By Rich

In September of this year, on a cold afternoon, I decided it was too cold to ride my regular motor unit, a BMW r1150p, and decided not to change out of my uniform and just jump into a patrol vehicle. I’ve been an officer with the California Highway Patrol for 8 years and a motor unit for 4 years. It’s the best job in the world and I can’t think of doing anything else.

It seemed that things slowed down on a that cold day and I parked to catch some rest in an orchard near Interstate 5. As I parked I opened the recon app on my phone and was searching people in the area that were 100% active or masters. I noticed one was very close to where I was parked, and I was kind of surprised because it is a rural area. So I began messaging him and after he began inquiring about me, I remember the message: “Sir, I am a motorcycle officer and currently I am in a marked patrol unit, my boots and socks are wet and I’d love nothing more than to be in a warm sleep sack or strait jacket.” He laughed and we continued to talk over the next month or so.

The end of November came, and he sent a message ordering me to come over for my lunch hour. Of course I told him that I was the only motor unit for 200 square miles and if a priority call came through the radio I would have to respond immediately. He said he understood but ordered me there at 6:00pm.

I was on my bike that day and showed up to this incredible Victorian style house with a barn near a town that’s only known for being the birthplace of Ghirardelli Chocolate. No other houses around and I pulled up and immediately parked in the barn to conceal my bike. As I took my helmet off, I noticed a piece of paper tacked to the front door. It said “come inside, I’ve laid out wrist restraints, a collar and a hood you will put on but not lock in place. Do not take off any piece of your clothing.”

I walked in and was so nervous I was nearly shaking because I had never done anything like this, but I’ve had the desire to do bondage since I can remember. Surely if I was caught I would have been fired or worse. I noticed a pair of large restraints that were made of thick steel and the outside was wrapped in leather and connected by a chain. There was a collar that was the same leather and metal combination and a thick padded hood with only a small nose hole. I can’t explain the feeling I had or the thoughts totally racing in my head. (In the academy, they teach us to think of what the headlines in the paper would say if we did something stupid or unethical. All I could think was, “Gay Cop Found in a Cage With Leather Mask On.”)

There were leg irons similar to those we put on prisoners in the sallie port of the jail, but my boots were too big to fit them around so I left them alone. I put on the other gear as ordered.

I stood there and the thoughts continued, it was a few minutes and I got scared and thought about leaving because nobody had showed up.

Then I hear a heavy boot stomp coming down the steps. I hear “Hello slave” and my cock gets rock hard and pushes against my cup. (A hooker kicked me in the nut sack a few years back and I started wearing a cup after my nut was ruptured, it was fucking awful).

I feel him walking toward me and he touches my cheek and begins running it. I can’t see anything and my heart starts pounding but my cock likes it very much and I can feel wetness on my dick.

It goes quiet again and then THWACK! I feel a whip hit my ass, but it didn’t hurt because I had my vest and duty belt still on. He told me to get down on my knees and answer him as to why I didn’t have my leg irons on as the note said but before I could answer he hooked a leash to the big metal collar and locked it on with a big padlock.

I stood up and he led me down a hallway. I kind of felt like the gimp from pulp fiction, but the sexual energy running through me was intoxicating.

He set me down on all fours and I could feel a heavy clamp come down on both ankles around my boot, from which there was no escape. Then my forearms were locked down and I heard a drill, which scared the fuck out of me, but from what I gathered, the big metal restraints were attached to a table and I was literally bolted down to a table on all fours. Two of the metal restraints clamped down just above my boot at the top of my calf and two were on my forearms.

He tore the seat of my pants open and jammed in a huge plug into my ass and then I felt a tension on the hood which kept my head in an up fixed position.

He opened my pants and put these two straps around my balls and dick. Suddenly I felt this incredible massaging feeling from my asshole to the head of my cock. It became very strong, almost to the point that I couldn’t take it. He kept saying that I was a good slave and there were no safe words allowed.

I shot a load into my cup and felt like I almost couldn’t take it.

I was released from the table and it felt good to stretch out a bit. He put a set of heavy steel restraints around my ankles and I head a click. I then heard a motor, like a winch motor, and he told me to sit. It wasn’t easy but I made it to the ground. In less than a minute I was hanging upside down. He took the hood off and placed a huge gag in my mouth that began to expand as if it was inflatable. Then he placed a thick leather eye blindfold on my eyes and ear plugs in my ears. My hands were chained to a shipping strap attached to the wall, and he pulled so tight my arms were at a fixed position directly pointing at the hook holding the strap on the wall. He left me there alone for approximately 10 minutes, and I felt as though I would cum again and not even had touched my dick.

He came back and played with my nipples. I had them pierced a few years back and it makes me feel dirty when my vest rubs against them at work.

Anyway, I ended up cumming again when I felt him begin flogging my backside. Again I didn’t feel much due to my belt, belt keepers and vest being in the way.

After he let me down, he ordered me to lay on my stomach in this big steel dog cage. I was hog tied and again left to try and wiggle around. The thick metal/steel restraints felt so good I almost didn’t want them to be taken off.

He reached under me while I was in the cage and slid a tube into my urethra and I lost control of my ability to piss. I could hear drips into a container and this huge tube down my cock hole.

After about 20 minutes or so, he came in and released me. I got my helmet and jacket on and left. I get hard every time I ride by.

I’ve messaged him a few times, and luckily no priority calls came in during that time. My sergeant did see the tear in my pants when I got back to the office. I told him that I caught it on a tree stump.

I left his house and haven’t been back since. I drive by every now and then just to see if maybe he has a slave outside his house or maybe catch a glimpse of him but I haven’t.

It was risky to go on duty, but I feel like a bondage addict, like I want to go over there every time I get a chance.

Anyway, thanks for letting me share this. I don’t think I gave away too much information. It was my first bondage experience and I really, really want another one. Maybe even one day become someone’s slave.