By handcuffcop

I’d had a cop uniform and handcuff fantasy for years. I spent forever scrolling Recon, and a lot of the cops on there don’t post face pics. I tried messaging a bunch of them and got nowhere, no idea why, and it drove me nuts. Then I matched with a grandpa born in 1953 who turned out to be a prison guard and parole officer. If one of his juvenile parolees stopped following the rules, he was the guy who cuffed them and took them back to jail. I said you send kids to the jail, and he said no I didn’t send them to jail, they sent them to jail. Fair enough, to some extent.

Getting him to meet up was a whole process. We finally agreed on a McDonald’s in Somerville, and he honestly did not look like a cop. Skinny little old man in a leather jacket who showed up on a motorcycle. We didn’t even order food, just sat and talked. Eventually we talked about some topics: handcuff obsession, his job and jail. Then he pulled a pair of leg shackles out of his jacket and dropped them on the table like it was nothing and threatened to put them on me. I’d only ever owned handcuffs, never shackles at that time. I turned bright red and begged him to put them away because I was scared someone would see, lol. Meanwhile I was dying to be cuffed.

I asked if he could “arrest” me outside and put me in the back of my car. He said no, someone might call the cops and he didn’t want the trouble. So I asked if we could at least try the back seat of my car. He said okay. We climbed in the back, he finally handed me the shackles I’d been dreaming about, and I put them on right away. They were the round kind, and so tight. You didn’t even have to lock them down hard. The second you heard that click, you felt it on your ankles very tight. Cut to my bone, and I felt aching. Then I asked him to hogtie me. Just cuffs in front, threaded through the shackles. Amazing. It only lasted a few minutes before he took it all off, and I said goodbye feeling super reluctant and set up another meetup.

New Year’s was coming up and hotels were crazy expensive, so we went back and forth for ages. I told him my dream was to ring in the new year in cuffs. This was 2022 into 2023. He started hunting for a hotel with some conditions: we’d split the cost 50/50, he wanted cash, it had to have a bathtub, and it couldn’t be a dump with bedbugs. I was told to wear loose pants and white underwear. But I didn’t wear white underwear for some reason. It took him forever to find one, and he kept making me promise I’d actually show up. He always got stood up by people who had cold feet at the very last minute. When the day came, I packed my Nike compression top and tights, comfy running socks (Nike Elites), long soccer socks, and my own handcuffs, all in my gym bag. Like he said, I wore loose pants.

We set the ground rules: no sex, we’d be in character from the moment I knocked, and no safeword if things got intense. The only thing I could say was “beg you please.”

The drive was about 40 minutes, and like in The Little Prince, every extra minute made me more excited. I was wired the whole way. I got to the hotel, went upstairs with my heart pounding, and knocked. He opened the door, let me in, and went straight into interrogation mode. First he demanded the room fee, $60, then told me to put my stuff on the table. It honestly felt like I was being arrested. He was in a button-up, gray slacks, and dress shoes. I’d wanted him in uniform, but he said it was a pain to dig out, and that this is what he wears when he makes arrests anyway.

Then the search. He told me to strip and I didn’t hesitate, even though it was the first time I’d ever undressed in front of a man. Everything came off, boxers included. Face to the wall. His order was nose to the wall, but I actually had my forehead against it. Legs apart. I spread them, he said not enough, so I spread them more, until I could barely stay steady. Then he cuffed me. No push-on method. He opened each cuff and closed it around my wrist, left first, then right. It was not very tight. Then he walked me into the bathroom and made me look at myself in the mirror. So humiliating.

Then he put an adult diaper on me, because apparently that’s standard procedure for an arrest. I didn’t dare ask, so I went along with it, hands on the wall, forehead against it, while he put it on me. Weirdly, I didn’t feel embarrassed, even though he assumed the diaper would humiliate me. What actually got me was earlier at McDonald’s, when he slammed the shackles on the table in front of other people and threatened to arrest me. That’s when I suddenly felt like a real prisoner.

After the humiliation came the shackles. He didn’t make me lift a leg or kneel, he just bent down and locked them on himself. I could’ve kicked him, lol, but I didn’t, because I wanted the full arrest-and-processing experience. A prisoner wouldn’t dare, he has to obey the guard. Then he told me to kneel. I thought, that took you long enough. He pulled out a chain and connected my cuffs behind my back to the shackles as hog tie. He walked around in front of me and said if I were a cop-gay, he’d be making me suck him right now, but it was just talk and he went and sat on the couch. The carpet was soft, so kneeling didn’t bother me at all.

I asked why he hadn’t given me a uniform and left me in just a diaper. He said that’s how real inmates get processed: the diaper means they don’t need bathroom breaks during transfer to court. You can pick between something like a urine bag, where you tell the officer and he empties it for you, or a diaper. Diapers get really uncomfortable after you use them, and during transport you might have to poop in it too, which is why the prison van smells so bad. A lot of inmates won’t eat or drink before court for that exact reason. As for why I was naked, he said that when he arrested juvenile offenders, Massachusetts doesn’t allow juveniles to wear prison uniforms, so they have to be naked. Is that actually true? I didn’t argue. I just really love the orange jumpsuits.

