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<BODY><XMP>The Police Convention by Benson Quick
"Damn", I heard my husband say. "I'm one girl short for the convention
this
weekend, and I know
I'm not going to be able to find one on short notice.
"What are you looking for honey,? I asked him. "Do you need another
model?'
"Yes I do, and there are just none available for the weekend. It's
kind of a
specialized job, and there aren't many girls who will do it."
"How about me? I used to model before we got married, and since you
will be busy
at the convention this weekend, I have no plans".
Silly me, I thought that the job would be standing around on the
convention
floor handing out pamphlets to visiting police officers. My husband,
of course,
knew more than he was telling me.
I knew, though, that I was still appealing enough to model, even in
very
revealing clothes. I 'm 32, with blonde hair, (real), and a very good
body,
judging by the looks that I get from men.
"So use me" I said. Boy, was I right. I would be used.
"Honey, I don't think that you understand just what is involved in
this modeling
job, but if you want to help me out, you can't change your mind once
you get
started. I mean, you'll have no opportunity to change your mind. Once
you're in,
you're in," he said. "It is just like being police custody, following
all of
their rules and regulations."
Of course, I didn't really realize what I was getting myself into, but
I
insisted, so my husband made the call, and told me that I would be
taken
(taken?) later that day.
A little about us. My husband, Jack Kellog, runs the convention
facility
downtown. He is 34, and I think quite good looking. I'm Christine
(Chris or
Christy usually) Kellog, and I had vacation from my job as an
accountant the
week that I'm telling about.
Jack said, "let's get you ready to go. You want to look nice for the
officers
who will take you"
There's that word again. I was a little uneasy about being taken, but
I thought
he just meant that I would be given a ride to the convention center to
be
prepared for the modeling assignment. But I took a quick shower and
did my hair,
and then asked Jack what I should wear for the afternoon.
"It'll be more than the afternoon, but how about your black leather
skirt, and a
frilly white blouse?" The skirt might be a little short, but it will
make your
trip easier" Again, I wasn't quite sure what he meant.
I started to put on pantyhose, but Jack suggested that I wear thigh
high
stockings instead, and also, strap on heels. "They'll probably let you
keep
those", he said. Also, when I suggested leaving my wedding ring
behind, he said,
"no, leave it on. Most of the girls are married, and all of the
husbands love
seeing their wives at this convention." I found out later that Jack
liked it as
much as the other husbands, and that the police officers liked the
idea of
controlling another man's wife, when neither the man or his wife had
any
recourse.
"Now," Jack said, "before they come to get you, I have to explain a
little about
the part of the convention that you will be modeling for. It's for the
restraint
demonstration, especially for women prisoners. As part of your job you
have
officially been assigned administrative detention for the next 30
days. You'll
only be used for the convention, but if you're needed, one of the
companies can
require your services, subject to your guardian's consent. I, of
course, am your
guardian, and I have signed off on your being detained and restrained
according
to the commission policies for the weekend."
"Does that mean I'll be restrained for part of the weekend?" I asked.
Jack had
bound me before, in interesting ways, and I had to admit, the idea
excited me.
"Probably for the whole weekend", he answered. "You are in official
custody, and
policies must be enforced. There will be a matron present at all
times, and
there will be eleven other girls in custody with you, so you won't be
lonely.
Besides, I'll be at the center, and I'll visit you during visiting
hours."
Just then the door bell rang, and Jack moved to open it. At the door
stood two
very large police officers, and a smaller, and quite beautiful police
matron.
"Officers, and Kelly, I think that your detainee is ready to be taken.
Christy,
these two officers, and matron Kelly Collins will be taking you into
custody.
Kelly, it's strange to see you on the other side this year. You have
been a
prisoner for the last two conventions."
"Hi Jack" the matron said. "It will be strange to be free for this
weekend. I
don't know what it's like to actually talk at the convention".
Apparently, the
matron had been in detention, so perhaps I could expect some sympathy
from her.
Then, again, maybe not.
"Please turn around, Mrs. Kellog" one of the male officers asked, "and
put your
hands behind your back."
"Whatever for?, I asked, surely you're not going to restrain me now.
Aren't I
just going for the orientation?."
"Chris, you have to do as they say" Jack said, "you must understand,
they own
you for the next thirty days. If they want you handcuffed, you will be
handcuffed."
And of course, I was handcuffed. The larger of the two male officers
(I never
did learn their names) clicked the handcuffs on my wrists palm to
palm, and then
asked Kelly if she would like to complete the job of my restraints.
Officer Collins picked up a large bag that I hadn't noticed and took
out a
leather strap threaded through a red ball. "Not a gag" I thought, but
it was,
and the matron stepped behind me and gripped my jaw and inserted the
ball behind
my teeth and buckled the strap tightly behind my head. Then she took
out what
looked like a larger pair of handcuffs, but of course were leg irons.
These went
on my ankles, and my steps were now limited to only 12 or so inches.
Kelly got out one more leather strap, and said to Jack "can she touch
her elbows
behind her back". Jack, that rat, said "of course she can. Just pull
the strap
tight. She is your prisoner, Kelly. Restrain her as you see fit."
So here I was, balanced precariously on my 5 inch heels, leg ironed,
arms
clamped tightly behind my back, and gagged. "What else could they do
to me," I
thought. I soon found out.
