A Surprising Holiday 2

Author: polioman
Title: A Surprising Holiday Pt 2
Date: 06 January 2011

A Surprising Holiday Pt 2


I folded the letter and put it in my bag. I was wowndering what it would really be like being in this uniform for a week. The uniform of a real, if now dead, convict who had spent over 2 years living and working in it and also misbehaving and getting additional punishments. I was already beginning to feel sweaty in the diapers as they retained my body heat and I was conscious of the rubber against my skin and started to feel sweaty . I hobbled back into the bedroom and folded up my own clothes and put them on top of the chest of drawers. I then looked at my great coat. It was like Iqbal’s but was new and very stiff. The cuffs were very thick and the rear leather went right up to the armpits. Unlike the jacket the sleeves were not rubber lined, but the coat was lined with rubber below waist level. I fiddled with the helmet which was feeling very heavy and sweaty and it was strange looking out through the blinders as I now had no peripheral vision and could just see the area straight in front. I could not really move the helmet on my head and it was strange to put my hand to my mouth and feel the solid mass of the helmet. I smelt of rubber. I had not urinated since shortly before the plane landed nor shit since I left home. I could feel the pressure in my bowels. Part of me wanted to have the sensation of soiling the diaper, but another part tried to hold back, unwilling to relieve myself whilst stood in a stranger’s house. I held it back. Here I was, in a strange house in a strange country, dressed in punishment uniform. It was a strange experience and I felt exhilerated but also rather afraid. It seemed odd to be given the identity of a dead convict. I went back into the living room and looked round. There was a second room opening off it. I opened the door and hobbled through into another bedroom similarly furnished to the one in which I changed. On the chest was a helmet like mine, though dirty and smelly with what looked and smelt like shit inside it and numbered 30787 so it must be Vlad’s, though I wondered why it should be there as I recalled he wore a punishment helmet and why it was so dirty. I picked it up and it smelt strongly of shit which was smeared round the inside of it. Looking round the apartment which only comprised the two bedrooms and the living room and kitchen area and I realised there was no bathroom or toilet. Clearly it must have been designed for occupation by convicts who did not need and could not use a toilet. The apartment was very scruffy with grey painted walls and ceilings, old furniture and heavy duty floor coverings. It smelt of excreta and rubber. I stood by the window, resting on my crutches and looking out at the street. After a while I noticed Iqbal swinging himself along the street, carrying what looked like a supermarket bag. A little while later I heard the door open and I turned myself round to see Iqbal in the room. He took the bag into the kitchenette and then took off his coat and indicated I should sit at the table. It was not easy getting the weighted boot and brace under the table and I had to lift my leg to do it, but eventually I was sat at the table with my crutches resting on the table beside me. I sat there looking out between my blinders. After a few minutes Iqbal brought two dishes with a sort of rice and meat mixture and a couple of mugs of coffee,. He was able to walk in the apartment without his crutches and hence carry the items. Having set everything down and before sitting down he came and stood beside me and reaching into my left bag and took out a drinking tube and specially shaped spoon and then sat opposite me. He was quite agile at getting sat down in his braces. The rice dish had a lot of tomato sauce and as I ate it I got food on my face as I had to thread the spoon down inside the face cover. He was quite adept at eating with his bit. After eating I wiped the food off my blinders, helmet and face as best I could. I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable as I had not urinated since shortly before the plane landed nor shit since I left home. Part of me wanted to have the sensation of soiling the diaper, but another part tried to hold back, unwilling to relieve myself whilst in a stranger’s living room. I felt rather embarrassed as I asked Iqbal.
“Is it better to shit stood up or sat down?”
He produced a piece of paper and wrote ‘stand up and lean forward’
“Thanks”
