow her to leave. Within a few seconds, the Perspex pod door slid open, Kelly exited and then turned to wave goodbye as the door slid closed, locking me inside alone.

The rest of my stay in Oxfordshire prison was rather boring. The timer cuffs were beginning to get really annoying when they finally opened around three. I headed to the locked Perspex door and shouted out that it was three and I should have been released. No-one came for me for at least another hour or so I thought. I had been sitting on the tiny bunk relaxing (not a lot else to do in the cell on a Friday afternoon) and then Kelly appeared at the pod door.

“Open pod 219,” she instructed into her two-way radio?

With that instruction, the Perspex pod door slid open and Kelly stood there in front of me.

“You’re a free woman Samantha,” were Kellies first words to me as the door slid open.

I was ushered out and I handed her back the rigid timer cuffs:

“You can keep these Kelly,” I uttered in a sarcastic voice as we headed for the MAX-CELL block exit.

Sharon, Kelly and I shared a cup of coffee before I left the prison. We laughed about Sam’s request for my first-hand-experience and Kelly said she’d be delighted to lock me up anytime. I then headed out of the prison facility and back into my car to drive home. Just as I got to the gate the clerk mentioned that I’d left my scarf with Officer Kelly and as her shift was over, she was bringing it with her to the gate right now. I stood here and waited until Kelly appeared, still in her uniform but with a long black overcoat and black scarf wrapped around her neck, leaving the two ends dangling over her chest.

“Thank you Kelly, I completely forgot about the scarf,” I said as she handed the long pink cashmere scarf to me.”

“I’m finished for the day Samantha, would you like to get some dinner,” was Kelly’s reply?

I thanked her for the kind offer but as I was leaving on holiday tomorrow, I had some preparation to complete before going but I would take her up on the offer when I got back. Just a small white lie but we chatted as we got to our respective cars and we drove home apart.

I had to prepare for my big trip tomorrow. I was excited and nervous about what time travel would be like. I could stay here in the 21st century and play along with Kelly but how was I going to explain to her that I was really Sam Tyler, wearing a 23rd century transformation suit? I decide to leave that for another day as an option to be ever growing complicated life. So to the preparation: To be honest, there wasn’t much to prepare for except to answer the question that goes through most female minds before a big day; ‘What to wear?’ I decided to sleep on that question and after a light meal (I was so excited wasn’t hungry), I headed off for an early night.

Sam Tyler in the 23rd century:

Saturday morning came soon enough but I still had a few hours to prepare before noon and the preset time that Erin would hopefully call me back to her time. It was February but my house was warm and I was keen to wear something special for the occasion. I decided on red underwear (for danger). This meant a pair of red satin pants and red bra. I had never worn Erin’s red tights to this day but it seemed the right occasion to give them an outing. Happy with my decision, I slipped into a silk, floral print dress, which really contrasted with my now bright red legs. It was a bit much for the 21st century but maybe not in the 23rd century? A simple pair of red shoes went with my red tights and to complete my outfit, a simple silk scarf tied tightly around my neck with a knot to the right of my neck. I felt great and headed down for some breakfast.

By now it was eleven and I was keen to prepare the pod for my departure. I went back to my bedroom and placed the brastlet around my right wrist, which meant I wouldn’t clash with the gold watch on my left wrist. I then headed down to the basement and into the pod. I checked I had the remote control with me and so I wasn’t going to panic and leave the pod too early, I set the timer for 20:00 hours tonight. This means no matter what happens now; I’ll be stuck in here for eight hours, giving Erin every opportunity to beam me up! As soon as the pod door was closed, I sat on the bunk to wait on twelve noon. This was probably the first time I’d ever locked myself in a cell without any handcuffs or restraint at all. I had done a few overnight sessions in the past few years but even then, I would have handcuffed my wrists to the top of the bunk to add that little extra to my self enforced, bondage experience.

My watch now showed it just before twelve. I’d no idea what I should do? Should I just sit on the bunk or stand up in the same position Erin did when she beamed in and out two years earlier? In the end I stood up with my back to the wall, looking towards the bunk and the remote control in my right hand. I then started to feel a tingle start from the brastlet on my right wrist, which soon spread up my arm and throughout my body. Everything even went black for a second as if I’d passed out but when I opened my eyes, I was still standing in my pod, looking at the same bunk but the duvet was a different colour and hadn’t been messed up from the point I stood up only a few seconds ago. Could I now be in the 23rd century?

I put the remote down on the bed and headed over to the pod door, it was locked and there was no way for me to escape. I shouted out to Erin but there was no sound. I started to look around the cell but there didn’t seem to be much different. The toilet was still there and the bunk. The Perspex door seemed to be made of thicker Plexiglas and there were now six holes in the glass about my eye level. Apart from that, I really couldn’t believe that I’d travelled 200 years into the future. I then heard some noise outside:

“Erin, is that you,” I called out? “Erin, please let me out,” I shouted!”

It was then I saw the love of my life for the first time in nearly two years!

“Hi there Sam or should I say Samantha, You look great by the way,” said Erin as she approached the six holes in the cell door as we stared at each other. “Welcome to the 23rd century.”

