A Surprising Holiday 4

Author: polioman
Title: A Surprising Holiday Pt.4
Date: 02 February 2011

A Surprising Holiday Pt 4

I hobbled out of the room after Commander Putonov had left and out into the street. I was intrigued at the thought of having the uniform at the end of my holiday. It would create a sensation at my local leather bar. Though I had thought to sample different uniforms during my holiday, if the price of getting a uniform was wearing this one for two weeks it seemed a bargain. I made my way to the cattle market and worked with Yuri as on the previous days. As we finished Yuri said he and Iqbal had to go to the PLC center that evening and I should go back to the apartment on my own. I found my way without any problem. Climbing the steps was hard work in the weighted boot and as I moved my legs up each step I was very aware of the heavy soggy diaper encasing my bum. For walking normally I had learnt to swing through on my crutches, I put my crutches in front of me and lifted myself up on the crutches and swung my legs forward. It was quite fast and as my legs stayed together there was little movement of my hips and hence of the diaper. Going up steps I first put my right leg, with its metal patten and the short brace on the next step up and then pushing up on the crutches I would get my weighted boot up on to the step. It involved quite a bit of movement of my hips and made we very aware of the diaper. It was quite slow getting up the two flights of steps and I felt sweaty in my rubbers. Up the steps I swung along to the apartment door and let myself in, turning on the light. I was aware how scruffy the apartment was and how it smelt of rubber and shit. I went through the ritual of taking off my coat. I took off the gloves and put them in the coat pockets, then removed the identity vest, disconnected the hearing aid wires and took off the bags. Finally I unbuttoned my coat, took it off and hung it on my hook. Then put the various items back on. Wearing penal uniform was certainly not convenient. As I fastened the strap between my legs I massaged my crotch, working the thick rubber of the suit, to try and get some relief to my frustrated cock, but though I could feel some movement of the diaper I could get no reaction in my penis. I was hungry and thirsty so I went into the kitchen area. Yuri had shown me how to prepare convict chow so I measured out the water into the pan and selected a packet of chow and tipped in the contents into the water. I had to keep stirring as the 'porridge' thickened. I also made a mug of coffee. It took about 20 minutes and I then spooned the chow into my metal dish and then took the dish and my mug to the table and got sat down. Taking my spoon and drinking tube from the bag I ate my food and drank the coffee. After rinsing the mug, dish and spoon I crutched back into the sitting room. I felt the pressure in my bowels and as I had not shit since the previous evening I leant forward on my crutches and after a short wait I dumped a good load into the back of my diaper followed by a quantity of urine. I then got down onto the sofa, settled my bum into the warm shit and shuffled a little to try and get comfortable. It was now nearly 4 days since I had arrived for my holiday and had put on the penal uniform. I had not being able to take anything off since then and felt dirty in the rubbers and of course I was rather smelly. I did some mental sums and worked out I had spent about 83 hours in the uniform and that I had about another 85 before I would get the diaper changed. This was real bondage, not the recreational type I had enjoyed for short periods at home. I was already finding it uncomfortable after a short while and wondered how people like Yuri managed to cope wearing his uniform for years. It was difficult to imagine. What must it be like in summer, wearing a rubber suit in the hot weather. In the cold weather of January I sweat in the suit so working in hot sun must be very uncomfortable. On the sofa was a newssheet. I picked it up and held up so I could read it between my blinders. It was a tabloid A3 sheet of 4 pages.


THE HELMET
The Monthly Newsheet for
Penal Labour Convicts
JANUARY 2007
CONTENTS
- The first convict approaches its fourth anniversary
- An enhanced Penal Helmet
- New Convicts
- Correspondence
- Thoughts on Wearing Diapers
- Sentence upgrades

I proceeded to read the first article


THE FIRST CONVICT

25501 was sentenced on 16th May 2003 and fitted with his uniform on 19th May. He was the first person to be sentenced under the then newly introduced Penal Labor Scheme and has now been wearing his uniform for 3 ¾ years. The two pictures show him at the time of sentencing and today. The Helmet reporter [HP] caught up with him at the Penal Labor Offices after he had had his uniform cleaned to talk about his experiences as a convict.

