By Cuffsandcops

The grocery store at the bottom of the hill has become a gold mine for getting cuffed. I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. Over the summer I began noticing a security guard was posted up near the self-checkouts. He is a big dude, 6-foot-5, probably 300 pounds of thickness. He wore most of his gear on his vest and had a weapon on his hip. I tend to shop later in the evening when there aren’t many other customers.

One night as I entered the store I saw the guard looking at the case of donuts and baked goods. I approached him and asked what kind of cuffs he was carrying. He pulled a pair of black chain cuffs from the front of his vest. They didn’t look like Peerless or Smith and Wesson but were along those lines. I asked if I could experience being cuffed. He looked at me funny.

I said I would let him try on my Rolex and handed him the Sea Dweller that had been on my wrist. He commented that his wife would freak out if she thought he bought a Rolex. I made sure to open the bracelet as large as it could go before I handed it over. He slipped it on his wrist and took a picture to send to his wife.

I repeated my question since he had my watch on his wrist, and he told me to turn around. He cranked the cuffs on tightly on both wrists. I asked if they were the normal tightness, and he said they were. My palms were facing inward, and he didn’t use much technique when he applied the cuffs. I would guess that I was handcuffed for maybe 3 minutes.

The security guard told me to turn around and he used his key to release the cuffs. I had very red rings around my wrists from the short time I was cuffed, which reflected how tightly they were put on. He handed my watch back. I thanked him for the experience and went about getting my groceries. After paying for my groceries, I asked the guard if his wife responded to the picture of the Rolex on his wrist. He laughed and said she said he better not have spent money like that on a watch. I laughed along with him and we exchanged names while shaking hands. I left the store with the red rings still very prominent around my wrists.

Throughout the summer, the security guard and I conversed casually. I mentioned to him that my buddies didn’t believe that I had been cuffed in the grocery store and asked if he would take a picture of me in handcuffs. He laughed and said it wasn’t a good time. Every so many trips to the store I would make a comment about taking the picture and he declined.

One evening, he was walking around the produce department, and I noticed he was carrying a second pair of cuffs. This pair was a black pair of chain handcuffs very similar to the pair I had previously tried on. I asked if I could try them on for the picture and he agreed. I handed him my phone with the camera opened. He set the phone down and took the new pair of cuffs off his belt. Just like before, the security guard closed the cuffs very tightly around my wrists. He took a few pictures of me handcuffed behind my back in the middle of the produce department. He set the phone down to remore the cuffs. I scrolled through the pictures and said they looked great. I thanked him for taking the pictures and locking me up again. He said it was no problem and walked over to his usual resting spot.

I maintained conversation with the security guard during the fall when I would get my weekly groceries. He also started working out at my gym and we would say hello to each other there. In December, there were a few visits to the store where he wasn’t present. One day there was a new guard standing in a familiar spot near the self-checkouts. This guy was smaller in stature but wore the same gear stocked vest and also had a weapon on his belt. He took a walk though the prepared food section, so I drove my cart in his direction. I asked him what kind of cuffs he was carrying.

He took out a pair of black Smith and Wesson hinged cuffs. He said he always carried 2 pairs of them. I told him that the other guard had put me in his chain cuffs and asked if I could see how hinged felt. He said putting them in front would be easier for him to take them off. I said that I would prefer properly behind the back and turned away from him. He pushed my watch away from my wrist and applied the hinged cuffes between it and my hand. My right hand was then pulled behind me and locked in the other cuff. My palms were facing out this time.

While cuffed, I asked him if he was going to be working at the store often and he said he was just filling in a bit and usually worked at another grocery store. We talked a bit about the frequency he has to use his cuffs and he said he tried to avoid it as much as possible, but it did happen. He told me to turn around and removed the handcuffs. This guard had not tightened the cuffs as much as the other one had, so the rings were not as red or prominent as the previous experiences. I shook the guard’s hand and we exchanged names. In subsequent trips to the store, the original security guard made his return, and I have not seen the second guy.

You never know what could happen when you go the store for groceries.

Metal would like to thank the author, Cuffsandcops, for the story — and for the picture!