I could hardly believe what she was saying, was I really 200 years into the future?

“Erin, come on sweetheart, please let me out, I’m dying to kiss you,” I pleaded!

Erin then looked at me and smiled. She explained that the door was locked in timer mode and wouldn’t open for another hour. She had a lot to explain to me about the future or should I now say, ‘the current time?’

“Sam, I can send you back at anytime using this remote control,” explained Erin as she pulled a chair over to the outside of my locked cell and sat down. “If at any point you want to go back, I’d rather do it before getting close to you again. I fell in love with you two years ago and I have thought about you every day since but times have changed since the 21st century and I will understand it if you decide to go back so I don’t want to have any further contact with you until you are 100% sure about spending some time with me!”

I looked through the Perspex at Erin and placed two hands on he glass in front of her:

“Erin, I fell in love with you two years ago also and no matter what happens now, I want to spend at least the next two weeks with you until we work out what our future looks like.”

Erin looked back at with her big beautiful blue eyes and with a tear dripping down her cheek she began to let me in on what has happened to the world in the last 200 years:

“Sam, you already know that in 2090, scientists perfected fusion at room temperature,” explained Erin.

I do remember her telling me this two years ago and the war that followed.

Erin then proceeded: “Within fifteen years everything was beginning to use this new technology and the first world no longer needed internal combustion engines. Houses, offices, cars, trucks, trains and even planes were all using this new form of power by 2120 and the economy of the Middle East started to break down. Middle Eastern Islamic terrorist sleeper cells started to attack European cites, week in, week out. There was then civil unrest across Europe until finally the largest Islamic army attacked Europe from all sides, which brought the entire continent, including the UK to its knees in less than two years.”

“What about the US Erin,“ I asked?

Erin looked me and began to cry and then told me that the American countries, north and south closed down all communications with Europe, leaving the Europeans on their own.

“You see Sam,” Erin went on to say: “The Americans closed down all communications with Europe and so did Australia and Japan; worrying they might be next. No more flights, no more container ships or commerce at all from the America’s. We were then left to suffer for the next 50 years at the hands of a new and ultra fanatical Islamic dictatorship. Like the Taliban in Afghanistan during your time, men and woman had to adopt Islamic cultures, which got worse over time, which meant woman became second class citizens and even had to cover up in the most hideous barques you’d ever seen. The history books showed this to be one of the worst eras in the history of this planet.”

I looked at Erin who was an emotional wreck, telling me this story that had still to happen many years beyond my life time!

“Erin,” I asked. “Times must have changed if you are the CEO of Tyler Law Enforcement?

Erin looked back at me through the Perspex and said:

“Yes Sam, things did change!” In 2175, the American president of the time Caroline Clinton, the great grand daughter of Chelsea Clinton and therefore the great, great grand daughter of the first female American president, Hilary Clinton made the first diplomatic visit to London. She was the first person from the federated states of North and South America to visit Europe in over 50 years. President Clinton was sympatric to Islamic ways and wore a bright red satin Burqua herself, with only her eyes showing. Air Force One arrived at Heathrow Airport that afternoon after a two hour supersonic flight from Washington DC. With Caroline Clinton came death; the plague in a matter of days”

I sat there listening attentively to Erin as she tried to consolidate the last 200 years history of planet earth in less than an hour:

“Sam, you’ll not believe this but within days all the men of south east England started to feel sick and they all started to die. The government was slow to realise what had happened so by the time Caroline Clinton was back in the Oval Office, the plague had made it to continental Europe and was spreading like wild fire to the east.”

“So What you are saying Erin is that there are no men left in the world,” I asked with a smile thinking that getting laid in the 23rd century was going to be easy.

“Sam, it isn’t funny,” explained Erin. “Within two years, from Ireland to eastern Russia, 90% of the world’s male population had gone! President Clinton said it was her gift to free Europe but it only took another five years for that to backfire on the America’s as the plague reached them and wiped out over 98% of the male population of the new federated continent of America. As you can imagine, Caroline Clinton was hounded out of office and in the end executed for her crimes but this left the world a very different place. It is now 2217 Sam and ten years ago we found a cure for the plague but the virus was dying anyway. Before you leave the pod, I’ll have to inject you with the antivirus just in case but you’ve nothing to fear except what we are left with.”

I couldn’t believe what Erin was telling me but without a lot of men around, woman had to start doing a lot more for themselves! In the Americas the new post Clinton government put in place forced breeding programmes. All men that were still alive were hounded down and sent to prisons that used them like lab rates to ensure that what sperm was left, was used to get the continent back on its feet. All baby girls were left with their mother but baby boys were taken by the government and the mothers didn’t care as they became very rich for every baby boy that was born.

In Europe things were different. Any men that were left became slaves to their mistresses and bought and sold, even rented for private breeding programmes. Erin explained that she owned several men but was found it hard as she always fell in love with them. She couldn’t bare children so in the end, she sold her male slaves for vast profits to continue the growth of Tyler Law Enforcement, which by the way was now operating in every part of the newly federated Europe.

