A story by Harley Grant
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Chapter I:  Metal homework

The knock on my door turned out to be the woman from three houses down.  She was in training to be a police officer.  She was really into it and wore her student uniform all thetime.  I'd been to her house and she had police memorabilia everywhere, posters of law
enforcement up on the walls, even drank her tea out of police academy mugs.
Once at her house, she'd caught me fingering the pair of handcuffs she'd carelessly left out.  I mumbled some excuse, my face flushed.  I didn't think I'd given anything away.
She asked if she could come in and ask me a favor.  I invited her in and
offered her some water.  I liked her, she was so very clear about being a police officer and so committed to the honor and integrity of it all.  There was no sexual tension between us, just friends.
She started to explain that she was now in the training section of her class
where they studied arrest procedures.  They practiced on each other, doing cuffing and applying restraints.

I could see this one coming.  She wanted to practice on me.  She'd seen my
look at the handcuffs and figured that I was up for it.  But could I trust her?
She kind of skidded to a stop with the question only half asked.  I looked
at her.  She was a little on the short side, a little on the thick and sturdy side.  Not an unattractive face, but not a fashion model.  She looked like a cop.
"I have the feeling that you are not being totally straight with me," I said.  She looked a little panicked.  Being honest and straight was so important to her.  She appeared to be flushed.

"I mean," I said, "it is pretty obvious that you want to practice on me, like you practice on your fellow students, but I'm sure you don't hesitate to ask them."
She put her head down for an instant.  "Can I trust you?" she said.
"Trust is very important to me, as I believe it is to you.  I'd encourage
you to go ahead and say what is on your mind."

She took a deep breath.  "We practice the ordinary things in class, but I
know a police officer has to do more things.  We only practice for a couple of minutes but restraint could take longer.  And we don't practice some of the more compromising things.  You know...."
"Trust," I said.
"Prisoners have to be searched; strip searched."  She got red again.
"And you'd like to have me naked in cuffs wouldn't you?"  I smiled.  "Is that all, I think there might be more."
"There are punishment positions for unruly prisoners, but I thought you might like to be in those positions."
"I think we understand each other now," I said.  I smiled.  "I think I'd
like to help you with all of your practice assignments.  But I will need some boundaries."
She nodded, this was stuff she understood.  She was all about boundaries and
what was right and wrong.  "I have been thinking that time is important.  There is feeding to consider, the policies I mean.  And exercise breaks."
"It sounds like you are really talking about a prison, not an arrest."
"A cop isn't supposed to like prison guards, I guess we all have our shameful secrets."  I tried not to laugh.  If she only knew some of my shameful secrets.
"Where would we do this?" I asked.
"Well, I have made some preparations in my basement.  I have a cell."
"How interesting," I said, and I was interested.  Getting a little excited
even.  "How about those rules?  And when should we do this?"

"You mean it, you'd like to be my prisoner for a weekend?"
A weekend.  God, I was going to pee my pants with excitement.  "A weekend
would be very exciting.  But what about those rules?"
"Oh, yea.  Here is what I'm thinking.  You will report at 6:30pm on Friday
and I will control you until 2pm on Sunday.  You have my word you will be released then.  I will promise not to injury you and to feed you.  But you will be confined all of the time to my basement and in restraint of various kinds extensively.  You will obey my commands or the punishments will increase.  No prison can run without that.  I know you like this and I think I can promise that you will have a great weekend.  You have my word that I am not
crazy or unstable and I understand that with such power comes responsibility
and the need for control.  I will not consume any alcohol or drugs while I am on duty.  I will take responsibility for your safety."
That was a speech.  All I could say was "I accept your terms and I will report at 6:30 on Friday evening."  I stood, she stood and we shook hands.  Fuck, I could hardly wait for Friday.  I tried not to let it show.
Friday I came home from work early and took a shower and shaved again.  I
ate a light dinner and dressed neatly but casually.  I knocked on her door at as close to exactly 6:30 as I could manage.