I struggled to my feet, dragging the weighted boot out from under the table and getting myself stood up on the patten and raised boot. The pressure in my bowel was increasing and for a couple of minutes I stood by the table. I then rested my hands on the table and spread my legs a little more. The bulk of the diaper made it necessary to keep my legs apart. I leant forward. After what seemed an eternity I felt my bowels move and the hot shit filled the rear of the diaper and almost immediately afterwards I pissed and felt the urine round my bum. I felt very uncomfortable but was relieved to note that nothing seemed to be leaking out of the diaper and running down my legs. I felt my diaper through the suit and could feel the shit moving inside it. I stood up straight and picked up my crutches and put them under my arms. As I moved I was very aware of the soggy mass in the diaper and felt it move as I put my legs together. Iqbal got up and wiped the front of the helmet clean. I felt both uncomfortable and exhilarated. After all I had come to experience bondage and here I was doing just that: Uniformed in penal attire and with a well soiled diaper as well. It was now about 09.45, nearly 4 hours since the plane landed and I had been transformed into Penal Labor Convict No .30472. Iqbal wrote a note - Time for you to go to work. Put your coat and gloves on.
I hobbled into the bedroom. I was very conscious of the soiled diaper I was wearing as I moved. I took off my identity vest and bags and put on the heavy and stiff coat then replaced the bags and vest. Iqbal handed me my gloves. They were black rubber and heavy and stiff. I pulled them on and tucked them inside my leather cuffs. Iqbal led the way outside and I followed dragging my weighted boot somewhat. It felt cold on my face and the parts of my legs which were not covered by boots or braces. The two flights of steps were a challenge. Iqbal was adept at swinging himself down on his crutches. I went down a step at a time, first the rigid left leg and weighted boot down a step, followed by the right leg which I could bend. It took quite a while and I felt rather unstable as I went down the steps, but eventually I made it to the bottom. I was now feeling somewhat sweaty in the rubbers I was wearing. It was a strange sensation going out into the street in the penal uniform but there were not too many people about and those that were seemed to ignore us. Presumably the sight of convicts was nothing strange. I had no idea where we were going as the town was strange to me. We must have walked for about 1 hour. It was hard work walking with the weighted boot and crutches and I was finding it very tiring. I was also feeling sweaty in my rubber suit and my diaper was a constant irritation as I moved. We came to a large cattle market. Iqbal led me across the market area, which was rather dirty and smelly. A convict was sweeping the pens. As we approached I saw it was Yuri. He was dress as before, with his rubber suit and helmet, massive boots up to his knees and a leg brace on his left leg and his number, 28517, on his chest. He also wore a coat like mine. He was somewhat cleaner than when I had last seen him in the sewage farm.
"Hello Yuri, nice to see you again"
"Hi Mr Lawrence. It is very good to meet you again. Did you have a good trip?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I see you have met Iqbal and he has helped you into your uniform. He has to go to work now. Thanks Iqbal"
"Thank you for your help Iqbal and see you later"
Iqbal waved farewell and swung himself off across the market on his crutches.
"I remember you telling me you had been interested in bondage and like wearing leather and being fascinated when you saw a convict cleaning the streets in a shit suit and helmet. I found it odd anyone would voluntarily wear a shit suit but here you are again and in penal uniform. I have been told not to tell anyone who you are but to pretend you are Khan, convict 30472 just transferred here. That is what the offices think and you have been allocated to work with me. My job is to keep the cattle pens clean, sweeping the dung up and putting it into this barrow and tipping it in a dung heap. I think you will find it easier to do the sweeping with that punishment boot on and I will do the shovelling. Do you think you can manage without your crutches, as you will find it difficult to work on crutches?"
"I can try"
"Good. Just lean your crutches against the wall"