“So Sam,” Erin went on to explain.” You’re now in the completely fucked up 23rd century and do you still want to stay?

I looked at Erin and smiled telling her that I had now got at least two weeks to sample what this new, fucked up world had to offer.

“Sam, one of the reasons I didn’t bring you back with me two years ago was I wanted to get Transformation up and running first. Without the suit you’re now wearing, you would have to be my slave and I’m afraid men have it very tough in the 23rd century. There are no male cloths anymore. Females who are lucky enough to own a man; or mistresses as they’re called; keep them in extremely tight feminine clothing and as a hang up from the Islamic days. All men outside now have to wear burqua’s and are paraded like toys in public places chained and handcuffed so none of them can ever escape. Your GPS based cuffing system ensures that male restrain is always on until they get back to their mistresses homes and like you did back in the 21st century, all mistresses have basement pods like this one to keep their prised toy safe from any other female. Male chastity belts are common on every man for his own safety so I didn’t want you to have to experience this part of the 23rd century.”

I remind Erin that loved bondage and to be honest, I quite fancied the idea of being her toy in the outside world. Erin smiled and by then the magnetic lock opened the pod door and I was able to hug the love of my life for the first time in two years. We kissed patiently before heading upstairs to a mouse that looked completely different, 200 years into the future. Erin insisted that I had the anti virus injection. I hated needles but this went straight through my new female skin and into my male body underneath.

“Sam, you’ll feel a little tired but a good nights sleep and you’ll feel great tomorrow,” explained Erin.

I was tired so after dinner and some TV on the latest techno, which was terrible I have to say because it was 100% geared towards a female audience.

A strange new world:

I awoke on Sunday morning beside Erin. We were both naked and we kissed passionate for it seemed like hours.

“Erin,” I asked? “Doesn’t it not feel weird for you to be kissing a woman? You’re clearly normal because you liked me back in the 21st century?

“Sam you’ll soon learn that for years if we girls wanted sex, we had to have it with each other. Yes, most if not all of us fantasize about having a man but when there is no men around, you learn to make do!”

Erin then explained that she wanted to take me into Oxford today and return the day of shopping that I have given her two years prior. We ate breakfast and using the remote control to give me the same size body as Erin, she offered me some 23rd century cloths to wear. It was clear that fashion really hadn’t changed too much and I was glad to see that weird and wonderful colour of stretchy Lycra tights were as popular today as they were in the early 21st century. Once I’d slipped on a really soft pair of pants and a bra, Erin handed me a black catsuit. She explained that it was now normal underwear and I pulled the layer of Lycra over my body, leaving only my hands and head poking through after Erin had pulled up the rear zip. I did the same with her bright blue catsuit and I have to say, I was enjoying the 23rd century already! Next Erin handed me a red wool sweaterdress, which I was able to easily slip over my newly slippery Lycra covered body. Erin pulled on a Black matching sweater dress and we then used matching wide leather belts (mine black and Erin’s blue) to set off our contrasting outfits. We then pulled on leather knee high leather boots, mine red to match my dress and Erin’s were black to match her dress. We were then ready to head out after breakfast.

It was cold outside so after we both slipped into leather jacket each and wrapped long scarves around our necks, we headed out to Erin’s silver Mercedes Benz. The first thing I noticed when we left the house was that Erin’s Mercedes Benz had no wheels. The other thing I noticed was it was left-hand-drive, which Erin explained took over 100 years to bring this standard across Europe. I was then thinking that Margaret Thatcher would turn in her grave if she knew we were part of a federated Europe and driving on the wrong side of the road, so to speak! I got into the front right seat, where the steering wheel should have been! Erin got into the left and the first thing she did as son as her key was in the ignition was set the Sat Nav. Next Erin pushed the START button and the whir of the internal fusion reactor started up and the car eased into the air by only two or three feet.

“This is weird Erin,” I commented.

“You should have expected flying cars by now Sam,” explained Erin! “Flying cars were trialled a number of years ago but the technology was problematic and difficult to manage in three dimensional space so having the car hover three feet off the ground meant no more road works once the road was built and computer technology linked to the Sat Nav will guide us directly to where we want to go.”

With that Erin steered the Mercedes hover car out of her drive, my drive and right towards where the M40 used to be. Within only a minute or two the in car navigation system turned on the autopilot and Erin sat back and let her Mercedes join the hundreds of other hover cars in an automated, computerised cruise control, which ensured correct distances was held and also allowed for much higher speeds to be met. We were soon coming off the M40 and heading into a very, very different Oxford city centre. A lot of the old buildings had been preserved but I wasn’t expecting to experience what I was seeing as we pulled into a city centre car park.

The entire city was covered in wall-to-wall females! Erin was right, there were hardly any men but once out of the car and walking down the pedestrian precinct, I saw my first mistress with her slave! The poor guy was covered from head to toe in a bright green Burqua. He was struggling to walk so I guess his ankles were chained and round his neck was a wide stainless steel collar that would have kept the Burqua in place and also meant his mistress could buckle a chain lead to her slave. The chain was connected to a handcuff that kept her salve attached to her:

“That is so fucking weird,” I whispered to Erin.

