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Copdar – Worth Being Late

By Cuffsandcops

Last week, I took a half day from work in order to get my teeth cleaned. My dentist’s office is located on the western edge of the city limits and several small police departments serve the surrounding area. Back more than a few years ago, I successfully got an officer from one of the PDs to cuff me and sit me in the back seat of his patrol vehicle, so every time I have an appointment on that side of town, I wonder if the opportunity will rise again.

I really wanted to get my truck washed before my appointment so I left my house early enough to account for that errand. The line at the car wash was way too long, so I decided to hook a U-turn and head towards the dentist on a road where I knew some officers liked to park while monitoring traffic. As I passed by a large parking lot next to a church, I noticed a marked SUV up against the tree line.

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Copdar – Grocery Store Guards

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.

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The Cell

By slaveobjectx

i was in my late 20s when this happened.

After some years of looking, i finally found a Master online who was seriously into caging and imprisoning slaves with a taste for metal bondage. As long as I can remember, i was fascinated by men in chains, behind bars, locked up. Chains and locks have a powerful psychological effect on me that rope bondage can not match. So i could not wait to hand myself over for a five-day, no-way-out, period of incarceration. i had not seen my Jailer/Master in advance but we had spent much time discussing my incarceration and ensuring that i trusted him totally.

So on Monday i went to a quiet deserted street under the railway arches in South London. He appeared on his motorcycle at exactly 10 p.m. Without a word i took the helmet he offered me, put it on, and got on behind him on the motorbike. The helmet had a blackened visor – as a result i could not see where we were going, only the street lights and the rear lights of cars penetrated the darkness. It felt like being kidnapped. Certainly already it led to a sense that I was not in control.

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A Few Hours of Suffering

By keepmetiedup

They say “write what you know,” so here’s a short story that actually happened to me (with just a teeny bit of embellishment). This story contains descriptions of breath control, some CNC, and pain.

At breakfast this morning, I noticed my jaw still ached when I started to eat my toast.  Later, in the shower, the hot water made my nips hurt again.  When I looked in the mirror, I saw the black and blue marks across my back and ass.  All souvenirs of a good time suffering for a demanding top three days ago.

I visit my family every few months and I often try to schedule a play session before or after my time with my family.  Sometimes, it doesn’t work out.  On this trip, however, I succeeded in setting up a date with a trusted top I had visited many times before who is into pain, cbt, bondage, and – yes – breath controI.  I went over to his place.  We chatted about limits and preferences, and I told him I was interested in playing a bit more with breath control.  I reminded him that I hadn’t visited him for about two years, and he said that he would have to punish me for not coming to see him again sooner.  I smilingly agreed that he would indeed need to punish me.

He told me to strip down to my birthday suit, to go into the next room, and to wait for him with my hands behind my back and my head bowed.  Naturally I complied.  The second room was quite dark and without my glasses on, it was hard to see anything.  I waited.  Eventually, I heard him walk up behind me and he slipped a blindfold on.  Now I couldn’t see anything at all.  I heard him walk around in front of me.  He told me to present my arms to him.  He attached what felt like leather cuffs to each wrist and he fastened these together in front of me with what I’m assuming was a short length of rope.  He didn’t ignore my nips.  He clamped each one with something snug and secure.  I never did see what they were, but they did their job and hurt.  He guided me around the room to a different position.

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26 Hours Locked in a Below-Ground Cell

Note: this is a re-post of a true bondage story by Bind of Men In Chains, which was previously shared in the Metalbond Prison Library back in 2012. There is video from the experience available at Serious Male Bondage.

By Bind

Mark, the owner of several websites including www.seriousmalebondage.com, has a very interesting thing on his back deck that he built.  They call it the “Deck Cell.”  The first time I saw it in person was February 2012.  I was invited to go up to San Francisco to experience some bondage at Mark’s place that we affectionately call the Serious Bondage Institute.  I was given a tour of the place, then we went outside to the back of his house and I saw it.  The moment that I saw the “deck cell” I knew that I needed to be locked in it.

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Copdar – Bubba from Kentucky

By Cuffsandcops

Hook up apps with maps help to pin point parts of the city populated with hotels and out of town visitors. One of these areas is not too far from my house and I admit to sending more messages to profiles that show up there, compared to other local locations. I noticed a picture of a thick cock presumedly staying at a hotel on the map.

Clicking into the profile, it revealed a 40-year-old man, standing 6 feet tall, and weighing 275 pounds. He identified as muscular, bisexual, and vers/bottom. He indicated that he very much liked public play and exhibitionism in subcategories.

I am very fetish foward on this app, and in typical fashion, initated conversation by asking “ever been handcuffed?” Usually I phrase this question by asking generally if someone has expience with handcuffs, but given the information in the profile, I put a more submissive twist on it. To my surprise, he responded by saying he had, alot. When I asked for clarification, he revealed that he was a retired cop. I commented that I would love to see if he could still get his hands behind his back and maybe he could give me a few pointers on my cuffing technique.

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Copdar – Recent Short Stories

By Cuffsandcops

The Gym Rat MP

One of my most enjoyble summer activities has been going to the gym at different times of the day. It has been fun to observe and interact with new people. I noticed a guy who was present at the gym no matter what time in the day I decided to go quite often over the past month or so. He always wears a shirt with an American flag on its shoulder and some reference to the military. His face is always clean shaven. He has tattoos up and down his arms and legs. He is a little shorter and smaller than I am. Based on his appearance, I assume he is a soldier of some kind.

Today I was back to hitting the gym during the dinner rush which is my typical time. I noticed that the gentleman described above was also there. After a great session, I entered the locker room to collect my belongings. The suspected soldier was putting his stuff into a bag right next to the locker I had used. I gave him time to close his bag before moving to my locker. I swapped my sneakers, put my earbuds away, and grabbed my keys. I had parked on the opposite side of the gym compared to normal due to the high volume of cars on the entrance side. I walked out the door and noticed the suspected soldier standing on the corner of the building pulling on his vape.

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Good book: Tempered By Fire

Not long after Andrew finds true love, new and unexpected life challenges emerge. While trying to face the difficulties of his partner’s HIV diagnosis, he begins to explore deep desires that he had repressed until now. After an exciting weekend of kinky experiences in Seattle, his desire to delve further into the world of bondage and domination only grows.

As Andrew explores the gay leather scene in Southern California, he soon discovers personal strength, both mental and physical, that he has gained from the challenges of submitting to other men. Unexpectedly, the deep bonds he has formed with others enhances his commitment and love for his life partner.

In this heartfelt and deeply personal account of loss and redemption, the author describes how exposing himself to complete submission has made himself stronger. This is a story about how BDSM can be a positive and empowering force.

the author describes how exposing himself to complete submission has made himself stronger

 

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