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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 13

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Dwight and I had been left alone in the new “Party Room” next to my small apartment in West Virginia. The room had been undergoing some renovations. I could hear work being done in the evenings. The party/gathering to be held was upon us. I expected many of the men that we encountered at the farm gathering would be present. From what I could discern those men were mature tops — many in law enforcement or with security jobs, from West Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Maryland.

The location of the building is in the rear of a strip shopping plaza, with plenty of parking for cars as the security gates keep others out unless they had a key. For this even a security guard would be posted at the gate to allow invited guests to park in the secure area. Since I live in the building I do have a key, to exit when I am permitted to leave the property. There are also cameras scattered around the area for extra security.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 12

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I had received lots of attention by several tops over the past few days. It seems a special gathering is planned for this weekend. As I indicated several messages ago, although this apartment is small there were other parts of the building that I did not have access to. Today there were men in those rooms moving furniture around and doing some kind of construction. They must have access through an outside door as they were not in my quarters at all.

The paramedic and his buddy, also some kind of assistant or nurse, arrived again and spread-eagled me on the bondage table. The IV was inserted in my arm, and I was given two more injections in the crotch that resulted in an instant hardon that would not stop. I was shaved again slippery smooth, and whatever was dripping into my veins was very relaxing.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 11

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Once again I was left alone in the apartment, no cell phone, and a bunch of work orders to process for my job in my e mail. So I put TV on and sat down to do some work. About 10:30 pm I received an e mail from the PO, checking on the status of my ankle device.

All seemed to be in working order on this end, and I was informed that I was confined to the apartment for the next four days. Instantly I reached for the bowl on my desk and realized my car keys had been removed from the bowl. However the car was parked out in the lot right where I had left it.

I went to bed about 11 pm, and I slept soundly. I was awake at 3 am when there were flashing yellow lights outside my window. With the painted glass, the best I could determine was a tow truck was near my parked car. Later I discover my car had been removed.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 10

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The message was left for me to expect a visitor this afternoon. I was to be in casual dress — jeans, tee shirt and tennis shoes. At approximately 4 p.m. I got a cell phone message to step outside my apartment and wait. I was already dressed, so I threw on a sweatshirt and stepped outside. An unmarked police cruiser circled the building and pulled up in front of my apartment.

It was one of the men that transported me from the hell camp back to my place. He stepped from the car and walked over to me, bent me over the hood and cuffed my hands, then loaded me in the back of his car.

He drove off and after a few minutes of stone-cold silence announced we were on our way for an appointment with my court-appointed psychiatrist for a “review.”

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 09

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In Chapter 8 the West Virginia experience was reaching its climax and quickly ground to a halt. The other prisoner for the weekend somehow managed to escape the compound in the dead of night after a severe flogging at camp. I was back in my cell when all hell broke loose as the jailers searched for the escapee.

At first light the decision was made to break camp and call it quits for the weekend. Half of the campers were spread out thru the area searching for the prisoner, the remainder of the men proceeded to break down and store equipment. I was loaded in Wytheville County orange prison jumpsuit, in cuffs and leg irons — a plastic bag on the front seat with my keys and wallet and a file folder.

Not much was said as the men were not too happy with the outcome, and the indication that the escaped prisoner would be punished if caught. Once we were about to return to I-79 for the return, the car stopped along the road and a well-used “humane restraint gag” was taken from the trunk and padlocked on me. Then travel resumed with conversation between the two men in the front.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 08

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So far the entire event has been very confusing/intimidating and charged — all at the same time. So now I am locked in a cell in a barn on a non-working farm in West Virginia. I can hear trucks coming and going, the smell of a campfire, the sound of men laughing, the pop of bear cans, and the barking of dogs.

Occasionally I hear the dragging of chains, the pop of a semiautomatic, and the crack of a whip. The barn is dark — lit by one lousy bulb, creating shadows dark and deep. The door opens and one of the men that “booked” me and handled my POA walks into the room — now in knee boots and green camos.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 07

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Apparently the discussion outside the door concerned me. It seems my status as a felon slave was being moved quickly into some level of complete ownership. This would be more than a weekend session. From what I could determine, and what I had already suspected, these men were more concerned about the mental and physical aspect of control than appearance, age, etc. And they had done their homework, checking into my finances, lifestyle, earnings, savings and lack of family. I would be the perfect project for their Prison Group.

They entered the room I was being kept in and removed my leather gag. It seems there would finally be some kind of communication. I was in a very vulnerable situation, naked, gaged, ass plugged. I was removed from the table and forced up against the concrete block wall. I was photographed by cell phone camera from all sides, all angles, naked of course. It was then I noticed two ceiling-mounted cameras in the room. So it would be safe to say that others might be involved in this action in the mountains of West Virginia. Close-up pics were taken of my wrist tat and leg tat. I was handed a sign to hold for the cell camera with my ID – PA6404.

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Bondage in 2020 Cell Without Bars – Part 06

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I was “restrained” from writing sooner as I had to return to work. I still seek real-time prison action – hope you enjoy!

At the pull-off on RTE 19 in West Virginia, my captor stopped and left me restrained in the car while he made some purchases in a CVS. He returns as it begins to rain, I have the feeling I have been drugged, feeling sluggish but still aware of where I am, etc. My ears have been plugged, so it is difficult to hear him on the phone, he has a radio unit in the car but always uses the phone. We take off again and leave RTE 19 and proceed on a narrow road into the mountains. It is raining and getting dark.

We drive several miles and he pulls off the road. There is a narrow private gravel road with a chain and padlock blocking entrance. He gets out removes the chain and drive onto the road. We drive several miles on this deserted road and seem to be entering a farm, but very overgrown, and come up on a barn, a house, a concrete building sunk into a hill and a parking area with several pickups.

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