10-22-2024
Hayleigh waited in a barren holding cell for someone to come. The cell had dirty white walls, bars, and a pale blue cement floor. The only thing inside of it was the cement bench that she sat on. She looked down at her outfit which consisted of a black tank top, an open gray jacket, denim shorts, and black combat boots. The look was accented by a brown leather belt, silver piercings, and miscellaneous bracelets on her wrists. She brushed her dark brown hair to the side, its ends sweeping against her upper back. Bangs were swept to the side from a parting on the right of her forehead. They covered her right eye, which was a violent shade of blue.
"It's only one month," she thought to herself as she stared through the white iron bars, thinking about how she ended up in her current situation. It all happened as a result of many unpaid parking tickets. Hayleigh had acquired so many of them that she was ordered to appear in court and then was given the choice of a large fine or a month of jail time. Seeing as she was somewhat short on money, she chose jail time. Though she wasn't looking forward to her stay, Hayleigh had always been somewhat intrigued by the thought of staying at a prison. At least, this would give her a somewhat quick way to get the prison experience.
It had been nearly an hour since her court session had ended and she was taken to the cell. The officer who had escorted her out of the courtroom said that she would get her out of the cell when it was time for her to be taken to jail. Hayleigh imagined what the facility she would be staying at was like. Realistically, it wouldn't be super secure or intense. It was a county jail, after all. But still, she could only imagine the rigid cells and the thorough checks that would be there.
She wondered if she would be chained up or put in any restraints. While she was not a very dangerous convict, surely she would be handcuffed during transport. Hayleigh had had previous experiences related to handcuffs which were not jail or arrest related. She had enjoyed having them on then and was interested in trying on some more restraints and shackles. Maybe, this would be her opportunity.
After a bit more time, the officer returned.
"Alright Miss Hayleigh," she spoke. "The transport van has arrived. I am going to let you out of this cell and take you to it. You will be transported with a few other women around your age, with similar sentences." The officer had a fair skin complexion and black flowing hair with pinkish-red highlights. She wore a dark navy police shirt and dark pants with black laced boots. Her belt was black with many accessories. She appeared to be a bit older than Hayleigh, in her late twenties. Her voice was surprisingly soft.
"Okay," Hayleigh nodded.
"I am going to be unlocking the cell now," the officer spoke again. "Please stand up and put your hands against the wall."
Hayleigh stood up from the bench and walked a few steps to an empty wall. She then turned and put her hands flat up against the wall. While she was unable to see, she could hear the metallic sounds of the officer unlocking the cell door with a metal key.
"Before you exit the cell, I am going to have to handcuff you." She spoke as she opened the cell door.
Hayleigh thought back to her previous predictions. She was right about having to be handcuffed for transport. However, she couldn't help but be slightly underwhelmed by her restraints. It was in this brief line of thought that she had an idea.
"So this is a bit of a weird request," Hayleigh turned her head towards the officer, "but do you think you can put me in a full set of shackles for transport?" The officer stared blankly at her for a brief moment.
"Are you talking about being put in leg irons and a waist chain and stuff of that sort?" The officer responded.
"Yeah," Hayleigh replied. "I get it's a bit of a weird request, but I've kind of been interested in feeling what it would be like to be put in those types of chains. Since I'm going to jail, this is sort of a perfect opportunity, I guess." Hayleigh's voice was slightly trembling as she finished.
The officer stood still as she thought about the request for a few seconds.
"You are right about it being an unusual request," the officer answered, "and we usually only put felons in a full set of shackles, but we do have those restraints in this facility. I guess we can put you in them."
"Uh," Hayleigh quickly stuttered, "Thanks, I guess."
"First, I have to warn you that you are in greater danger of being hurt in an accident with the shackles on. That's one of the reasons we don't use them on everyone, after all. The facility will also not be held accountable if you injure yourself while restrained, " The officer finished speaking.
"Alright, that's fine," Hayleigh stated.
"Okay then, I'm going to put you in handcuffs and take you to the room where we have all the restraints. Hands behind your back with your wrists together and palms facing outward."
Hayleigh nodded and put her hands in the position that the officer requested of her. The officer walked over to her and pulled a pair of handcuffs off of her belt. Then, she opened one of the cuffs and slid it on her wrist. While Hayleigh couldn't see the restraints being placed on her, she could hear the ratcheting of the cuff being locked firmly around her wrist. The officer repeated the steps for her other wrist, leaving Hayleigh's hands bound behind her back, closer together.
"Alright, I'll guide you to the room now." The officer grabbed hold of her shoulders and escorted her out of the holding cell.
