Job at the Museum 3

Author: trekker
Title: Job at the Museum (3)
Date: 19 December 2011

Feeling better after expelling the enema I was ordered, still with my hands cuffed behind my back, to stand and watch the active in the other room.

It started to get interesting when there were only three men to be shaved. The next guy was in cramps from the enema. He held his so far for thirty minutes. I had the thought even with the plug in his butt, he was about to blow his enema. As soon as he got strapped into the barber’s chair and the shocks started out came the enema all over the chair. The nearest escort drew his taser a fired it at him. One of the probes landed between nipples and the other jus two fingers above his penus. Being secured to the chair the only thing he could do was to ride out the taser. The collar on the chair did not tighten letting him breathe. It was about another fifteen minutes and the last two did have to sit in all of the mess left on the chair.

When the last guy come into the room he finally expelled his enema, we all then were escorted through a hall that had sprays of water spaying into the middle of the walk way. The first few steps was warm water, the next step was soap and the delousing spray. (Added to this station of spray was a depilatory, removing the rest of our hair.) There was a break in the spray then the last three feet (about 1 meter) of freezing water. I tried to hurry through but there were obstacles in our way. At the end we had to drip dry, prisoners at least in this job don’t get towels.

When we got dried the hand cuffs were removed, and given an orange jumpsuit and a pair of flip-flops, No under garments or no socks. Then the moment of truth our first rotation into the exhibit, about half (4) of the guys were placed into a holding cell, two into a court room. Leaving me and one other guy yet to be placed somewhere. A door opens there hanging on a hook was a Leather Straitjacket - Arms Down Fetters USA (as seen on the Mr.S Leather web page).

“5476MW, strip” the escort barks.

Without hesitation I get out of my jumpsuit. The escort and the other guy help me into the straight jacket. All the straps are tightened down an Asylum Mask - Full Face (also seen on Mr. S web page) is place over my face. I am then shoved into a padded cell, big enough to stand or to sit I would not be able to lie flat.
“5476MW your lucky this is you assignment” the escort said “we’ll be watching you as will the guest to the exhibit, but you will no outside contact except for a meal and to be cleaned up. You will be relieved at the end of the first cycle of rotation.

I hear the door close and lock. I struggle to exhaustion ending in a ball on the floor wondering how long the first rotation will last.