The Crossing · Part 1

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Part I

March 29-2017

There are times in one’s life, that a simple decision to take a much-needed trip turns out to be more than one asks for. That doesn’t mean that the original intention of taking that trip was ill advised, or that the measurement after the fact is nothing more than playing a Monday Morning Quarter Back after the Sundays Game, it just gives one the ability to Ponder Life’s Destiny and Life’s Meaning.

I enjoy taking vacations and trips, I am getting good at being able to navigate my way around easily. I must share that there is nothing better than breaking new ground and seeing new places for the first time.

This trip was the first time for me going to where I was heading, nothing new with trying something new, yet this trip was different for many reason’s. I was going to be heading across the border and would have to pack accordingly.

To those of us who have a hard-wired existence to Handcuffs and Chastity we tend to not leave Home without them, LOL and I am no different. Maybe it can be said that I have a strong identification with wearing a Chastity Belt for extended periods of time and enjoy the feeling of being powerless while handcuffed. Yet it is what defines my interests for sure.

As I was getting ready for this trip I decided that to keep things simple, I would just place my Chastity belt, leg-irons and several different pairs of handcuffs in the suitcase along with a blindfold, Posture Collar, lead chain and gag. I knew that taking the flight would mean going through security and this way I would not have to worry about the baggage check at the boarding gate and any uncomfortable conversations.

I made sure the single key to the chastity Belt was placed in the Carrera Style Stainless Steel Chastity Belt. A very secure and very comfortable steel belt, which over the years has brought many enjoyable experiences wearing it.

I still wear the belt quite often, even though I don’t have a Key Holder anymore, yet that didn’t stop me from finding ways of keeping the belt locked on and me unable to take it off, example, the Timed Key Safe, good for up to 10 days at a time. I would usually go 30 days at a time, relocking the safe when the key was available to be taken out of the safe, I would just re-lock it again. Call it something like a personal goal sort of thing.

It was my intention to put the belt on after I arrived at the Hotel and place the Key in the Managers Safe for my 5-day vacation with Strict directions for the envelope to not be released prior to my departure day and that way, I could ensure I was belted the whole time away.

My trip had a twist as well in it, I was going to meet someone for the first time after a lengthy period of conversations. It was somebody who I was introduced to by another person on a casual basis, yet didn’t want to get ahead of myself or anything like that. It was just nice to be able to sit down for a coffee while being close to where I was headed this vacation.

My plans were selfish as you can hear, as nice at it was to think about a casual meeting, my intentions were genuine and having the belt available and locked on, ensured that I would keep with my own personal interests. I don’t share with everyone my desire of being Locked in a Chastity Belt.

Time was moving fast now and getting close to when I had to leave, I double checked everything and made sure all was in order and placed my luggage in the car and headed for the airport. The process of getting through security was uneventful as was the flight, yet I was glad when I landed and got through lines at the car rental desk and placed my luggage in the trunk.

I backed out of the stall and looked for the exit in the parking lot and turned and started heading towards the freeway onramp to downtown where my Hotel was. I heard the Sirens of the Police car behind me with it’s lights on. I was surprised, I wasn’t speeding and just pulled out of the airport parking lot, yet pulled over as directed.

An officer approached the car and asked me to roll down the Window all the way, I was surprised at the looks of the officer, she was female, not that unattractive and clearly acting professional. I complied her with her requests and lowered the window down. I was asked for my drivers Licence and vehicle registration which I provided and she took the documents and went to her car.

A few Minutes later she returned with a scowl of a look on her face and asked me to step out of the vehicle. I opened the door and exited the car and immediately she told me to place my hands on the car. I was shocked and before I could say a word, she told me again in a much firmer tone. I turned and placed my hands on the car.

I was asked to remain calm and at that point she grabbed my right wrist and pulled and twisted it at the same time behind my back. I could hear and then feel the Handcuff being locked onto my wrist, the left hand was then pulled behind me and locked into the Handcuffs.

I was instructed to spread my legs and went through the standard pat-down all the while she remained holding the cuffs in either one of her hands.

