convicted pt 2

Author: polioman
Title: convicted pt 2
Date: 10 August 2008

Ahead, literally lay a long corridor with doors opening off it. A guard led me down the corridor and finally opened a door and told me to go into the cell which was behind the door. I went in and he followed me. The cell was a little bigger than the one I had occupied the previous night and in addition to a bed had a small table and chair. The walls were plain white and there was a small barred window in the wall opposite the door. The cell was about 2.5m long and 2m wide. The bed was down one side, to the right of the door, with the head against the wall opposite the door and the table was alongside the bed, under the window. The guard told me to turn round and face him, which I did. I stood there looking at him, through the eye holes in my hood and though the face opening in the helmet.
“You are now a convict laborer and fitted with your grade 3 uniform. In due time you will be sent to your work station and assigned to your tasks. First there is an induction programme which all convicts go through so as to fully understand the life, role and status of a convict and what is required of the convict during his period of sentence. Normally this is done the day after the convict has been uniformed, but as tomorrow is Sunday the induction course does not run so you will remain in this cell till Monday. Food will be brought to you by one of the convict staff. Lights go out at 9.30pm and come on at 6am. Any questions?”
“Please sir, how do I eat in this helmet and hood?”
“In your coat pocket should be a drinking tube and special spoon. More solid food you just push down inside the mouth cover to your mouth. The convict bringing your meal will show you if you ask.”
He felt in the patch pockets on the coat.
“Yes, the drinking tube and spoon are there” and with that went out and shut the door and I heard the lock fasten. It was a frightening sensation, locked in a cell and wearing the horrible uniform. I looked round the cell. The window looked out onto the courtyard where we had arrived and there was no activity to be seen. The bed had a black pvc covered mattress and a pvc covered pillow. There were no sheets. I supposed they were unnecessary as I would not be getting undressed to go to bed. Apart from the table and chair the only other item was a framed notice which read


CONVICT UNIFORM

IT IS FORBIDDEN TO REMOVE ANY UNIFORM ITEMS
WITHOUT PERMISSION AND ANY ATTEMPT TO DO SO
WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED.
YOUR UNIFORM IS AN INTEGRAL PART OF YOUR
PUNISHMENT AND IS INTENDED TO BE BOTH
HIGHLY CONSPICUOUS AND UNCOMFORTABLE TO
WEAR.
USE THE PERIOD YOU ARE IN THIS CELL TO LEARN
THE FEATURES OF YOUR UNIFORM.