“You’ll never get used to it,” whispered Erin in response. “Underneath the Burqua, I guarantee that guy’s torso is squeezed into a leather corset dress and his feet will be in incredibly high heeled leather boots. He’ll also be gagged with either a leather pad held in place by locked strap or his mistresses pants stuffed in his mouth and either held in by tape of a scarf cleave gag.”

“His mistress looks really happy Erin and everyone is looking at her,” I said.

“Yes Sam,” said Erin in response. “It is a real big deal if you have a male slave! Only the very top 5% richest girls have a slave and they contuse to richer, milking them for sperm that other woman spend thousands of euros for in official government pregnancy centres.”

I explained to Erin that I’d love to be her slave sometime and she just laughed saying that I could get my wish if I agreed to attend a party with her on Saturday night. This seemed an excellent idea to me but Erin warned me that it would be a difficult and painful experience being a guy in 23rd century England!

We continued shopping for cloths and even had some time for lunch. I couldn’t get over how many beautiful women there were in and around Oxford! The world was certainly a different place! Very little pollution also made it a very pleasant experience and I continued to spend the afternoon with Erin. At around three I announced to Erin that I needed to take a piss. We went to the latest public toilet that was certainly 23rd century but gaining access to take a piss while wearing the thick Lycra catsuit wasn’t easy. After about fifteen minutes of stripping and then re dressing I was ready to finish my day. On the way back to Erin house, I asked her how things at the prison had changed in 200 years. Erin explained that my facility had been rebuilt twice in the past 200 years and more recently it had an upgrade to cope with the latest technology. I wanted to see how things had changed in controlling dangerous females minds in 200 years and Erin agreed this would be a great idea tomorrow (Monday). That evening we simply spent the evening, eating and drinking wine before heading off to bed around eleven.

On Monday morning Erin suggested that I be her new consultant at the recently updated Oxfordshire woman’s prison, which I was really looking forward to. I wanted to try on some of the new cloths we’d bought yesterday. I’d also nearly forgotten that I’d been transformed into Samantha for nearly three days now and I was enjoying the time in female clothing and the varieties of soft and cool gear girls get to wear. To day Erin suggested I wear some of the more formal office wear she’d bought for me yesterday. I was therefore keen to pull on the white satin bra and pants, followed by navy blue Lycra tights. 200 years has brought new developments in Lycra and today you were able to purchase tights in four levels of opaque. I loved completely opaque tights so I got to enjoy the soft warm feeling they cause as my legs rubbed together. It always made me horny and this morning was no diffident. It was still February so I slipped on a really soft bark blue jumper with built in bodice. This style of tight jumper had been in and out of fashion back in the late 20th century but the latest synthetic wool material was better in the 23rd century and the my new thick wool jumper hugged my great female figure. A simple short black skirt with thick leather belt followed and finally a pair of low heeled shoes finished my attire for today and my first visit to the new Oxfordshire woman’s prison. Erin entered the bedroom dressed in very similar cloths and we hugged and kissed before heading downstairs for breakfast.

The journey to the Oxfordshire prison was one I’d taken many times before, 200 years ago. The countryside had changed very little except the new motorways were packed with the latest hover cars carrying countless female drivers and passengers to their place of work. We pulled up to the gatehouse at the prison and Erin waved her pass, allowing us into the car park area. Once we’d arrived at the staff reception area Erin was met by Jennifer Owens, who had been governor now for only six weeks as the new facility came online. Erin introduced me to Jennifer as a consultant, specialising in short term punishment methods to ensure inmates accepted the rules. We shook hands and headed for Jennifer’s office to remove our coats and scarves before heading onto the prison floor to look at 23rd century incarceration.

“Ah Samantha,” hailed Jennifer as we crossed the prison yard towards the prisoner reception area. “Here is the first prison van of the morning arriving from the Oxford court house. There’ll we several girls inside who have been either remanded in custody, awaiting trial or prisoners that broke the law at the weekend and are being transferred here for there mandatory 5-day sentence.”

“Mandatory 5-day sentence, what’s that,” I asked?

“Well Samantha,” explained Erin! If you break the law during the weekend, say a drunken disorderly offence, you get a fine of £200. As soon as you’re arrested, you’re taken to the police station, charged and using your credit card, you’ll be free in around four to five hours. If you either refuse to pay the fine or it’s your second offence, you get an automatic sentence of five days. This mandatory time limit doubles for each time you’re arrested for minor offences that do not harm anyone else.”

It was that easy to get put in prison in the 23rd century but it worked! Most first offenders never got picked up for a second time and the 5% that did, nine in every ten females locked up for five days, never reoffended again! These results were amazing and certainly worth considering back in my 21st century law enforcement world.

Jennifer invited me into the van to see who they’d just brought in.

“Good morning governor Owens,” were the first words of the prison escort officer when we stepped up into the van.

