Bianca's Place

In Custody
by Cuff Master
His hands almost shook when he read the letter. It was printed on an old-style line printer. The letterhead was that of the District Attorney, and he was the addressee.
"The defendant is find guilty of all of the charges. For reckless driving the sentence is 20 days in jail, an open container of alcohol in a vehicle is 20 days in jail. For disturbing the peace 20 days in jail. All of the jail sentences are to be served consecutively." stood on the letter.
"I guess I made a really poor decision. That's an real understatement!" he
thought. Speeding and trying to loose the police who tried to pull him over
wasn't the cleverest thing to do.
Now he was faced with this letter. It indicated that a warrant had been
sworn out for his arrest. The DA agreed to drop the felony escape, but he
wouldn't budge on other driving offenses. He did agree to combine the
disorderly conduct and disturbing the traffic charges, but he never dreamed
that he could land in jail! For two months!
He was to report to the Sheriff's office within 3 days to turn himself in
to face the charges, or a warrant would be issued for his arrest and he would
face charges that could result in an additional two year sentence in jail
His heart raced as he entered the sheriff's office, and approached the
information officer at the front desk.
The receptionist was a blonde woman, a quite beautiful police matron. She
smiled at him. He handed her the letter he had received.
She smiled again and said, "Please be seated. You will be taken shortly."
There was a fairly large room with rows of wooden benches. He walked over
to the bench and seated.
A few moments later she appeared in the doorway. "Please, stand up and turn
around," she called.
He slowly rose and walked toward her. As he rose, she took her handcuffs
out of the holder on her belt, and waited for him to approach her.
He turned his back to the deputy. She firmly took his arm and applied a
twisting motion. He allowed her to guide him with her firm grip, and felt
warm metal applied about his wrists. Each wrist was cuffed tightly so that
there remained no play about his wrists whatsoever.
Next came a clattering, as she produced a pair of leg irons. She knelt by
him side, and he co-operated by putting forward his feet. The ratchets were
quickly latched shut.
"So… it's two month in jail," she said to him
Then she was taken behind the door.
Taking him by the elbow, she pulled it upward and toward the direction of
the door. He stumbled in his chains as he was taken into custody.
"According to the regulations, you are to be treated as prisoner with high
escape risk" she continued. "All security imposed on such prisoners will be
imposed upon you. I am authorized to use any security measures I deem
necessary We are going to keep you in heavy restrains for the whole time."
This was a joke, he thought. Surely they wouldn't keep him so severely tied
up for an entire 2 months.
He tried to resist as she led him to the far door on the right.
"Kelly, can you please help me restraining this prisoner," she said to a
beautiful blonde officer.
"My pleasure, Rachel" she answered.
Then they almost pushed him down the long hallway, and finally into a small
cell. He was kept in handcuffs and leg irons.
"Come here and turn around" Rachel ordered.
"We better replace your handcuffs" Rachel explained. "I am going to put you
in hinged handcuffs. They're double-locking so they won't over-tighten if
you roll over on them, and see how they're hinged instead of being joined
by a little chain? When I lock them on you with the key holes pointing up,
even if you ever did somehow get hold of the key you still wouldn't be able to
get out of them without help
Then his handcuffs were replaced and he was very tightly re-cuffed with
hinged handcuffs.
"These handcuffs are a little tight" he tried with more than a hint of
irritation in his voice.
"Your comfort just left your control" was the replay.
Then she was helped down on the floor and placed face down on his belly.
He tried to turn around with confusion.
"What are you talking about?" he said to the women.
"You are ours now and we are going to secure you in the most stringent ways
imaginable." Rachel said
"I've never agreed something like that!" he started.
"Well, we are here to put you in heavy bondage restraints and that's what
we are about to do. Hogtied with hinged handcuffs, gagged, chained and hooded" Kelly stated.
"You are joking, right?" he asked. "Gagged? For the night, too? Give me a
break!
"And you are not released until your sentence is over." Rachel continued.
"Okay, Kelly, let's get him trussed and hogtied."
"Hogtied? What does it mean?" he asked.
