Woolly Story

A Woolly Story

Part 3

Setting the Scene: -

Many thanks to everyone for their kind comments, which have spurred me on to write a third part to my story.

I’ve recently move home and country so apologies for the delaying starting this third episode.

When we left David and Jennifer in part 2, they had just headed out to dinner on a Sunday evening after a weekend of woolly cross-dressing and bondage.

A Woolly Story Part 3

Sunday evening was wonderful, the first time Jennifer and I had gone out together as a relatively normal couple.  I kept reminding myself that we were normal but had a fantastic other life behind closed doors.  The only difference was I hadn’t ever experienced the type of scene that Jennifer belonged to within her circle of friends. I was still so horny all through that meal as my wonderful new friend was dressed in such beautiful clothes; a long blue-grey sweaterdress, which reached from her neck to six inches below her knees. Her leather boots therefore disappeared up below the hemline for the dress!  The night ended when we retuned to my house. Jennifer didn’t want to stay too long as she had work on the Monday morning. Unfortunately she asked for the clothes back that I had been wearing that day.  I reluctantly packed a bag and handed them to her.  She explained that we would talk during the week and plan for the holiday weekend with her friends at Caroline’s and George’s old prison.

The week was busy and we only managed to see each other once when we grabbed an Indian on the way home from work.  I was disappointed because Jennifer was still wearing her formal work suit from that day. While it was pure wool it wasn’t what I had got used to her wearing.  Never-the-less her skirt was short with black tights and low heeled pumps.  Jennifer still seemed uneasy about how I would take this weekend and asked me to promise that I would stay with her no-matter what happened during the three days of captivity.  This concerned me slightly as I had no idea what I was to expect from this weekend but I had promised Jennifer that I would go along with whatever happened.  I agreed to go over to her house on Friday night with an over-night bag.  We would spend a nice evening together, go see a movie like a normal couple and spend the night in her bed.  Nothing funny would happen until Saturday so we had the Friday evening to ourselves.

As agreed, Friday was very nice, relaxing evening. We drank too much wine and went to bed fairly early.  Yes; we did make love, several times and slept through until ten on Saturday morning.

Once I was up and showered Jennifer had instructed me to go into the spear bedroom and put on the clothes she had left out for me.  I did as I was asked and there in front of me was an array of female clothing but not all wool to my surprise.  First thing was a pair of the usual black ribbed wool tights, followed by the tight Lycra bodysuit I wore two weeks ago. Once this first layer was on I had started to take the form of my slightly over-weight female side, curves in the right places, especially the enlarge breast forms that were built into the Lycra bodysuit.  Next item of clothing was a fairly short green and black tartan skirt. Once pulled up and zipped into place it sat well above my knees.  The next items were the masks that give me the face of Barbie, which was much nicer than my own face while in female dress. Even though the Lycra and Latex hoods were very, very tight, I had got used to putting them on during the last two weeks.  Next was a silk blouse, which was the biggest surprise to me, followed finally by a pair of low heeled black leather pumps.  Once I had checked myself in the mirror, I saw that I was missed a wig but Jennifer hadn’t given me a wig to put on this morning.  As soon as I returned to her bedroom she explained that she knew she had forgotten something but couldn’t think what.  Jennifer quickly went into another room and returned with a brunette wig, which was defiantly a change from previous weeks.  “I want you to be a brunette when we’re at these types of functions David, it separates are fantasies slightly from the normal.”  I didn’t mind either wig as she placed the brunette wig on to the Velcro on the top of my latex hood.  I then looked at myself in Jennifer’s mirror and say a slightly over-weight brunette looking back with hair falling well below the shoulders.  I couldn’t help but praise Jennifer for her choice in outfits but I was curious why the slight change from what I’d worn over the past few weeks. We had breakfast in bed so I agreed to go downstairs and load the dishwasher while Jennifer got dressed.   She explained that she would be down shortly to set the scene for the rest of the weekend.

By the time Jennifer had joined me in the kitchen she was wearing that wonderful wool catsuit she had worn previously.  A tight wool neck which I guessed ended at her toes. The reason I wasn’t sure about this is she had on her amazing Fuck-Me leather boots leather that were very high-heeled and ended half way up her thighs.  We sat at the kitchen table for our second dup of coffee and Jennifer explained what would happen.

“Imagine David that you have been arrested and shortly I’ll lock you in a cell downstairs.  Sometime during this morning Caroline and another girl Paula will come over and take you over to Karen’s place.  You will be tried in her kangaroo court and sentenced to time at Caroline’s prison.   At some convenient time you’ll be transported over to the small jail house about twenty miles from here and then the fun begins.  Please don’t be embarrassed because all the other guys will be cross-dressed and to be honest it isn’t that usual for any of the guys to ever to see or even meet each other during the weekend.  Come on then we’ll get you locked up?”

We headed downstairs together, Jennifer in front of me as she led me into the second cell on the left.  I had never stayed in this cell before; I guess because it is quite sparse with no manacles hanging from the wall or bunk bed made up.  “You’ll just have to stay here David until Caroline and Paula arrive to take you to court.”  With those last words Jennifer left the cell, closing the door behind her and therefore locking it automatically.  I sat on the unmade bunk and pondered the reason why I had let Jennifer do this to me.  For the third weekend in a row, I was dressed like a girl and locked in a police station cell awaiting my fate at the hands of my beautiful friend.  On the plus side I had grown to love the feeling of wool and females clothing and to be honest it had started to feel quite normal.  Was I normal; was I turning gay or into some sort of misfit?  I relaxed, remembering the TV documentary that explained that guys who cross-dress were rarely gay and were just trying to get closer to their female side.  I had lost complete track of time as soon I heard several footsteps returning down the stirs and opening the first barred door to the tiny cell block.

I continued to sit on the unmade bunk as the cell door was unlocked and two hooded female figures in black catsuits (the same as Jennifer was wearing) entered the cell.  Both were slim with well formed curves and wearing thigh high leather boots.  Both their heads were encased within a leather hood that tightly covered their entire heads, leaving only two eye holes and tiny breaching holes at the mouth and nose. “Stand up David and turn around,” the left girl demanded?  With that I felt the familiar feeling of steel handcuffs being locked around each wrist.  I was then led our of the cell between the two girls, each one holding an arm, guiding me out of the cell block and into the back yard.  Already running and waiting was a fairly new Ford Transit van with the side, sliding door opened.  I was helped up and into the van where I found the first conversion of two steel cages.  In right cage already had a guy (I think) sitting on the wooden bench wearing a wool sweaterdress, black wool tights (like me) and his head covered by a thick wool hood.  The left cage door was opened and I was directed inside and pushed down on the wooden bench.  A short length of chain was padlocked to the chain between my handcuffs and before the door was locked closed one of the girls approach with a long black woollen scarf, which she wrapped twice around my head and tied tightly at the back.  My face was now entirely covered in a thick layer of perfumed wool.  I heard the cage door close followed by the sliding door.  We were now off to Karen’s place and court.

I had been to Karen’s before (last weekend) and knew it wasn’t a very long drive.  The van weaved its way through the country roads and lanes so sitting on a hard wooden bench, blindfolded and with my hands cuffed behind my back and connected by a short chain the seat made for a rather uncomforted ride.  Thank goodness the journey was nearly over as I could now hear the van heading up the loose gavel driveway to Karen and Simon’s house. The other guy was first out of the van.  They must have removed his hood before taking him away as he muttered, “Good luck Buddy” as the girls dragged him from the van.  I sat there, all alone waiting for my turn and wondering what would happen to me?