HP - 25501 it is nice to meet you. You have just had your diapers changed so it must be nice to have a clean dry diaper.

25501 - Thank you. Yes it is always a relief to have a clean diaper.

HP - You were the first person to be convicted under the then new Penal Labor system. So you have worn a penal uniform longer than anyone else since you first put on your rubber suit on 19th May 2003.

25501 - Actually I had a rubber suit fitted on 16th May, the day I was convicted. It was my permanent suit which was fitted on the 19th.

HP - Do tell me about that first suit.

25501 - I was sentenced on a Friday, and after being sentenced I was taken to the cells below the court and put in leg chains and hand cuffs. After about an hour I was put in a van and driven to the induction camp, which probably took an hour, though I was in the back of the van it was hard to tell. At the camp I was taken out of the van and into a room with a sloping floor and drain and showers at one end. I had my chains removed and was told to strip naked, which was very humiliating. After a shower I was taken into an adjoining room and given a medical examination. Back in the changing room the guard, who was dressed in waterproof overalls and wore a face mask and rubber gloves, measured me and then pointed to a row of black rubber full body suits. I was told to select a large one and put it on. It felt cold and clammy as I got into it and the officer helped me pull on the hood and then zipped it up. I then had a pair of yellow thigh length waders put on which fastened to straps on the suit and a heavy yellow full face helmet with blinders. It was all locked into place. Final I had an identity vest.


