By slickchaser
I was asked to be a part of a “prison restraint” demonstration amongst a small group of enthusiasts wanting to see what was available. Sent by my friend Gerry, this setup involved no heads-up meeting, only some requests for sizing of various things and a signed waiver. The party was in a countryside home, set up in a black metal building outside the main house. Gerry only informed me I would be handed off to his buddy who simply went by “Sir C,” with the C being for “Captain.” Without divulging too much, he basically explained that captain had been involved in the sales industry for prison restraints, and, now in retirement, he still showcased to casual or serious observers on proper prison “sequencing.” I was told to be ready for mild to wild.
Gerry led me from the car to the building, where inside was Captain and two other aides, whom he didn’t name but told me they would be “heavily involved” with whatever predicaments lied ahead. The building was laid out with dark grey floors and some lights set up on poles and about 10 chairs around. Captain informed me I had to get ready soon as the party in the house would be walking over any minute. No intros, no pleasantries, just ordered to strip, and with the two aides, handed a one-piece orange jumpsuit that, once I had on and zipped up, fit very firm and neat on me. Gerry waved as the two aides finished on me and simply departed behind the main area, sitting on a lone chair as if he signaled “goodbye” to me from afar.