While Hayleigh had been handcuffed with her hands behind her back before, having her hands cuffed in that position while being escorted by a police officer as a criminal was a new experience. It was almost exciting, if not somewhat degrading. Here she was, being handled as somebody who needed to have her basic rights taken away as a punishment for her wrongdoings. While walking, Hayleigh The handcuffs were jarringly cold on her wrists. She could feel them slowly closing in tighter on her skin. The officer must have forgotten to double-lock them.
After escorting her a very short distance down the hall, the officer turned and led Hayleigh through an empty doorframe into a room that was painted white like the rest of the facilities. In the room, there was a dark wooden door with a window and a wooden bench with a metal ring on both ends and the middle. The officer led her to the bench and had her sit down on the left side. She grabbed a key from her belt and began to unlock the cuff around Hayleigh's right wrist.
"I'm going to grab the restraints in the other room. Since this room has no door, I'm going to have to handcuff you to this bench." She grabbed the now unlocked cuff and closed it around the metal ring on the bench. Hayleigh nodded in acknowledgment. The officer then walked over to the other door and inserted a key. She then opened it and walked inside.
Hayleigh could not see what the officer was doing from the bench she was handcuffed to. She could hear her footsteps and the occasional sound of chains hitting each other.
"Those must be the restraints," she thought to herself.
After less than a minute, the officer emerged from the room holding a pile of chains, cuffs, and locks in her hands. They had a bulkier and more sturdy presence than she imagined they would. The officer bent down and placed the restraints on the edge of the bench, right next to where Hayleigh was sitting. As she did so, the sturdy clanks of the metal hitting against each other rang through Hayleigh's ears.
After the officer placed down the shackles, she glanced at Hayleigh's cuffed wrist.
"Oh shit! I forgot to double-lock your cuffs." She began unlocking the cuff around the bench ring. "Here, I'll take these off and put them back on before we put you in the rest of the restraints." Hayleigh nodded. The officer inserted a key into the lock of the handcuff around Hayleigh's left wrist. She then opened the shackle and gently held Hayleigh's now uncuffed wrist, closely examining it.
"Did you feel any circulation get cut off from your hand?" The officer asked Hayleigh.
"I guess it hurts a bit, but I don't think the circulation got cut off," Hayleigh responded.
"That's good. Sorry, that had to happen to you."
"It's fine; I'll live." The officer looked slightly more relieved after Hayleigh said that.
"Alright then," the officer started speaking again. "This is your last chance to turn back. If you don't want me to put you in shackles, say so now."
"I think I still want to do it," Hayleigh answered, despite begging to question her initial decision.
"Okay. I'll begin putting them on. Can you face your hands together for me, please?" Hayleigh angled her wrist so that her fisted hands were parallel to each other. The officer slipped a cuff on Hayleigh's right wrist and then ratcheted it shut, leaving less than a finger's worth of space between the metal and Hayleigh's flesh. She then repeated the same motions with the other cuff on Hayleigh's left wrist, chaining her hands together.
"Here it is," Hayleigh thought to herself as the officer grabbed a key from her belt. "I'm going to be chained up now."
The officer inserted the key into the keyhole on the front of each of Hayleigh's cuffs, effectively double-locking the shackles. This ensured that the cuffs would not tighten around Hayleigh's wrist as they did previously. Next, the officer bent down and dug through the pile of chains on the bench. She grabbed an opened, black, plastic box that Hayleigh had not noticed before. While Hayleigh was somewhat knowledgeable about handcuffs and shackles, she did not know what exactly the box was used for.
"Keep your hands spaced as far apart as you can, please." Upon hearing the officer's request, Hayleigh looked down at her cuffed hands. They were still facing each other and had moved a bit closer together since they had been locked up. Hayleigh stretched them out as far as the small handcuff chain would allow them to, while still keeping her palms facing toward each other.
The officer pulled the black box apart into two separate pieces and then clasped one part over the chain and locking mechanisms of Hayleigh's handcuffs, leaving only the metal cuffs around her wrist uncovered. Then, the officer slid the other part of the black box into the middle of the other part, locking the previous part shut around the handcuff's chain. Hayleigh tried to move her hands closer together but was unable to. The hard plastic had forced her hands together at a fixed distance apart. After double-checking that the black box was secure, the officer bent down once again and grabbed a long-length of chain from the bench.
"Can you please raise your hands for me?" the officer requested. Hayleigh raised her cuffed hands to chest level. The added weight of the security box was enough to make it slightly harder to do so.