We were told that they only had one prisoner, a girl called Susan who was arrested on Saturday night in central Oxford for being drunk and abusive to other pedestrians on her way home. Susan’s file clearly showed that she’d been arrested for a drunken offence three months earlier and now she would spend the next five days behind bars. The hover van certainly was modern. This was a six pod van and lining both sides of the central corridor were six Perspex locked pods. In the first pod on the left was a tall, very attractive girl with long auburn hair tied up in a pony tail and still wearing the same bright red party dress, which she was wearing when she was arrested at 11:54 on Saturday night. The other thing striking about Susan was the way her breasts were pushed forward in the tight party dress but I’d guessed this was due to her wrists being clearly cuffed behind her back. Her ankles were also cuffed but the legirons were not legirons at all but plastic looking bracelets that were attached by a short steel looking cable. The escort officer used her remote control to unlock the pod door and Susan stood up to as soon as the pod floor bolt had unlocked also and Susan stood up to exit the cell.

“It’s okay, we’ll take her from here,” explained Jennifer as she led Susan down the steps and out of the prison hover van.

It was then I noticed Susan’s wrists were not locked in handcuffs but similar looking bracelets from the pair that were locked around her ankles. These wrist briskets were locked together behind her back so without a chain link between Susan’s cuffs, her wrists were pined behind her back very tightly! I followed Susan who was now held tightly from both arms by Jennifer and Erin as they matched her into the prisoner reception area. We arrived at a processing desk and Susan’s charge and automatic detention order was read out to her. She would be held at the Oxfordshire female prison until eleven AM on Saturday morning. Susan cried as they put her in a waiting pod where females would be processed and taken through to the prison itself.

“Erin,” I asked? “What are those cuffs that Susan is wearing?”

“Samantha, those are the latest prison cuffs we use these days,” explained Erin. “When we process Susan in a few minutes, she’ll have a wrists bracelet locked on each wrist for her entire stay here. If her sentence was for a year or ten years, she’d have the same bracelets locked on her wrists for the entire stay. They are linked back to the control room so a guard knows exactly where Susan was at any point in time. They have a tazor setting, which meant the prison officers can control Susan but the neatest thing about these cuffs is the remote controlled bolt that allows the cuffs to be locked together at any time!”

These cuffs amazed me and Erin promised to show me more when they processed Susan, which was only minutes away.

A prison guard extracted Susan from the locked pod and Jennifer, Erin and I followed as she was matched into a shower area. It was only when the door behind us all was locked did the guard called out the serial number of Susan’s leg cuffs and wrist cuffs did they open and Susan was now free to strip and shower. While Susan was showering for the first time since Friday or Saturday, Jennifer and the guard fetched a prison uniform and a fresh set of prison bracelets. Jennifer suggested the guard went for her tea break and we would handle Susan for now. As soon as the guard was gone Jennifer instructed Susan to exit the shower and stand in front of us with her hands on her head. Susan was embarrassed to be standing in front of three complete strangers but this was prison and there was no option for poor Susan.

“Miss, why am I here, I was only drunk,” wept Susan.

“Jennifer then replied in a strong, voice,” Susan you’ve been automatically convicted of being drunk and disorderly in a public place on Saturday night. This is your second offence and you’ll now spend five days in prison for your misdemeanour. Your employer will be informed but under the new law set back in 2215, they cannot fire you for this offence but the time you spend in jail will be taken from your annual vacation allocation!”

Erin went on to say, “Susan, please put on this prison uniform and we’ll get you down to your cell where we’ll then be able to serve you breakfast.”

The prison uniform was a simple affair! Susan was handed one uniform to wear and one in a bag as a change for the week. If she was to serve a much long sentence then she’d have three uniforms in total! Susan then stepped into the rather unflattering pair of yellow cotton panties and then slipped into the yellow coloured cotton bra. Next came the yellow coloured dress that had short sleeves and came to several inches above Susan’s knees.

Erin then explained the prison cuffs to Susan: “Susan I’m now going to put these bracelets onto each of your wrists. These will remain locked on for the duration of your five days with us! You’ll be required to have your wrists cuffed behind your back when you’re not in your cell. These are the rules and you WILL place your wrists behind your back at any time a prison officer asks you to! Failure to do so will mean you get tazor’d and your wrist will be locked behind your back while you’re unconscious. They will then remain locked behind your back for 24 hours, is that clear?”

Susan nodded in reply as Jennifer slid each plastic bracelet over Susan’s hands and then used a remote control to tighten the cuff around Susan’s wrist with the large red pack on the outside of Susan’s wrists. Erin then showed me the bolt that locked and unlocked using the remote control. To test them, Erin asked Susan to place her hands behind her back and the bolts locked, pinning Susan’s arms behind her back. Finally Jennifer appears with a black fleece looking object:

“Susan, there are other items of clothing you should know about,” explained Jennifer.

“This is a prison issue hood,” Jennifer went on to explain. ”Before you leave your cell, you’ll be instructed to put it on and pull the draw strings tight before placing your wrists behind your back to be locked!”

Susan nodded again to show she understood as the tears streamed down her face. Jennifer then approached and slipped the thin fleece looking hood over Susan’s head and pulled the draw strings tight around her neck.