I hadn’t long to wait until I heard the cage door being unlocked and finally the light rushing back to my eyes as one of my female captors untied and removed the woollen scarf from around my face.  “Come on David, let’s get you out of here,” one said and the padlock was unlocked from my cuffs and I was helped up and out of the van.  I recognised that I was being taken into Karen’s special out-house, where I had spent a few house last week.  Tightly held between the two hooded guards I was led into the out-house and straight into the room with the American style barred cells.  Three of the four cells had a guy locked inside wearing woollen female cloths. All were either hooded or blindfolded and sat on the small bunk awaiting their fate.  I was marched into the last cell and instructed to sit down, be quiet and as in the van, blindfolded again with the long black woollen scarf that smelled of very strong perfume.  The barred door was closed behind me and therefore I was once again locked up and waiting for my turn in the proceedings.

One by one each of the other guys were collected from their cell and led away to what I guess was Karen’s kangaroo court. Within five to ten minutes each prisoner was returned and put back into their tiny barred cell and the next taken away. Then I heard the guards return for the fourth time I knew it was my turn.  My cell door was unlocked, I was asked to stand up and the scarf removed before I was taken through the building towards the room at the end.  I was led into a smallish room with a single wooden chair in front of a long table.  On the other side of the table were two chairs.  I was led towards the single chair and before being asked to sit down, my handcuffs were removed.  I sat in the chair with both hooded guards on either side of me.  Two more girls wearing woollen catsuits and hooded with the same tight leather, masking their faces with only two eye holes.  I was told to stand while both girls took their seats on the other side of the table.  Very quickly to found out they were Karen and Jennifer.  “Be seated please,” demanded Jennifer? 

Karen then spoke: -

” You’ve been brought in front of this court for your continuous lack of respect for your girlfriend, Jennifer, how do you plead?”

“Not guilty,” I replied.

“Why did you not release me immediately two Sunday’s back when Karen let you go from our day in the cell together,” demanded Jennifer?

“Come on Jennifer, you enjoyed that day as much as me, if not more,” I replied with a raised voice!

“Silence prisoner David,” yelled Karen from behind her leather hood! “

You’re obviously guilty and therefore this court sentences you to 72 hours in the maximum security facility belonging to Caroline and George!”

“Take the prisoner away,” demanded Jennifer! With those last words I was dragged to me feet by the two guards on either side.  Very efficiently they had my hands once again cuffed behind my back and I was led back to the barred cell where once again I was blindfolded and left to await transportation to the prison.

It wasn’t long until they started taking each of the other three guys away.  I had guessed by this point that each of the other guys belonged to Karen (Simon), Caroline (George) and Paula’s husband or boyfriend who I didn’t know the name of.  Finally they came for me.  The scarf was once again removed so I could see where they where they were taking me.  I was led across the corridor to one of the padded cells where Jennifer was waiting for me, still wearing the beautiful wool catsuit but minus the leather mask.  She smiled at and asked if I was okay? I tried to kiss her but the two guards pulled me back and made me kneel on the padded floor in front of my gorgeous girlfriend. “David, you’ve been sentenced now and we’re going to pre-pare you to be transported to the prison.” Jennifer then went on to explain that because I was now convicted, I would have to be more tightly restrained for transportation. With that I felt the two guards lock my ankles into leg irons before they demanded I stand up. My hands were uncuffed and then I was told to turn around and other handcuffs were locked around each wrist but this set was connected by a chain to my ankle cuffs. I was now shackled and manacled and ready to go to jail or so I thought.  “All prisoners have no humility David so it is time to remove the female face, which you’re hiding behind.”  With that Jennifer started to remove the head of brown hair, followed by the latex mask and finally the Lycra protection.  In some way I felt naked because the two guards could now see my face. “I’ll explain the rules to you David,” Jennifer said.  She then went on to tell me that I was now completely at the mercy of the four girls who were the prison guards, Caroline, Karen, Paula and of course herself.  At all times when I was being moved around I would be cuffed and hooded.  As I was currently being moved for a slightly longer than usual journey, I was spared the discomfort of having my hands cuffed behind my back.  While in prison I was certainly not going to be spared that privilege.  As all four girls shared the same love of thick and very soft wool I would be hooded by a very thick wool balaclava, which had no eyes, nose or mouth.  Jennifer then showed me my hood of very heavy black wool.  On the back of my hood was my name (DAVID) with the number 004 below.  “This is your hood David and it is time to put it on!” Jennifer then pulled what was the heaviest wool hood I had ever worn. It covered my entire head and hugged my neck very slightly.  To remove any chance of me taking the hood off, a leather collar was placed around my neck and locked at the back by a simple padlock.  “When you get to the jail house David, you will meet your own uniform which must be worn for the entire stay!”  I was then led out and into the waiting van.  As before I was helped into the cage in the back but this time I was held to the wooden bench by a short chain.  I guess I was extremely unlikely to escape in my current position.

We then headed off on our half hour drive to Caroline’s prison.  I was still wearing the wool tartan mini skirt and silk blouse.  My legs were covered in the thick wool tights and my head encased in the very heavy wool hood.  It was a cold winter day outside but I was starting to get very hot as the heated van made its way through the English countryside.

I guessed we were nearing the prison when the van started to slow down and the noise of gates outside were being opened and closed.  We then seemed to go for another few feet before we came to a final halt and the engine was turned off. As before the guards helped me to be feet and out of the cage and finally the van.  I could only hobble slowly due to the short length of chain between my cuffed ankles and wrists.  I couldn’t see a thing through the thick woollen hood so I had no idea about my environment at all.  Finally we stopped and I could hear Jennifer instructing the guards to remove the cuffs and collar.  My wrists and ankles were released first and finally the tight collar came off.  I was then told I could remove the hood my self, which was a tight pull due to the heat build up around my head.  I could now take stock of my surroundings.  I was obviously in a reception area with a bench where Jennifer stood behind. She was now wearing the leather hood again but I knew it was her from her voice.  There wasn’t much else to see except for a barred door leading to another corridor straight ahead.  Jennifer explained that I would be taken to an area where I was to get undressed and shower.  I was then handed a box and told that my uniform was inside.  After I was showered, I must get dressed right away and place the cloths I was wearing inside the box.  With my box of cloths under one arm and the wool hood in another, I was led through the barred door and into the shower area.  A curtain was pulled which allowed me some privacy.

I undressed as quickly as I could, removing the leather shoes, wool tights and skirt, followed by the silk blouse.  It was a slight struggle to remove the Lycra bodysuit but soon I was naked and back in my true male form.  One of the guards yelled from behind the curtain for me to hurray up.  I didn’t want to end up being punished so early on in my sentence as there was plenty of time to understand the limits later.  As quickly as possible I dried off and opened the box to see what my uniform looked like.  It was no surprise to find a heap of wool when folded out I could see it was a bright blue woollen catsuit.  Not that different to what the guards were wearing except for the bright colour.  There were unique differences to this catsuit as it had built in feet, hands and a hood, which had openings for both the eyes and mouth.  A single zip opened the suit from the top of the hood to the base of the back.  It wasn’t long until I had pulled the tight but very soft material up over my body and finally the zip sealed the hood on top of my head.  I checked inside the box and found a pair of leather knee high boots but with cripplingly high heels.  I pulled each boot on over my woollen clad legs and zipped then up to seal them on.  I was happy that there was nothing else inside the box so I packed away my other cloths in the box and again with the box in one hand and the wool hood in the other, I hobbled out of the shower area to towards a waiting guard.  “That suits you David,” the voice said behind the leather mask.  “Time to put your cloths into storage and head to your cell so please put your hood on and turn around so that I can cuff your hands?”  I complied with her instructions and within a minute or so I had pulled the thick and very tight wool over my head and placed my hands behind my back in preparation for the handcuffs, which were locked in place seconds later.  I was then led in total darkness to what I guessed was my cell. 