The male officer who had handcuffed me came over and unbuttoned my
blouse and
pulled it down over my shoulders. I was wearing a stapless bra with a
front
clasp, and he opened it and pulled it off and handed it to Jack. "Her
nipples
aren't pierced", he said.
I was shocked both by the offhanded way he stripped me, and by my
husband's lack
of concern in seeing his wife handled this way. "We'll have to use the
clamps in
the van." What on earth were they going to do to my nipples? I would
not have to
wait long to find out.
The police van was out in front of the house. It looked a lot like a
hotel
courtesy van, but the windows were so dark as to be opaque. I was sure
that they
wouldn't walk me out to the van without at least a coat to cover my
bondage, but
they didn't even pull my blouse up, so I was not only bound and
gagged, but
effectively topless. I'm proud of my breasts, but not to the point of
showing
them in broad daylight to my neighbors. I didn't have much choice,
however, as
the officers took my elbows and walked me out to the van.
Jack came along, and just as we got to the sidewalk I heard our next
door
neighbor say "Hi Jack, I see you're using Chris for the convention." I
had
forgotten that Paul Anderson was the local police chief, and would be
at the
convention.
"You always said how much you'd like to see her in restraints," said
my husband.
"Here's your chance. She'll be there for the weekend."
"I'll look forward to it," he said. "Can I help strap her in the Van,
officers?
"
Of course, they couldn't turn down a request from a superior officer,
so Paul
took my elbow and led me aboard. "Don't worry Chris, he said, "You'll
enjoy
yourself". I hoped he was right.
Apparently I had been the last girl taken, since there was only one
seat left on
the van. There were eleven other girls sitting in quite unusual seats.
All were
topless, and I understood now the remark about my nipples not being
pierced. All
of the other girls had rings inserted in their nipples and were
chained to the
girl in front of them.
All were bound as I was, arms behind, elbows touching, and were
sitting, six to
a side with an aisle down the middle. All were wearing short skirts,
hiked up to
show not only the tops of their nylons, but in most cases, their
panties, and
all had their heads encased in black bags. I was placed on the last
remaining
seat, which was a narrow platform with a seatback almost like a
typists chair,
except there was no padding on either.
Paul sat me down with my arms behind the seat back, which came to
about the
middle of by back. He then took a strap from the seat back and pulled
it around
me just below my breasts. Another strap from the seat bottom came
across my legs
after being threaded through a crotch strap. Tightening this had the
effect of
pulling my skirt up almost to my panties. Certainly, the tops of my
nylons were
showing. Paul then clipped my leg iron chain to the underside of the
seat
bottom, pulling my feet of the floor.
I had noticed when I got on that all the other girls were wearing head
bags, but
I couldn't really see how their heads were immobilized. Now Kelly
brought a
metal and leather apparatus that fit into a receptacle on the side of
the van.
Paul said, "let me take your ball gag out" and I thought that there
would be a
respite from having my jaw stretched, but it wasn't to be. Paul gently
but
firmly pushed my head down to the attached pear shaped gag on the head
rack that
Kelly had attached. I had no choice but to open wide and take it into
my mouth.
Straps held my head firmly against the leather pads, so it wasn't too
uncomfortable.
"Jack, would like to kiss her goodbye" Paul asked.
"Certainly", said my husband. He came up next to me and knelt.
"Remember, honey,
you can't refuse anything. They own you for the weekend, and maybe
longer. If
you misbehave or complain, they can punish you according to the
commission
policies. Kelly will tell you what you have to do. Remember, I love
you, and
I'll be close." With that, he kissed me on my cheek, and then put my
head bag on
me, and I was blind.
"Paul, would you like to do the nipple clips? Jack asked.
"Sure" And with that I felt hands pulling at my nipples which were
already quite
erect, and then clamps tightening around them. "We'll have her pierced
at the
Jail," Paul said, "but these will secure her for now according to
policy". I
could feel the chain from the nipple clips pulling slightly as it was
connected
to something, probably the front of the prisoner compartment, since I
had the
front seat, and there was no girl in front of me for my nipples to be
chained
to.
As the van started to move I felt the pressure from the strap between
my thighs
slide higher pushing my skirt up and starting to put pressure on my
cunt. Being
exhibited bound, gagged, and topless for the neighborhood had already
gotten me
excited, and I hoped that visiting hour would come soon so that Jack
could take
care of my needs. And then I thought, "what if they won't let him fuck
me, I am
after all a prisoner." And I was a thoroughly silenced prisoner too,
so I
couldn't ask Kelly.
The ride seemed interminable, but eventually we stopped. Since I had
been the
last girl taken I would be the last girl removed from the van. When it
was
finally my turn Kelly took off my head bag, unstrapped me from the
headrest and
allowed me to remove my mouth from the gag.
My freedom only lasted a second, however, and before I could say a
word she had
re inserted my ball gag, which had been left hanging around my neck
for the trip
to wherever we were. Kelly unstrapped me from the seat and I stood
unsteadily in
the aisle of the van while she replaced the head bag and pulled the
collar
tight. "Just follow along", she said, "and we'll get you processed for
the
night.
I don't think that I realized that I was going to spend the night
here, but I
didn't have much to say about it at this point. They owned me, and
would do what
they wanted with me. With Kelly's guidance I walked from the van into
a
building, but I could feel a slight chill as we walked outside for a
minute or
so. I wondered who was looking at a bound and gagged girl, headbagged
and
topless, being led into somewhere. The idea was exciting.
