It's The Future
But Not As You Know It!
by Ed Kilpatrick
Part Three – 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 The damn laces that drove us all mad until around 2012 had now been replaced by a new heavy duty zipper solution that would pull the corset tight to a predefined waist reduction setting.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.
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