The Fantasy: Part 1


I pulled into the driveway, and continued down until I reached the parking lot. The building had the offices to the left of the lot, with a factory or warehouse type building connected on the right side. The area was secluded from the highway, with trees covering the parking area. I pulled into a parking spot, next to the office. The weather was nice and cool, but sunny, although the sun was about to set it in an hour or so. I put my car in park.

Suddenly, a pickup truck pulled behind me. I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw a guy near the age of 30 open his door and come walking towards my side of the car. Once there, he knocked on the window with his hand, and I opened the window for him.

“License and registration,” the man commanded me. I provided the documents as requested. “Just hang tight, I will be back,” he said. I glanced in my rear view as he walked back to his truck, opened the door and hopped inside.

I know these events may seem odd, but to both of us, they make perfect sense. The guy in the truck is named Chris, and we have talked online. He has a lot of jail equipment, such as handcuffs, uniforms, and other restraints. After seeing my YouTube channel, he asked me if I wanted to do some role play. I was hesitant at first, but I eventually caved in. This is the first time we are meeting, and being at the mercy of someone I have never met before is both terrifying and exciting at the same time.

Chris hopped out of his truck, closed his door, and walked back to the driver’s side door. “Turn off your engine, take your keys out of the ignition, and place them on the dashboard.” I did as I was told. “Step our the vehicle, sir,” was the next order.

“Is there something wrong, Officer?” I asked him.

“Just step out of the vehicle slowly, I will explain everything shortly.” I opened my door, and opened it slowly. I stepped out slowly, and got to my feet. “Walk back slowly towards the back of your car, keep your hands where I can see them.” I did as I was told, and reached the back of my car. There was more than enough space between my car his truck for us to stand.

“Place your hands on the trunk,” Officer Chris told me. I did as I was told. “Mr. Haskins, you have a warrant for your arrest for parking tickets. I’m going to have to take you into custody. First, I’m going to search you. Do you have anything on you that I should be aware of?” he asked.

“No,” I replied. Chris then placed his hands on my shoulders, feeling around the top of my black Nike hoodie. He made his way down my chest, patting down until he reached my hoodie pocket. Feeling inside the pocket, he found nothing and moved onto my back, patting his way down until he reached my butt.

Next, he started emptying the front pockets of my Levi’s, pulling out my wallet before turning them both inside out. He felt inside my back pockets, and then began feeling around my waist, placing his hands inside the waist band of my jeans slightly. As he made his way from front to back, he took his hands out and then started patting around my groin area. He then made his way to my butt, patting around the area and in between my legs at the top.

Then he made his way toward my left leg, patting it down from top to bottom. He then repeated this with my right leg, then stood back up. I felt his foot stepping slightly on the back of my left shoe. “Step out of your shoe,” he told me. I lifted my foot up and out, my black socked foot feeling the cool air. Chris kicked my shoe to the left and said, “Bring your foot back behind you.” I bent my knee back, and Chris grabbed onto my foot and started rubbing it. He felt around my socked toes, and then moved to the top of my quarter Nike sock, feeling around the band.

“You can bring your foot down now,” he told me, as my sock hit the pavement. He stepped onto the back of my right shoe, I stepped out of it without being told, and he kicked my shoe slightly to the right. I brought my foot back to him without asking, and he repeated the search with my right foot. After he was done, I placed my socked foot on the pavement.

“Now, bring your hands on the top of your head and spread your legs.” I stood up and widened my legs, and placed my hands on my head as I was commanded. From behind me, I heard and unbuckling. Then I heard the slight sound of metal. This is it, I thought, no going back now! I felt cold metal on my left wrist, as he brought my hand slowly from my head so that he pressed the metal and the cuff released and then tightened on my wrist. He pulled on the other side of the handcuffs, bringing my left hand while simultaneously grabbing my right wrist and bringing both my hands behind my back. He then cuffed my right wrist, effectively handcuffing my hands behind me with my palms facing outward. From the feeling, I could tell he had used hinged handcuffs.

He grabbed onto my arm, and led me back on the short walk to his truck. “Lean up against the front my truck he told me, turning me around.” I sat awkwardly on his front bumper, trying not to be too off balance with my hands cuffed behind me. He then walked back to my car, collecting my black Nike Air Maxes off the ground, and placing them on my car trunk. I saw him search the inside of both my shoes, then he started looking through my wallet. Once he was finished, he grabbed my things and brought them back to his truck, opening the passenger door and placing them on the seat.

He then opened the back door to his truck, and made his way towards me. He grabbed my right arm, and stood me up and started walking me towards the back door. Walking in my socks, I stepped on a few small rocks on my way, causing me a slight bit of pain. When we got to the truck, he helped me in and then I slid my way to the middle. He closed my door, and then made his way to the driver’s side. He started the truck, back up slowly, and then started driving off.

“I’m going to take you to the station now,” he said. He made his way down the driveway, and turned down the road. It was starting to get dark now, and he had tinted windows on the back of his truck. This was part of the game we had planned out, the drive to the police station, but we also didn’t want people seeing me handcuffed in the back of his car.

As he continued driving along, I smiled. I moved my hands around, the handcuffs preventing me from moving too much. Then were tight, but not tight enough to hurt. They were tight enough for you to know that you’re a prisoner. I was both nervous and extremely excited at the same time. Here is my fantasy playing out; I’ve been arrested and handcuffed, my shoes has been taken from me and I’m forced to stay in my socks. To admit, I’m loving it, and I can’t wait to see what Chris has in store for his prisoner!

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