So the first thing I have to do is get the girl into the catsuit. Let me tell you, getting an unconscious woman, no matter how slim and petite she may be, into a neck entry suit is hard work. I used to get them to do it before I drugged them. But rubber is easily torn and they're not often keen to obey.

Of course, it's not really the first thing I have to do. It is the first part of the packing process. But before that, there's the whole selection process. I don't just grab a girl off the streets. Then once selected there's the verification stage. Where I check the girl is suitable and does indeed meet the criteria. After which is the set up before the abduction. If you set things up properly the authorities never even suspect the girl has been abducted.

Once abducted I hold a girl for about a week. This is mostly to ensure her bowels are empty, but I use this time to prepare her mentally too. That way she does not freak out on arrival.

However, I am describing the packing process. So once the girl is clad in latex I put in earplugs before a latex hood is put on. The hood has mouth and nostril openings but no eye holes. When she wakes up it'll be in the dark and very quiet.

Inflatable mitts to keep her fists balled up and ballet boots to keep her feet still. I mean it's not like she's going to be walking anywhere. Not on this continent anyway.

I also put her into a corset. The only reason for this is presentation. When the client cracks her out at the other end I want them happy with what they see. You put a slave in a corset and the dealer is going to see big tits small waist and curvaceous hips. It may not be necessary, but no one has complained yet.

So once she's a black latex gimp I lock posture collar on and lay her in the form that will become the base of the crate.

The form basically keeps her on her side in the 'recovery position.' That pose you're supposed to place an unconscious person in so they don't choke on their own vomit.

I'm not too worried about her vomiting as there was an anti-emetic along with the sedative in the water that put her out.

At this stage, I open the crotch zip and install the butt plug, the renal catheter and the vaginal controller.

The renal catheter collects urine. Enough said. The butt plug also connects to a waste system. The main purpose of this though is to collect rectal gaseous emissions. I'll cover why later.

The vaginal controller contains a taser. It plugs into a triggering system that is fired by a throat mic on the inside of the posture collar. I explain the workings of this device, in detail, to all my produce before I ship them.

Essentially it is this. If they make a sound. A grunt, a moan or a cry of any kind they will be tasered. But not just tasered as if by a taser gun. Tasered in the cunt. I make sure every new slave girl I ship is utterly terrified of making a sound.

I then put the rebreather mask on the girl and strap her into the form. Lots of webbing is used here to ensure she cannot even wiggle. Once that is done what will become the false base of the crate is placed over her. With just the two tubes from the rebreather sticking up from the middle.

Then the 'engine' is lowered over her. It's not really an engine. But even a top-flight mechanic would be hard-pressed to tell. What it appears to be is a large block V-12 with a supercharger and a huge turbo system installed.

What it is, is a case for a specialist rebreather system. Essentially the slaves' life support system for her journey.

Within the block are CO2 scrubbers, oxygen cylinders and all the gizmos to ensure the girl can breath within a closed system for four days or one hundred hours if you're being picky.

So if you're wondering why, if she's not going underwater, does she need this. The answer is Customs. Trafficking slaves is hard. Especially with all the refugees and economic migrants complicating things. Border patrol police and customs and excise officers have all sorts of tools now.

X-ray machines and CO2 detectors are just two of them. Sniffer dogs are a bane too. Hence the rigmarole with the rubber suit. The girl is hermetically sealed into her rubber prison. The form and the engine block hide her from X-rays. The CO2 detectors will not find her. The sniffer dogs will just smell engine oil and latex odours.

Of course, we select the ports that have these things but are understaffed. So they rely on them. Co2 alarm does not go off and nothing odd on the X-ray; no need to delay things by actually inspecting them.

So 'engine' in place and connected to the rebreather mask I bring up the sides of the crate and nail them in place. There one last thing to do. The block does not weigh what the book says it should. It's about the weight of a small girl shy. Before I put on the lid I add enough oil to a tank under the filler cap to get the weight spot on. Just so no official gets suspicious.

The lid goes on and is nailed in place. The girl is sealed in. She'll wake up deaf and blind, unable to move. She may test out the taser. If she does it'll be long before I've handed her over at the airport.

Some of the girls I ship ask me how I sleep at night. A slaver, abducting girls to become sexual playthings for the rich and corrupt. The answer I always give them, "Like a baby."

Let me tell you why. Every girl I've ever shipped has confessed to me they fantasise about being a slave. See I date them for a while, to check out their emotional stability as well as their suitability for life in bondage.

Then after breaking up with them, I hook them up with an utter lowlife. Mafiosi, crook, drug dealer or even a pedo looking for legitimate cover.

So I'm fulfilling the girl's fantasies. Okay, they're pretty dark fantasies and they don't always work out how they expected. But hey, YOLO!

Plus if their families miss them and bring in the law. They start probing around the last known boyfriend they get to turn up all sorts of dirt. Another win.

So some may say I'm a slaver. But I like to think I'm a facilitator of dreams and an exposer of criminals.

So is what I do really a crime? Am I really a criminal? You decide.