I hobbled over to the wall and leant my crutches against it and then walked back to Yuri. It was not too easy walking in the brace and dragging the weighted boot, but I managed it. Yuri gave me the brush, which enabled me to balance myself a little and he led me into the next cattle pen. It was covered in cow dung.
"Now sweep the dung into heaps and I will go get the barrow and shovel it up"
I started sweeping. It was not too easy seeing what I was sweeping due to the collar preventing me bending my head far forward and also the face cover of the helmet. As I swept I dragged my punishment boot along. It took about 20 minutes to clean the pen and then we moved on to the next. I was sweating in my suit and it was tiring. Yuri told me we would get a break for a snack about 12.30. The officer would bring them. It was both hard and tedious work and I was relieved when I saw an officer approaching. He handed Yuri a bag and then turned to me.
"You're the new convict?"
"Yes Sir"
"I've read your record and I will not tolerate any more bad behaviour. Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir"
"Well make sure it is" and he patted my helmet; "You will work with 28517 and do as he tells you. You are both to be on duty here tomorrow at 08.30. Now you may have your break" and he left. Yuri said there was a bench we could sit on for our break and suggested I got my crutches, which I did and we hobbled to a wooden bench and I sat down, my rigid rigid leg stuck out my crutches beside me. It was the first time I had sat down since messing my diapers and I was conscious of sitting in the soggy mess in the diaper. Yuri stood in front of me and I could see his coat was soiled with the cattle dung as were his massive boots. However his black leather helmet was quite smart and and polished and his identity plates were clean. He reached into the bag and handed me a pack of sandwiches and a bottle of coke. I put them on the bench and proceeded to take off my gloves.
"Are you allowed to take of your gloves? I am not"
"I think so. The note said they could be worn if required"
"You're lucky. I have to keep mine on."
I noticed his gloves were rather dirty and offered to open his sandwich pack for him which he gratefully accepted. He told me I would find it easier if I broke my sandwich into pieces so it would go down inside my helmet. It was messy eating the egg mayonnaise sandwiches. Yuri could of course just push it into his mouth through the slit in the helmet. I got my drinking tube out and drink the coke without much difficulty.
"My leg aches in this long braces. Does yours hurt, Yuri?"
"I have had mine on for over a year and got used to it. We had better get back to work. You will be better with your gloves on."
I struggled to my feet and we spent the rest of the afternoon at work. Mid afternoon I pissed in my diaper again. I followed Yuri as he took the tools and barrow back to a small shed. Next to it was the dung heap and he explained we had to tidy it up and leave it neat. I left my crutches in the shed and took a shovel and helped heap up the dung, which was messy and smelly and I got my gloves dirty. I then got back on my crutches and the long walk back to the flat. I was exhausted as I struggled up the stairs. Yuri opened the door and turned on the lights and we went in. Inside I leant my crutches against the wall and proceeded to take off my gloves and then my coat. There were several hooks on the wall and one had my number over it and I hung my coat up. Yuri also took off his coat and stood there in his yellow shit suit. I had not prviously noticed but on the wall was a full length mirror. I looked at myself in my uniform and saw the dirt on my punishment boot and patten. Yuri said he would prepare the food which would prove to be a stodgy sort of porridge with some meat in it. He said it was called convict chow and was filling and nutrious and would take about 30 minutes to cook. Meanwhile I sat on the sofa, sinking into the shitty diaper as I flopped down. I was weary and my left leg ached in its brace. As I sat there I could not help wondering if this holiday was a good idea. Here I was in a scuffy and smelly apartment in a strange country, dressed in convict penal uniform, peering out between blinders so I could only look straight ahead. I was sweaty in the rubber suit and was wearing diapers. Though nothing specific had been said it seemed I would be kept in this uniform for the next week, mascarading as a dead convict. I felt in the bag and there were various pieces of paper. One was a booklet describing the punishment boot which I removed and held up so I could see it between my blinders. It was about wearing a punishment boot


