The Crossing · Part 2

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I was then led by two female officers on each upper arm to a room that had a desk and chair bolted to the floor.

The officers directed me to stand in front of the chair and handcuff was placed through the ankle cuff chain and closed, ensuring I was not moving from the chair. The officer then undid the lock connecting the waist chain in the front and it fell behind me. I was again asked if I would comply with instructions and I answered yes.

I felt one handcuff being undone and my hands being pulled in front and the handcuff was immediately relocked on my wrist. The officer then directed me to turn sideways and she placed another pair of handcuffs on my wrists and tightened them. The Waist chain handcuffs were then removed, leaving me now handcuffed with my hands in front.

There was a recessed ring in the middle of the table and it was lifted and my hands were attached to it with an additional pair of handcuffs. I was now handcuffed to the floor and handcuffed to the table. The two officers then left the room and I sat there for quite a long time before the door opened.

When the door opened, I was stunned for a second, I couldn’t believe my eyes, this was not the woman who I had seen earlier talking with the arresting officer, this was someone different. This woman stood at least 6’3 and was very attractive in a business suit, well dressed and gave the aura of a real matter of fact type of woman.

In any other circumstance, I would have stood and shook her hand, yet, I was clearly in no position to do that. She looked at me and stated her name was Daria and she was the Superintendent and the Supervisor asked her to review my circumstances personally.

Daria then stated if what I had shared was true, I was a very lucky man to have a review so quickly to be on my way.

Several questions were asked and answered about arrival time, bookings and confirmation of the car rental. All of which I informed her I had the paperwork and could easily show.

The Superintendent got up, opened the door and then asked for my suitcase to be brought into the room and placed onto an adjacent table next to where we were sitting.

The officer who placed the suitcase onto the table looked at Daria and stated” Feels somewhat heavy” and turned and left the room. I received a scornful look and asked if that was my suitcase? I answered it appeared to be yes.

Daria then stood up, walked over and asked if she could go into my suitcase?

I gave a long pause and answered “Yes” the paperwork is in the top compartment.

Daria then unzipped the entire suitcase and flipped it wide open. My face immediately turned crimson red and she asked me if there was anything illegal inside my suitcase?

I answered no and she responded by stating “my reaction says otherwise”.

The first moment of embarrassment came when she pulled up a pair of handcuffs and looked at me while holding them at the end of her index finger. She smiled and asked me if there was anything I would like to share? Were these for professional use, or personal use? I answered her they were for personal use. Her smile widened and turned back to the suitcase after placing the cuffs on the table beside it.

Daria then proceeded to remove every item of bondage I had packed, all the handcuffs, ankle cuffs, ball gag, blind fold, Posture collar and hinged cuffs. There was a pause from her and it was when she lifted out the unlocked Stainless Steel Chastity Belt. I pulled on the handcuffs, making a large clanking sound as they were still attached to the ring in the table and she responded by looking directly at me, smiling brightly and asking me “Are your uncomfortable now”?

My response was difficult, yet I shared, Yes, very uncomfortable actually.

Daria held the belt up and looked at it with a silent interest, turning it, feeling the steel and clearly recognizing the seriousness of the belt. It was apparent that she knew immediately what it was and what the purpose of it was.

She looked at me and asked “ do you wear this?” and I answered Yes

I was asked “Why do you wear this? I answered by saying it is a long story………

Daria looked at me and stated “ We have time, go on, tell me about why you wear this” and sat down in front of me.

I shared for the next 20 minutes about the reasons why I wear it, how it feels to be locked in it and unable to get it off and that I don’t have a keyholder or relationship.

I was asked about using the bathroom etc and cleaning, which she thought was brilliant that it didn’t have to be removed.

I was asked why did I bring it? I answered I intended to wear it while I was here on vacation.

Daria stood up and said she wanted to see what it looks like, locked on and me unable to take it off. I couldn’t believe it. Yet, before I could say anything, she said it was a simple request, agree to it and I could be out of there quicker, if not, it could take some time to do the paperwork as she smiled.

What choice did I have?

I looked down at the handcuffs at the same time she did and her response was priceless, “Those are not helping you right, now are they?”