"You don't know what a hogtie is?" she asked innocently. "You are about to
find out"
"I'd better explain what we are putting on you," Rachel said. "And if you
co-operate with us, it will be easier for you"
Kelly reached down and grabbed his ankles and hinged handcuffs were placed
around his ankles. Then the leg irons were removed.
"Now lift your legs straight up your back, please". Then both handcuffs
were connected together with a heavy padlock.
"Now you are hogtied" Rachel explained.
Then he felt a leather belt being looped around his upper arms and
tightened roughly. His elbows were now almost touching behind his back. Then the belt was buckled there.
Kelly put a small rubber ball in his right palm.
"Do me a favor and squeeze this ball tightly please," she said.
He complied with this seemingly innocent request. He felt something being
forced over her right hand with the ball in it.
"These are called thumbless mittens. They are made of leather and their
name explains what they are. When I put your hands in these, your fingers are forced into tight fists that you cannot open. These lock on with a key I
have."
The mittens were tight over his hand and the ball. Once placed on he could
not move his fingers even slightly. The ball in his palm prevented him
from closing his hands at all. He heard a lock click as the mitten was sealed
on.
A second rubber ball was placed into his left hand and his fingers pushed
around it. Another tight mitten was slipped and locked on. Her hands were
now bound with handcuffs and leather.
Next the female officers pulled out a long, tapered black piece of leather.
There were straps and buckles up and down the device.
"This is called a single sleeved armbinder. You can see it is pretty
simple. It is a shaped piece of leather that fits over your arms and specially
designed to be used with those hinged handcuffs." Kelly explained. "Here at
the bottom is where your hands will go. With those hand mittens and cuffs
already on you it won't make much difference having another layer of
leather wrapping them up. The width of the sheath makes it so your arms from fingertip to elbow are going to be pinned tightly, almost together. There
are straps that wrap around your arms about every five inches. Again, they
are not necessary, but they just serve to make sure you are more secured.
The binder goes all the way up to your shoulders. And of course we are
going to strap you into this one as tightly as we physically can."
He tried to get up, but Rachel was on her and forced him to his stomach
again. He felt as the leather sheath was easily slid up his cuffed and
bound arms. There was no way he could escape this thing. There were laces that ran the entire length of the armbinder. Slowly they began to tighten them. It took at least fifteen minutes for them to get from the tips of the fingers
to the top of the shoulders. By the time they were finished, the leather
stretched around his arms like a thin leather skin. There was absolutely
no slack anywhere along the entire length of the binder.
A flap with a zipper covered up the lacing all the way down his arms. Once
this zipped up there was a lock at the top to keep it from going back down.
They then wrapped all the straps around the outside of the binder - one at
the wrists, one five inches higher at mid-forearm, one at the elbows, and
one at the biceps. Each of these straps were pulled tight and had a small
stainless steel lock on them. Finally two thicker straps ran from the top
of the binder, over each of his shoulders and then buckled and locked to the
other side of the binder right beneath his armpits
"This is too much!" he started. "You can't treat me like this. I have
rights"
"Temper now, mister" Kelly said. "Lets get started on those legs of yours,
shall we?" She pulled out a device with thick leather straps. "I am going
to sew your calf to your thigh, your ankle to your butt. Then thick leather
straps will be tightened around your thighs and ankles." she explained.
Just like his arms, they pulled each lace as tight as it could physically
go, before moving to the next one up. Slowly and tightly they looped from
his ankle and thigh down to his knee, fusing his leg together. By the time
they were done his legs were completely immobile. Finally a very wide, very
stiff leather belt was pulled around the bound legs, covering almost half
of his thigh and calf. It was just another redundant addition to an already
inescapable bondage and a hinged handcuff hogtie, another layer of leather
to wrap him into.
When they were done, his legs were covered with a super tight leather skin
from the very top of his thigh to the tip of his toe.
"Happy now?" he snapped. "You are not going to get a way with this!"
"Not quite happy yet. What do you think, Kelly, should we gag him next?"
Rachel asked
She produced a red rubber ball, almost as big as a tennis ball. It had
several straps and buckles attached to it.
"Look, I promise I won't make any noise if you don't gag me," he pleaded.