The officer took the length of the chain and wrapped it tightly around Hayleigh's waist once, and then pulled it through a plastic loop at the end at Hayleigh's left side. A remaining length dangled down to above her ankles. The officer rotated the chain around until the long dangling bit of chain was at her front. Next, the officer grabbed the security box and positioned Hayleigh's hands at the level of her new waist chain. She then grabbed the end of the dangling length and pulled it through a small loop on the security box, yanking it and Hayleigh's hands securely against her waist. The violent sound of the metal objects hitting against each other as the chain got pulled through echoed all around the room. The officer took the remaining length of chain and pulled it to Hailey's backside where she locked it together with a small padlock, only leaving a length that draped down to Hayleigh's thigh dangling. Hayleigh tried pulling her hands away from her waist but was unsuccessful. With the combination of the black box and the waist chain, her hands were fastened to a fixed position on her body. Every small move she made could be heard in an echo of chains jingling and clanking against each other.
"I'm actually being chained up!" Hayleigh semi-excitedly thought to herself. However, her wrists were beginning to become slightly sore from being forced into the position they were in. The chain around her waist had also begun digging into her skin. Hayleigh was beginning to have second thoughts.
The officer grabbed another length of chain and walked over to Hayleigh. She pulled on her security box as much she could and managed to clip one end of the chain into a loop on its backside. She once again pulled the chain through a loop, making the same harsh clanking sounds. The chain ended up dangling to a level above her ankles.
After doing that, the officer then bent over and grabbed a pair of handcuffs with a longer length of chain between each cuff.
"I'm guessing those are for my ankles," Hayleigh thought to herself. The officer opened the shackle on one of the cuffs, which appeared to be larger than the size of a normal handcuff, and pulled it through the rectangular end link on the chain she had previously until the link was in the very middle.
"Could you raise one of your legs up for me, please?" At the officer's request, Hayleigh raised her right leg as if she just kicked someone. "Bend it the behind you, I mean." The officer reevaluated.
"Oh, okay," Hayleigh responded and bent her leg behind her back with her foot around the level of her knees. The officer grabbed one of the cuffs and closed it around her right ankle, leaving a small bit of space between the metal and her skin. Turning the key, the officer double-locked the cuffs, preventing them from closing any further.
"That's good, you can put your leg down and hold up your other one." As Hayleigh obeyed the command, she felt the added weight of the cuff. It slightly rattled around her ankle because of the space between it and her skin. After she put her left leg up, the officer repeated the same steps as before and locked the remaining cuff around her left ankle.
Upon finishing, Hayleigh stared down at her newly applied shackles. The connector chain held the restraints slightly above her combat boots and prevented the chain from dragging on the floor. Hayleigh slightly paced around to feel the added restriction to her movement. The leg irons made walking incredibly awkward and restrictive. She now had to think about limiting the distance between each step, to not trip over the chain.
"Alright, that's everything. How does it feel?" Hayleigh looked down at her new chains and contemplated the question. Her wrist had already begun hurting as a result of the metal cuffs and the uncomfortable position in the black box had secured her hands. The mass of metal chains around her waist kept pressing into her skin and had applied noticeable weight and pressure on her body. Not to mention, she was dreading having to walk with the leg irons on.
When Hayleigh had first requested to be chained up like this, she thought it would be fun and exciting. It was supposed to give her the thrill of being a locked-up criminal. While it did succeed in that aspect, it was also incredibly uncomfortable. Not to mention it would be humiliating to be the only person who was fully shackled on the ride to the jail.
"God, this was a mistake." Hayleigh's head rushed through many thoughts of discomfort, regret, and dread. "Why did I think it wouldn't be comfortable like this!? I was literally asking to be restrained in metal chains! They're meant to be uncomfortable and restrictive like this! That's how they're designed! I should have just let myself be handcuffed and called it a day."
Looking up at the officer, Hayleigh finally answered her question.
"It feels really uncomfortable and humiliating. Is it too late to take it all off." The officer stared down at her watch and sighed.
"Sorry, but we don't have enough time to take it all off. The van is set to leave soon. They're probably waiting out there for you. You're going to have to live with it." Hayleigh gave out a long exhale.
"Let's get going then." The officer placed her hands on Hayleigh's shoulders and began escorting her out of the room.
As the officer guided her through the halls of the courthouse basement, Hayleigh continued to take in her current situation. She was being paraded to a prison transport vehicle, fully chained up in shackles, making her a sight for anyone she might come across. Every moment and step she took was announced in the sound of chains hitting against east other. And instead of walking like a normal person, the shackles around her ankles forced her into a hobble.
"Hey, can we slow down a bit? If we keep going at this pace, I might trip because of the chains," Hayleigh asked as she and the officer kept walking.
"Like I said earlier," the officer responded, "we need to get you out to the van. We're probably holding everyone up right now. If you trip, I'll catch you. I promise."
Hayleigh sighed, tolerating the chains to the best of her ability. The handcuffs had really taken a toll on her wrist and had begun to cause a lot of soreness. The same could be said for the leg irons, which rubbed against her ankles every time she walked. The fixed position of her hands because of the waist chain and black box added to the discomfort.
