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Chain Gang – Part 04

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By slaveobjectx

The Cuffs

I looked baffled but once again I was grabbed and marched out of the room, down the corridor and into a half darkened place that looked like a blacksmith’s forge. But to me, it appeared rather as the entrance to hell, and within a few minutes it became obvious that it was indeed a place of horror. It was very hot inside; the room was filled with damp and smoke. It soon became clear to me that there was some reason for that.

Along one of the walls there was a huge iron oven with a lid open, revealing a white-hot fire glowing. I saw something lying in it, but from the distance couldn’t make out what it was exactly. But the whole furnishing of the room filled me with fear. Around the wall hung all sorts of thick chains and iron contraptions that I couldn’t guess what they were supposed to be for.

A dirty guy, muscular in a leather apron looked over his shoulder as we entered. ‘Standard irons? Boy, you must have been good! Well, I hope yer startin’ as you mean to go on. You’ll find life here’ll be a lot easier if you toe the line and give us no aggro. OK, boy, over here and we’ll soon have you kitted out as a real slave. You won’t know yourself again, boy!’

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Yossie spends 14 days in shackles

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Earlier this year, Yossie spent 14 days riveted in shackles at the Franklin County Historic Jail in Iowa! Yossie will offer a talk about his experience — 14 DAYS IN FRANKLIN COUNTY — on Wednesday, May 22, 2024, at the San Francisco Leathermen’s Discussion group.

14 DAYS IN FRANKLIN COUNTY

 

For the details on attending this event in person and to learn more about Yossie, click here

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The Resort – Chapter 07

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By TklBndg516

Weekend at The Resort

Thursday evening, Jeff and Brad helped Steve pack for the weekend.  He wanted everything ready so that he could head to The Resort right after work without stopping home.  Steve had written to Master Ray asking what Jeff and Brad should bring.  His reply was that usually resort slaves were not allowed to have any personal property with them, including clothing and cell phones.  If a guest wants a slave to wear a specific outfit, The Resort has a wide selection of clothing options for slaves.  Brad and Jeff would not need cell phones to keep in touch with him as communication can be arranged through their collars and controllers.  If there were any personal items or clothing that he wanted them to be able to use or wear while at The Resort, he would be able to bring it in his luggage.  They decided that there really wasn’t anything that Jeff and Brad needed to bring.  Steve’s luggage was packed and waiting at the door to leave with him when he went to work in the morning.

The next morning, the three of them headed to work.  The schedules for Jeff and Brad had them finishing at the laundry two hours earlier than usual.  Their schedule just indicated that they had a special assignment that afternoon and should report for uniform change.  After finishing their shift in the laundry area, they headed over to the uniform area.  They got to the locker area and retrieved their cards.  They got onto the slave trolley.

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Captain Jack and the Race to Redula – Chapter 02: The Simspace

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By POW

Unical date: 3752.563.21 (twenty days until scheduled arrival at Kappa Redulans)

Detaching from RS-98 went routinely, and the half-hour journey through normal space to put sufficient distance between his ship and the station before engaging the warp drive was equally uneventful.  The course was already laid in, so the moment the sensors reported that he was safely far enough away, all he had to do was say “Go”.  The mighty engines powered up with a muted hum and then, with barely a flicker, he was suddenly moving at a velocity that few others had ever experienced.  Well, “velocity” was an oversimplification of the situation.  His professors back at the university had tried to instill in him an appreciation for the underlying physics of subspace that made warp travel possible, the way that normal space was folded at a quantum level so that a ship using its warp drive wasn’t “really” moving (such pedantry!) but rather re-arranging space around itself, but Sam’s eyes had always glazed over at the discussions of manifold compression, multi-dimensional vector renormalization, and pseudo-velocity.  As a pilot, he just liked going really fast.

But the novelty of speed had already worn itself out on the first leg of the journey with Bareem.  The two of them had exulted over the pace at which they were traveling… for a few minutes.  Then the reality had set in that it was the AI doing virtually all of the flying, and from inside the ship there was no sensation of speed.  The engines ran so smoothly that the only indication they were on at all was a pervasive, low-frequency hum from the sheer power they were consuming.  It wasn’t like the two men could look out the windows and watch the stars passing by like trees alongside a highway.  No, they were little more than cargo in a grey box.

And so it was only minutes after engaging the engines, having assured himself that all systems were functioning normally and that he was on his way with all practical haste to his destination, that Sam found himself at the door to the simspace, heart thumping in his chest, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning eager to rip into the mountain of presents waiting to be opened.

“Pyrellia, show me a menu of porn simulations.  Male characters only.”

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Ride Along as a Prisoner – Part 5

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Ride Along as a Prisoner Part 5 – Service Area Again

By asiancuffs

15 Aug 2017

The wagon left the detention center and drove through the city roads heading to the highway entrance, again a few vehicles passed us and the passengers or drivers looked at the “prisoners.” After we were on the highway, there was nothing else interesting on the road except fast passing vehicles. I start looking at the jailmate, he is a guy in his mid-20s, dressed in shirt without tie, suit and black dress shoes. He looked a lot more decent than me in a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers. He sat quietly looking down, at most times looking at his cuffed hands as he moves his hands. He also checked his shackles and moved as the extent of the chains allowed. I look at him all the time and once we have eye contact, he turns his face around to avoid a direct look at me.

After half an hour on the highway, it was planned that I request a washroom stop so I speak out loud enough that the officers heard my request. The officers replied that there will be a service area and we can use the washroom later. Then I asked jailmate if he wants to pee or not and he says he does not have the need. I tried to open the dialogue with him by asking questions like why are you arrested, have you been arrested before and similar questions. The replies I got from him were just single-word answers, “Yes,” “No.” The rest of the ride he just lowered his head, playing with the connecting chains.

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