It's The Future
But Not As You Know It!
By Ed Kilpatrick
Part FOUR – Three days of bliss:
Sunday was the start of something I'd really never had in my life. I was sharing my time with a beautiful blonde called, 'Erin!' I really didn't want our time together to end but Erin repeatedly reminded me that Wednesday would come soon enough and she had to go back to her own time (2215). We therefore did as much as we could in the three days we had from Sunday lunch time when she finally released me from the pod until Wednesday at noon, when she'd return to her own time.
On Monday I met with my lawyers and while they didn't fully understand the reasons for my decision, they accepted that my personal stake in Tyler Law Enforcement (TLE) would remain for exactly 200 years. Only then could the CEO of that future day, gain access to my personal wealth, locked in the company. Even if TLE transferred into other hands during the next 200 years, my estate would continue to receive an extremely high percentage of the annual company profits. I also ensured my home was to be made available to the CEO of TLE for the next 200 years also. This would ensure that the house, my current estate would pass to Erin as soon as she became CEO. Erin didn't attend any of these meetings but by close of business on Monday, the papers had been drawn up and signed. Erin and I celebrated that evening at one of Oxfords best restaurants and on Tuesday I agreed to give him a personal tour of the new Oxfordshire female prison.
It was great to visit the location of my latest and most modern facility. It was even better to walk the halls seeing females being paraded around with their hands cuffed behind their backs and led by prison officials by the leather lead attached to their rigid cuffs. We spoke to a number of prisoners and officials. I introduced Erin as a consultant, specialising in female law enforcement and Erin could have talked for England as she gained a much better understanding of the techniques I'd been introducing to ensure these wayward woman never returned to prison after their release. Erin was amazed by the cells and whispered to me that in 2215 all the cells no longer had solid steel doors but all now used the latest clear Perspex, not unlike the pod I'd installed in my basement. I then took Erin to the maximum security wing where all the cells used the latest in 21st century Perspex technology, all of which were based on the pod installed in my basement. Each pod housed the worst female prisoners, typically girls that refused to accept the harsh rules that kept the facility in order. All of my facilities were smoke free and visiting times were spent behind thick Perspex where no prisoner had access to receive anything from their visitor. All presents were passed to the prisoners by the prison officials after they were checked and approved. This level of security meant there was some unrest and all female who rebelled ended up in the MAX-WING.
"Sam, why is that girl strapped to her bunk," asked Erin and we stood in front of a MAX-CELL looking at a female strapped to her bunk by thick leather cuffs on both her wrists and ankles?"
The prison official escorting us explained that Kelly (the inmate's name) had been abusive to the person officials during her third day in prison. She was a junky and one of the rules of this prison was to offer no drug rehabilitation so all female prisoners who were drug addicts had to go cold-turkey and many went off the rails for up to a month as their system was cleared of drug abuse. This had proved really successful over the nine months this system had been trailed and in fact 99% of the inmates were thankful for the cold-turkey experience because it was the quickest way they got the drugs out of their system. Nearly all female inmates that went through cold-turkey became model prisoners and to date this facility has had no repeat offenders!
The next cell we came to was empty and Erin just walked right in. I signalled to the prison control room and they electronically closed the door, locking it behind Erin, who turned round, looking at me completely shocked that she was now locked in.
"What are you doing Sam," asked Erin from behind the thick Perspex door?
"Giving you some real experience of my latest 21st century prison facility Erin," I replied.
I turned to the guard and ask her quietly to leave Erin in there for an hour, bring her lunch in the cell and then when she has finished bring her to the board room in restraints. I then walked off leaving Erin in MAX-CELL number 23.
I went to the prison governor's (Sharon Crawford) office for a meeting and while having our lunch we were able to check in on Erin using the modern digital CCTV system installed all over the prison.
"She is going to be mighty pissed off with you Sam, when we finally let her out," explained Sharon as she took a sip of water during our working lunch.
"Sharon," I replied. "Erin is an experienced consultant and she should have by now spent many an hour behind bars during her many years of prison experience. An hour or two in this facility will do her good!"
We laughed and then finished our lunch before watching Erin being extracted from the MAX-CELL in handcuffs. About ten minutes later, after a knock on the door, Erin appeared in the board room with her hands cuffed behind her back, being led by a female prison official who removed the cuffs and left shortly after.
"Did you enjoy your time in the MAX-CELL," asked Sharon?
"It was quite an experience," replied Erin, "but one I hope never to experience for real!"
We all laughed, had a cup of coffee before Erin and I departed for home and my country estate.
"Well Erin, how did it feel to be incarcerated," I enquired as we drove home?
"To be honest with you Sam, I was really turned on by the whole experience and have to admit, I really do share your passion for bondage," replied Erin.
When we arrived back at the estate I offered to lock Erin in a basement cell but she refused, asking to go to bed instead for a couple of hours to make love. Who was I to complain?
Wednesday came around far too soon and we got up around nine to spend our last morning together. Erin asked if we could spend our last couple of hours together locked in the pod. She wanted to put on the same cloths she arrived in and she was also keen that I dressed in some female clothes. After some deliberation, Erin handed me a pair of thick white, Lycra tights.
"I love how soft Lycra feels on my legs, don't you Sam," she enquired?
"That's why I get such a kick from wearing female clothing Erin," I replied! "I'm so jealous of girls being able to wear what they like from trouser suits to cool dresses in the summer and the most fantastic warn soft wool clothing in the winter."
These tights were great. I think they are 100D and therefore completely hide my hairy male legs in the softest layer of stretchy material. Next Erin chose for me a fearsome black leather corset, that give me a tight female waist and large breasts. I think Erin got a massive kick from the fact I squirmed in pain as she eased the rear zipper up slowly, incarcerating my chest in an incredibly tight squeeze!
