In a world where the patriarchy has been overthrown and where women of the leading political party, the Female Supremacy Order, have absolute power, my client has recklessly violated the Decency Acts, and has therefore been sentenced to life in prison without parole.
Such a sentence may seem harsh to some of you, as it mandates the degradation and humiliation of the male prisoners at every turn.
The prison treatment commences from the moment that the sentence is passed and, as a first step in his dehumanising process, the convict is forced into tight, shiny black rubber, fetish clothing by me, one of his prison guards who is the ultimate judge, juror and executioner in his case.
The new female supremacy laws naturally dictate that I am to be obeyed in every possible way.
I began his sentence by putting him into secure rope bondage and explaining his crimes to him, and the dire consequences of his actions.
As a male offender he becomes subject to a 100 percent tax rate for the good of women in society, which means that his former home, his clothes and his every possession are not the property of the state. It matters little to him as he will never see the outside of my prison walls again.
Now that he was consigned to “B-Wing” (the ‘Bitch Wing’ of his institution) he got a taste of what was to come as I secured him, suspended on the sling in a strait jacket and added the first of his anal and cock electrics to prepare his body for future, harsher, treatments.
Then he was placed on the bondage table, wrapped in a rubber sheet with lots of straps and layers while I considered my next move.
I decided that he needed to be forced into a ‘non-male’ state of being – a form of ‘intersex’ existence. Some parts of him may look feminised, but he will never be allowed to have the same status as a female.
Even so, he was allowed to keep his male genitalia intact, despite the fact that he will never be considered as a ‘real’ man again.
I delighted in telling him that as the new, young, flesh incarcerated on the Wing, he was to become the prison bitch who would be fucked, passed around the yard from pillar to post, and used and abused in every possible way by the more senior ‘lifers.’
He needed some bodily modifications to get him ready for their use, and so breast pumps were added to enlarge his tits before ‘O’ gags and various mouth spreaders and anal plugs were inserted to ensure that all of his orifices would be open and available for all who wished to make use of him.
For the first part of his session, I had dressed myself in a rubber catsuit and corset, but I then changed outfits, partly because of a wardrobe malfunction but also because I thought it was right to allow him one last look at the sort of superior woman whom he would never get the chance to see or interact with again.
The low-cut blouse and short rubber skirt I wore for the latter stages was designed to ensure him the maximum frustration as he contemplated his new world as a prison bitch for other men.
To add to his misery, I added a female mask, and large female breasts, to him, before draining the last drops of testosterone from his miserable cock and informing him that he would spend the remainder of his life in total chastity.
A fitting punishment for his crimes against the superior female race.