Daria looked at me and asked me if I was going to put the Chastity Belt on? I answered I thought that would be the best outcome for me to just do it.

She smiled and then instructed me of the process she wanted to use to allow me to put the Belt on. Her process was quite simple, she would release my hands and leave my feet locked to the floor. I would take the belt and put it on and sit back down when I was finished. I was asked how long it takes to put the belt on and I said just a few minutes. Daria, then pulled a key from her front pocket and proceeded to unlock the first handcuff and then the second.

I was instructed to remain sitting until she left the room and then I could start and put the belt on. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, as if there were any other options for me, I slowly stood up and picked up the belt. The first thing I noticed was that the key was missing from the lock. I knew it was in there before I left, so the only explanation is that Daria just left with it.

I proceeded to put the Chastity Belt On and locked it, pulled up my pants and then sat down.

A couple minutes later Daria opened the door and walked in with two other officers. The two Officers swiftly walked up to me and pulled my hands behind my back and locked them once again in Hinged Handcuffs. They then turned and left the room, closing the door behind them.

Daria then stated she watched me through the camera putting the belt on and it looked very simple, yet very unforgiving without the key. I was asked if I had they key and answered it was in the belt, Daria Smiled and said, I didn’t need it now, she had it, and would take care of it for me.

There was a brief pause and I was instructed to stand up, Daria walked up in front of me and stood easily 4 inches taller then me, she then said she wanted to see what it looks like and has to check to make sure it is properly locked.

I couldn’t believe this woman was so comfortable standing over me and was going to undo my pants to check the Chastity Belt. I have never felt so small before.

Daria undid my button and lowered my pants, probably too low, yet low enough where they were around my knees and lifted my shirt. She took along time observing the belt, and touching it where it goes around the waist, feeling the tightness and then the front shield.

She placed her whole hand over the front of the tube and stated, it was warm and again smiled.

After a few agonizing minutes of humiliation, my pants were pulled up and my shirt tucked in and button returned. I felt like a little kid being dressed, except I was handcuffed and chained to the floor.

Daria returned to the other items I brought in my suitcase and started to pick them up one at a time, turning them and looking at the difference in the Handcuffs.

I was asked what was the purpose of bringing so many different handcuffs and I answered her that they all serve a different function. I was asked to explain this and did, she stated I had a very good understanding of there function and use.

I was then asked about the posture collar, I explained it was for a very specific function and purpose and gave little movement when wearing it. I was surprised when she walked over to me and proceeded to place it around my neck, pulling the straps to make it tighter.

She then sat down across the table from me and asked me if was uncomfortable? I answered her both yes for embarrassment but not the position. She Smiled.

Daria then leaned in and asked me if I was ready to be released? I immediately stated yes, and she then laughed and said, not quite yet, I have a few calls to make to ensure your information, and then we should be able to clear this up.

Daria then asked me to look to my right, which I did and she stated that was a single cell which would be more comfortable than sitting in the chair and I will be placed in there while she does her final process of this incident.

Daria then instructed me to stand and she walked over and undid the lock connecting the ankle cuffs to the floor. I was then turned and walked into the single cell and she closed the steel door behind me. I was instructed to face the back wall and not move and back up until my shoulders touched the bars, which I did.

A few seconds later I felt her hands pass through the bars and she placed the ball gag in front of my mouth and told me to open my mouth. I did as was instructed and could feel the ball gag being pulled tightly into my mouth.

I then felt the blindfold being placed over my eyes and suddenly the light disappeared. When she finished doing that, she told me to turn around and face her voice. I reluctantly did this and felt the collar being pulled forward and heard a chain being pulled through the bars and felt it attaching the front of the collar. I couldn’t move my head away from the bars.

I pulled on the handcuffs and yet I was stuck and knew it. Daria told me remain calm and she would be back as soon as she made her calls to clear this up, I was told to enjoy myself and she walked away. I could her steps and the door open and close and knew she was now gone.

I pulled and struggled as best as I could, yet I was stuck, and chained to the bars of a cell door. My mind was having a field day of thoughts and emotions were quite strong.