Kelly stopped me, and said "Just stand here, Chris" The sergeant is
here for
your in processing.
I heard then another man's voice say, "officers, you may strip your
prisoners
for the search now". God, topless wasn't enough. Now I was to be
stripped naked,
and I still had the nipple piercing to look forward to.
I felt someone unzip my skirt at the back, then slide it down my legs
and over
the chains on my ankles. A man's voice asked for a scissors, and then
I felt my
panties being cut from my legs and drawn slowly over my cunt. Was a
man
stripping me? I didn't know, but there was nothing I could do about it
now. They
managed to get my blouse off without cutting it by first releasing my
elbow
straps, and then pulling the blouse down to the handcuffs, then
restrapping my
elbows, releasing my handcuffs, removing the blouse, then recuffing my
wrists.
Kelly, just as Jack had predicted, said that I could keep my thigh
high nylons
and strap on heels.
The voice that had earlier commanded our stripping now told the
officers that
they could take off the head bags. It was a relief to see after all
this time,
and I saw my companions in bondage for the first time. Like me, all
were naked
except for nylons and heels. Apparently this was standard practice,
and I would
have to ask my husband how he knew.
"Girls, you are here to work for the weekend, but make no mistake, you
are
prisoners under the commission rules. We want to know how well our
restraint
systems work, and we want to show the conventioneers an attractive
package. You
girls are that package, and will be treated as such. I notice that we
have one
prisoner who does not have her nipples pierced for the required
leashing of
female prisoners. She will be taken to the doctor now, and the rest of
you may
be taken to the day room, for relaxation, suitably restrained, of
course."
"Kelly, would you take your prisoner to the doctor's office for her
piercing?"
"Of course", said Kelly, and took me by the elbow. "Don't worry,
Chris," she
said as we walked down a corridor. "It doesn't hurt as much as you
might think,
and they won't leash you until tomorrow. By then you won't even need a
light
anesthetic." I had it done at my first convention, and I love having
rings in my
nipples. My husband loves it too, and a girl can never tell when she
might be
taken into custody."
At least I could see now, even if I couldn't speak through my ball
gag. We
entered an office where we were greeted by a nice looking young man in
a white
jacket.
"This is doctor Collins, my brother-in-law ," Kelly told me. "He'll be
doing the
piercing of your nipples and inserting the leash rings. Really, Chris,
you'll
find them a lot more comfortable than nipple clamps for leashing a
girl." I
didn't know how much time I would spend leashed after this weekend,
but Kelly
seemed to think I would need them in the future. Maybe I would.
"Hi Chris," said Kelly's brother-in-law, "if you'll just come over
here we can
get started."
Kelly led me over to a post in the center of the office with a narrow
seat which
could be adjusted up or down, and a bolster that apparently went
against my
shoulders. It seemed to be made to restrain a girl who already had her
arms
bound behind her. Kelly turned me so that my back was to the post with
the
bolster between my shoulders, then adjusted the seat so that it came
just up to
my ass.
She then took a strap and bound me to the seat. Next, she took a strap
from the
bolster and strapped me around my chest, just above my breasts. One
more strap
around my neck completed the ensemble.
"Now," said the doctor, "let's use the brank the hold her head still.
I want no
movement when the rings are inserted, and it will make it more
comfortable for
Chris." He reached up and pulled down a birdcage looking arrangement.
"Kelly, if
you would please remove her gag". Kelly unbuckled my ball gag and
pulled it from
my mouth, but immediately the doctor pulled the brank down over my
head and
inserted a bit in my mouth which held my tongue down, and again I
could not
speak. The whole apparatus was bolted to the post, and my head was
immobile.
"Kelly, I think one more strap around her ankles, and that should do
it" said
the doctor. Kelly immediately complied, and I couldn't move an inch in
any
direction.
The doctor then brought up a chest high table and laid my breasts on
it. He
showed me two lovely gold rings which would soon be attached to me.
"Usually we just use stainless for the ordinary prisoners, but since
you are
modeling, we give you these gold rings as sort of a bonus. Now, we
will need
your nipples erect. An ice cube will work, but I prefer a more
personal
approach." With that he took my nipples in his mouth and used his
tongue to
excite them. As turned on as I had gotten being so casually paraded
around
topless and bound, it didn't take long for my nipples to be ready. He
spread a
little anesthetic around my breasts. In just a second it was done, and
I was
pierced. I couldn't look down since I was branked, but I could feel
the weight
of the rings pulling on my nipples. I had thought that the other girls
looked
extremely sexy with their nipple rings, and I thought that I would be
proud of
mine. I hoped that Jack liked them.
"Chris, we'll give you a few minutes to recover. Kelly, while you're
here, let
me take a look at your rings. I want to make sure there is no tearing
after your
party the other night. My brother was a little harsh with your
nipples, and so
were some of the other guests. Please take off your blouse and bra
while we let
Chris recover."
Kelly followed the doctor's orders and stripped to the waist. She had
beautiful
breasts, a little larger than mine, but she was a bigger girl than me.
The
doctor led her to a post similar to mine and strapped her neck to the
bolster to
hold her still. I wondered if it was necessary, but Kelly didn't seem
to mind.
He examined her nipples, kissed her tenderly, a kiss which she seemed
to return
eagerly, then released her, and told her she could get dressed.
"It seems a shame to have you clothed this year" he said, "you always
look so
good in restraints."