“The last piece of clothing you could get to wear Susan is prison issue tights.” Explained Erin! “You obviously can’t see then right now but they’re thick black Lycra with yellow writing down each leg, clearing saying Oxfordshire Female prison. These are very badly sought after in this woman’s prison and if you behave while you’re here, you could earn a pair by Wednesday, is that clear?”

Susan’s black covered head nodded again and a weepy “Yes Maam,” came from this terrified young prisoner whose only crime was to have a little too much to drink on a Saturday night. I picked up Susan’s spare set of cloths and after slipping rubber sandals onto Susan’s feet we called for the door to the shower room to open and we led Susan towards the cell block. It was a long walk through many electrically operated bars and doors until we finally entered C-WING, section for short stay prisoners. Each wing had twenty cells or pods, ten on each side and Susan was led to C-125. Once inside, Jennifer called for cell C-125 to be closed and the Perspex door slid closed, with a CLUNK as it locked. Erin then handed me the PDA control:

“As you can see Samantha, the WiFi as picked up six prisoners nearby,” explained Erin. “If you tap on Susan XXXX in cell C-125, you can bring up her profile and unlock her wrists.”

It was amazing because as soon as I tap the unlock cuff feature, Susan’s cuffs bleeped and the bolt popped open and Susan was able to free her own hands. Jennifer then explained that she could remove her hood and with some difficultly picking the knot in the draw string Susan’s head was now free from the hood. Susan folded and popped the hood into the pouch in front of her prison dress as instructed by Jennifer and she went over to sit on her bunk.

“How long will Susan spend in her cell each day Erin,” I asked?

“Because she is a short term prisoner,” explained Erin, “she will spend 23 hours a day in there with one-hour outside in the fresh air but hooded and cuffed, which is amusing to watch!”

I thought Erin and her new prison was a little extreme but my perverted side certainly saw the interesting side to what was my empire 200 years before.

“I think you’re being a tad tough,” I explained to Erin and Jennifer.

“Rubbish Sam,” replied Erin. You’ve no idea what tough means in here until you’ve spent a day restrained to the wall and desperate to take a piss and every time a guard walks past your pod, you’re oblivious in the pitch black of the prison hoods.”

Jennifer looked at Erin and explained that maybe as their latest consultant I should experience a day in the prison and maybe I’d come up with some new ideas while I rotted in a pod for 23 hours.

“No fucking way,” was my only response as I stared at Erin, pleading her not to accept Jennifer’s suggestion!

Erin looked at Jennifer and said that I might actually look good in a yellow prison uniform with my hands cuffed and my head covered by a black fleece hood. Jennifer laughed and radioed for some assistance. Wtihin only a few minutes three female prison officers had responded to her calls:

“Ladies, this is Samantha Tyler, our latest consultant sent to us by Erin to she how we can improve our little facility. I’d like you to place Miss Tyler in a free pod, fetch a prison uniform and we’ll keep her here a day or two to get a first hand experience of our facility?”

With that, the three guards had surrounded me and I was being man-handled or should I say woman-handled towards an open pod before pushing me inside and having the door electronically side closed and lock with a CLUNK! I stood facing out towards Erin who was smiling at me from outside the Perspex door:

“Sam, just submit and enjoy yourself! I’m sure you’ll come up with some great ideas after a day or two in here,” explained Erin in a sarcastic voice as she waited for the guards to return with my uniform.

It must have been only five or maybe ten minutes before one of the three guards that popped me into the pod returned with a yellow uniform. Erin opened the cuff hatch and passed me through the uniform and demanded that I put it on so in front of these strangers, I had to undress, pass my cloths through the cuff hatch to Erin and then I stepped into the more utilitarian yellow cotton bra and pants. Thank goodness they had brought me a pair of prison issue tights, which were shiny black and very opaque with the yellow writing, clearly shooing them as prison property. I pulled them on and then slid the yellow, short sleeved prison dress over my head. It came to only a few inches above my knees but I think it looked quite good in the contrast of the shinny prison tights. Next Erin demanded that I passed each hand separately through the cuff hatch so they could place the plastic bracelets around my wrists. They seemed bulky at first but they were light but very tight. Finally, Erin passed me a fleece hood through the hatch and instructed me to pull it over my head and pull the drawstring tight. That complete and after I was in complete darkness did they instruct me to place my hands behind my back so the remote cuffing could take place, joining my bracelets tightly together. Through the darkness I felt the pod door slide open and then Erin holding me tight and whispering into my right ear, hidden behind the fleece hood:

“I still love you Sam but enjoy yourself and I be back tomorrow.”

She helped me to the bunk and I sat down before hearing the pod door slide closed and locked once again. Surely they were not going to leave me in here hooded and cuffed but that is exactly what they did do! I therefore had no option but to sit on my pod bunk and contemplate in complete darkness, what I’d actually gotten myself in for? To be honest, I was horny as hell and loving every second of my forced incarceration.