I was instructed to stop while the guard removed the cuffs and allowed me the remove the hood.  I was standing in front of a locked cell door in a tiny cell block, not that different to that in Jennifer’s house.  I counted six cells in total but we must have been on the ground floor as stairs led up to a second level behind a closed barred door.  The guard unlocked the cell door and instructed me to follow her inside.  The cell was quite sparse with a bunk along the left wall and table and chair on the right and on the right beside the door opening a toilet and wash hand sink.  “This is your cell David, keep it tidy and you will be spared punishment!” The guard then asked me to sit on the bunk while she checked the toilet flushed and the sink had running hot and cold water.  “That’s fine,” she said and then left, closing the cell door behind her.  It didn’t lock automatically as I heard the key turning in the lock and that unforgettable sound of the locking mechanism.  I looked around the small cell but there wasn’t much to see.  There was a mirrored cabinet on the wall above the sink and inside was my toothbrush, toothpaste, razor and shaving form along with deodorant and such like.  The winder could open as I heard cars passing in the distance.  It couldn’t open far due to the heavy bars that were designed to keep me inside the cell.  I was hot under the thick layer of wool so I unzipped the hood and pulled it down around my neck.  I decide to just lie on the bunk as there wasn’t much else to do until the guards returned.

It wasn’t long until I heard footsteps outside my cell and quickly the door was unlocked and opened.  “You must keep you suit fully on at all times prisoner David,” the guard yelled and as I quickly pulled the wool back over my head and zipped the hood closed!  She then approached and padlocked it closed.  “I guess Paula forgot to padlock it and as you don’t fully understand the rules, we’ll let you off this time!”  She then left again, closing and locking the cell door behind her.  This time I had no option but the accept that I was covered from head to toe in a thick layer of bright blue wool.   At least my mouth was free of the wool along with my eyes.  Again I had no option but to sit on the bunk and await what came next.  It had been so long since I had been to the toilet; I had forgotten how bad I really needed to go.  How could I in this suit but to my surprise there was a zip, which did open my complete rear end so both functions could easily be performed.  It was starting to get dark outside so it must have been nearly four o’clock when the cell door opened and Jennifer came in.  She was still wearing the black catsuit and her entire head encased in the leather mask.  She sat on the bed and asked me if I was alright. I explained that I was enjoying myself except I was now starving as I hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast.  She explained that dinner would be severed shortly so don’t worry.  I asked her to remove her hood so that I could kiss her but she just leaned over me to show that it was padlocked on and therefore she couldn’t remove it.  The leather mask was part of the girl’s uniform and while visits to their partner’s cells were permitted; to stop any kissing at all, the leather masks must stay on.  The single key that would unlock the hood was kept away from the cell block and therefore out of reach and therefore temptation.  Jennifer explained that the other girls felt I was settling well into their scene and she was very please that I was being accepted by all the girls.  I wanted to know when I would be allowed to remove the full body suit I was wearing but Jennifer explained that only once a day, in the morning when I would be allowed to shower and shave.  She explained that she must go and bent over to kiss me through her leather mask and then left, locking the cell door behind her.

It was very dark when a guard returned and told me that it was dinner time.  I stood up to leave the cell and was reminded that my hood must be put on before I could go anywhere.  Once on, she handcuffed my hands behind my back and I was led out of the cell towards dinner I hoped.  We walked for only a few minutes, through several doors that were unlocked and re-locked for us to pass through.  I was then uncuffed and allowed to remove my hood to sit down to dinner.  The dinning hall was quite large with four huge barred windows.  There were four small tables at each corner of the room where all four guys sat wearing exactly the same uniform as me.  I could now see that each suit had the name of the prisoner embroidered across the back.  We all had our backs to each other but when I turned round I could see George, Robert but the third was sort of next to me so I assumed it was Simon. Robert must be Paula’s partner I thought I myself?  “Turn around now prisoner David,” yelled Karen from across the dinning room!  I quickly complied and turned around to face the wall across my table.  Dinner was really nice while slightly difficult to eat through the hole of the wool hood. Three courses in total and as we all ate desert each of our partners sat and talked to us.  Jennifer again was questioning me to ensure I was okay.  It must have been very important to her that I like this scene and obviously stayed with her.  I was beginning to love this girl so there was no way I would have put our relationship at risk.  Anyway, I was enjoying the scene so I was happy to accept whatever happened.

After dinner we were asked the put our hoods back on and immediately we were all handcuffed.  Jennifer told me that after dinner we got to have a walk together in the yard of the prison and tonight I would also get a tour as I hadn’t been inside before. Jennifer asked me to stop just before we exited the building.  She locked leg-irons around each ankle and attached something to my cuffs. Jennifer told me that she was now attached to me by a pair of handcuffs attached to my handcuffs.  I could hold on to her hand (Through the wool gloves) as I hobbled around the yard in complete darkness.  We chatted about the scene and how Jennifer always wanted a man that would settle into it with her.  Previous attempts to find such a boyfriend has filed and several guys had called her a freak when they saw the fully equipped cells in her home.  I was not only happy to fit into this scene but I really enjoyed the feeling of been so helpless in her complete care.  We must have walked and talked for thirty minutes when I heard the other girls explaining that they were taking their prisoners back to there cell.  Jennifer said she would soon take me inside, remove the hood and chain that attached me to her.  I would then bee given a tour of the facility but I would still have the leg-irons on and my hands cuffed behind my back.  If I tried anything stupid the other girls would punish me in the way they saw fit.  I then questioned Jennifer about punishment but she refused to elaborate anymore other than saying I would regret any wrong doing.  I was then led back to the building and once inside Jennifer released herself from me and finally the thick woollen hood was removed.

We hobbled through the ground floor cell-block where all six cells were the same as mine.  BY now each of the other three guys had been locked in for the night.  The other three girls kept there distance as Jennifer showed me around.  She then unlocked a barred door that led to the stair and up to the second floor.  Climbing the stairs was quite difficult when you are wearing leg-irons!  The second floor was a replica of the ground floor but there were scuttle differences when Jennifer showed me the cells. Jennifer explained that this was the punishment block.

The first cell we entered had a single table in the middle with straps attached to keep the prisoner fixed to it. Jennifer explained that this was very uncomfortable after a few hours of being strapped down on the hard wood.

The next cell door was opened and immediately there was a barred door about a third of the way inside.  “This is the dark cell David, once you are locked inside, behind those bars and the outer door locked closed, no light gets in at all.  Can you imagine spending a day in there without even a toilet or bench to sit on?”  To be honest I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be locked in there for hours.

The third cell was the torture cell.  In the middle of the room was a dentists chair with all sorts of straps to keep the prisoner held tightly in place.  Jennifer told me that they had many hours of fun previously by tickling and torturing Karen’s husband Simon.  This was his favourite punishment cell.

Across the landing to the fourth cell which was padded inside just like the cell in Karen’s out-house.

The fifth cell had a very small cage in the middle, again similar to that in Karen’s outhouse. 