They did not seem to hear him
"This is called a head harness ball gag, mister." Rachel explained. "It is
designed to keep this red rubber ball tightly wedged into your mouth. Once
this goes on, the only sounds you will be able to make are little mews.
There is no chance of you being able to slip it off without unlocking it.
The straps will cover your face holding the ball in and your jaw locked
around it. It is very effective."
"I swear not to make a sound unless you say!" he pleaded! "I won't let you
put that thing in my mouth!"
Rachel put her knee into his back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head
straight back. His mouth opened involuntarily as his neck was jerked
roughly back. Once his mouth opened, Kelly expertly began to shove the ball in his unwilling mouth. After a few seconds of struggling the ball forced his jaw
to extend wide enough to accept the rubber ball. He groaned and tried to
pull his head away. Rapidly Rachel pulled the main strap of the gag around
his head buckled and locked it as tightly as possible at the base of his
skull. More straps ran from the ball, over his head and bucked at the top
of his skull. Another strap ran under his chin and attached to the main strap
around his mouth. When all these straps were tightened and locked, he could
not move his jaw at all. He tried to shout around the gag, but of course
nothing came out but a helpless mew.
"Isn't that better, now we can talk without any interruptions from you."
Rachel said.
"I have something to make the gag even more effective" she continued.
Rachel picked up a soft piece of leather, almost four inches in square. On
two sides it had four shining buckles. Rachel placed the leather square
over his mouth and started to buckle it tight, pressing the ball deeper inside,
sealing his mouth completely. Then a wide leather collar that went snugly
around his neck and was shut tight by two padlocks. Short, but heavy chain
was locked to the collar and attached to the wall.
With it in place he could hardly move his head.
He was unable to believe what was happening to him. He struggled for a few
seconds, testing the binds to see if there was any slack. After several
seconds of straining and pulling, all he had managed to do was cover his
body with a sheen of sweat from the exertion. At this point he began to
scream as loud as he could into the gag.
This had no effect on the leather enveloping him so successfully. His mind
raced frantically for a solution to this impossible situation. He tried to
make as much moaning noises as the gag would allow.
"Well, mister," Rachel said. "It looks like a leather hood is needed. It is
going to cover your face like a second skin. There are small holes for you
to breathe through your nose. Otherwise there are no other openings in
that thing. You are going to be in that thing for the whole time of your
sentence.
The hood was black with straps and metal rings all over it. There was no
way he could allow that thing over his face. He strained and struggled to move
away, shaking his head violently.
Rachel then brought the leather mask over the face of the heavily
restrained prisoner. The mask was all one piece, which had laces that ran all the way from the top of the skull to the base of neck. Rachel loosened all the
laces and brought the hood over his shaking face. His whole body shook and
strained against his inescapable bonds. It was hopeless though; the bonds
that held him so well could have withstood the struggles of 50 men of his
strength. There was nothing he could do as the leather was pulled over his
head. He was plunged into darkness as the formed leather settled over his
face. Rachel began to lace the hood at the top of his skull. She pulled and
laced as the leather stretched to accommodate the prisoner inside. Soft
pads fit over his eyes. Thick leather padding fit over the ball filling his
mouth. As the leather hood tightened, the pad over his mouth actually
forced the ball farther into his jaws. Tighter and tighter the hood laced, closing
off all air, all light, and all hope of escape.
A zipped flap covered the lacing and this was closed in with a small
stainless steel lock. The zipper connected to a leather collar that went
around his neck with the lock. He was sealed in a leather prison with no
hope of escape.
A two and a half-inch strap wrapped around where his eyes were. It was
pulled as tight as Rachel could do it and locked behind his head. A second
strap of equal size was pulled around his gagged mouth, tightened and
locked behind his skull with a buckle and padlock. A final very wide strap ran
under his chin, over his filled, leather-covered cheeks up to the top of
his head. When this final strap was pulled as tight as cold be, his mouth was
locked even more closed around the ball that had become part of his aching
mouth.
Rachel ran two narrow straps from small "D" rings that were sewn into the
toes of the leather leggings. Each thin strap ran to a third "D" ring that
was attached to the middle of the single sleeve at about elbow level. Each
of these straps was pulled tight and locked.