She opened it and directed me to come in.  She was in her full police officer uniform, even the hat.  She shut the door behind me - and locked it.
"Remove all your clothes and put them the duffel bag.  Remove all jewelry,
glasses, wigs and false teeth.  Place any contraband in the bag and you will not be punished for it.  If we find contraband after this point you will earn demerits leading to punishment."
She'd learned that speech in class or read about it.  I complied, putting my
clothes neatly in the bag along with my watch.  I had no other contraband.
As soon as I was done, she said, "Turn away from me and put your hands behind your back.  Do not make any sudden moves."
I did.  As expected a pair of handcuffs was secured around my wrists.  They
were clicked down to be fairly snug but not too tight.  I could feel her check for clearance.  She double-locked them.  All per regulation.  A belly chain went around my waist and was locked.  I felt a second pair of cuffs go around my wrists.  "Must eliminate single points of failure," she grunted.  The belly chain had a little chain dangling from it and this went around the middle of both sets of my handcuffs, securing my wrists to my waist.
She knelt down and fixed a pair of leg irons on each ankle.  Taking the
chain that connected them, she stood up and connected it to the belly chain.  This was the classic 'come along' tie, with the exception of the additional pair of handcuffs.
She told me to turn around and I found myself facing her, naked and cuffed.Too bad girls don't get a visible hard on, I suspect we both were aroused.  "Permission to speak?"
I asked.
"Granted."
"May I say that was efficient.  And I like the second pair of cuffs, the extra weight is a good feeling."
"Thank you."  She grabbed me by the arm and escorted me through the house.
We went downstairs and through a nondescript little door into her secret world.  It was quite the little prison.  At the far side was a sizeable cell with iron bars across the front.  There was a little interrogation area off to one side with a chair bolted to the floor in front of a desk.
I got the impression there might be other smaller cells at one side but I
couldn't see clearly.

She led me over to a side rail.  "Bend over," she said, pushing my head down
near the rail.  Quickly she secured my head to the rail with a loop of chain and a lock.
She removed one leg cuff and ordered me to spread my legs.  Then she secured my ankles to bars pulling my legs wide apart.  She then proceeded to put on gloves and give me a very professional cavity search.  "You didn't practice this at school," I guessed.
She agreed, and patted me on the ass.  After checking my mouth as well, she
put me back in the come along, released my head and escorted me into the big cell.  Locking the door, she then let me back up against the bars and she removed my cuffs.
I explored the cell.  Traditional narrow bed hanging from chains, small
toilet.  Concrete walls on three sides, bars across the front.  I complemented her on the amount of work that must have been involved.  She informed me I was free until late snack.
She then went over to a little desk I hadn't seen before across the room sat down and busied herself with paperwork.  Later she got my clothes, inventoried them and presented me with an itemized inventory to sign.
Still later she came back and told me it was time for cell inspection.  She
had me back up against the bars again and reapplied the two pairs of cuffs and a pair of leg irons, this time closely connected.  I was told to lay down and then, working through the bars, she applied a chain between the ankles and wrists and pulled me into a pretty tight hog tie.
Only then did she enter the cell and proceed to inspect my area for any contraband.
I was released.  The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and I had lots
of time to relax.  Nothing lets the stress go but having no choice but to relax.
Lights out came early and I went to sleep.

Chapter II:
 

The next morning I was awakened by the lights coming on.  She gave me
breakfast through the bars, then hog tied me again for another cell inspection.  Then it was back to the bar for another cavity search.

She asked me if I was ready for something a bit more extreme.  "It's not really part of the curriculum."
"Not even a punishment or control position."
"Not exactly.  But I suspect you will enjoy it."
"Let's do it."
She took me, hands still cuffed behind the back, over to a small metal cage.
The door was opened, and I sat down and backed into it.  It was a very small cage, with metal bars on all sides.  Just big enough for me to sit in it with my legs drawn up in front of me.
The door was shut and padlocked.  She went around behind me and released one of the handcuffs from my left wrist.  Taking the end she pulled to the right and then secured my right wrist to one of the bars at the back of the cage.  Undoing the right end of the other handcuff she pulled my left arm out to the left and also secured the loose end to a bar.
"I like this position.  The hands are separated so they cannot work together
to obtain contraband or unlock the other.  The separate position is more comfortable for long term restraint."