The sixth and final cell was the storeroom. Hanging from the walls was a massive array of manacles, shackles, handcuffs, leg-irons, straightjackets, ballgags, hoods, whips and stuff I had no idea about. 

“Right David, time to go back to your cell for the night,” explained Jennifer and with that I was led back downstairs and into the ground floor cellblock.  Once inside, she unlocked the leg-irons and handcuffs. She told me to have a good nights sleep and she would see me in the morning.  With that she left the cell, closing the heavy steel door behind her and ensuring to lock it before she headed off for the rest of her evening.  I couldn’t wash my face because of the hooded catsuit that was locked on but I could with some difficulty brush my teeth.  Removing the high-heeled boots brought welcome relief to my sore feet and soon I was settling down to my first nights sleep, locked in Caroline’s and George’s private prison.

It was a long night for me locked in the small cell.  I could breath freely through the open mouth of my hood, which was attached to the wool catsuit, zipped closed and locked by the single padlock on the top of my hood.  I tried to get comfortable on the hard bunk but I guess it was in the wee hours of Sunday morning when I finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke on Sunday morning to the noise of cell doors being opened and prisoners being dragged off to somewhere, I had no idea.  I eased myself out of the small bunk and to the heavy steel cell door.  The peep hole had been closed over from the other side so I couldn’t see what was happening on the far side.  I tried to listen but only the faint noise of the other guys being taken somewhere else in the cell-block.  I yearned to be free of the wool catsuit, which I’d been wearing since my arrival at the jail yesterday afternoon.  I knew my short hair was greasy from hours trapped behind the thick layer of wool.  My beard has grown much faster with the build up of heat so I was desperate for that shower, which couldn’t come quick enough.  Finally my cell door opened and in came one of the girls, wearing the same uniform as yesterday and face hidden behind the tight leather hood, with only here eyes showing.  “Good morning David, did you have a good nights sleep,” asked Jennifer?  I explained that I had been restless but never-the-less I had managed a few hours.  Jennifer then explained that she was going to remove the catsuit and take me to the showers so that I could get cleaned and refreshed for the day ahead.  She came over to me and unlocked the tiny padlocked that kept the tight layer of wool covering my entire body all yesterday afternoon and last night.  Soon I was naked and in desperate need of that shower but before I was going anywhere, my wrists had to be locked behind my back and my head covered by the very, very thick wool hood.  Needless to say the short walk to the shower block I felt very venerable in such a naked state.  At least I couldn’t tell if any of the other girls could see my nakedness with all light blocked by the thick layer of wool that encased my entire head.

Once in the shower block Jennifer removed the hood and unlocked my wrists.  I was told that I had fifteen minutes to shower and shave before I would be taken to breakfast.  I was thank-full of the warm shower and the shave that followed.  Try being completely encased in wool for over twenty hours and see how you feel when you’re finally released?  I guessed I would soon be back in the catsuit for another day but to be honest, I hoped it wouldn’t be the same one.

How wrong I was because when Jennifer arrived she held a bundle of female cloths in her arms.  First of all was the standard pair of very thick wool tights, followed by a (black) wool bodysuit. This had a tight roll down neck and long sleeves.  Once pulled over my head and eased into place, poppers in the crotch closed the garment, which effectively covered me in another layer of wool.  Finally I was handed a blue denim mini skirt that cover my ass and about a third of third way down my thighs.  Just like yesterday, I had to wear the high heeled leather boots, which killed my feet so much.  “Time to go back to your cell David, where breakfast awaits you,” explained Jennifer as she handcuffed my hands behind my back and pulled the wool hood back over my head for the short journey back to my cell.  As soon as I was back in my cell the hood was removed and the handcuffs unlocked.  On the small table was a hot breakfast (sausage, bacon, eggs and fried bread), orange juice and coffee.  Jennifer told me that she would be back later for me and with that she left, locking the cell door behind her.

Breakfast was excellent and even better was the slight freedom I had without being encased in the thick layer of wool that I had been yesterday.  I would have enjoyed Jennifer’s company while eating my breakfast but I guess that was not to be.

I guess it was about one hour before Jennifer returned to my cell.  She ordered me to stand up, turn around and allow her to lock my wrists back into the cuffs.  I explained that I didn’t need to be handcuffed but Jennifer insisted that it was one of the rules.  All prisoners would be handcuffed (hands behind their backs) and hooded while being moved within the prison.  That was the rules so once again she ordered me to turn around and allow her to handcuff me.  I thought it was time to have some fun so I let Jennifer think that I was submitting to her.  As she approached with the cuffs I quickly grabbed her wrists, spun her around, managing to get her arms pulled behind her back and trying to take control of the cuffs at the same time.  She wasn’t a big girl so I easily over powered her as she yelled for help from the other guards!  By now I had her wrists locked into the handcuffs and the cell door pushed over.  All that I had to do now was get her bunch of keys, which would enable me to lock the cell door and therefore take control of my pretty hostage.  With Jennifer’s hands securely locked behind her, I didn’t have any difficulty unbuckling her leather belt, which allowed me to remove the keys and lock the cell door.  “Sit down on the bunk my pretty one,” I demanded?  Jennifer told me that I would be punished for this as soon as the other girls got the situation back under control.  I explained that until that point, she was now my prisoner and she would do what I told her to.  I demanded to know where the keys were that would unlock her leather hood were.  Jennifer reminded me that all the girls hoods were locked on with the keys left outside the main prison.  This would mean that not even the guards or prisoners could remove their hoods, which would enable them to kiss.  I forgot about this minor detail, which frustrated the hell out of me as I wanted to kiss my girl-fried so badly.  By this time the other girls / guards had made to my cell, demanding that I release Jennifer at once!  I then replied offering my demands for her release.  I demanded that all prisoners would no longer have to be cuffed and hooded while being moved around.  Karen shouted back telling me that these demands would never be met and I should release Jennifer at once!  I refused so the stalemate began.

Jennifer did look very cute sitting on my cell bunk wearing her tight, body hugging wool catsuit and he head completely covered by the locked and very tight leather hood, which only showed off her beautiful deep blue eyes even more.  Her mouth was complete covered by the tight leather, with only two tiny holes for breathing.  Her breasts stood out even more, forced forward by the simple fact her hands were handcuffed behind her back.  I sat down beside her and started to rub my hands over her wool covered body.  I knew she was enjoying the attention as her breathing started to become more laboured from behind the tight layer of leather. She once again asked me to give up as prolonging the hostage situation would mean a much more severe punishment for me.  Karen once again yelled at me from behind the cell door to give up and release Jennifer!  I ignored her as Jennifer was starting to breathe even heavier as my hands caressed her crotch area from behind the wool catsuit.  I had no way to unzip the catsuit either because there was a small padlock, which Jennifer didn’t have on her bunch of keys that I now controlled.

By now Jennifer was lying on her side, pushing her crotch hard against my hands as I did my best to make her come.  It didn’t take long until her body jolted against the force of that first orgasm.  At the point of final release Jennifer lay on her side and I tried my best to kiss her through her tight leather that covered her face.  “There is no escape David, you’ll have to release me and give up,” Jennifer explained in a calm, relaxed voice.  I agreed that there was no way out of this for me so I then explained to the guards that were behind the cell door that I was ready to release Jennifer.  They told me to un-cuff her hands and allow Jennifer to re-cuff my hands behind my back.  I agreed with their demands so I helped Jennifer to her feet and turned her around so that I could unlock her wrists.  Within a few seconds Jennifer was free and I was back in handcuffs with the added frustration of the woollen hood being pulled back over my head.  Jennifer then unlocked the cell door.