As Hayleigh kept being escorted through the basement corridors, Hayleigh looked down at herself.
"God, what would my boyfriend think if he saw me like this?" Hayleigh was planning on calling him the first chance she got, but she did not know if she would tell him about her experience of being chained up. The thought of him even imagining her chained up like the way she was might be too much for her. While still looking down at herself, Hayleigh noticed the black nail polish she had applied earlier that day.
"Hey, it matches the box thing on my cuffs." Even if the black box had and would continue to cause Hayleigh much grief, it at least paired well with her nails. The officer kept guiding Hayleigh through the halls of the basement until they reached an elevator. While it couldn't have been a more than two-minute walk from their starting location to the elevator, it felt like it lasted multiple hours for Hayleigh.
"At least, nobody saw me chained up," Hayleigh thought to herself. "Nobody else should be in the elevator." The officer pressed a button, and the elevator doors slid open. Luckily for Hayleigh, it was completely empty. The officer guided her into the elevator and finally let go of her shoulders and pushed a button, causing the elevator doors to slide back shut and the elevator to start moving up. While the officer had let go of Hayleigh, she remained close.
After a few seconds, the elevator stopped and began opening its doors. Hayleigh was about to start stepping out when the officer pulled her arm out in front of Hayleigh and began to speak.
"Wait, this is the wrong floor." Hayleigh looked through the now fully opened elevator doors, and much to her dismay, a smartly dressed woman stood waiting to enter.
The woman quickly stood and gave Hayleigh the judgmental stare she feared she may have to face, before walking in and pressing a few buttons. Responding to her inputs, the elevator doors slid back shut and the elevator car resumed traveling upwards. The woman kept to the opposite side of the cart, looking down at her papers to not make eye contact with Hayleigh or the officer.
"This is the worst," Hayleigh thought to herself, her heart beating repeatedly from humiliation. While seeing somebody shackled in this building was a fairly common occurrence, Hayleigh still felt that it was dehumanizing.
Hayleigh waited in the elevator, staring down at her chains, and waiting for an end to her suffering. Finally, after what felt like an eternity for Hayleigh, the elevator doors slid open and the woman quickly walked out. The ordeal didn't last more than fifteen seconds but felt excruciatingly long nonetheless.
"Alright, the exit's on this floor, " the officer told Hayleigh as she began guiding her out of the elevator. When walking out of the elevator, Hayleigh noticed they were near the main entrance of the building. Her face burned bright red with humiliation as they traveled past the front desk, with her shackled limbs being a spectacle for those waiting in the lobby. Fortunately, she was not in sight for very long, meaning she could keep to her normal hobble in peace.
They kept walking through the court building until they reached a white door. The officer lifted one hand off of Hayleigh's shoulder, turned the metal handle, and then guided her through the newly opened door. Outside of the door sat a mostly empty parking lot of black asphalt. There were only a few cars sitting lined up with the building and a white van labeled Hayleigh got up and shuffled to the officer. The officer then took her into a small room.
"A jail official will be here to book you soon. But first, I'm going to remove your shackles." A wave of relief rushed over Hayleigh upon hearing those words. Her self-made agony was finally being put to an end.
The officer started removing Hayleigh's restraints by unlocking her leg irons and then pulling them off of her ankles. Next, she unlocked the chain stretching down from the black security box which was still connected to the leg irons. After that, the officer unlocked the padlock that kept the security chain tightly in place before unraveling the length of chain out through the small loop on the security box and away from Hayleigh's waist. Finally, the officer unlocked the black security box, leaving Hayleigh with just a pair of handcuffs on her wrist.
"You'll have to stay handcuffed until you get through booking, but that shouldn't be that bad now that you're free from everything else." The officer stopped and stared at Hayleigh before continuing to speak. "I have to ask though, how was it?"
"While I'm glad that I got the experience of being chained up once, I don't have any desire to do it again. To be quite honest, it was very uncomfortable and humiliating."
"That's about what I figured. I don't think I'll forget about you or your request anytime soon, though." The officer and Hayleigh both gave a brief chuckle. "Well anyway, good luck with your time in jail. Hopefully, I'll never have to take you here again." Hayleigh nodded. As the officer opened the door to exit, Hayleigh spoke one last line to her.
"Once again, thanks for doing my weird request." The officer nodded and then left the room, leaving Hayleigh alone. Now that Hayleigh had gotten her restraint-related fantasies fulfilled, she was ready to start a normal month in jail.
To anyone who happens to stumble upon this story, I welcome you to this site. I've had this first story written for a while. Looking back, I can see some things that I would change, but I still am fond of it overall.With that said, I ask that you please bare with me as I get the website set up, and especially figure out formatting. I'm still in the beginning phases and wanted to get a proper story up to test things out, but it's still kind of a mess right now. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed.