Voluntary Prisoner

Chapter Two-3

I’d now arrived at the sublime state of being completely and doubly sealed away from the outer world, other than for the sight of it through the thick, plastic vision port of the gas mask. I was virtually almost totally deafened thanks to the ear buds in combination with the double helmets, and my vision was strictly-limited by the gas mask. If I wanted to see more, I’d have to try and turn my head against the resistance of the multiple collars and that was difficult to do. Each breath was an adventure now, and I was silenced by the gag. Oh my God! What a feeling!

Now came the penultimate and final movement toward total helplessness ... first the above-the-elbow cuffs and finally, the wrist cuffs and their separator bar. The addition of the above-the-elbow cuffs was easy because their connecting chain had already been fastened to the central back ring of the chest harness, so that it could slide back and forth. In a moment I had each of the cuffs clasped tightly around my arms just above the elbow so that they would not slide down over the joint. Both had become slightly-embedded in the neoprene suit’s upper sleeves and when I dropped my arms to my sides I didn’t feel much in the way of restriction, but when I attempted to move them forward, the chain across my back and the constriction above my elbows instantly reminded me that they were not free at all to move in that direction, nor for any distance.

Shivering now with some considerable terror, for this next step I was about to take was, truly, the final and irrevocable one in the whole process, I picked up the assembled hand/arm restraint unit from the top of the rolling table. To ensure that I’d be completely unable to escape these cuff sets I had one more thing to do before I locked myself into the fiendish hand and arm bondage system. I held the ends of the bar and doubled cuffs as close to my mask’s vision port as I could and ensured that the key holes for all of the cuffs faced up my arms. With this done, there would be no possible way for me to get at the key holes for the cuffs. I next locked the chains from the ends of the separator bar to the side rings of my cinch and their short lengths, in combination with the long separator bar, ensured that I would only be allowed a strictly-limited amount of side-to-side motion and I’d only be able move the bar through a short, vertical arc. This meant that it would only just touch the under slopes of my breast cups, or barely touch the top curve of the crotch cup, but my hands and gloved fingers would not be permitted to even come close to being able to touch either the p***s milker tube or the cups or any of their hoses and cables.

Already, the implacable PLC was able to control and torment me with no way I could stop or avoid what kind of horrors it would force me to experience, but now, I’d reached the ultimate decision point, although truth to tell I was already well beyond the point of no return.

It was inevitable just for my own masochistic needs that I had to put on the doubled wrist cuffs and their separator bar, thus making my final and ultimate commitment to total bondage and helplessness. Once the doubled wrist cuffs at each end of their separator bar had been closed, they irrevocably sealed on the doubled sleeves and the pairs of gloves. The bar that separated the cuffs from one another is a 15 mm diameter stainless steel shaft, 60 cm long and is an incredibly effective piece of bondage equipment, for it severely limits the use of the hands for any task. Even without its severe restriction, the multiple layers of gloves ensured that I’d barely be able to use my fingers for anything. With a shiver of dread at what I was about to do, I carefully positioned the left side pair of cuffs, then slowly closed both of them around my wrist, just above the joint until their narrow metal rings sank into the suit’s resilient thickness, and I felt a distinct constriction.

It wasn’t the terribly uncomfortable bite of an unpadded, single hand cuff, but a more wide-spread constriction and the arrangement is very, very secure. My freedom lasted for only a few seconds longer while I manoeuvred the right side set of cuffs to my wrists, then after some straining, I felt their ratchets engage. With the absolutely certain knowledge I would not be able to get them off, and thus anything else I wore, with a little struggling, I also closed them tightly. Wearing the three mm thick wet suit and its gloves, together with the thick under-suit and gloves, allowed the cuffs to be quite tight, yet still comfortable ... if that can be said about wearing any kind of hand cuff.

Now that I’d completed locking on all of my restraints, like all newly locked prisoners, I was driven to experiment and discover the small amount of freedom I had left for myself. As planned, I found that I’d be able only to hold out my hands away from my body to the length of the short chains from the ends of the bar to the side rings of my waist belt, but even then, the chain across my back to the elbow cuffs firmly limited my reach. The 60 cm long separator bar ensured that I could not touch one set of fingers to the other, nor could I reach any distance to the sides and so I was very restricted; almost completely helpless. The only real movement I’d be permitted to make by this restraint system was to be able to lift or lower my for arms through a short vertical arc.

At long last I was fully ‘in’ and there was no possible way for me to escape my situation until Marlene came to release me, sometime tomorrow!