I could hear the rush of the other girls as they all jumped me, taking me down to the hard, tiled floor of the cell.  When they all had me pinned down I could feel them fasten soft cuffs to both my ankles and very quickly my legs had become immobile.  They then confused me as they started to unlock the handcuffs that kept my arms pinned to my back.  Two girls then held each arm as they pulled me to my feet and very quickly I understood their plans as I could feel them feeding both my arms into a long canvas sleeve.  Very efficiently they had a straightjacket buckled tightly from behind and both my arms crossed in front of me and buckled at my back even more tightly.  My denim mini skirt was pulled down, which allowed them to buckle the crotch strap tight between my legs. The strap holding the soft cuffs was then released from between my ankle cuffs and I was marched out of the cell.  I could tell they were taking me upstairs to one of the more interesting cells and I wasn’t surprised when we finally entered the padded cell as the cold tiles turned to soft padding.  I was forced to kneel as they re-fastened my ankles together and finally removed the wool hood.  “You’re a very silly man David,” explained Karen as she launched into a lecture about how stupid I had been.  She then explained that I now spend all day locked in the padded cell, restrained in the straightjacket and for added punishment I would have to wear the thick wool hood.  The heavy wool was once again pulled over my head and this time fastened in place by a locking leather collar.  The girls then left the padded cell, locking the door behind them.

I couldn’t do very much except crawl on my side to a padded wall and sit there with my back supported by the wall.  I was comfortable even though I was completely held tight by the canvas straightjacket with my head starting to get uncomfortably hot from being completely encased within the very thick wool hood.  I could hear other prisoners coming and going on the second floor landing.  I guessed if I had not tried my little act this morning I would be spending some time here anyway.  There was no way that the girls wouldn’t use the day to enjoy their overwhelming power of their men friends while they were imprisoned within their strict environment.

I had no idea how long I had spent in the padded cell when I heard the door finally open and Jennifer enter.  She asked how I was and I could only reply ‘okay,’ as the heat being forced upon by wool clad face and head was now unbearable.  She explained that I was now going to the torture cell to be taught a lesion for my wrong-doings early today. She asked me if I was going to give her any trouble as she unbuckled the soft cuffs from around my ankles.  I explained that I had enough by this point and wanted to ease myself through the rest of the day.  I was then instructed to stand as Jennifer directed me out of the padded cell and into another adjacent cell.  At this point I could hear Karen and Paula’s voices as they held me tight so that Jennifer could remove the straps holding me into the canvas straightjacket.  Jennifer then explained that they were going to direct me onto the dentist chair she showed me yesterday.  I then did as she asked as all three girls eased me on the chair and then started to strap my legs and arms into the attached leather cuffs.  All-in-all they used four cuffs to hold my ankles and thighs tight to the chair.  Wrist cuffs kept my hands in place and another pair held my forearms tight as well. The next strap held my upper body tight, which now meant I was completely immobile.  I heard Paula and Caroline say their goodbyes to Jennifer and I guess that meant we were along again.  Next I felt Jennifer start to unlock my collar and finally a rush of cool air surrounded my head as she removed the woollen hood that was now drenched in sweat from many hours of being worn over my sweat soaked face and head.  Jennifer didn’t say a word as she walked across the cell, put down the woollen hood and returned with a latex hood and the familiar tubes that she tortured me with last week while at Karen’s place.  I tried to struggle as without saying a word, Jennifer started to pull the double layer of rubber over my head.  A long built-in penis gag was inserted into my mouth and the rest of the hood was then pulled into place and zipped at the back of my head.  The hood still felt fairly loose and I could breathe freely through a hole in the penis gag.  I mumbled to Jennifer as she fastened another collar around neck but this time the collar held my neck tight against the back of the dentists chair.  Finally Jennifer started to unbutton then poppers on the crotch of my bodysuit and with some difficulty she pulled down my thick woollen tights but only as far as my thigh cuffs.  I was embarrassed to say that my manhood was standing to attention as the situation I was in, was making me so horny.  “Do you regret what you did this morning,” asked Jennifer? “No,” I tried to reply through the gag as she started to pump up the latex hood, which got very tight around my head and forced my jaw tighter against the built-in penis gag.  “I’ll ask you that question again in about ten minutes David,” Jennifer said as I guessed she closed the valve on my breathing tube a little, which started to restrict my breathing slightly.  Jennifer then took my erect penis in her hand and started working me very hard.  I cried out to her through the gag which filled my entire mouth as I breathed hard against the small amount of air that Jennifer was allowing me until she completely cut off the air to the penis gag.  I jolted against my bonds as I tried to free myself and get the valve, which would allow me to breathe. Of course there was no escape for me as Jennifer continued to play with my cock.  I began to panic as I knew I couldn’t hold off breathing nothing for much longer but the feeling in my cock was incredible as I exploded into a massive orgasm.  Immediately after I came, Jennifer twisted the valve to my hood and I could breathe once more.  Jennifer then explained that she would be back in a few minutes. I guessed she left the cell?  She returned in a few minutes and asked me once again if I regretted my actions this morning?  I refused to regret so once again, she turned off the air to my gag and started playing with my cock.  Just as I passed out (I think) I blew another enormous orgasm.  Jennifer then left the cell and we repeated this torture another three times. 

I thought she was back for a sixth term but this time Jennifer entered the cell and pulled up my tights, covering my swollen and now very sore penis.   Karen and Paula returned now as well and they helped me out of the straps and off the chair, into the standing position.  Still wearing the latex hood, which was still pumped up tight, the three girls placed my hands into cuffs behind my back and my ankles into leg-irons.  “We’ve never experienced any of the other guys lasting five times through that torture David so we’ll have to try something else now,” explained Karen!  They then released the pressure from the latex hood and unzipped it.  I could now see my three captures as they were deciding how to torture me now.  Karen then said that she had an idea so she disappeared out of the cell and returned only a few minutes later.  “Put this on him girls,” she shouted as they shoved a massive ball gag in my mouth, which was attached to some sort of head harness.  They pulled and pulled on the straps as my jaw began to ache under the pressure of being forced round the rubber ball. “We’ll show him what he is now going to endure but please bring the woollen hood with you Jennifer,” ordered Caroline as I was taken from one torture cell to I guess what will be another?  I was led into the cell that had the tiny cage in the middle of the room.  The door to the cage was open so the girls directed me feet first into the tiny space.  Before closing the door, Paula took a padlock and connected it the chain from my leg-irons the tiny chain links between my handcuffs.  I was now in a pretty uncomfortable hogtie.   Karen then explained to me that I would now spend the next two hours in the cage and for added discomfort; the woollen hood would be once again pulled over my head and held in place by the leather collar. I shock my head in jury as Jennifer knelt down in front of me and slid the woollen hood over my head and locked in place by the tight leather collar.  The cage door was now closed and I could hear the girls leaving the cell and locking the outer door behind them.

