The Police Convention · Part 1 (1/2)
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"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.
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