PENAL LABOUR DEPARTMENT

GUIDANCE NOTES FOR WEARERS OF A

PUNISHMENT BOOTS
ISSUED TO CONVICT 30472 WHEN SENTENCED
TO WEAR A 5KG.PUNISHMENT BOOT
ON 15th SEPTEMBER 2006
CONVICT No. 30472 TO WEAR A
PUNISHMENT BOOT FOR 10 YEARS

What are Punishment Boots and why are they fitted to convicts


Punishment boots are fitted to convicts as a punishment for some misbehaviour or infraction of the Penal Labor Department Rules. They are additional to the uniform to which the convict is sentenced. Comprising a weighted boot and brace they usually take the place of the normal uniform boots and braces. They make walking more difficult and are highly visible.They will be fitted for a finite period, which may be extended.

Description of the boot

The boot is a standard 10” heavy duty industrial boot, but is fitted with a solid 4” riser. The riser is leather covered to match the boot and is weighted. There are 3 different weights available; 3kg, 5kg and 10kg. The weight is in addition to the normal weight of the boot. The boot has a steel toecap with the steel extending down the front of the riser. The riser has a flat rubber covered sole. The riser is tubed just above the sole for the fitting of the either a full length or a knee length brace and has a back stop. On the outside face of the riser is a plate describing the boot. Your plate will be:-

PUNISHMENT BOOT
4” RISER 5kg. WEIGHT
FULL LENGTH BRACE
Boot Type:- 4/5/11/L/FB
Dated fitted - 15th September 2006
WEARING DURATION - 10 YEARS
Wearer:- CONVICT No. 30472



The second and third lines describe the boot as fitted to the convict. The boot type is the coding to describe the boot. In this case;-
1 4 defines the height of the riser (currently only 4” risers are in use)
2 5 defines the weight of the boot(in pounds)(3, 5 or 10)
3 11 defines the size of the boot ( All sizes are available)
4 L defines the side (left or right)
5 FB defines type of brace (Full Brace, Short Brace or No Brace)
6 Date fitted is when it is put on the convict
7 How long the boot will be worn.
8 Number of convict wearing the Punishment Boot

Associated Equipment

With a raised boot on one leg the wearer needs some arrangement to balance the height difference. If punishment boots are worn on both legs then there is no problem. If only one punishment boot is worn, and that is the norm, then a special raised boot is required for the other leg. This usually is the same 10” boot with steel toe cap, but fitted with a 4” patten riser. The patten is about 1” thick, made of leather covered wood, with a flat rubber sole and about the same size as the boot sole. There are front and rear metal mountings onto the sole of the boot, giving about a 3” gap between the top of the patten and the sole of the boot. This boot is also tubed. It is usual to wear a full length brace on the weighted boot and a short brace on the patten fitted boot.

Objective of the Punishment Boot

The purpose of fitting a punishment boot(s) to a convict is to enhance the severity level of the convicts uniform for some infraction of the rules whilst wearing his penal uniform.

The weighted boot will make walking more difficult and running nearly impossible. With double punishment boots walking withour crutches will be almost impossible, though with 3kg boots it is just possible. The boot will be uncomfortable and inconvenient to wear and will serve as a constant reminder to the convict of his offences.



Wearing the Punishment Boot

Though punishment boot(s) can be worn in any combination of boots and braces the usual configuration is a punishment boot and full length brace on one leg and a patten riser boot and short brace on the other. This is the combination you will be wearing and which will be explained in this paragraph. After having the boots fitted and standing up for the first time the wearer will be conscious of his increased height. This takes a little bit of getting used to and can cause problems for taller wearers, though as most wear some form of helmet it is not a particular problem. The wearer may feel unsteady on the raised boots and for this reason, amongst others, wearers of punishment boot will normally be issued with crutches. You will find you have to drag the weighted punishment boot as you try to walk. You will of course wear it continously, day and night. It will be removed for cleaning when your diapers are changed. You will have two punishment boots, one for each foot and they will be worn change and change about so your keg muscles do not atrophy through being held rigid in the full length brace.





I looked at the boot I was wearing. It was massive, polished black leather, with its metal toecap, a dull black. It was laced up and there was a lock at the top to prevent removal. The brace was two iron bars, 3cm x 1cm. They pivoted in the base of the boot. There were back stops and round the ankle was a heavy 3cm strap. It was rivetted to the rear of the boot and buckled at the front. Again there was a padlock to prevent the strap being unfastened. I could just see the thick back knee cover which held my leg rigid. I put the booklet back in the bag and with difficulty got up and using my crutches hobbled into the kitchen area.