My whole body ached as I tried to reduce the tension on my wrists and ankles from the tight cuffs being pulled by my sore and very stiff limbs.  My jaw was taking the worst of the pain, being forced around the massive ball gag that was trapped between my teeth and held in place by not only the head harness but the very thick leather hood that would once again drive me mad under the heat building around my entire face and head.  When I finally managed to roll on to my side, the arm that I was lying on started to ach under the weight of my body.  Rolling back on to my stomach required me to pull against the cuffs locked tightly around both my wrists and ankles.  They then ached as I pulled hard to roll back on to my front.  How would I survive two hours of this but I guess I had no option, I wasn’t going anywhere being locked into the tiny cage, which itself was locked in the middle of a prison cell.  I was also dieing to take a leak.  The pressure of the past few hours was taking its toll on my bladder.  I had come five times and normally any guy would require to take a leak shortly after any orgasm. I cried out through my gag but I guess none of the girls could even hear my screams behind the enormous gag and thick layer of wool that muffled any sound from my mouth. I screamed out in agony until finally the door to the outer cell was opened.  “Are you ready to apologise for your actions this morning David,” asked Jennifer?  I nodded and repented furiously as best I could through the gag until finally she opened the cage door and unlocked the collar, enabling her to pull the woollen hood from my head.  It wasn’t long until she had undone the buckles from the head harness and removed the fucking gag from my aching mouth.  “I need to take a piss real bad Jennifer,” I pleaded with her! Jennifer then explained that she would unlock the cuff to one of my wrists and allow me to use the toilet in the cell.  She would leave me to take the piss in peace but when I was finished I had to replace the woollen hood over my head and re-cuff my wrists behind my back before she would enter the cell.  I agreed with her demands and the padlock connecting my wrist to ankle cuffs was removed and my right wrist was unlocked.  Jennifer then left the cell, locking the door behind her.   Without going into too much detail, I shot out the cage towards the toilet and that the piss was so satisfying! Once finished I was very temped to see how far I could push the girls again but how could I take any more punishment today?  I therefore gave in and pulled the soaking wet woollen hood over my head and locked my right wrist back into the open handcuff just as Jennifer had directed me.

I didn’t have to weight long until Jennifer re-entered the cell.  She explained that she had brought my denim skirt with her.  I had totally forgotten that I was only wearing bodysuit and tights so Jennifer helps me step into the skirt, which was very difficulty as I still wore a set of lock-irons.  Finally Jennifer said that I was respectable enough to take back to my cell.  She then directed me across the second floor landing and down the stairs, back to my cell.  The hood was pulled from my head and Jennifer explained that I would be left cuffed as a precaution to my earlier actions.  As a continued punishment I would not get my stroll in the exercise yard until later tonight, after dinner.

I sat on my bunk as pacing the cell was not easy being locked into leg-irons.  My arms were now stiff and sore from hours and hours of being cuffed behind my back all day.  I relaxed as this was the best freedom I had, had all day.  Two guards appeared at some time after sun down with a tray of food.  It was Jennifer and Karen.  Karen explained that she was there to support Jennifer if I tried anything stupid.  Before Jennifer unlocked the handcuffs, Karen pulled the woollen hood over my head and buckled a collar tight around my neck.  “This should keep you busy for a few minutes while we leave the cell,” explained Jennifer as she finally unlocked my sore hands from behind my back.  As soon as I heard the cell door close, I started to work on the buckles to the collar around my neck.  Within a minute or so I was free of the collar and finally the thick woollen hood. 

Like breakfast, dinner was a lonely affair.  I sat at the desk in the locked prison cell, eating alone.  I still wore the thick woollen bodysuit and tights, with the short denim mini skirt leaving nothing to the imagination.  My ankles were still locked in the leg-irons, which I was sure they would remove before bed-time. After dinner there wasn’t a lot I could do except lie on my bunk, relishing the relative freedom except for the leg-irons, which to be honest I had gotten used to over the coarse of the day.  About an hour later I heard Jennifer at the cell door.  “David, if you would like a walk in the exercise yard, put the hood back on and buckle the leather collar around your neck?”  I guess I had no option so I pulled the thick and very tight woollen over my head and face but with some difficulty I re-fastened the leather collar as tightly around my neck without making it unbearable.  Jennifer, who was obviously watching through the small peak hole, unlocked the door and entered the cell.

I was ordered to stand in the middle of the cell and place my hands behind my back.  It was no big surprise when I felt Jennifer lock the handcuffs around my wrists once again before leading me out of the cell and out into the open air.  Once outside, Jennifer stopped and unbuckled the collar, before removing the woollen hood.   My face was once again free of all its bindings and the air smelled cool but very, very fresh as we walked round the small prison yard.  Jennifer was still wearing her red woollen catsuit with the locked leather hood leaving only her eyes free for me to see.  “I wish you weren’t wearing that hood Jennifer, as I’m desperate for a kiss tonight,” I remarked as we walked round the yard for the fourth time.  I would have given anything to have seen her smile from behind the leather tightly covering her entire face.  “Maybe later,” she remarked.  We talked a lot about the day and Jennifer explained how much the other girls enjoyed punishing me after my attempt to get one over on them this morning.  Jennifer went on to say that the girl’s partners had all but given up on escape after a few years of playing these weekend games.  I explained that there was plenty more fun for me, trying to escape but I had no option but to play along while my hands were cuffed behind my back and my ankles were locked in the leg-irons.  Jennifer laughed and said she couldn’t wait until my next escape attempt.  She also went to say that the game would be over for the weekend at around five tomorrow evening on bank holiday Monday.  “So I’ve got most of tomorrow to hatch my escape plan Jennifer,” I muttered as we walked around the yard for the tenth or eleventh time.  “Plenty of time tomorrow David but let’s get you back to your cell for tonight?”  Before we entered the cell block, Jennifer picked up the woollen hood from the table beside the door and pulled it back over my head.  “I don’t think we’ll need the collar,” she said as Jennifer led me back to my cell. 

Once inside, Jennifer asked me to kneel on the floor. With her help, I got down on to my knees and from behind I hear Karen enter the room and unlock my leg-irons.  Next I felt the handcuffs being unlocked also.  I asked if I could remove the hood but before I got the words out Jennifer had pulled the hood from my head.  “Okay you guys, you’ve got an hour before I come back for you Jennifer,” explained Karen as she left the cell, locking us both inside.  I got up and turned round to face Jennifer.  “Karen has unlocked the padlock to my hood David, would you like to take it off my head,” asked Jennifer as she turned around?  I then pulled the tiny lock from the zipper and eased the zip up to the top of her head and pulled the leather from her face, releasing a mass of blonde hair. “Ah, that’s much better so kiss me,” she demanded!  It wasn’t long until we were stripped from the woollen clothes and thrashing our bones on the prison cell bunk.  “All the guys get the chance to make love to their partners on the second night,” explained Jennifer as we chatted after orgasms ripped through both our bodies. Jennifer then explained that soon Karen would be back for her and she would have to leave me locked in the cell for the last night.  I asked what I would wear in bed tonight and Jennifer then explained that it was traditional for each of the guys to wear their partner’s uniforms on the last night.  I’m a good bit larger than Jennifer so I was intrigued to how I would fit into her uniform.  With some encouragement I slipped each of my legs into the foot of the red woollen catsuit and pulled the very, very, very tight body over my torso.  I needed Jennifer’s help to get my arms into the sleeves and down to the built in woollen gloves.  Once fitted the hardest part was to come as Jennifer pulled and pulled on the back zipper to seal me into her layer of red wool.  Boy it was tight but then it was many sizes too small for me! 

Thinking that was me dressed for bed, Jennifer picked up the leather hood.  “No I said, I can’t wear that too!”  Jennifer shock her head and said that I should least try it for size.  I was really stupid to allow her to pull it over my head.  I could smell Jennifer’s shampoo as the leather, still warm from a long day over her head, now fitted my head and with a lot of effort Jennifer had managed to pull the zipped down to the base on my neck. “CLICK,” I was now locked into the hood!  I watched in horror as Jennifer laughed at my discomfort but without a key, I was now locked into Jennifer’s wool catsuit and very tight leather hood for the entire night.  Jennifer quickly pulled on the clothes I had worn all day and it wasn’t long until Karen had returned and Jennifer was on her way to freedom, while the heavy cell door was now closed on me for the rest of the night.