PENAL LABOUR DEPARTMENT
CONVICT
25501
TRAINING UNIFORM

It felt awful. I was led outside into the warm sunshine and told that for starters I should take a wheelbarrow and scoop and go into the adjoining fields and clear up the cow dung. It was of course an endless job. I started sweating in the suit and helmet. It was only a small scoop and I had to bend down to scoop up the dung and the larger pats took several scoopfuls to clear. The scoop was basically a 4” diameter tube, closed at one end and angled at the other. It had no handle and I held it by grasping it round the outside, so inevitably my hand got dirty as the outside of the scoop got dung on it. After a while I felt the need to piss having not been to the loo since before the trial. After a while a guard came and told me it was tea break. He had a plastic bottle with a flexible tube and explained I could drink from it by push the tube over the face cover and into my mouth. I drank and then said I wanted to piss and told me to get on with it as the suit would not be removed for some days and it was designed to be pissed in. I was told to get on and fill the barrow, which was now about half full. After a few minutes I could no longer hold myself and stood up and pissed. It was awful as the hot urine ran down my legs and to my feet. Worse was to follow. When I had filled the barrow he returned and I was told to wheel it down to the bottom of the field where there was a sort of concrete pond area about 8ft square full of cow dung. There was a plank across it and I was told to wheel the barrow along the plank and tip the contents which I did and then returned with the barrow. I was then told I would have an obedience test. He unlocked my helmet and took it off. It was a relief and for a moment I cheered up. He then tossed the helmet into the tank and I was told to go and get it. It was towards the back so I climbed in, the dung coming up to above my knees and waded through the gooey mess to reach the helmet which had landed bottom down and sunk in a little. I was told to use both hands to pick it up and told to put it back on. It was dirty and smelly but I obeyed. It smelt horrible. I was told to come out of the tank and the guard put on a pair of rubber gloves to lock the helmet in place. I spent what remained of the day as it must have been about 18.00 when I left the field and was put in a small cell, with just a metal bed with a rubber covered mattress. The smell of dung was overpowering. I was given a large meal of sandwiches which I had to push down the inside of my helmet to eat and which inevitably got dung on them from either my hands or the helmet. I sat for a while on the bed and then again had to piss in the suit. I slept poorly but must have dropped off as I was awakened by the guard and given breakfast. It was a bowl of porridge, and I was given a special bent spoon to get it to my mouth inside the face cover, toast and an apple plus a large bottle of very diluted juice. The smell of dung was still all pervasive as my boots were covered in it up to my knees and it was now on the bed and of course on my helmet. I was left in the cell but about an hour later a guard told me to follow him. I was taken to an office and sat on a chair. An officer went through my sentence and got details of my home life and job. Letters were prepared for my employer explaining I was now a convict and could no longer work for them. Whilst sat there I felt the need the piss again and also to shit which the officer told me do as I sat there. It was humiliating to feel the warm shit as I sat in it. I spent the morning there and was then taken back to the field to continue dung collecting. The following day was spent sat in a sort of class room with another convict and the penal labor system was explained. By now I was conscious of the piss and shit sloshing about in my suit and I was very dirty and smelly. The following day I was told I would be fitted with my permanent uniform. I was left in the cell till about midday when I was taken back to the room where I had first been fitted with my uniform. The guard dressed in protective clothing and I was told to go to the end where the showers were and he unlocked the various items and told me to get undressed. It was a relief to get the helmet off and then the filthy waders and finally the suit. I was told to put the helmet on the shelves with the other helmets and to hang the suit and waders on the racks. I was then told to shower which was super as I washed the piss and shit off myself. After drying my hair I was sat on a chair in the shower area and the guard cut my hair short and shaved off the growth of beard from some five days. He then told me to close my mouth and eyes and smeared some vile smelling cream which I learnt was a depilatory to stop my facial hair growing. Apart from the smell it stung. It was left for about 30 minutes and I was then put back under the shower and my hair re washed and the cream washed off. After drying I was led, naked, into an adjoining room. Here my uniform was laid out on a table. I was very aware of the smell of rubber and leather. It was fitted, starting with the diapers and then the suit, which was heavier than the one I had been wearing and very stiff. When that was on I had the boots and braces and finally the helmet. It took about an hour as the guard explained each item. When I was fully dressed he made me practice walking round the room as the long brace was awkward to use and was, or I suppose is, very heavy on my leg. I was then taken to an office and told to sit down, again a new challenge in my leg brace. I had to sign for my new uniform and the officer then explained my regime and my uniform. I would be cleaned weekly and would live at home and would work as a street cleaner, working six and a half days a week. He explained the financial arrangements and what I got in the way of holidays. It all took time and then I was returned to a cell. I sat on the bed, staring ahead between my blinders and gradually realizing that this was how I would be for the next 25 years

HP - So you were now in your yellow rubber suit and helmet. What happened next?

25501 - The following day there was a press conference to launch the Penal Labor system. I was taken there and displayed and had to answer reporter’s questions.

HP - How did you feel about that?

25501 - It was very embarrassing

HP - What happened the?

25501 - I was taken home and then set to work as a street cleaner.

HP - And you have been doing that ever since. Tell me about life in your uniform.

25501 - The suit is thick and heavy and I sweat in it. I would give anything to be able to get undressed when I go to bed, but I cannot. When I get up I do not have to get dressed or go to the bathroom. Apart from possibly having breakfast I am immediately ready. If I need to relieve myself I just do it in my diaper Eating is not easy with this helmet and I use a spoon or a fork to put food in my mouth through the mouth slit. The helmet is also hot and heavy and I can only look straight forward because of the blinders. It is uncomfortable to sleep in and outside I can hear and sense people alongside me but cannot see them. If I try to look sideways all I see is the inside of the blinders. The worst thing is the diaper. I have now had it on 5 days and it is very heavy and soggy with piss and shit. I know it is going to be a great relief to have it changed. Walking is awkward both with the leg brace and because of the bulk of the diaper between my legs.

HP - You have now worn your uniform for over three and a half years. Is it still the same one you were fitted with at your conviction?

25501 - The suit is but I had a new helmet last June.

HP - Why was that?

25501 - The original one was worn

HP – When you were first convicted you lived at home, but now you live in the PLD Hostel. Why?