IN THE EVENT OF AN EMERGENCY A WARDER MAY BE
CALLED BY PRESSING THE RED BUTTON BY THIS NOTICE
MISUSE WILL BE PUNISHED



I shuffled round, my leg chains clanking and sat down on the bed. Evening sitting was not easy as the ‘boot-suit’ was very stiff and sitting down I was aware of the bulky diaper round my bum and between my legs so I sat with me legs apart to ease the pressure. I could not look downwards too much. The stiff rubber hood prevented me bending my neck forward much and if I looked down I saw the top of the mouth cover of the helmet. Everything was stiff and heavy. The rubber gloves came up to above my elbows and they were inside the coat sleeves so bending my arms was hard work. I held my hands up and looked at the heavy black rubber gloves which encased them. My hands were sweaty inside the gloves and I had no sense of feel, only the inside of the gloves. Though I could see and speak okay wearing the hood, although it did give me some tunnel vision, and my hearing was muffled as the helmet also had the effect of padding over my ears. I could feel my cock hardening inside the diaper and against the newspaper padding inside it. I rubbed my gloved hand against my crotch but the bulk of the diaper, pants, harness and ‘boot-suit’ meant it had little effect and I realised that the ‘boot-suit’ and diaper was an effective chastity device and my days of being able to jerk off were over with all the frustration which would follow. I was feeling very sorry for myself as I sat there, feeling hot and sweaty in my uniform. I had already started to think of the uniform as ‘mine’, which was certainly the case as I assumed I would be wearing it for a long time ahead.
The cell door opened and a convict brought in supper. He went passed me and placed the tray on the table.
“Come and sit at the table and I will help you eat”
I got up, not easy in the stiff and heavy uniform, and shuffled passed the convict and got myself onto the chair. I peered down at the tray. There was a large bowl of ‘porridge’, which I would learn was the basic convict food, a large bottle of water, a plate of sandwiches and a banana. The convict leant over me and went into my coat pockets, taking out the drinking tube and spoon. He then moved the pillow and sat on the bed so he was at the side of the table so I could see him. He wore a full face helmet, like mine, except it had blinders, a 2” circular leather collar, a short rubber T-shirt and a pair of green rubber pants and black leather diaper retainer. He had heavy work boots fitted with knee length leg braces.
“This is your evening meal. The rules demand that you must eat everything. As it is your first time to eat in your uniform I am here to help if you want.”
I thanked him and said I would appreciate his help and assistance
“Firstly to drink you will have to use your drinking tube”
He held up the drinking tube. It was about a 5mm plastic tube. At one end was a shaped metal tube which he explained fitted over my mouth cover and went down inside and into my mouth. At the other end was straight metal tube about 20cm long to put into the drink.
“Now you try using it. Put it over your helmet and into your mouth”
I did this, though holding the tube in my gloved hands was not easy.
“Now leave it there in your mouth and pick up the bottle and take off the cap”
That was not too difficult and with the opened bottle in one hand I put the straight tube into the bottle and sucked, and drank some of the water. He told me to put the bottle down and remove the drinking tube.
“Now for eating. It is not too difficult. I should know because I wear a helmet and have to eat and drink like you.”
He picked up and showed me the spoon. It had a tea spoon sized bowl and a specially shaped handle and he showed me how it could be maneuvered down the inside of the helmet mouth cover, using his own helmet. He explained that there was about 4cm clearance inside the helmet and though eating was slow it was not too difficult.
“Now you try. First just the empty spoon”
I took the spoon in my gloved hand and worked it down into my mouth. Of course I had to get it through the mouth slit in my hood and that was not a very wide slot and when I opened my mouth I could both feel the stiffness of the hood and also my lips went up inside the hood a little. However it did not seem too difficult.
“Now try it with the convict chow. Don’t overfill the spoon”
I managed quite well though he said I had got some of the food on to my face, or rather the rubber hood and on the helmet. I then had a sandwich. He explained I should break it into smallish pieces and then just push it down the inside of the helmet and into my mouth. It was not too difficult, though I dropped one piece and if fell out of the bottom of the helmet and onto my coat and I was able to pick it up and try again. The sandwiches were filled with jam and hence rather sticky and the jam got on my gloves.
“You seem to be coping ok. I will go now and return later for the empties. Make sure you eat every as instructed”
“Thank you”
He went out and I continued to eat. It was a slow process, but I got through the sandwiches and then ate the ‘chow’ It was a big bowl and with the small spoon took a while to eat but I managed it and do not think I made too much mess, though it could not really see what had got on my helmet and hood. I then drank the rest of the water. There must have been about a litre. That left the banana. Opening it was difficult in the gloves, but I managed it, using the spoon as a sort of knife. After skinning it I broke it into bits and pushed it down into my mouth. I guess it must have taken about 25 minutes to eat my supper. I remained sitting at the table staring out through the window. After a while the convict came to collect my tray.
“Well done. You have eaten everything. Did you enjoy it?”
“It is very filing, but not very tasty”
“So how are you coping in your new uniform?”
“It’s horrible. Very stiff and heavy and I am sweating in it. I cannot hear properly with the hood and helmet and cannot feel things with these gloves”
“I have worn my uniform for a year and you gradually get used to it. Now put your drinking tube and spoon back in your pockets. It is easier stood up”
I struggled to my feet and when I was up I managed to put the items into the pockets, not easy with the gloves.
“ You will get breakfast in the morning. Try to sleep though the first night is not easy”.
“Thank you” and he went out locking the door. I was not sure what time it was but I would have something like 12 hours now alone, locked in my cell. I stood looking at the window, my legs apart as much as I could with the leg chains. I fiddled with the helmet, holding it with both hands, to try and get it a little more comfortable. The pressure in my blander was building and I realised I would have to piss soon. I had not done so for a while and had recently drunk a litre or so of water and had a filling meal. For a while I just stood there, but eventually I needed to piss and though all my instincts were against soiling the diaper, eventually I let go and felt the hot urine run round my bum. It had just ceased when my bowels moved (I later learnt that the food had been laced with a strong laxative) and a mass of shit filled the rear of my diaper. I felt wretched. When I moved I was very aware of the hot soggy mass round my bum. I replaced the pillow at the head of the bed and sat down, feeling myself sink into the soggy mass in the diaper. I swung my legs up onto the bed, not easy with the heavy leg chains and then lay down. It was not easy with my head encased in the helmet, but I shuffled about a bit and got reasonably comfortable, or at least as comfortable as was possible in the uniform. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and with my mind a blank. The cell was warm and I was sweating in the rubbers. There was a strong smell of rubber, but I was also aware of the smell of excreta. After a while the light went out and I lay there in the dark and eventually fell asleep