Not much for me to do but lie on my bunk and try to drift into sleep.  The catsuit was only slightly uncomfortable and the air holes around the mouth and nose of Jennifer’s leather hood provided a reasonable amount of fresh air for me to breathe comfortably.  I was hot and the catsuit and hood were not helping as Jennifer had been wearing them both for most of Sunday.  Certainly every time I saw Jennifer, her head was locked in the leather hood.  All this thinking did me no good as I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable and drift into sleep.

Next thing I knew was the sound of other cell doors being opened.  It must be Monday morning, the day of my release but I still had to endure several hours’ torture at the hands of Jennifer, Karen, Paula and Caroline.  Finally my cell door opened and in came Jennifer and Karen.  They were together a lot during this weekend but I guessed they were best of friends and therefore this wasn’t out of the ordinary.  Both were wearing fresh, red catsuits but only Karen was hooded.  I guess Jennifer had to take her hood from me first.  From behind her leather mask Karen ordered me to stand up and put my hands behind my back to get cuffed before being taken to the shower block. I did as I was told and the now familiar feeling of having my wrists locked into handcuffs meant the start of a new day.  I was then ordered to sit back on my bunk while Karen unlocked the hood and removed it from my head.  She then turned to Jennifer and pulled it over her head, before pulling closed the zip and locking it in place using the tiny padlock.  “Jennifer will now take you for your morning shower David, don’t give her any problems today or you’ll be sorry all day, do you understand,” demanded Karen in a strict voice?  I simply replied ‘YES’ as Jennifer pulled a thick woollen hood over my head to enable me to be escorted to the shower block.

Like yesterday morning I was uncuffed by Jennifer and she also helped me to remove the tight catsuit, which would enable me to step into the piping hot shower. Like yesterday this was a fantastic relieve after hours of being hooded and being forced to wear layers of wool bondage.  Once I was finished showering, I shaved and generally cleaned up for my last day in the prison.  It wasn’t long until Jennifer had returned holding the one piece woollen catsuit I had worn on Friday evening.  I stepped into the wool feet, pulled my arms into the built in gloves and soon Jennifer had padlocked the hood over my head, which simply meant I was locked into the suit for the rest of today.  After pulling on the high heeled leather boots, I was now ready to be re-cuffed, hooded and led to the dinning room where we would all have breakfast together this morning.

Breakfast was fantastic.  All four couples sat at their tables facing each other.  The guys (including me) were un-cuffed and able to eat their food through the mouth hole on the built in hood.  The girls ate with us this morning also.  Each had been able to unlock and remove their leather hoods.  Each couple kept their conversation to each other as I’d been told that I would not get to meet the other guys while in the prison. While I finishing my cooked breakfast, I was hatching my next escape plan for the day.  When we finished breakfast we were asked to handcuff our own hands behind our backs while the girls re-hooded themselves.  This was my plan as I had only pretended to lock my wrists back into the cuffs.  Without noticing my free hands, which I was holding behind my back as if they were cuffed, Jennifer hooded me and led me out of the dinner room first, leaving the other three girls preparing their guys for escorting back to their cells. As Jennifer locked the barred doors behind her to the cell block, I very quickly removed my hood and within seconds, I had jumped Jennifer like yesterday and had her hands cuffed behind her back. I held her leather covered mouth as best I could and demand that she didn’t scream.  I finally had control of the keys and I wasn’t locked in a cell this morning.  Before the other guards had returned, I’d managed to unlock the barred door, which led to the stairs to the second floor landing.  This meant for the next few minutes at least, I was clear of the others guards.  I then led Jennifer upstairs and into the cell with all the toys hanging from the walls and in cupboards along the walls.  This gave me the perfect opportunity to remove Jennifer’s locked hood and get her gagged.  Like she did to me yesterday, I used the head harness to silence her perfectly before pulling the leather hood over her head and locking it back into place.  Without another sound I was able to manoeuvre Jennifer into the cell with the cage and get her locked in without any distractions.

As soon as Jennifer was locked safety in the cage, I heard noises coming up the stairs.  It was Karen and who I guess was Simon.  She was taking him to the dentists chair but before she could strap him in, I had jumped her and had her wrists tightly cuffed behind her back. Like Jennifer, I unlocked and removed her hood, stuffing wadding into her mouth before taping it closed and re-sealing her head back into the locked leather hood.  I told Simon I would be back in a minute as I led Karen out of one cell and into the cell where I locked her into the tiny cage along side Jennifer.  They mumphed to each other through their gags but it was no use, they were tightly cuffed and gagged and now locked in a tiny cage, built for only one occupant.  This time I locked the outer cell door and returned for Simon.  “Are you prepared to go along with this escape attempt or do you want me to strap you into the chair, which will give the other girls the feeling that you were not in on my escape plan?”  Simon explained that the escape plan would never work and asked to take no part in it.  I respected his decision and helped him on to the dentists chair before strapping him securely in place.  He knew that I had to gag him so using another head harness, I silenced Karen’s partner leaving him strapped into the dentists chair.  I locked that cell door behind me before heading back out on to the second floor landing

Next was the difficult bit. How to get out of the prison without being detected?  I heard the other two guards shouting at other prisoners on the lower landing.  I had to get down there undetected, but how?  I headed for the stairs and looked carefully to see the other two guards placing the last of their prisoners in their own cells. I heard one of the girls saying it was quiet upstairs her colleague telling her not to worry as Karen and Jennifer were probably really enjoying themselves at the expenses of Simon and I.  All I could do was laugh quietly into my self as I definably knew better!  As soon as Caroline and Paula had locked their prisoners into their cells, they left the cell block.  Time for me to head downstairs and unlock the bars leading the lower landing.  Once there, I carefully locked the barred door behind me and headed for my escape, which was across the landing.  I heard the door unlocked so I very quickly dived into my open cell to avoid getting caught.  It was Paula as she shouted back to Caroline to say that she was going upstairs to check on Jennifer and Karen. ‘Shit,’ I thought to myself as this meant my escape plan was now only minutes away from being detected and I had no way left to retrain Paula as I hadn’t brought any extra handcuffs down with me.  My first big mistake!  I decided to let Paula lock the barred door behind her and head upstairs before dashing towards the locked iron door at the end of the cell-block and hopefully my freedom. I didn’t stop to think that I was dressed in the most ridiculous prison uniform and I would have really looked out of place outside the prison walls but I didn’t seem to think that small fact through at all, my second big mistake! I now had to find the correct key in the bundle to unlock the heavy iron door.  As usual it would probably be the last one on the bunch but as I tumbled, trying every key, an alarm started to sound. ‘Double shit,’ I thought as finally the key turned and that fantastic ‘click’ of the lock opening. As I pushed the heavy door open, stood four feet in front on me was Caroline pointing what looked like a gun in her right hand.  The next thing I felt was an acute stabbing pain in my stomach as the tazor delivered a massive serge of electricity straight into me and it was no use, I fell to the ground, completely incapacitated. By the time I regained consciousness, Caroline had my hands cuffed behind my back and I was being dragged by the feet, on my back across the cold slate floor towards my open cell.  As soon as she had me inside, Caroline ran out, closing and locking the door behind her.  I was left lying on the floor in complete shock at not only being back in the complete control of the girls but at how easy it was for one girl to regain control using what I thought was quite a dangerous weapom.

