In January (and before) I thought I knew. I had not been told all the things.
This is exactly why Erin wanted the Committee to be honest with me and tell the truth.

This year has started differently than the previous year.
I'm working again, doing photo- and video editing, maintaining a few web pages, etc.
I have found a few new partners and customers, so everything looks good now, even though there is less work now than in busy years.

The new thing is the tightening of restraint practices and the use of restraints, which makes working a little different now.
It is now more bondage than just securing a prisoner.

The committee asked me on New Year's Eve what I think about increasing my security. I replied that it might be a good thing.
...so the very next morning, New Year's Day morning, I woke up to the fact that my security practices have been tightened!
My chains were shortened a bit, it's a small thing but it has a very big mental and physical meaning.

One new thing is that I now sit almost the entire working day locked in a chair that can be moved with the help of wheels.
I'm sitting in a chair locked in a strong harness, which of course I can't open or adjust myself.
The harness belt has a wide section that goes around my body and locks me into the chair, it also has strong locking shoulder straps and a belt that goes between my legs.
My feet are locked with solid steel rings that are oval in shape and they keep my ankles firmly in place, at a foot level that is slightly above the floor.
I also have leg irons, their chain is also locked to the frame of the chair.
Similar wide oval-shaped handcuffs can be attached to the armrests of the chair. They are so tight that I can't turn my wrists when they are locked.
The collar is chained to the back of the chair, but I can move my head almost normally.

When I'm at the desk, I can work on the computer almost normally, hands free.

I am moved with a chair from one place to another, for example to the toilet and to sleep in the cell when it is necessary.
I also have a total of three hours a day (many times) to stand and walk so that my body also gets exercise. Then only normal restraints and chains are used.

The weather was so cold last week that I had no chance to go outside, so I don't know how it works yet.

Adapting to the chair and its limitations has been quite easy.
I got a seat cushion that is used in e.g. wheelchairs, it balances the pressure when it is difficult to change the position. It has several airbags that adjust under me. It almost feels like I'm floating on top of the chair, even though I'm firmly stuck in it!

The days under the new practices have gone quite well. I've only lost my temper once...
It happened when I was locked in my chair to be moved, the intention was to move me to a common space, the lobby.
My wrists were locked to the armrests with oval, tight steecuffs and my collar chain was shortened slightly. The ankles were tightly in their own cuffs.
We were still in my cell and everything was fine. The guard opened cell's door and pushed me out the door.
At the same moment Erin entered the same room as us, she came through the lobby door.  She had her legcuffs on but she had no one to accompany her, practically she moved completely freely!
Basically it was nothing new to me, I was already aware of her "liberties" inside here.

Erin was talking to me in a cheerful way, trying to make a normal conversation. I answered briefly and acted like a teenage child.
My stupid behavior wasn't a surprise to anyone, everyone knows that I can't accept Erin as a friend.
But the real problem came when Erin moved behind me and tried to push me and my chair forward.
I understand now that she had a good intention to do something that might connect us more. Maybe it was even jointly planned by the Committee and Erin.

The end result was a surprise for everyone. I had a completely primitive reaction that even turned into some kind of panic reaction.
Now in hindsight it was a good thing that I was effectively strapped to my chair, basically only my thighs, fingers and head could move....unfortunately my mouth worked too, I said and screamed horrible things!
My guard reacted quickly, he quickly pulled me and my chair back to the cell. He took a leather hood from somewhere and put it on my head, it was a loose design that was tightened around my neck.
When I was quiet for a moment, the guard said that the lobby meeting has been canceled for me. I have to sit in my chair with a hood over my head until I calm down again.

The hood worked as it always does for me, I calmed down relatively quickly.
When I sat there alone I thought about what happened and my own behavior. It was completely stupid and I'm sorry for it.
My behavior was due to many things. The first thing is that I understand that we have a clear rule with Erin that we cannot touch each other under any circumstances.
I was startled because Erin came so close behind me that I couldn't see her.
In addition, I have understood that a prisoner (me) can be closely touched and escorted only by a guard.
A situation that developed so quickly, my institutionalized brain did not understand what was happening. I just knew that things didn't go according to the rules.
I got nervous because I was afraid of what would happen when the rules were broken.

I can't explain the situation better, I'm sorry.

Thanks for your opinions, I've also received some emails on the subject.
You don't have to worry, but it's nice to hear your opinions.

My uncontrolled behavior has not caused any actual additional changes to the practices. I haven't been punished for it.

The only addition is that now (after the incident) I have a leather hood on my head when/if I am moved out of my cell complex.
The hood is not used when I am moved inside the cells, such as to the bathroom or to the night time cell.

In addition, I have been warned against rude speech and shouting, including disrespectful behavior towards others.
If the behavior repeats, I will have to use a gag with hood. So it is not valid now and I will make sure that it does not happen in the future.

I'm not completely immobile for those 20 hours a day.
At night, inside my sleeping cage, I can move around a bit. Not much but still.
During the day, inside the cell, my hands are free and I can move my head.
My midsection is attached to the chair and my ankles are locked to the frame of the chair. I can't move those parts of my body when I'm locked in a chair.
However, the continuous time I am locked in the chair is about four hours. Then I can move, stand up and walk a little. It is important to also try to exercise a little when you have the opportunity to do so.

If you consider that I am in the sleeping cage for 10 hours (including preparation time), then breaks, about 3 hours.
The end result is that I sit in a chair for about 11 hours a day, which is little compared to a person who always has to use a wheelchair.

You asked how it feels... My seat is well designed, I have an air cushion seat and my body is supported by a corset.
After getting used to it, it's not a big problem.
Stretching daily is more difficult than sitting in a chair.