I must have sat in that pod, in complete darkness for hours until I finally heard a voice from outside the pod call for my cuffs to be released, which then enabled me to unpick the drawstring and remove my hood. I looked up from the bunk to see Jennifer standing there with a tray of food:

“Here you go Samantha, here’s your dinner. I’ll be back in thirty minutes to take the tray away and give you your evening stroll!”

I stood up, walked over to the pod door and retrieved the tray through the cuff hatch and thanked Jennifer. The food was actually okay and in fact a lot better than prisoners would have received 200 years ago in my prison. Thirty minutes came far too qukcly and Jennifer returned ordering me to put the hood back on and place my hands behind my back for automatic cuffing. I was then led out of the pod and into the fresh air.

“Samantha,” explained Jennifer. “I’ll remove your hood and let you see what it happening out here. Please do not say and word as I don’t want to the other prisoners to know who you are or why you’re receiving deferent treatment.”

With that, Jennifer loosened the drawstring and I could see and breathe normally again. The fleece hood was thick and while breathing was easy, it was much nicer to be rid of the thing and breathing fresh air again. The sight that awaited me was simply amazing. I was ion the exercise yard with around 100 female prisoners, all wearing yellow prison issue dresses but only about half wearing the prison issue tights. It was cold but with all their heads covered by the black fleece hoods and their hands all cuffed behind their backs, it was a sight to behold watching around 100 female prisoners walking around the parameter of the exercise yard. Jennifer explained that there was a groove in the ground that allowed the inmates to all follow the same path around the yard. With that she slipped the hood over my head, tightened the drawstring around my neck and allowed me to take my position in the procession of hooded and handcuffed female inmates. It wasn’t nice walking around blind, hoping not to bump into someone of some thing. Soon the guards were calling us to stop and one by one (I think), we were led inside and back to our pods for the night. Only when the door closed and locked, did my handcuffs release automatically and I could remove the hood once again. It was then time for me to change out of my yellow dress and tights and climb into bed for a nights sleep, which was slow in coming due to the noise and CLUNKING of pod doors through the night.

It was weird to think that I was spending my first night ever in prison but I knew that I should be released tomorrow as there was no way Erin would keep me away from her during our first two weeks in nearly two years. Again, I’d spent many a night locked in my own basement cells and pod but I’d never spent a night in one of my own prisons. Tuesday morning came soon enough and breakfast was served around eight AM before the morning activity of females being hooded and cuffed before being led away to their day jobs. No such luck for me as I was left to sweat in my pod all day, with not a lot to do but watch the going’s on outside my locked pod door. The other inmates arrived back around mid afternoon and so did Jennifer to explain the afternoon activates:

“Samantha, you’ll not yet be aware of our afternoon ritual here in the prison. Your bracelet cuffs need charged for two hours every day and all inmates at the same time go through the same process every day.”

I looked at Jennifer from behind the Perspex door of my pod while she explained to me the charging cable and wall mounted cuffs. Each day at four PM a bell would ring throughout the prison and each inmate was expected to pull on the inertia real charging cables and plug them into each cuff before pulling on their fleece hood and tightening the drawstring. I was then told to back up to the wall, place my wrists in the empty and open wall mounted cuffs that would automatically close at 16:10. Under Jennifer’s directions, I plugged the charging cables into both my bracelets and then slipped on the fleece hood, not forgetting to tighten the drawstring before positioning myself with my back to the cell (pod) wall and placing my wrists into the open cuffs. It was then I heard the bell ring and Jennifer explained that I was ready and wait there and do nothing until the cuffs locked automatically at 16:10.

“So Jennifer,” I asked? “What happens if any female is not in the cuffs at 16:10?”

“Very simple Samantha,” explained Jennifer. “A swat team will be sent into the pod and the inmate will be forced into the wall mounted cuffs. Instead of being there two hours as is normal, she’ll still be 24 hours later and only then will she be released!”

I think I’ll just follow the rules this afternoon and accept my two-hour bondage session, which did start automatically when the wrist cuffs automatically closed around both hands, pinning me against the wall of my pod. It was there I stood for the next two hours or so I think until I heard the pod door open.

“Stand still Samantha while we prepare you,” came a voice I didn’t recognise!

“Prepare me for what,” I demanded but was ignored as I felt my tights being pulled down, followed by my pants.

I had no idea what was happening to me but I felt whoever was in my cell, pulling up heavier pants, followed by something plastic, before my tights were pull back into place.

“Now Samantha,” came the unfamiliar voice again. “I’m going unplug your cuffs from the charging unit and then release you from the wall cuffs in a second and as soon as you’re hands are free, I want you to put your hands behind your back so we can cuff your wrists?”

“Not until you tell me what is happening,” I demanded!

“Have it your way Samantha,” was her last words before my hood was lifted so I could see a tall muscular prison officer with four other officers in swat uniforms behind her.”

I regretted my rants because this mean looking female officer pushed a rubber bit into my mouth and then pealed back a tape, leaving a plastic gag stuck to my mouth and the rubber bit inside, which had a hole in it for breathing through.