As soon as I had regained my composure, I eased myself back on to my feet and tried to look through the tiny peep-hole on my cell door.  There was some commotion outside my cell across the landing as Jennifer and Karen returned from the top landing.  Both must have been freed by Paula and all seemed amazed at the ease I got so far towards an escape.  All four girls were talking and I had to say disagreeing about the punishment I was to receive for my escape attempt.  I guessed whatever happened, I was in for a hard last day of imprisonment at the hands of Jennifer, Karen, Paula and Caroline.

It was about half and hour later when I heard Jennifer shouting at me from the other side of my cell door.  I was being ordered on to my knees, facing away from the cell door!  I did what I was told and within seconds of the cell door opening a number of the girls had entered my cell and the first thing I knew was the thick woollen hood being pulled over my already wool covered head from the thick all-over wool catsuit.  I was then ordered on to my feet and two of the girls held my arms on both sides as I was marched out of my cell. I thought we would be heading upstairs but clearly not this time.  We walked along several corridors and through several doors as we stopped for each to be unlocked and then re-locked as we passed through.  Finally the last door was unlocked.  We passed through and I was ordered to stand still, while the two girls on either side of me held my arms as a third unlocked and removed the handcuffs.  There was no rest from restraint as both girls on either side manoeuvred each wrist into cuffs that seemed to hang on either side of me. The noise of a motor running in the distance and the sound of the chains clinking as my arms seemed to be pulled away from my body and into the air.  I strained as the pressure against each shoulder told me that that was enough stretching but then the motor stopped and I seemed to hang there with my arms stretched out at eleven o’clock and one o’clock respectively. Finally the hood was removed and I saw who I guessed was Jennifer standing right there in front of me.  I was right it was Jennifer and she was angry.  I was told that my escape plan was as usual flawed and I would now have to be punished. Jennifer explained that this used to be the hanging cell in the late part of the 19th century and it was far away from the rest of the prison so no-one would ever hear the screams as the condemned prisoners were led away for very the last time. As Jennifer spoke to me the other two girls attached heavy iron manacles to both my ankles.  A motor then pulled them towards each side of the stone walled room.  My legs then stretched out away from my body, adding even more strain on my arms and writs.  Standing in-front of Jennifer with my arms and legs spread out like a star, the final punishment was about to be added as one of the other girls approached with an iron mark. Jennifer then explained that for my escape attempt this morning, I would now have to spend the next five hours in this stretched out position with the added pressure of a very heavy iron helmet locked on my head.  With that the other guard opened the hinged mask and placed it over my wool covered head. The final click told me that the iron mask was now locked tightly on my head.  Jennifer then approach and kissed my iron face and then left me alone in the locked room.

The next five hours were not going to be easy.  I was stretched out, standing up like a star.  My arms ached as they were pulled away from my body and the pressure seemed to make me feel as if I was hanging there in the middle of the locked room.  The iron mask was very heavy and this meant my neck started to ache as I tried to hold my head up straight to allow some rest from the strain against my bound body.  I have no idea who long I was standing there when I screamed out in agony, “I give up, and I’ll do whatever you girls want, just let me down from these chains!”  No-one came and all I could do was continued to yell for help as the pain of my position started to become completely unbearable.  Tears started to dripped down my wool covered face and the claustrophobic feels of the iron mask meant there was nothing I could do but continue the yelling, in hope that some-one would come and release me.

Finally I heard the door unlock and Jennifer entering the room.  “It’s okay David, your five hours are over, and I release you in a second”!  The motor came on and in reverse mode the pressure against both my arms and legs retreated as the chains let out and I could finally fall to the floor in sheer relieve.  Jennifer sat down on the stone floor beside me and held me telling me it was okay. “David, I didn’t want to let the other girls do this to you but they demanded that you were punished for your failed escape attempt this morning,” Jennifer explained to me as she held me in her arms.  “It’s okay darling,” I replied.  I wasn’t angry because I knew that I would be punished for the escape if caught.  Jennifer then unlocked the manacles on both my wrists and ankles and finally I was free except for the iron mask.  Jennifer then explained that it was time to go home.  I asked why the iron mask wasn’t being removed and Jennifer simply replied that she liked me wearing it and would I mind keeping it on until I was back in the cell block.  To be honest there wasn’t much I could do about it and I stood up ready for the walk back to my cell.  As soon as I was on my feet Jennifer held up a pair of shinny handcuffs and suggested that I turned around to be cuffed.  I had been restrained all day and I didn’t see why I had to be cuffed again but Jennifer insisted that I had to have my hands cuffed behind my back when been escorted through the prison. At least on the way back I could see a little of the corridor and where I had been when they took me down to the execution cell early today when I had been hooded and therefore couldn’t see a thing.  It seemed quicker on the return to the cell block where the other guards were getting their respective partners ready for the trip home.  As soon as I was back in my cell I noticed the array of female clothing lying on the bunk, the same cloths I came to the prison wearing on Saturday.  Jennifer finally unlocked the iron mask and I was very glad to be rid of the ridiculous heavy thing.  She then unlocked the padlock on the top of the built in hood of my wool all over suit. The last thing she did was remove the handcuffs from my sore wrists from hours of tight restraint.  “Get changed into your cloths David and I’ll be back in about twenty minutes to take you home.” explained Jennifer.  The cell door was then locked and I was free to get back into the wool ribbed tights, the Lycra female figure bodysuit, the tartan skirt, Barbie masks and white blouse, not forgetting the low healed pumps.

It seemed a long twenty minutes until Jennifer returned.  The cell door was unlocked and she entered still wearing the red wool catsuit, high-healed black boots and the tight leather mask that covered her entire head.  “Time to go sweetheart,” explained Jennifer as she turned me around directing my wrists back into the handcuffs.  “I thought I was being freed darling,” I questioned as darkness feel across my face as Jennifer tied a wool scarf around my face, cutting off all light to my eyes. “We’re leaving the prison David and we don’t want to you to see the exit route in case you might try and use it on your next visit!”  Jennifer then went on to say that I would soon be free and to relax and enjoy the last few hours of our long weekend together.  I was then guided out of the cell and out of the cell block and into the open air.  I heard her open a car door but rather than directing me into the front seat, Jennifer unlocked the handcuffs allowing me the first small part of freedom.  Before getting into the car, I untied the scarf and allowed the wool to fall around my neck.  Now that I could see, I got into the front passenger seat and closed the door.  As soon as Jennifer got into the drivers seat, she unzipped her mask and final I could once again see the beauty of her face and tied up blond hair.  She then looked at me and smiled before driving out of the old prison and back through the Cambridgeshire countryside towards the village where we both lived.  During the journey home Jennifer quizzed me continually, checking and ensuring that I actually enjoyed the weekend, which I obviously did.  I guess she was still worried that I couldn’t handle her friends and their kinky lives.  I wanted Jennifer to understand that I was very, very happy to be part of their world and couldn’t wait to be given the opportunity to try and escape their prison once again.  Jennifer just laughed and told me that no-one had ever escaped and the other girls really enjoyed the attempts that I made as all of their partners had already given up and were happy to remain locked up for a weekend and agree to whatever strict rules were set.

It wasn’t long until we pulled back into Jennifer’s back yard and headed into her house. We went straight upstairs removed all our cloths and made love for several hours at the end of one of the most exciting weekends that I had ever experienced.

To be continued…………

Ed Kilpatrick

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