"I think you'll look great in this Sam," explained Erin as she handed me a black satin, French maids dress.
I loved this dress because I had to climb into the built in bodice. This meant this dress wasn't coming off until the rear zipper had been pulled down but right now the zipper was being pulled up and into the high neck that was a very tight fit. With the corset now crushing my male torso, the satin dress covered my upper body and down to about two inches above my knees.
"You look gorgeous Sam," explained Erin as she approached and kissed me patiently.
Next Erin pulled a long blonde wig on my head before handing me a pair of low healed strapped shoes to put on. I preferred boots but who as I to complain? I'd never met a girl before that wanted me to indulge one of my favourite pastimes, 'cross dressing.' I thought I was now done but Erin insisted that she add some bondage to our joint session so within only a few minutes I was locked into an extremely tight set of prison cuffs that consisted of:
A pair of rigid handcuffs and now kept both my arms pinned behind my back;
A pair of heavy leg cuffs that had only a very short chain (12 inches) and
Finally both the leg cuffs and handcuffs were attached to a steel collar that was now locked around the high collar of the French maids dress. This meant the dress wasn't coming off until the collar was unlocked o I was even going to get a chance to take a piss until I could remove the black satin, French maids dress.
"I think that will do for now," explained Erin just before she approached again for a long passionate kiss. "Let's go down to the pod and lock ourselves in the same pod we met on Saturday? I want to tease the fuck out of you until I'm called back to 2215."
There was very little I could do but follow Erin down to the basement cell block. Erin did set the keys to my cuffs on top of the bed side cabinet and ensured I knew exactly where they were before we headed downstairs.
The pod door was open so with Erin still behind me, I headed inside to await her arrival.
"Right Sam," explained Erin. "I've just set the timer for 17:00 so you'll have five hours in here after I leave."
"Erin that's simply not fair," I replied but it was too late as Erin pulled the Perspex door closed until the click that signified the magnetic locking system had engaged! "It is bad enough that you're leaving me at noon but I'll have nothing else to do but contemplate what has happened to me since Saturday and will I ever see you again?"
"That's lovely thought Sam, I'll be back in 2215 thinking about you and at five o'clock I'll orgasm at the thought of you hobbling upstairs to your final release."
We sat down on the cell bunk and laughed before kissing some more.
"Will I ever see you again Erin," I asked Erin, looking straight into her big blue eyes?
"I'm not sure you would like the 23rd century Sam," explained Erin. "It is very different to what you're used to and I just don't think you would settle in!"
"I would still like to make my own mind up about that Erin," pleaded.
"I'll make you a deal Sam. I'll send over some 23rd clothing for you to wearing later this afternoon before five and if you like what you're wearing, be back in this cell next Saturday at noon and I'll teleport your into my time. If you decide to go back, that will be easy and I think I get send you back to the exact point you left, explained Erin.
We kissed some more before Erin started to get really horny and started really teasing me. I wasn't able to do much for myself as I was a prisoner in one of my own basement cells, wearing a French maids dress I couldn't remove, never mind the prison set of steel collar, handcuffs and leg cuffs that restrained my entire body. I asked Erin to remove her tights and pants and once she pulled up the dress, I went down on the cold concrete floor on my knees and did what any loving boyfriend would do for his lover. Erin's orgasm built up over ten minutes until she exploded in a frenzy or emotion. It was approaching twelve noon and I watched from my knees on the floor of my locked cell while Erin picked out her panties and tights. I thought she was going to put them back on but she approached me, stuffed the wet panties into my mouth, pulled the thick red tights over my entire head and wound the legs around my mouth, pulling the panties even deeper into my mouth, tying the legs off, behind my tights covered head.
"That should keep you amused Sam for the next five hours until you're able to free yourself," explained Erin as she should up, turned around and smiled at me.
My last memory of Erin that day was a blurred vision of beauty disappearing in a bright white light and a loud breeze blowing through the tiny locked cell. All I had to do was survive the next five hours until the automatic locking mechanism freed me from this cell.
As you can imagine, it was a slow and painful afternoon, that fateful Wednesday. I lay on my side on the tiny bunk and reflected on one of the most pleasurable short periods of my entire life. Who was this beauty that had probably changed my life for ever? She came in a flash of bright light and now she left in a flash of bright light! Spending seven hours in this incredibility tight prison set wasn't easy. I tried to get as comfortable as possible but that was easy at all! The best approach was to lie of my side on the bunk and try to relieve the pressure of the chain connecting my neck to my writs that were cuffed behind my back and down to the leg cuffs. I certainty wasn't in a hogtie of any description but the need for a piss was growing inside me and there was absolute nothing I could do about it!
Nothing ever did appear in my locked pod that Wednesday afternoon. At five PM the magnetic lock released on time and I was able to make my way slowly upstairs to my bedroom and hopefully freedom. The red Lycra tights that completely covered my head and kept me gagged so well, made the journey up both flights of stairs very slow but I guess and added challenge set for me by Erin and a stark reminder of the girl I spent the last few days of my life with. Release came quickly once I finally made it to my bedroom. Grabbing the keys from my bedside cabinet and playing with the lock while sitting on my bed was a tad tricky but I'd done this so many times before that the handcuffs fell open without too much of a struggle. Next was the collar and then the leg cuffs but I left Erin's red Lycra tights and panty gag in place a little while longer as I undressed and lay of the bed for some badly needed release before finally removing the tights and panties and taking a well earned shower.
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