Next he took the cuffs off and tied ropes to the headboard, then cuffed me to the knots in the rope, left side and right. The shackles stayed on, and he tied another rope to the foot of the bed. I was spread out like a starfish. Then he punished me with a wooden paddle. It wasn’t super hard, but it really hurt, especially on my butt. I said “beg you please,” which is embarrassing because I’m such a baby about pain. He eased up a little but kept going, and told me he couldn’t just hit one spot because it would bruise.

Later I had to pee. I begged him to uncuff me, and he told me to just go in the diaper. I didn’t want to get the hotel sheets dirty, so I said “beg you please” again, and he let me go to the bathroom in the shackles. They were so tight the tendons in my heels hurt. When I was done, he said to take a break and sit next to him on the couch. I didn’t listen. I knelt in front of him and asked him to cuff my hands, saying I didn’t deserve to sit. Then I asked him to put a second pair on me, so I’d be wearing two. He even had thumbcuffs. I tried them and they slid right off my thumbs. I asked him to put them on so I could take pics. It was my first time playing with cuffs with another person, so those pics went straight onto my Recon profile.

Then he told me I’d earned a prison uniform. Finally, clothes! I was so happy. Honestly, I liked it way more than being naked in a diaper. The diaper stayed on underneath, of course. The uniform was comfortable, good quality, and fit me perfectly. The guard joked around too. He said he’d take the cuffs off to put the top on, but the shackles didn’t need to come off to put on white underwear and pants. I didn’t get it, so he just took the shackles off and explained how it’s done. Haha, I wanted to try it myself next time. I hadn’t worn white underwear, so he got me a pair and I put them on over the diaper. Apparently that’s a luxury for an inmate, because if you wear your own white underwear, they don’t issue you the prison’s. (I wore black, by the way, because I was worried about getting hard and leaking. Light colors, especially white, would be so embarrassing, and black hides it.) Once I was dressed, I asked to see myself in the mirror and it was amazing.

Then the restraints went back on: cuffs in front, then shackles, then a waist chain for transport. The chain was really thick, locked to the cuffs with the lock at the back and an extra length he could use to lead me around. He dragged me to the bathroom mirror again, pulled down the uniform pants to show off my underwear and diaper, and teased me about it. Honestly I felt fine about it. We took some pics, and it was so good. I really wanted him to shove me into a patrol car and take me to a cell. I paced around the room in the chains trying to feel like an inmate. Of course he wasn’t going to let me off that easy. He switched me from cuffed in front to cuffed behind, then put a pair of plastic snap-closure pants over the white underwear. So from the inside out: diaper, underwear, plastic pants. He added the thumbcuffs, and finally I knelt. Perfect. I love kneeling. I just wish he’d worn a uniform. He kept one from when he retired and I begged him to bring it, but he said it was too much trouble to find. Maybe I just didn’t deserve it. It’s his prized possession and it probably shouldn’t be desecrated like that. Then came the hogtie, with a chain between the cuffs and the shackles. By then we’d been playing for a long time.

Then we went out for New Year’s dinner at McDonald’s, because it was the only place open. It was drizzling. He wouldn’t let me take off the diaper, so I put my own pants on over the prison pants, which is exactly why he made me bring loose ones. With a puffy jacket on top, you couldn’t tell as long as nothing came off. After eating we went to buy water, and I ran into a really cute guy. I’m still mad I didn’t get his number. He looked at me a certain way and I think he was gay too, haha.

Back at the room, I tried on my Nike compression gear, tried all kinds of poses, and took pics. I’d also always wondered what it would be like to cuff my hands using the leg shackles. Even at the tightest setting, it’s not that easy to wriggle out of. I also tried one hand in front and one behind with the chain running through my crotch. That position hurts like hell. Also as transportation cuff setting, black box between cuffs were applied which made cuffs so hurt and I couldn’t like it. Because it restricts more you couldn’t hear the perfect sound between cuffs and chains.

After that we played in the prison uniform and took more pics for a while. He got tired and went to shower, and I left. I didn’t sleep with him. If he’d been a young cop I probably would’ve blown him by now and given him my first time, but no such luck. We also talked a lot. I asked if he’d want to be cuffed or wear a uniform with me playing the cop, and he said no, since they all get cuffed in training and know what it feels like. He’s gay and never married. I asked whether he ever felt anything for the people he arrested, or ever asked for sexual favors, and he said absolutely not. That would put him in prison and he’d lose his pension. He never even posted a face pic on Recon because he didn’t want inmates finding him. Honestly it’s a bit disappointing, but I’m also kind of reassured that gay cops are upstanding. Part of me wishes they weren’t so I could flirt with them, that would be so romantic, but knowing they’re honest on the job, I have a new respect for Massachusetts cops.

But my real fantasy is getting pulled over for speeding, and he tells me what I’d have to do to avoid a ticket. He cuffs me, puts me in the back of the cruiser, and I blow him. Or I get taken to the station in cuffs and blow him there, then spend the night in a cell. That would be hot too. But whether it’s the pension or a real love of the job, most cops (or at least most of them) are upstanding. And a weird thing: the uniforms are just ordinary synthetic fabric, nothing special to the touch, but the second a guy puts one on he looks so sharp that you just want to kneel, get cuffed, and blow him.