Imprisonment, kidnap and being restrained in bondage by a beautiful female authority figure are all frequent themes that come up when my clients express the fantasies that they would like to play out with me in my Bondage Laboratory.
Often, they want to fantasise themselves in the role of a dangerous sexual pervert and predator who needs to be punished and taught the error of his ways to prevent him ever preying on women again. There could be no more ideal location for such training and incarceration than in my “LetsBeAvenue” correctional facility, staffed entirely by uniformed female guards who treat their inmates with cruelty and total control.
They say that Britain and America are ‘two nations divided by a common language’, and that difference holds true in other areas of life as well – such as the differences between the USA hard style of correction facility, and our British prisons where women hold away, and the men are mere criminal animals locked away for me to do with as I wish.
My client in this session found the best of both worlds when his imprisonment involved him being restrained in bondage in his orange prison jump suit with its prison number stamped into the cloth to remind him all the time that he is now a bondage number and no longer a free man.
In my prison warrant office uniform, I could easily have controlled him just by the force of my personality and how lovely I looked: but it was easier just to snap on the bondage chains and strap him down in each position for him to be taught that Britain is a matriarchal society and that from our Queen downwards every woman is to be worshipped and obeyed.
My job, as the day started, was to make a full assessment of the prisoner’s character, and it was immediately clear to me that he was a sexual predator who could not be allowed near any female without suitable bondage in place.
The institution’s height chart on the wall (admittedly not always the most accurate scientific instrument in the building) showed him to be a 6ft 4ins tall giant of a man, and I decided that strict restraint and imprisonment was necessary.
It took no time at all for me to tighten him into an inescapable Maxcita strait jacket applied over the top of his numbered prison fatigues and chains.
He was dragged to the bondage bed where the full range of electro-therapy punishment instruments could be applied with no possibility of mercy or parole.
The electrics were soon biting at his arse, his cock, his nipples and pumping away at the pads I applied to his inner thighs.
His reactions told me instantly that the devices were working, and his character would never be the same again.
The next bondage and imprisonment phase came on the medical chair where, naturally, a chastity device was locked into place to avoid the prisoner touching himself in a vain attempt to counteract the shock of the vital electrical instruments still working away on his rear and his genitalia.
I could see that the sight of me in my guard uniform was continuing to disturb his lust levels and so his uniformed guard then began the steady application of various sedation techniques and his aggressive male sexuality calmed considerably as the treatment continued.
The final step was always planned as a full milking of all his male hormonal outputs, but bondage, chains and the skill of his woman guard made that almost an unnecessary extra for the day.
Poor prisoner; still he has only the rest of his life sentence to endure!
