Training OfficerA BDSM Story by Harley
Grant [ Back to Chapter 3 ] Chapter 4: Time off for good behaviorWhen dinnertime came around she brought the tray of food into the cell area, but put it down on the desk. She picked up the cuffs and had me stand up with my back to the bars. Once again, two pairs of cuffs went on my wrists. This time she came into the cell and had me lie on the floor with my head by the door. Quickly she secured my ankles together with the heavy cuffs. A chain between them put me into a hog tie. This she cinched up pretty tight. Another chain went around my knees and pulled them together. Yet another chain went around my elbows, snugging them down. She left and left the door open. She came back with the dinner tray and put it on the floor in front of me. “Prison is criticized for being a time of sensory deprivation. In order to counteract this problem, new techniques are being developed to encourage the prisoner to explore more deeply the sensations available to them. It has been suggested that this exercise of having the prisoner eat when secured will encourage a greater awareness of the many sensations of food that are available and prolong the experience. You are privileged to contribute data towards evaluating this policy.” She backed out of the door and went over to her desk. I hitched myself forward the few inches needed to get in contact with the food tray. You can eat without hands, but it’s a different matter being secured in a tight hogtie on the floor. I couldn’t really raise up my head very much. I had to plan out how I was going to eat the food. The main dish was a rice and vegey mix with some chicken in as well. I moved my face over the dish and reached in and took a bite. Have to be careful or I’ll put my face in the rice. Stretch, and get a bite. Relax back and try to chew it. Didn’t know eating dinner could be so tiring. Occasionally I’d look over at her. She was doing paper work and glancing at me. Obtaining data, I guess. It took a long time to eat like this. But it did help me to appreciate each bite. After I was finished she removed the try and released me from bondage. I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my hands. “Did you find that opening up a new range of experiences?” “Yes, each bite was a separate event. But it was also quite tiring for the neck.” “Do you think you’d develop the muscles to do that – over time?” “I don’t know.” I rubbed my neck. “That was a bit much.” “I admit I gave you the extreme form. For breakfast tomorrow we will do an alternative and see if you get the same sensory experience.” She brightened up and clapped her hands. “But I feel it is time to show you the rewards of cooperation. And I do feel this is going very well.” She left the cell and returned with an orange jump suit. “Put this on.” It would be my first clothing since I got here. It was a one piece jump suit. Totally orange. On the back was black lettering that said “Sex Offender.” I pointed to this and said to her, “this is so true.” She smiled. I stood up and put it on, zipping up the front. She had also brought some restraints, of course. A wide leather belt went around my waist. My hands were cuffed into a medium length chain. More room to move than handcuffs, but still held my hands down. This chain had already been put through a metal loop in the front of the belt. My hands were secured in my lap, but I did have a little room to move them. Leather cuffs were put around each ankle with a chain joining them. Again, not overly restrictive, but effective. Finally, a leather collar went around my neck. She locked a leash to this and led me out of the jail area. “I think you should get a little R&R, sort of a little expedition. And you look good in the prisoner suit.” We went up the stairs to the main level of her house and into the living room. She indicated for me to sit on the floor at the right end of the couch. “You may use the front of the couch to support your back.” She took the leash and clipped it into a little screw that had been put discretely into the base of the sofa right between two cushions. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d never find it. “For the duration of this R&R period, a more informal conversational style is permitted, subject to maintaining proper respect.” “So it’s OK for me to start a conversation?” “That is correct.” “You have thought this all out very carefully. Am I really the first person you’ve done all this to?” “I have done some limited experimentation on others, but you are the first to get the full treatment.” “I am honored. That little touch with the screw to hold the leash. You’ve given this much thought.” She blushed and acknowledged my complement. To tell her that she was organized and had planned – well, there was no higher complement for someone like her. “I have a nice program for us this evening. I just got this.” She fired up the DVD player. It opened to a screen of bars with the caption “Great Police Forces of
the World: Volume 8:
It actually wasn’t bad. Lots of not very formally trained police running around slapping the hell out of prisoners. Low tech all the way. After it was over, she shook her head. “Not very disciplined.” “And certainly not ones to plan ahead.” She laughed, and playfully tugged my neck chain. “Why don’t you stand up and stretch a bit.” She loosened the chain connecting me to the sofa. I got up and shook out the kinks for a second before sitting back down. She reconnected me. We watched another video, this one was about heroic police officers. Afterward, she took up the leash and told me it was time for bed. We walked back down to the jail. In the cell again I went and she locked the door. Again the procedure of having me back up to the bars so she could remove the bonds. She also had me remove the jump suit and again I was naked. “You had privileges. Psychologically, you are likely now to assume they are permanent or create a new status. Standard procedures indicate a discipline inducing event should now be created. You are to lie down on the bed on your back.” I complied. She reopened the door and came in holding some leather cuffs. One went around my right ankle and the other end to the bed frame. The other did the same on the left ankle. I could move each ankle a few inches, but that was all. She went out, got a leather belt and came back. She had me sit up so she could put this around my waist. This belt had wrist cuffs from each side. My arms went in these. Again, they allowed some movement. She had me lay back down and she put a collar on me and hooked it by chains on either side to the bed frame. I was now firmly forced to lie on my back. I could move and stretch a bit, move my head side to side, even roll partially on my side. Each of the cuffs locked, so I was stuck that way. She stood back and went to the doorway. “Per regulation, you are required to spend eight hours in that position. You may find that hard to do, and you can ask to be released, but you will incur demerits for early release. So judge carefully.” She left, leaving me a bit confused. Was she going to check on me all night? She turned out the lights and went up the stairs. Well, I guess I was going to bed. She had done lights out at 10pm, which meant I was there until 6am unless I wanted to earn demerits. I had a feeling I was going to earn them. I must have dozed off, but I remember her flashlight shining around my cell. I looked at her. “It is 1am, you have five hours left, do you want to be released?” “How many demerits would that be?” “Five hours at five demerits a piece, 25 in all.” Twenty five, that would be 6 hours of punishment back in the cage, or maybe about three hours for the more severe punishment. Didn’t sound good. “Not yet.” She went away. Five minutes later when I couldn’t fall asleep, it didn’t seem like a good idea. When I next sensed the flashlight, it was 4am she told me. I was getting sore. “How many if I give up now?” “Two hours at four per hour is 8 demerits.” Himm, the rate was getting easier, 4 instead of 5. I had to think about this, one hour of severe punishment. “Do you think I could make one hour of your more severe punishment?” “Frankly, I would advise you to hold out a fit long. The rate of demerits per hours goes down as well, so you could save some time.” I nodded and let her go. “I’m pretty close to giving up.” I called to her back. She apparently was getting up at 4 am for I heard her taking a shower and then coming back to me. “It is now 4:30 am, one and a half hours to go, how do you feel?” “Very sore.” “You would now incur 1.5 hours of time at 3 demerits per hour, or 4.5 demerits, which is rounded up to 5.” “I give up.” “You have now incurred five demerits. As this is your second offense, you will go in the severe punishment.” She unlocked the cell door and took off my restraint. She allowed me to stretch before cuffing just my hands in front of me and escorting me out the door. She knew I was too weak to do anything. We went out into the main area and suddenly I saw the punishment device and I shuddered both with fear and with anticipation. How did she know that this was my utter extreme dream?’ Sitting there on the floor before me was a modern form of a medieval punishment: The Scavanger’s Daughter. I actually broke out of her light grip, knelt on the floor and began kissing it, I was so moved. [ On to Chapter 5 ] |