I asked what was going on? And was informed that I was driving a Stolen car. I replied I just rented it at the airport and had the keys and paperwork, there must be a mistake. The officer informed me that the paperwork I had was for a different vehicle and did not match with this car. The car had just been reported stolen 10 minutes before from the airport car rental company.

I stated this was obviously a misunderstanding and could easily be corrected if I could just go into my suitcase and show my flight manifest or make a quick call to the airport rental company, they could clear this all up immediately.

The officer then told me to listen to her carefully and she read me my rights and right to remain silent. I was asked if I understood these rights read to me? And I replied I did.

The officer explained that this was out of her hands now and I was being arrested for Grand Theft and would be taken to the detachment for the booking process.

The officer took her handheld radio and requested a transport van to take me to the detachment. I could hear the response that none were available and she would have to use the enhanced transport protocols for my transfer. I thought, what is enhanced protocols?

The officer directed me to the back of the car and using her keys, opened the trunk and pulled out Ankle Cuffs and proceeded to lock them onto my ankles. A set of handcuffs attached to a waist Chain was pulled out as well and locked around my waist and the handcuffs placed over top of the original set of cuffs which were not removed. My hands were now locked in 2 sets of handcuffs to my waist.

I couldn’t believe it….. Everything I tried as a reasonable person just rolled off this officer without any realistic response.

I was directed to the back of her cruiser and placed inside. The officer then reached over me and grabbed the seat belt and placed it on me. She looked at me then, with a smirk on her face and stated, “Safety First”.

I have been handcuffed too many times to say, yet this was the first time I was Handcuffed in public by a cop and one that was a woman. I pulled on the Handcuffs and could easily tell they were Hinged cuffs, with my palms facing out, I knew I was not getting these off, or even if I could, what would be the point? This was totally different than usual handcuff games with one’s partner, this was serious.

The officer closed the door and got into the car. I asked her about the rental car and my luggage in the trunk and was advised that the car would be towed as a stolen vehicle to the detachment for processing. And looking at the time of day it was and being Friday, the chances of me posting bail was slim at best, I would be detained for the weekend until Monday before I could go in front of a judge.

This was shocking and I couldn’t believe it, this was insane, there was no way I spending the weekend in jail over something I didn’t do and was just a simple misunderstanding.

The officer received a call on her phone, and then slid the partition glass closed and spoke for several minutes to someone about my claims of innocence. The officer then informed me that I was going to be taken to a satellite office where I could speak with a Supervisor before being booked in the downtown lock-up for the weekend.

There was some relief to hear that finally I was catching a break and this could be resolved quickly and easily.

The officer left the car and opened her trunk, walked toward the rental car, popped the trunk and pulled out my suitcase and walked back to her cruiser and placed it in the trunk and closed it.

When the officer returned to the car, she informed me that the rental car was going to be towed back to the rental company lot and save me additional towing fees and storage and would be released to them.

There were options available to me should it be decided that things worked out to get a taxi downtown to my hotel, or they would transport me to jail for the weekend, both of which saved me costs. I thanked the officer and she started the car.

The officer apologized for the traffic being so heavy and that there was allot of road construction going on, it didn’t help it was rush hour and the Satellite office was further in the opposite direction of Downtown and would take about 45 minutes.

Things could have been much worse for sure and at least now I can see that this officer was actually not that unpleasant and was rather cordial. Considering I was handcuffed in the back of her car and unable to get out, what else was I going to complain about.

We arrived at what appeared to be standard government looking building, brick façade, square windows, nothing to distinguish it from any other government buildings. The officer pulled around the back of the building and a rolling steel door opened and we drove in. The door closed behind the car and the officer exited the car and I was told to be patient, she would return in a few minutes.

I sat in the back of the car and now started to pull on the handcuffs, yet clearly couldn’t, it never even fazed me to have realized that the seat I was in was a formed plastic seat with an imprinted molding for your arms and hands behind your back to not be sitting directly on them.