"Come over next weekend", she said, "and bring Terry. Ted plans on
having me
bound for the whole weekend, and I'm sure he'll have some restraints
left over
for your beautiful wife as well. If you want to fuck me then, of
course I won't
be able to stop you, and I know Ted would like to fuck Terry."
I was amazed at this exchange. Did these women really spend time
getting fucked
in restraints and exchanging partners. Did Jack know about this. I
would have to
ask him, if I ever got a voice back.
Kelly released me from the brank and was nice enough to let me
excersise my jaw
a little before reinserting my ball gag, but I didn't have time to ask
her about
her sex life. Even though she was responsible for guiding a naked
(except for
nylons and heels) girl around, the naked and bound girl (me) didn't
feel that
she knew her matron well enough to ask about her sex life. I was,
however,
thinking about my sex life, in that I wanted some soon. I really hoped
that Jack
would come to visit me and that we could make love, even if I could
not be
released from my restraints.
"We'll take you to the day room now, and you can meet the rest of the
prisoners.
They are all here for the convention, just as you are, but just as you
are, they
are really restrained, and will be for the duration of the convention,
or beyond
at the discretion of their guardians. Last year after the convention
my husband
and guardian allowed one of the police departments to take me back to
their
department for a week. He even gave them permission to have sex with
me. I've
never been so thoroughly fucked in my life after that week. You might
ask Jack
if he'd like that for you."
I was amazed again at this revelation. I couldn't imagine Jack giving
me
sexually for a week, although we had discussed me being fucked by
another man
while he watched. I'd have to think about this, but while I was
thinking my cunt
was getting very wet. I wanted to be taken soon!
Kelly took me into the dayroom where the other girls lay around
talking. All had
their gags removed from their mouths, but they were still strapped
around their
throats. Kelly released my ball gag and strapped it loosely around my
throat.
Two of the girls lay on the sofas, but the rest were on the carpeted
floor. All
had their wrists tied to their ankles in what I learned was called a
"hog tie".
They all seemed comfortable, but helpless. "Girls, this is Christine
Kellog.
She's new this year, so help her learn the ropes...and chains, and
gags, etc.
Chris, please lay on the floor so that I can hog tie you."
I didn't see that I had much choice, so carefully, and with Kelly's
help I
lowered myself to the floor. I was glad that my nipples were still
anesthetized
while Kelly bound my wrists to my ankles, which had been further
restrained by
the addition of a leather strap, so I no longer could separate my feet
at all. I
was then able to roll over on my side so as not to be laying on my
breasts.
Kelly said that she would be back later and left me with my fellow
prisoners.
For the next hour or so I was able to talk to several of them, and I
gathered
that this was a regular event for them, and their favorite. "A weekend
in
restraints can be very restful," a girl named Carol told me. "My
husband ties me
quite often and he and his friends take turns fucking me while I'm
bound. It
takes away all my responsibilities in sex and I just lay there, or
hang there,
or whatever, and come and come." The talk of sex made me hornier than
ever, and
I told her that I couldn't wait for Jack to come and visit.
"Oh, he can't fuck you" Carol told me. "Conjugal visits aren't
permitted for
detainees this weekend. If you like, though, or rather if your
guardian likes,
you can be permitted to have sex with a person in authority. I realize
how hot
you can get being naked and bound, and that is part of the penalty of
being a
prisoner. Normally, prisoners aren't allowed any sex, but since we are
models
for the restraint convention, exceptions are made. There is no sex
permitted
with your guardian, but others can have you with his permission."
"Do all the girls have a guardian," I asked.
"We have to" Carol answered. "It's part of the rules for modeling in
restraints.
Someone has to be responsible for us, since we are helpless most of
the time we
are in custody. Usually it's a girl's husband, but not always. Traci,
the blonde
over on the sofa, isn't married, so her father is her guardian. And
Mary, the
redhead, is 46, but doesn't look it. She is divorced, so her son
allows her to
be bound for the weekend. It might be a little kinky, but they seem to
like it.
Her son's girlfriend got her into bondage, and now they take turns
tying each
other."
Traci, the blonde, looked quite young, with small breasts. Mary, on
the other
hand, was obviously older, but beautiful in a very stately way. Her
breasts may
have sagged a little, but her skin was just lovely. Like all of us,
she was
hogtied and laying on her stomach talking quietly.
After a while Kelly and three other matrons came to get us for dinner.
"On your
knees, girls. You all know the drill." I didn't know the drill, but I
followed
the lead of my companions and with some difficulty, and some help from
Kelly, I
got to my knees.
"Open wide", another matron said, and I saw that all the girls waited
with their
mouths open as the matrons went to each in turn and inserted her ball
gag and
locked the buckle behind her neck. When Kelly got to me I waited
patiently with
my mouth open to be gagged.
We all then stood up and were lined up by the matrons in single file.
Kelly said
that since I had just been pierced I would lead the coffle of girls to
the
cafeteria. I looked over my shoulder and saw that each girl was
getting a
y-chain attached to her nipple rings, and then the chain was attached
to the
elbow strap of the girl in front. Kelly took pity on my sore nipples,
and
attached a collar tightly around my throat, with a leash at the front
of it.
With this complete she led us out of the day room and down several
corridors to
the dining hall. This was the first time that I had seen most of the
building,
and now I realized that I was at the county jail. I think it really
hit home
then that I was a prisoner, and would not be going home until they
were ready to
let me.
In the cafeteria were seated in individual chairs with high narrow
backs. The
matrons then strapped our throats to the seat back before releasing
our arms and
removing our ball gags to allow us to eat.
I could see that on the other prisoners the neck straps were locked,
and I
assumed that mine was as well. As we finished we were instructed to
put our
hands behind our backs to be re-cuffed. When all the prisoners were
again
restrained, the throat straps were released, and we were taken to our
cells
individually.
"Jack is coming to visit in a few minutes", Kelly told me, "so let's
get you
ready."
"We'll restrain you in a way I know he likes. I was bound like this
when I met
your husband." With that, she had me kneel at a post and lean against
a padded
bolster. A strap around my chest held me tightly, but then my matron
brought out
a ball gag with a metal rod protruding from the ball. This rod screwed
into the
post at just about mouth level. She then removed the gag that I had
been wearing
(but leaving it buckled at my throat) and took a handful of my hair,
said "open
wide", and made me take the fixed ball gag into my mouth. She then
buckled the
gag strap tightly behind my neck under my hair. I thought that I was
completely
immobile, but just to make sure, Kelly pulled my feet up, and with a
strap
secured my ankles to my thighs, so that my red strap on heels were
touching my
naked ass. I was in a vertical hog tie, and of course, completely
helpless.
"Jack will be here in a few minutes", Kelly said. "I'm going to rub
your
shoulders a little if you don't mind. I know how sore you can get with
your arms
tied all day. I've done it myself." With that she massaged my
shoulders and
arms, and generally touched me all over, including my legs, ass, and
my tits.
Bound and helpless as I was I was having trouble thinking of my body
in nice
terms. I was a girl, not a lady or woman, with tits and an ass, not
breasts and
behind. And I was getting hotter by the minute, which I found out
later was
Kelly's plan, at the instigation of my husband.
"When Jack gets here, you can ask him if you can be fucked", Kelly
said. It was
an idea that would have never occurred to me that morning, when I had
been a
housewife with no plans for the weekend, but now that I was a naked
prisoner I
was ready to beg my husband to let other men fuck me.
Jack got there just a moment later, and asked Kelly if my gag could be
removed.
I think then it really hit home that neither I nor my husband had any
control
over my actions once he had signed me over into custody. If he had to
ask to
change my restraints, obviously the authorities were in charge.
But Kelly did give him permission, so Jack released my gag strap,
though I was
still bound tightly to the pole, balanced on my knees. He ran his
hands tenderly
over my naked body much as Kelly had, and much to my surprise the
first words
out of my mouth were "Honey, please can I get fucked?"
It wasn't what I had planned to say. It just came out.
"Once again, Chris, I want you to be sure what you are asking for. If
I sign off
on you getting fucked by the authorities this weekend any officer who
wants you
can fuck you at his own convenience, you may not refuse", Jack told
me. " I know
that Paul wants to be among the first, but you'll probably be very
popular since
this is your first convention. Are you sure it's what you want?"
"Yes please honey" I said, "if it's all right with you. I know we've
talked
about me getting fucked by other men, and if it's all right with the
authorities
you can watch, or I'll tell you all about it. But I'm so hot now, and
they say
that you can't fuck me while I'm in custody."
"Yes, that's right. If it's what you want, it's all right with me." my
husband
said. "Kelly, would you prepare the paperwork permitting my wife to be
fucked?"
"It's right here Jack," my matron said. "I kind of thought that Chris
would want
it ready. The chief is waiting, so if you like I'll get Chris into a
little more
accessible position while you sign off on your wife's activities."
Kelly handed Jack a clip board with an official looking document on it
which he
read and signed while the matron released me from the pole. She kept
my heels
strapped tightly to my thighs, however, and my arms were still
strapped tightly
behind my back. She and Jack then lifted me to the bed in my cell and
placed me
in a kneeling position. Kelly then got out a metal tube about four
inches in
diameter with bolts and wing nuts protruding from either end. She then
pulled up
from either side of the bed braces with slots for the bolts on the
tube. She
tightened the wing nuts and the tube was stretched across my bed. I
didn't know
what this was for, but I suspected it was not to make me more
comfortable. I was
right. She reached into a drawer and took out what appeared to be a
small dildo
shaped just like a penis. It had a threaded base and a strap. She
attached this
to the tube, and then told me, "normally we just use a pear gag for
the
detainees, but for the models we like to get a little creative, so we
had these
made up. I think you'll like it. I know I do."
Once again I had no control as I was about to be gagged and fucked. I
said the
my husband, "I love you Jack, thank you for letting me do this."
"I love you too, babe," he said, and with that he kissed me and then
pushed my
head down and made me take the cock gag in my mouth and strapped my
head in
place. My husband had made me helpless for another man to fuck me, and
I could
feel the moisture from my cunt on the insides of my thigh. I had never
been so
hot in my life.
What can I say about being fucked? There are plenty of descriptions,
but
everyone knows the mechanics of fucking. Paul knelt briefly by the
side of the
bed and talked to me, telling me how much he was looking forward to
fucking me,
while he ran his hands over my breasts and the rest of my body,
getting me even
hotter than I had been. When he entered me I started to come
immediately, and I
don't think I stopped until he came inside me. When he finished, he
kissed my
cheek (my mouth was unavailable) thanked me, and left.
Kelly cleaned me with a warm cloth, but if I thought I was done, I was
mistaken.
