After the Great Shift, Part 2 [scifi] [historic] [chastity] [femdom] [bdsm] [oc] [real] [fiction] [extreme] [F28/F30/m28]

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Joe was absolutely freezing, so cold in fact, it is what woke him up from his deep slumber. He was is a room made entirely of concrete, no windows, just a steel bar door, and outside that, more concrete. In each of the four corners was a camera they moved and refocused with each move he made. For a moment, he felt like he was completely naked, but then noticed he was wearing a pair of tight-fitting, black leather shorts. They were fastened with straps at the waist and at the top of each thigh, with a small padlock sealing each.

“Get on your knees in the middle of the cell with your back to the door,” a booming voice filled the cell, seemingly out of nowhere. “Place your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”

He was still in a state of shock, but slowly started to gather his senses. He heard the door open and heard the clicking of heels on the concrete floor. Before he could turn to look, a hood was pulled over his head followed by a steel cuff slapped on his right wrist which was pulled down to his lower back where it was roughly joined with his left. The person who entered didn’t say one word, she simply led him out of the cell and into an elevator.

When the elevator stopped, she pushed him out into a room. The first thing he noticed was the difference in temperature. It was warm and toasty, like a fireplace was burning in the room. He felt her fiddling with his cuffed hands, and then his wrists were free. Then, the hood was ripped off his head and all at once, he tried to understand exactly what was going on. He looked to his left and his right, to realize he was flanked by two guards, each holding a large baton. In front of him, was a woman behind a large wooden desk, thumbing through some files inside a manila folder.

“6-1-3, that is what you will be known as while you’re within these four walls,” she said without looking up from her task. “I see you evaded capture for two years, that will definitely be taken into account.”

His mind could not focus at all. He was still trying to put the pieces together about how he ended up here. He went back to his date’s apartment, had a drink, and noticed the tattoo on her forearm. As the thought flickered in his brain, he noticed the armbands that each of the guards wore over their leather sleeves – they were emblazoned with that same logo. And as the woman behind the desk closed the folder, he saw the logo there too.

“Let me tell you a bit about who we are,” said the woman who was clearly in charge as she stood up from behind the desk. “In the first two years that followed the great shift, we found a way to exploit a loophole in one of the new laws. It states, and I quote, ‘a biological or otherwise identifying male may be held as a indentured servant by a female professional for an indefinite term in the case that they self identify as a sexual deviant or threat to the superior gender.’”

His mind flashed back to the night out and the flirting at the restaurant. He never even thought twice about discussing his masturbation habits as she recorded, smiling and laughing the entire time. As he did, she played the exact video he had been thinking back to on a screen over her left shoulder. He tried to turn away in shame, but one of the guards placed her hands on his head and kept him focused towards it.

“And the real beauty in your case is that you have a long history of this type of behavior, and we won’t decide what’s next until we investigate it thoroughly – we take these things extremely serious,” she spoke in a very authoritative voice. “Until that investigation is complete, you will be held in our very special prison building.”

She smiled more widely as she continued to speak, going in to great detail to stress that the facility he was being sent to was in no way meant to rehabilitate him. The prison where he was going was exclusively used as a place of torture, and had become well known for that fact. He had actually heard rumors about it over the years, but there was never any real proof it existed.

She then asked the guards to step out for a moment to leave her alone with the prisoner. She stepped out from around the desk and approached him closely, showing absolutely no regard for his personal space.

“Can you smell my breath boy? Does the scent bring back any memories” she asked as in a very seductive voice before driving her knee into his balls where even the thick chastity shorts gave little protection. “You may not remember that scent, but I just finished eating the most delightful pussy I’ve ever tasted. I believe you know who it belongs to; someone by the name of Dani, but maybe you knew her as Danielle.”

She continued to speak, but he barely heard anything in his state of shock. His mind was racing and he longed to see her again. He was finally awoken from his bewildered state by a sharp slap across the face.

“I’ve looked for you for two years in order to make sure she’d never find you again, and I will make sure that is the case,” she said without breaking eye contact following the slap. “Tonight you’ll be sent to my prison, and if you survive, I will make sure your case is resolved by you ending up either for sale at auction, or in a rehabilitation center where you will never breathe fresh air again.”

She rubbed her leather-covered foot against his crotch, teasing him just a bit before pulling back and giving him a series of three firm kicks dropping him to the ground.

“Guards! Get him out of here,” she yelled to the two waiting outside. “I want him in solitary confinement today. Hood, gag and mitts; and remove the chastity. I will be there in the morning to share my idea.”

To be continued…

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