One last strap to go, Rachel thought. She ran a belt-width strap from a
buckle at the top of his skull and looped it into the same "D" ring at his
elbow that held his arched feet. Rachel began shortening the strap, inch by
inch. His neck arched farther back as she pulled the strap tighter.
By the time Rachel and Kelly locked this final bit of bondage off, he could
not twitch a muscle; his body was immobilized by expertly applied leather
and steel bondage.
"Looks like you are going to have to stay here mister until we get back."
Kelly said. Only response was a muffled mew of pleading and surrender.
Then they went to the door, turned out the lights and shut the door.
He was unaware of what was happening outside his tiny prison.
He had not been able to move an inch in the fifteen minutes they had been
gone. He sat in darkness.
The next few hours were a continual cycle of he thinking about how he had
to get out of this! Struggling would then ensue. He would sit quietly for a
few minutes, and think about what was happening to him, but the struggle
against the implacable bonds holding him.
The minutes turned to hours as he continued his desperate attempts to get
even the slightest slack, the tiniest bit of relief from the constant
strain of the hinged handcuffs and leather holding him. It was a hopeless fight.
He waited bound tighter than he knew possible. The darkness of the leather
helmet laced around his head was overwhelming. He could not get a
millimeter of slack in his bondage to give any relief. His defeat was so total and overwhelming. No sound could escape his rubber filled mouth. He could only feel the leather, rubber and metal holding him so tight, no other tactile
input was available. Again and again he would struggle and pull with every
fiber of his being. Again and again his bonds easily held his attempts
Rachel returned after several hours. She casually opened the door to his
cell and stepped in. He was in the exact same position that Rachel and
Kelly had forced him earlier. He just continued sitting there, moaning into his
gag.
Rachel began to loosen and remove the hood over his head. With all the
buckles, belts and laces this was no quick process, but after an eternity
she pulled the leather hood off his head. The way his body was secured
still made it impossible for him to move more then a couple of inches. Rachel put a glass of water on the floor and put her finger to her lips to let him
know to be quiet She then reached behind his head and unbuckled the harness gag.
Rachel pulled the ball from behind his teeth; it made an audible pop as it
came free. He gasped and coughed for a few moments while Rachel waited
patiently
"Please... let my arms go. I won't try to get away." He squirmed his body
around to try and show Rachel his bound arms. Rachel simply reached down
and grabbed the ball gag again.
"No, no... Please. I'm sorry. I won't say another word. I swear.
Please, I can't take that thing anymore." Rachel simply put her finger to
his lips again and gestured with the harness gag. He got the message and
shut up. She brought the glass of water up to his lips and gestured for him
to drink. He drank hungrily.
"Well, are you having fun?" Rachel asked. "Would you want me to remove
those leather restraints and handcuffs?" she continued.
"Yes, please… I do anything if you let me go," he pleaded.
"I bed you would want me to do that, don't you?" she replayed. "But you
know, mister, you are going to be my bondage prisoner as long as I like and
there is nothing you can do about it!"
She got the glass and the ball gag and walked behind him. He strained
around to see what Rachel was up to. She jerked his head roughly back. He let out a squeal as his mouth jerked open. Rachel pushed the huge ball from the gag back into his still aching mouth. He tried to beg her not to do this, but
the gag was as effective as it had ever been and reduced his pleading to a
helpless groan. Rachel once again pulled the various straps around his
face, once again buckling them as tightly as her strength would allow. She
grabbed the same discipline helmet that had been on him before and brought it up to his face. His whole body shook as he desperately tried to move away from the impending leather device. It slid over his head and was laced up in a few minutes. The strap leading from the top of his head was once again attached to the "D" ring at his back.
A few moments of near freedom, only to be put right back into the exact
same bondage. He was totally helpless to stop anything that Rachel wanted to do to him.
Rachel checked all the leather bonds and handcuffs one last time, pulling a
buckle or two a notch tighter here and there.
"You better get used to be in heavy bondage," she said. "We are going to
have so much fun with you."

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