At least three more times that evening I was fucked by men that I
didn't know,
and couldn't see. And I just kept thinking that I had begged my
husband to allow
his prisoner wife to be gangbanged like this.
What a change in my life since this morning.
While I was being fucked in my helpless position I could hear from
other cells
in the area the sounds of moaning muted by ball gags, and I knew that
I was not
the only girl whose guardian had permitted her to be fucked. It seemed
to go on
for a long time and I hoped that the other prisoners wouldn't wear out
the men.
I wanted and needed more fucking.
At eleven PM, or so Kelly told me it was, I was put to bed to rest for
my
display the following day. She changed by bondage to a neck collar
with attached
wrist cuffs. With my hands thus restrained, she laid me on my back,
with the
cock gag now pointing down and secured in my mouth, then locked down
preventing
any head movements. A spreader bar on my ankles completed my ensemble,
the light
went out, and I slept.
The next morning Kelly released me from the bed, but of course
handcuffed and
leg ironed me before allowing me out of my cell.
"We'll take you to get showered and have your hair and makeup done
before
breakfast," she told me. "You don't have to be at the show until
noon." I
thought that saying that I would "get showered" was an odd way to put
it, but
that is exactly what happened. All twelve of us were taken naked and
still bound
into a large shower room where we were met by six naked male police
officers.
"Girls, these officers will be showering you. Cooperate with them, and
you'll
probably like having it done," the matron told us.
The officers came to each of us and showered us with hoses with shower
heads on,
and the water was at a very comfortable temperature. The soaping was
the good
part, however, when we were touched all over by men who had total
control over
our bodies for the weekend. Even after my fucking the night before I
was getting
hot all over again, which I found out later was the idea.
They wanted us to look wanton for our display later in the day.
After the shower they dried us with soft fluffy towels and took us to
the
dayroom where three chairs had been set up for the beauticians. Since
they would
only do three of us at a time, the rest of went to breakfast, then
came back to
be attended to. Our morning meal was served just as dinner had been
the night
before, with our necks padlocked to our chairs. I wondered as I ate
how many men
would pay to watch a dozen naked and bound housewives being led around
as we
were, and to hear those naked prisoners begging their husbands or
fathers or
sons to let them be fucked.
It's not an idea I would have had yesterday.
When I finished my breakfast I was re-cuffed and taken back to the
dayroom where
I was bound into a chair with a low back by means of straps across my
lap and
another just under my breasts.
My arms went behind the seat back. The male beautician released my
ball gag and
for the first time since yesterday it didn't even hang around my
throat.
"We'll be using white gags for today," he told me. "The white balls
really stand
out against a girl's red lipstick." When he had finished with my hair
and facial
makeup he had me stand and had a matron recuff my hands in front of me
so that
he could suspend me from a hook in the ceiling by my wrists. "We'll do
a little
body makeup," he said, "though your skin is so good that you won't
need much."
I was very flattered by his compliment, and I loved feeling his hands
on me as
he applied the body makeup. Since I was still ungagged I asked him to
give his
card to Jack so that I could have him attend to me in the future. I
had a
feeling that I would be spending a lot of time in restraints, and he
was good
with a bound female.
When we were all done were uncuffed and for the first time since
yesterday I had
use of my hands, though I was still leg ironed. The matrons let us use
the
bathroom and brush our teeth, then we were given our clothes and told
to dress.
My nylons had been sort of made a mess of yesterday and of course my
panties had
been cut off and my bra left at home, but Jack had brought some
stockings and
panties for me. He had been thoughtful and brought along panties that
tied at
the sides so that they would not have to be cut off me today. The
matrons told
us to leave our blouses unbuttoned so that we could be leashed. We
would not of
course be left unrestrained while we put on our nylons and panties, so
the
nipple leashes were attached to us while our leg irons were off.
As soon as all the prisoners had put on nylons and panties, we were
handcuffed,
leg ironed, our elbows were tied tightly together, and we were ball
gagged with
our new white balls. We were then attached by our nipple leashes to
the elbow
strap of the girl ahead (Mary was just ahead of me) and our coffle was
led out
to the van for transport to the convention center.
Our transport was just as it had been yesterday, except that this time
I sat
closer to the back and my nipples had been pierced for leashing. Our
mouths were
once again gagged by the fixed gags on the van, and we were
headbagged. The only
difference was that this time I knew what to expect, and I was
enjoying myself.
I was particularly enjoying the feeling of the crotch strap rubbing on
my cunt,
which was probably the reason it was there. They wanted us hot for our
display.
We got the the convention center a few minutes early, and were brought
to the
hallway where the attendees for the restraint demonstrations would
pass to get
into the hall where we would be displayed in restraints. The hall was
actually
part of the display, since that is where we prisoners would wait until
taken
inside. The matrons buttoned our blouses, although with our elbows
tight behind
our backs we might as well have been topless. None of the girls were
wearing a
bra and all of us had erect nipples, and of course you could see the
rings on
all the girls' nipples.
Along each side of the hall were mounted leather collars on poles. The
collars
could be slid up and down so that they could be used on any girl no
matter how
tall or short. Just above the neck collar was a locking ball gag in
case the
prisoner did not have her own. We were locked in these collars to wait
for the
audience, but our matrons took out our ball gags and said that we
could talk
quietly for while, since we were early.
Mary was collared just across the hall from me, and since we were so
tightly
collared that we couldn't turn our heads we looked each other in the
eyes as we
talked.
