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| I would love to be arrested unfairly like a medieval prisoner, and hauled away to a prison / dungeon facility. Upon my arrest, I would be handcuffed, hands behind my back, in steel hand cuffs. Before being placed in the transport vehicle, leg shackles would also be put on my ankles. Then, I'd be taken away to be locked up. Upon arrival to the dungeon / prison facility, I would be taken into an intake area. At this point, all of my clothes are still on, but I am cuffed, hands and ankles. The intake area is cold concrete, much like a traditional jail intake facility. The wrist and ankle shackles are taken off of me, and I am stripped, one piece of clothing at a time. I am stripped down to my underwear and then I am left, for the time, in just my underwear. I am then shackled in heavy dungeon irons, neck, wrists, and ankles, all linked up and connected (full body shackles) in just my underwear and I am then lead away for sentencing. I think in my mind, "at least I get to keep my underwear". (little do I know what awaits). I am then lead before a judge/tribunal where I am charged and sentenced. I am given no chance to defend myself, rather, the charges are read, and then I am immediately sentenced. My sentence makes my stomach sink and I gulp in despair as I realize that there is nothing I can do about it, other than face the music and serve out my sentence. During sentencing, my specific term of confinement is rendered, the punishments and disciplines to be administered, rules and terms of my incarceration, and forced labor/chain gang protocols are outlined. I am then immediately away to serve my sentence. Upon exiting the judge/tribunal area, I am taken back to the intake/processing area for a more thorough intake process. My neck, wrist, and ankle shackles are unlocked and I am ordered to drop my drawers. I am now naked, exposed, humiliated, and helpless. I am shackled to the concrete wall, wrists and ankles, spread eagled. I am hosed down, deloused, and shaven as dictated by my sentence. I am not given a towel to dry off, rather, I am left to drip and soak in my humiliation for a time. After a while, I am unshackled from the concrete wall and searching thoroughly, including full cavity searches. After the searches are complete, I am then issued a used pair of prison underwear. The underwear is well used, tattered, worn, etc. Inscribed on the waist band is my prisoner number. I hesitate to put the underwear on as I can see they are used and dirty. I have no choice however. Once I put on my prison underwear, I am then re-shackled in my heavy irons, neck, wrists, and ankles. ( think in the back of my head, "at least I get to wear underwear". Then, I am lead down into the bowels of the dungeon. The slack between my ankles is short--long enough to allow me to walk, but in a very limited fashion. My shackles are heavy and I hear the clanking chains as a symbol of my submission. I am lead down the stairs into the dungeon. I see devices of punishment, discipline, torture. I shutter as I know I will face these instruments of discipline. I pass several prison cells and see other prisoners locked up like slaves, naked, and powerless. Then, I see my cell awaiting. My guard/master leads me to my prison cell and the heavy steel door is swung open. It creaks as it opens and I know that this is my new home. I begin to step inside, but I am stopped by master who immediately exclaims, "no underwear allowed in the cell". He then unlocks my ankle shackles, and orders me to drop my prison drawers. I hesitantly obey. Then, he hangs my underwear on a hook right outside of the cell door. The underwear hangs in plain view for me to see from inside of the cell and for others outside of the cell to see as well. It tells all that I am naked, locked inside, and unable to do anything about it. The underwear is placed so that I cannot grab them from the inside of my cell. I am then lead into the cell, fully shackled, fully naked. My heavy iron shackles are unlatched and I am immediately placed into the prison cell irons, which are similar, but are anchored into the concrete of the jail cell. Neck, wrists, and ankles once again. They are locked on and I know I have no where to go. Before my master departs the cell, he pulls out a steel Chasity belt. He instructs me to squat, and he inserts a metal (electric) butt plug inside of me, and he then locks the steel chastity cage on my penis and balls. Then, the waist belt and thong strap are locked into place. I cannot remove the chastity belt or plug as a result. Then, the cell door slams shut, and I am left to serve out my time.
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