I looked down and tried to reach to undo the seatbelt, yet my hands were unable to reach the buckle to undo it. I was definitely stuck, that’s for sure.

After Several minutes, I heard a door open and saw several officers walking into the garage. They positioned themselves at different points around the car. The arresting officer came around to my side of the car and opened the door, she leaned her head in and asked me, if I was going to comply with her directions? I stated, of course and then she opened the door farther reached across me, undid the seat belt and asked me to get out.

As best as I could, cuffed as I was, exited the car and with her assistance and I could stand up. I instantly could feel the steel ankle cuffs and the cold steel stares from the other officers.

A glance around at these other officers with my embarrassed face revealed they were all woman. Different ages, sizes and ranks on there uniforms, yet appeared to be professional.

I was escorted by two female officers on each side of me holding the upper parts of my arms, into a intake area with high counters on it. I was led to the front counter and asked to remain standing where I was. The arresting officer then took a key out of her upper shirt pocket and proceeded to unlock and undo the Hinged cuffs behind my back.

The freedom one feels when hinged cuffs are removed is amazing, one for the strictness of the cuffs, yet another of the movement you regain in your hands, even if I was still locked into the other cuffs and waist chain.

Another female officer approached and instructed me to spread my legs and I would be patted down again. I was asked if I had anything illegal I wanted to declare before she proceeded and I stated no. I was then patted down once again.

My wallet and cash, were taken and my pockets turned inside out, all the while remaining cuffed. I went to ask a question and was told to be quiet and in time I could ask my questions to the supervisor.

I was again escorted by two female officers to a waiting room with benches and instructed to sit down. I could see a metal bar behind me and a single handcuff was slid across it to where I was sitting and locked to the centre of the handcuffs locked on my wrists.

One of the female officers bent down and pulled out a single cuff and locked it through the chain of the ankle cuffs reducing my ability to move my legs forward from a sitting position.

The arresting officer came over to me and stated “good luck to you” the supervisor is on her way and will speak with me when she arrives probably in 30-45 minutes. If I remain calm and cooperative, things should go smoothly and this can get worked out. I thanked her for her thoughtfulness and she left.

Time passed very slowly, it isn’t the most comfortable position being handcuffed sitting on hard wooden bench with your legs attached to the back wall so as to prevent you from moving them forward or stretching them. The handcuffs locked on my wrists were not to bad, I managed to twist my wrists after the hinged cuffs came off, so they are far more comfortable now.

The thoughts of the afternoon were flooding my mind, what a mis-understanding this has been, hard to believe actually, yet I had hope it would all work out soon and I could get to the Hotel, not that anyone was waiting for me, my time was still important for me.

There was allot of things going on around me, I could see this was a busy station and it was strange that I had yet to see a single male officer anywhere, it appeared this was all staffed by woman. Hmmmm, whatever.

I saw allot of buzz around a woman who appeared to be the Supervisor, allot of staff approached her upon her arrival and she engaged in several conversations with different people at the desk.

At one point, the arresting officer was talking with her and turned and looked at me and then continued to talk. I then observed her leaving through the door apparently, they brought me through and returned carrying my suitcase.

My thoughts instantly went to what I had packed and avoided any conversations about at the airport security desk. I was Nervous now for sure, yet, thought, they would have no reason to open it, let alone have the probably cause to search it, yet, a very uncomfortable feeling came over me.

The officer walked past the intake desk and proceeded to enter a room with a security keypad outside it after pressing several keys the door opened and she entered and the door closed behind her.

I pulled on the handcuffs thinking to myself that this could very well be a very awkward moment for sure, should I have to explain the chastity belt inside it. Yet the handcuffs held me as I was and I was clearly not getting out of this position until they decided.

Several more minutes passed and then two officers approached and asked me if I was going to comply with their directions? I again stated yes, and found it odd that was the second time being asked the same question about compliance, what did they think I was going to do, cuffed as I was?

The two cuffs holding the ankle cuffs and handcuffs were released and I was instructed to stand up. I was then told I was going to be taken to interview room 3 for follow up conversation with the supervisor.

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