"I see you've become a restraint slut, just like the rest of us," she
said. I
almost took offense at her remark, but I realized it was true.
"Don't feel bad, Chris," she said. "We all feel the same way. We look
forward to
this convention each year. I was in the cell next to yours last night
and I
heard you beg your husband to let you get fucked. I know it seems kind
of
demeaning, but like all of us, once you're collared you get hot.
Imagine how I
feel having to ask my son to let his mom get fucked," she said. I
could imagine
it, but
I was starting to know how hot I could get in restraints.
"Mary", I asked, "how did you happen to get your son for a guardian?
Couldn't a
boyfriend be your guardian?"
"When my husband and I were together we were always very open about
sex, and my
son saw me
in restraints quite often. His father designs prisoner restraints, and
used me
for a model. He designed the collars that are holding us now. It's
called the
"Corridor Coffle" and I have a two collar models
at home. He also liked watching me get fucked by other men while I was
bound,
and when the kids grew up it became hard to hide that, so we didn't
try. So my
son is my guardian, and you'll meet my ex-husband soon. He's one of
the
distributors who'll be at the show. We're still very good friends, but
we can't
seem to live together. He still uses me to model his new restraints."
The matrons came by then and said that it was time to be quiet and re
inserted
our ball gags. As much as I could I looked at my companions in the
hallway. We
all looked like normal girls, not sluts or models, except that we were
bound and
gagged with our breasts sticking out because of the way were tied. A
group of
men and women came down the hall and several made very nice comments
about the
restrained models. Several of the men and women stopped to look at me
and ran
their hands over my bonds to test their security and to feel me. I
hoped that
they enjoyed it as much as I did. A man that I took to be Mary's
ex-husband
stopped to talk to her, telling her that the coffle never looked so
good as when
she was restrained in it's collar. He kissed her on the cheek, pinched
her
nipples, and went into the auditorium.
Now it was time for the show, and one by one the girls were taken from
their
collars and marched across the stage, arms bound, gagged, and hobbled
by leg
irons. We all made it without tripping, and then we were put on
display. I
waited patiently, as if there were any thing else I could do, with my
arms bound
and gagged. From backstage I couldn't see what was happening, but
Kelly came
over and told me what I would be doing when it was my turn. Chris,
you'll be
demonstrating a new restraint that allows a girl to be restrained and
stripped
without having to cut off her clothes after she is brought in bound as
you are.
Just go along with the officer doing the demo, and it will work out
fine. I
don't want to tell you too much about it because the audience likes a
look of
surprise on the models."
Kelly walked me out on the stage where I was taken by two male
officers and led
to a metal apparatus which consisted of a post about three feet high
with a bar
across the top on a 45 degree angle. One end of the cross bar had a
leather belt
attached, and the other end had a metal collar. The officers
unbuttoned my
blouse and buckled my waist to the bar with the leather strap, then
leaned me
forward to collar my throat. They then released my arms, but collared
as I was,
I could do nothing. With my arms free they could easily remove my
blouse, then
just as they had done yesterday, they unzipped my skirt and removed
it. They
made short work of my panties with the side ties, and once again I was
dressed
only in my nylons, high heels, and my wedding rings.
The officer retied my arms behind me, and said to the audience, "Now
the
prisoner can be searched completely without hindrance. Christine here
has
already been thoroughly examined, so we won't bother but she will be
available
backstage if any of you would like a closer look. Chris, by the way is
Jack
Kellog's wife. Most of you know Jack as the center manager, and he has
signed
over all authority over Chris for the convention."
I'm not sure, but I think that he just told everyone that they could
fuck me.
I was taken backstage again, and I was only used once more that
afternoon, for a
demo of a girl prisoner's uniform which could be quickly removed for a
strip
search without removing any of her restraints. The uniform was a dress
with a
halter top with velcro securing the strap around her neck. With just a
tug the
strap separated and again I was naked on the stage. I guess they liked
looking
at naked and bound girls, and I was beginning to like being bound,
naked, and
looked at.
I hoped that soon I would be bound, naked, and fucked.
After the show several members of the audience came backstage to meet
the
models, and we were all fondled a lot. Before this weekend I would
have been
amazed that I would let men (and women) that I had never met touch me
the way
that these people did, but of course there was no question of me
letting them do
anything, since I was bound and gagged, and my loving husband had
given his
permission.
After a while we were again leashed by our nipples and taken to the
van for
return to our cells.
We were not given our clothes back after the display, so all twelve of
us were
marched through the hall naked except for our restraints and high
heels.
Dinnertime bondage was the same as it had been for other meals, and
then we were
to be freshened up for the tour of the facility scheduled for that
evening. We
would be the guests of honor, suitable restrained, of course.
Before I was taken to the beautician, however, Kelly told me that the
doctor
would like to see me to check on my pierced nipples. It had seemed so
normal to
be leashed that I really hadn't thought about them for a while, but I
went
along.
"Hi Chris", he said as we entered his clinic. "Kelly, if you would
just put
Chris on the post I'll take a look at her nipples." I didn't think
that I would
have to be restrained just for a check, but I was learning that girls
were kept
restrained in this place. Once again I was strapped on a seat with a
neck collar
holding my head, and then branked as I had been for my initial visit.
Kelly then went a step further by hooking my leg iron chain to the
seat bottom.