I had to agree.  But she was just getting started.  She brought out a big
bicycle lock, one of the rigid U-shaped ones.  I saw this one was modified to have a series of holes along either arm of the lock.  She fitted it around my neck and pulled my head back against the bars.  She secured the cross piece and I could see that the holes gave her flexibility to pull out any slack.  With this, my neck and wrists were secured to the bars behind me.
There was more.  A chain was thrown across the cell and she worked it around so it could go around my waist and be secured to the back bars as well, preventing me from scooting forward in the cell. Well, what about my legs?  More chains secured each ankle to the side wall and another pair of chains pulled my knees out to the side as well.
I thought this just about did it.  Legs pulled wide, arms down and at my
side, neck secured, waist secured.  The horizontal bars that secured the vertical rods kept me from moving any restraint much up and down either.  Couldn't move much.
I looked at her.  "This is very secure."
"Yes," she agreed.  "It was discussed as a tie to allow the guards access to
conduct needed medical interventions, such as delivering a shot or conducting a health inspection of the genitals."
"I suspect it was planned for a larger cage."
She smiled.  "That was my own contribution."
"I can see that I am in the hands of a skilled expert."
She blushed with pleasure.  "I have one more thing that was not in any book."
"I can hardly wait."
She got a set of smaller chains and smaller locks.  Opening the cage door
she thrust her head and shoulders into the cage.  Hence the need for securing my legs so carefully.
Taking the little chains, she proceeded to wrap the base of my cock, lock it
tight and then lock that chain around one of the floor bars.  The floor, I should say, was largely a flat piece of metal, or at least was so around the edges.  But down the middle was a strip of bars and cross pieces like the walls and ceiling.  To this area she first secured the base of my cock, and then the middle and then the tip.
She backed out and relocked the cage door.  "I think this is very symbolic
of control."
"I agree, I am quite helpless here and I would think this would be very upsetting to a macho male inmate."
"You, on the other hand, are quite aroused."  She was right.
"And so am I" she said.  What followed was not in any training manual.  She
hurriedly stripped off her boots and pants and panties and began masturbating, rubbing herself with her nightstick, her flashlight, and a spare set of cuffs.  She stuck the bottom end of a can of mace half up her pussy as well before going back to her hand.  She bucked and rolled, let out a couple of non-regulation screams and came in a sweat.
She got dressed and smoothed her clothes.  "That was a loss of control."
"On the contrary," I said, "you were demonstrating your total control over
me.  I cannot respond as I might or even relieve my own needs.  Besides, haven't you wanted to sexually abuse your prisoner?  That's a part of the prison experience isn't it?"
"Not in a well run prison.  Such things lead to dishonor and breaches of trust."
"But this is a different prison, and very well run.  I should lick your boots. Or," and now I'd be the one trusting, "lick that pussy for you."
"Well, we'll see.  Perhaps if it were done in a structure of reward and punishment, regulated, and documented in the log."
"I think you are correct."
She walked out of the prison abruptly and left me there.  She wanted to calm
down.
Shortly she returned and I was left in my totally secured position for a while.
She released my hands and served me a simple lunch through the bars.  At the
bottom of the front of the cage there was an opening, a foot or so wide and a few inches high, designed for passing food trays.  I could barely reach it with my neck secured and I had to eat carefully and slowly.
I was cuffed in the conventional manner and released back into my cell.  But
only for a moment.   "I have decided that while you may have provided helpful input to the design of this training session, you still spoke out of turn and initiated a sexually charged conversation with a guard.  That has earned you time in the punishment cell.
Oh, goody.
Hands cuffed, she escorted me down a short hallway.  On one side was a
wooden box, several feet on a side, about three feet high.  It was constructed of heavy timbers and had a metal grate in the top.  She opened the grate.  Coming around she changed my restraints.  A very heavy metal waist chain was secured around me and my hands released from the conventional cuffs and placed in front of me in heavy dungeon cuffs.  These were secured to the waist chain. I was told to climb up on top of the box, but not get in.  She had me cross my legs at the ankles.  She took out a rigid set of leg irons.  These were fixed at a ninety degree angle to each other so to get them on, my legs had to cross at the ankles at that angle.  Once secured, I could not adjust my legs.
She had me swing my legs over the opening and slowly, painfully, I dropped
into the cell.
It was very dark and not really high enough to really sit up.  It was also
very dark.  She dropped the grating back in place.  More than a set of bars, it was like a very heavy grating that blocked out most of the light.  I heard the lock being secured.
"You have earned ten demerits with your conduct.  You can work off one
demerit an hour in this, which is punishment number one or four an hour with the chains.  There is a punishment two that works out six demerits per hour, but we will save that for serious misconduct.  You have two and a half hours here.  Do this without complaining and I will offer a small reward this evening."
And I heard her footsteps walking away.