“That should keep you quiet,” were next words before she explained that this was the latest prison gagging system. The plastic gag had a soluiton that was released when she peeled back the outer layer and this left the gag stuck to my mouth. Even if my hands were free, I couldn’t remove the gag myself until the release soluiton was put in place, allowing the gag to peel off my mouth.

There was no way I was going to get to test the gag because two other officers held my arms as the wall mounted cuffs opened and then pulled me to the cell (pod) floor, forcing my arms behind my back and into the bracelet locking system. That completed, I was forced face down onto the ground and my ankles were put into tight cuffs before being attached to my wrists, leaving me stuck in a 23rd century hogtie. The senior officer removed the hood explaining she wanted me to see this as the four officer swat team lifted me out of the cell and placed me into a tiny cage. The top of the cage closed and locked, leaving me no way to escape even if I wasn’t cuffed into a very uncomfortable hogtie.

“My name is Officer Channing and I’m the evening governor here Samantha. I hate consultants and every time you come here, you make all our lives miserable. I’m about to make your life miserable and for a very long time. Tomorrow you’ll be going to court on some jumped up, made up charges but until then, and maybe tomorrow, you’re going in the hole.”

I tried to scream into the gag but practically no sound came out as my cage, with me locked inside was lifted onto a trolley and I was wheeled out of the remand cell block. After about ten minutes and numerous electronic bars being opened and closed, I arrived in a small block which resembled a hospital morgue with a wall full of small pods, six across, by three high. Officer Channing used her hand held remote control to open the wall pod three up and two in from the right. The trolley was then winched up until my cage could be slid into the wall pod. This sort of reminded me of the Japanese hotel pods back in the 20th and 21st century. They charged you $50 a night for a pod but tonight I was spending my evening locked in one and also in an incredibly tight hogtie. I then realised that I was wearing a diaper so it was clear, I was expected to be in here for some considerable time. As soon as my cage was inside the pod, the door closed automatically and I was left in complete darkness as this pod door was not Perspex. It was going to be a very long night as I was beginning to get very sore, lying on my stomach with my hands and feet closely attached with absolutely no relief. I tried very hard not to piss into my diaper but at some point through the night, I had no option and that just made my night even worse.

I must have got some sleep because I was finally disturbed by the pod door opening and another officer unknown to me sliding me out of the cage and onto another trolley, which brought me down to the floor. This one officer then wheeled out of the punishment block and into a locker room:

“Okay Samantha, I’m officer Carter and I’ve got the job to prepare you for court this morning. I will soon release you from the cage and you can take a shower. You’ll get to wear your own cloths and you will be cuffed again before being taken to court but I must warn you, one wrong move and you’ll get zapped,” were her words as she held up her remote control in front of my face!

Officer Carter then unlocked my cage before finally releasing my hog tie. My handcuffs were even released but this was so I could get myself out of the cage. I had to strip in front of Officer Carter who held her remote control in front of me the whole time before I could remove the diaper and dump in into the trash can. The shower was wonderful and it felt great putting on the suit I’d worn to the prison yesterday with Erin. I have to say that I was very nervous because at no point had Officer Carter removed my gag and I tried to mumph as best I could the fact that I wasn’t really a prisoner but she reminded me that one more sound and I’d be zapped so I quickly pulled on my soft silky underwear, followed by my tights and then the tight jumper, short skirt and knee high boots that I’d arrived in yesterday. My hands were locked once more behind my back and Officer Carter then placed my ankles in similar cuffs but this time with about two feet of cable between then, allowing for some movement. She then wrapped my long winter scarf around my neck, pulling it up over my face, explaining that it looked better, covering the prison gag. I was then led out to a waiting Mercedes prison van that had been demonstrated to me yesterday. I was directed into the last pod on he left and as soon as I’d sat down, the ankle cable was locked into the floor mounted locking system and a fleece hood was pulled down over my head. The last thing I heard was the pod door being closed and the CLUNK of the automatic locking system.

The journey to the court house was only about half-an-hour and I found it difficult to sit on the bench with my hands cuffed behind my back and my ankles finally locked to the floor. I was starting to panic because I’d no idea what awaited me at the court house and the jumped up charges that Officer Channing had talked about last night. I wanted to see Erin and find out what was happening but there was no way to contact her in this position!

The prison van finally came to a halt and within five minutes I was led out and into the fresh air. At no time was my hood removed so I’d no idea where I was or where they were taking me. I did know that I’d been handed over to someone else’s custody but they talked very quietly and I didn’t recognise the voices. Again I was led down some steps and the familiar sound of a pod door being opened and finally I was placed inside and the door closed and locked without any words being spoken. I simply had to sit on the pod bunk and await my fate. It was hot in the pod and having the winter scarf wrapped around my face made my wait even more uncomfortable. I had assumed that I was waiting in the court cells but to be honest I’d no idea where I was that Wednesday morning in 2217. All I knew was I was restrained and in the hands of my captures or the 23rd century authorities. What was going to happen to me and was I going to spend the next how long in prison, stuck here as a female in the 23rd century. I was really a guy but no one knew in this crazy world run by females.

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Ed K

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