This had the effect of making me spread my knees to maintain my
balance. The
doctor came up and briefly examined by breasts, and then said "the
nipples look
fine Chris, and since you're here and naked and bound, if you don't
mind I'll
fuck you." Gagged as I was I could hardly say no, but as hot as I was
I wouldn't
have anyway.
"I love looking in a bound girl's eyes when I fuck her", he said as he
entered
me. I'm sure that my eyes got wider. I know my cunt did. I couldn't
see down,
branked as I was, but I could feel the size of his cock as fucked me,
and it
felt huge. "Kelly, would you like to help?" and the matron came over
and reached
between us and rubbed my clit. I was hot enough before she started,
but that put
me over the edge. I started coming, moaning and trying to say
something, but of
course with the bit in my mouth nothing intelligible came out. As I
was
experiencing multiple orgasms, probably nothing intelligible would
have come out
of my mouth even had I been free. This had to be the most pleasurable
doctor
visit in my life.
When Doctor Collins (I still didn't know his first name) finished
fucking me his
sister in law took me back to the cell block, and this time since we
were a
little behind the other girls who had already finished their showers,
Kelly
stripped and showered me. I had never been touched quite that
intimately by
another woman, and had I been free I might not have enjoyed it so
much.
Sometime soon when Kelly was bound and I was free we would have to try
this
again. As Kelly washed me she said "as usual, Al (his first name,
finally)
really filled you up. I can feel his come running out of your cunt.
You should
feel it when he comes in your mouth. I always have come running down
my chin and
onto my chest when he's done. He likes to use a ring gag on me when he
fucks my
mouth so that I can't close my mouth when he comes, then his wife
licks the come
off of me." It sounded like a very pleasurable way to get cleaned up.
Kelly took me back in for the hairdresser to touch up my hair and
makeup, then
restrained me with the neck collar with wrists cuffs, and by tying my
ankles
together, but crossed so that I could open my legs and my cunt would
be
accessible. I was, of course, naked except for my restraints and
wedding rings.
Jack came into visit me then. "Hi honey he said. How is your
imprisonment
going.?"
"You knew what was going to happen to me when you let me do this,
didn't you?" I
said.
"Of course I did. I've been trying for a long time to think of a way
to ask you
to do something like this." he said. "I watched some of your
activities last
night, and it sure seemed that you enjoyed yourself. I had to leave
when
visiting hours were over, but Paul said that I can have copies of the
security
camera tapes from your cell. I think we may have made a big change in
our
lives."
"I agree," I replied, " but are you sure that you want to see other
men take
control of me and fuck me? It may be hard to take."
"The only thing that is going to be hard is my cock", he said. "I
couldn't
believe how excited I got last night watching Paul fuck you. By the
way, he said
that when you get home he want's to talk to you about some unpaid
parking
tickets."
"I don't have any unpaid parking tickets" I said. "I don't know what
he's
talking about.
"I think he may just want to take you into custody while he
investigates," Jack
said. "I may be able to talk him into home detention if he can stop by
the
supervise."
"I think that I might like that, if he can bring along Kelly as a
matron, and
maybe her brother in law. He has a cock like a horse, which he used on
me
recently. I hear her husband likes her in bondage also, so it might be
a fun
party."
"You're really getting into this, aren't you", he said. Well, tomorrow
you'll be
home, but not necessarily free of restraints, and then it'll be my
turn to fuck
my helpless wife. Right now, though, I think that there some of the
delegates to
the convention who would like to interact with the models, so let me
insert your
ball gag, and I'm going home to think about what's happening to you.
Remember,
though, I love you, especially when your cunt is full of come."
For the rest of the night I was confined in my cell in a number of
interesting
positions while interesting things were done to me. I'm not sure how
many times
I was fucked that night, but after a while my climaxes were almost
continuous.
The next day we were to be released at noon, so they let us sleep in.
That night
I spent face down with my mouth around a pear gag and my head strapped
down. My
arms were tied behind my back, and a spreader bar held my legs apart.
For the trip home they told us that instead of the van we would be
taken in
individual limos, and I looked forward to being free. I should have
known
better. I was allowed to dress again in my short leather skirt, thigh
high
nylons, strap on heels, and a frilly white blouse, which had to
remained
unbuttoned. The guards then put a leather harness consisting of straps
which
went over and under my breasts, connected to a vertical strap in back
with cuffs
for my wrists and elbows. The vertical strap went up to a collar, and
down to
extend through my legs and attach to the lower strap in front. This of
course
had the effect of forcing my breasts out and pulling my skirt up. When
I was
encased in the harness and ball gagged I was taken out to the limo
where I was
seated facing rearward in the center. I was strapped to the seat by a
matron,
then Paul, our next door neighbor got in. "I'll escort you home,
Chris," he
said, and with that he attached a leash to my nipple rings and told
the driver
to proceed.
Jack was happy to see me, but did nothing to release me from my bonds
when I got
home. he met the limo at the curb, took control of my nipple leash,
thanked
Paul, and led me into the house. I think that this time I was less
embarrassed
about being displayed for the neighbors, or maybe I was just getting
used to it.
It was several hours later when I was finally free, and for most of
that time my
husband had his cock in me. This new lifestyle was going to take a lot
of
thought and discussion, if I ever got ungagged. I wasn't entirely sure
how
comfortable I would be with it, but as hot as I was in restraints, I
knew that I
would have to continue my life as a restaint slut. I was stiff and
sore from the
straps and ropes and gags and cuffs, but I looked forward excitedly to
being
taken into custody once again.
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