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Group Torture Trap

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By Jamie and Dean

When Jamie arrives he is to sign the contract within 5 minutes of arriving.

As soon as he has finished signing the contract he must be picked up and put face down on the bondage table. Ensure he is in the correct position. Place his neck in the neck stock and padlock closed. Now fasten his wrists to each leg of the table using the padded metal manacles that are bolted to the front two legs, and padlock securely closed. Then place his ankles in the stocks bolted to the end of the bondage table, and padlock closed. You must now start to strap his legs, arms and body securely down to the table using the metal straps and secure each one with a padlock.

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Copdar – The Submissive State Trooper

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By Cuffsandcops

During the early part of my 20s, I spent a lot of time on various websites and in chatrooms figuring out who I am and what I like. It was in these forums that I discovered my Copdar. This is a story of an officer who made it blatantly obvious who he was and what he liked. I regularly checked into chatrooms that were within a reasonable driving distance from my home. While in a room that was 2 hours away, I noticed a screen name with the words bound, cop, and some number that I cannot recall now. I immediately struck up a conversation with him.

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Vacation

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By JR

From my previous accounts, you will know that my boyfriend and I have developed a serious power play dynamic, which did not occur until a couple of years into our relationship.  I always had a strong desire to be bound and punished, and eventually awakened a dominant side of David that continues to blow my mind.  He keeps me in a steady rotation of chastity devices, overnight bondage scenes, and just plain hot sex.  Occasionally we play with others, but mostly we enjoy finding ways to be creative in our sexual pursuits together.  Our last vacation got creative.

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Held prisoner

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By Straghtjacket

It was a while ago that I responded to an ad in Drummer Magazine. The bondage toy market wasn’t nearly as expansive as it is now and men didn’t talk much about safe words, at least not the guys I hung out with. Well, some did have safewords and that was a distinguishing characteristic between “serious” men and players. I came out to old guard men who taught me the ropes. I was a bottom and essentially a slave to everyone. I had to work my way from being scum to finally earning my leathers.

I was held prisoner by two guys that looked like hairy bearded red necks. They were just as likely to drink a coke in the bars as they were to drink booze. They were the first tattooed men that I had known at the time and they always smelled of cigar smoke.

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Training Property – Part 1

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By ty dehner

Most evenings, with winter setting in, I walk back from Starbucks as darkness falls. I enjoy my few hours at Starbucks working on my writing and sometimes exploring new music and movies that are going to be released. On my walk home I pass by the city police stations and often see them coming and going to their patrol cars. A few of them look damn handsome in their dark uniform, and now that it is colder they wear their jackets over their shirts and heavy Kevlar vests. Sure I have a few thoughts of how I would like to serve a Cop Boss one day. I need that type of structure and control in my life, and I have a feeling there are several that would keep me well under their control.

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A Visit to Serious Male Bondage

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By Mikey

They freed me from the neoprene sack, after struggling so much, I was covered in sweat and drool from the gag, but very happy and turned on. Mark had set up a standing metal cage in the corner closet, so Dalton grabbed a Mr. S leather straightjacket, and they put me in it, wearing nothing by my Wescos. Daddy Tony strapped it up nice and tight too, making sure the sleeve buckles went underneath the loops on the side of the jacket, and cinching up the strap on the forearms nice and tight!

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Number 6 – Part 4

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By Mister-X / Spartan

Finally that day’s class was ended. He told everyone to come back the next day for the second day of class. He said that there would be a chance to get some hands-on experience by practicing some of the techniques he’d taught on a volunteer. He didn’t say who the volunteer was, but I knew. It was me.

I stuck around while the students filed out. Number 7 could see me and came up to me. I had several questions I wanted to ask him. He started by quizzing me. “Were you here for the whole session?”

“Yes.”

“So you know some of the torture that you will be experiencing?”

“Yes.”

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Copdar – Banned From the Mall

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By Cuffsandcops

The city where I attended college had two malls. I worked at a store in one of them during the end of my undergrad. I was attentive to the loss prevention officers in the store and the mall cops that regularly patrolled the corridors. Any time officers from the local police department were in the store, I made it a point to be nearby to see what they were up to. Unfortunately, the mall and my store in particular, were not very popular, because it lacked the size and variety that the other mall in town had.

The other retail center was always bustling with people in its multiple levels and large food court. The mall cops there wore white uniform shirts, blue pants, Stratton hats, and duty belts with everything but a holster for a weapon. Whenever I was there, I would take a few extra laps around just to see if I would cross paths with one of the officers. Since I didn’t work at this location, I began to take chances by engaging the mall cops in conversation about their duties and the gear they carried when I could get them to stop to talk.

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