It must have been about 45 minutes or maybe an hour before I heard the door open and heard shoes which sounded like those of Daria, the Superintendent, who placed me like this. I could smell her perfume and understood she was standing right in front of me. I felt the collar chain being loosened and was instructed to turn around.

The gag, blindfold and collar were removed and I was again instructed to turn around which I did, I watched Daria placing all my items back into the suitcase and carefully placing everything in nicely before closing the lid.

She walked over to me and asked if I was OK?

My answer was I was doing better now and she said that’s good, just wanted to give you a good experience.

Daria looked at me and said she had good news and bad news, what did I want first?

I said the good news for sure, she said, I was going to be released and would receive a ride to my Hotel and that everything checked out, yet they had to follow protocols and she gave me her apologies, yet thought I was none the worse for wear, and had a great story to share with those I wanted to share it with.

I then asked what was the bad news? Daria looked at me and stated, that the arresting officer was the one who first searched the suitcase and must have apparently took the key home with her and she was now on days off and wouldn’t be back until the following Tuesday. Would I be able to come and pick up the key then, or should they just mail it to me?

I paused and looked at her smiling at me, knowing full well they knew when my return flight was and that I could stop in and get the key before leaving.

My reaction was calm and as well knowing that I was going to be stuck in this belt while I was here anyways, so I guess I could stop in and get the key.

Daria then stated an officer would be by shortly to get me to take me to my Hotel and wished me a nice vacation along with another apology. In closing she stated, that belt is awesome and looks great on you, sorry your going to be stuck in it, yet I think you will be just fine and turned and walked out of the room.

It was at least another hour before I heard anything and just sat and stood and walked while still handcuffed in the cell to which I was left in. You would think that if I was cleared, I would be out of this cell and the Handcuffs would be taken off me, Yet here I am waiting.

A different female officer entered the room and proceeded to walk over to where I was locked in the cell and informed me that I was now going to be transported and would I comply with her directions calmly? I again stated yes, and then asked Transported where? She smiled and stated, to your Hotel Sir….

I asked if I could have the Handcuffs off and she replied she could not remove them at this time, it was out of her control and she was only following orders. She did apologize and stated that she had heard of my circumstances including the chastity belt and she empathised with my situation.

She then asked me to step to the back of the cell and turn around and face the wall. I did as instructed and heard the cell door open, to which I was then instructed to turn around and walk to her. This rather attractive officer then held my arm and guided me through the room to the outer door which she opened and we walked through.

I was surprised to see that there were several officers (all female) smiling at me as I was guided by. I looked at the officer walking with me and she had a huge smile on her face as well. It appears that everyone knows about my predicament and situation, yet I am still handcuffed and now locked in a Chastity Belt until the co-worker returns in 5 days’ time. I would be smiling as well if I was one of them, a male locked in a chastity belt doesn’t come through any detachment everyday, so I should feel proud.

The officer escorted me to an police cruiser and I was placed in the back and the seat belt was locked into place and the door was closed. It appeared over the top to have me still handcuffed even though I have been cleared of any wrong doing, yet there was no one who was going to be coming to save me.

The officer soon returned carrying my suitcase and placed it in the trunk of the car and closed it. She then got into the car and started it and informed me she was cleared to take me to my Hotel.

The drive was uneventful and we shared a conversation about her duties and responsibilities, which she informed me that this was a good day in her job, it was easy to transport me and I looked great in a Chastity Belt and handcuffed in her back seat. She confided she liked handcuffed men and I was a real gentleman about the whole ordeal.

I swear she took the long way to get there, for it took over an hour in the car before we arrived. I was then assisted out of the back of the car, the ankle cuffs were removed, as were the handcuffs and my suitcase was given to me and I was told to have a nice vacation and sorry for any problems.

I felt odd standing at the front door of my Hotel after getting out of the police car, yet apparently, the bell kop had no problem with it and welcomed me and apologized for all the confusion, yet was grateful I arrived so quickly without any further issues.

When I approached the check in counter, I was greeted by the manager who stated, my room rate had been greatly discounted and they were happy to assist me in any way.

I checked in and went to my room.

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