25501 – Family life was very difficult in my uniform. I could not sleep in the bed with my wife and I was unable to have any physical relationship with her. We agreed to live apart and she would be free to have other relationships. It has worked quite well and we still see each other and I see my son

Holding the paper up to read it was tiring and as I was weary I let it drop and must have fallen asleep as the next thing I knew was being awoken by Yuri and told it was bed time. The rest of that first week followed the usual pattern. The bulk in my diaper became ever greater and more uncomfortable and by Friday even shitting was hard due to the amount of mess already there. On Saturday morning I had been told to report to the PLD complex at 09.00. I was put in the same room as before and shortly afterwards Commander Putonov came in.
"Hello. I hope you have enjoyed the first week of your holiday with us?"
"Yes. It has been quite an experience. I assume I will get my diaper removed today as it is getting very uncomfortable"
"Well that is part of what penal labor convicts have to suffer for their crimes. Yes, yours will be changed today for a clean one and the process of filling it up can start again. We think another week in the same uniform will be great for you. I am arranging for your own clothes to be brought here for next Saturdy when I think your flight is about 15.00 hrs. Now you go and get cleaned up."
I hobbled out and to the changing area. The official told me to go into the cubicle which had my number on the door. I went in. The cubicle was about 4mtrs x 2mtrs. It was fully tiled with a wooden chair and table. The floor sloped and at the far end was a shower and drains. I stood there for a few minutes till a convict in a full rubber suit came in. He unlocked the various locks fastening my uniform and helped me undress till I only had my diaper harness, pants and diaper on. It was a great relief to be out of the suit and helmet. There was a large mirror on one wall and I could see the growth of facial hair after a week without shaving and also my hair was flattened with wearing the helmet. He told me to go to the shower area. With a battery shaver he cleaned off my beard etc. The retainer harness was the removed. He explained I should reove my pants carefully to avaoid pulling down the diaper. The diaper then hung heavily on me and had dropped down somewhat. I was then told to remove the diaper which was very heavy and messy and very smelly as the velcros where unzipped. He told me to put it into a wheeled bin at the side.
"You can now get showered. You have 15 minutes"
I turned on the water which was nice and warm. There was soap, gel and a flannel. I first got the shit of my bum, the water running brown down the drain. It felt super to be clean again and of course I could feel my cock for the first time in a week. What a relief. I thorughly washed myself, revelling in the flow of warm water and the cleaner smell of soap. I noticed there were two convicts in the cubicle.
"Time's up. Turn off the water"
I obey and was given a large rough towl to dry myself off. They then put on my clean diaper and I was dressed again in the uniform, the only difference being the punishment boot and long braces were now on my right leg. I suppose the whole process took about 50 minutes till I walked out to face another week in the uniform. The second and final week of my holiday. It was much the same as my previous week and seemed a little tedious.
The following Sturday morning, again with a very well filled diaper and feeling very scruffy I went to the PLD complex. I had said my farewells to Yuri and Iqbal and thanked them for looking after me during my holiday. I would have my uniform taken off and be cleaned up and then make my way to the airport for the flight home. I wondered, as I made my way to the PLD complex, if I would be given the uniform to take home. Again I was shown into the room and in a while Commander Putonov came in. He asked me to sit down.
"I hope you have enjoyed your holiday?"
"Yes thank it has been most interesting and I am grateful to you for arranging everything and to Yuri and Iqbal for looking after me so well"
"That is good. Do you think you will be coming again?
"I do hope so if you are willing"
"Oh; I am sure we will be willing. Last week I mentioned you might be able to keep the uniform you are wearing. Would you still like to keep the uniform?"
"Yes. That would be more than generous of you."
"Good. I have arranged you can keep the uniform which I am sure is what you want"
"Thank you that will be super. I will have to get a suitable bag to put it in for the flight"
"Oh, no need for that. You will be wearing the uniform"
"What do you mean?"
"It has been arranged that you will continue to wear 30472's uniform for the rest of his sentence"
"You cannot fucking do that. It don't want to spend years as a convict"
"It has been decided and you will"
"You bastard"
"You will also be punished for insubordination to an PLD officer"

to be continued