Straight Male / 39
Those of you who love fantasizing about stripping and shackling women would love my job. I'm a guard on a seclusion unit at a maximum security women's prison, and at that security level they do not fuck around. All seclusion inmates must strip nude before entering their bare cells, which contain just a bunk with a sleeping mat on top and a toilet. Four-point shackling to their bunks is very common - they have to go in for a mandatory "cooling-off" period whenever they return to their cells, and administrative restraints (AR) is frequently used for disciplinary reasons. A lot of my job involves ordering women to strip and get in bed for shackling (or sometimes the restraint chair). Here is an example (from my shift yesterday) of how the process goes:
Trish returns to her cell from her one hour a week of recreation. She is handcuffed and shackled, and was given light blue scrubs to wear for the hour. Escorted by myself and two other guards, she reaches the door to her cell, #12, which has been opened into the hallway. I take position in front of her while the other two guards remove her handcuffs and shackles.
"Clothes off, please." I don't need to bark the order, I give it so often. Trish promptly steps out of her flip-flops, pulls off her scrub top and then drops her pants, handing the clothes over to me as she takes them off (she is not given a bra). She then calmly pulls down her white panties, slips them over her bare feet and hands them to me, standing in front of her cell, hands on hips, completely nude. Trish has been in seclusion for almost two months and she knows the drill.
Trish is 31, medium height, brown hair blue eyes, maybe 60 kg (130 pounds). Her brown hair is always pulled back in a tight ponytail as required. She is serving a 12 year sentence for attempted murder, but beyond that I don't know the details of her case. She is one of the better behaved inmates on the unit, which contains 16 cells along one wall of a long hallway.
"Get into bed, Trish" I order her for probably the hundredth time. It is a routine order and her round ass is already striding toward her bunk as I say it, bare feet padding on the tile floor, no expression on her face. The shackles have already been set up on Trish's bunk for her cool-down - two at the foot of her bed for her ankles, and two midway up the bunk for her wrists. When they set up like that, Trish knows she will be restrained on her back. Two shackles at the top of the bed means she will be restrained face down.
She reaches the edge of her bunk and hesitates for just a moment. The guard next to me immediately yells, "Bed, now!" (you can't let anything slide with these inmates)."Come on, Trish" says the third guard, in an annoyed voice". Trish quickly sits down on the bed and swings her legs up on top (openly displaying her unshaven pussy in the process), brushing over the metal shackles, and lies down flat on her back. Inmates are allowed to shave their armpits and legs during their twice-weekly shower but genitals are off-limits.
One guard immediately begins securing Trish's ankles in the shackles, while the other shackles her wrists at her side. I stand behind them, holding a long chain, observing the process, ready to respond in case of trouble. She lies still as the chains are applied, looking at the ceiling. At one point she looks passively in my direction. When the shackles are on, I then approach and attach my chain to her wrists, running it across her bare belly. This prevents the inmate from lifting themselves too far off the bed. However, the shackles are intended for longer restraint sessions so they have a little bit of slack, allowing the women some movement. Trish will be in shackles for the next twelve hours, except for a brief toilet break halfway through.
As I attach the belly chain, my face inches away from her tits and her bush, Trish lets out a frustrated sigh. "I'm tired of being in bed all the time", she complains.
"Yeah well you're not in some hotel, you're in maximum security seclusion. Nobody gets here by accident" I reply, calmly.
"Shut up!" adds the guard behind me.
Trish sighs, obeys, and lays still while I finish attaching the belly chain. She is now lying on her back on the pale blue sleeping mat, shackled by the wrists and ankles, completely in the nude. She fidgets a little bit in the chains as we leave the cell, absentmindedly clenching and swinging her bare feet. The metal shackles rattle a bit as she does so. We close the heavy steel door behind us, making a loud clang as we lock it, and make one last observation of her through the window: she is now looking to her right, at the toilet. A bar of sunlight runs across her bare chest from the narrow window in the back of the cell. We will return in six hours for her toilet break.
Trish returns to her cell from her one hour a week of recreation. She is handcuffed and shackled, and was given light blue scrubs to wear for the hour. Escorted by myself and two other guards, she reaches the door to her cell, #12, which has been opened into the hallway. I take position in front of her while the other two guards remove her handcuffs and shackles.
"Clothes off, please." I don't need to bark the order, I give it so often. Trish promptly steps out of her flip-flops, pulls off her scrub top and then drops her pants, handing the clothes over to me as she takes them off (she is not given a bra). She then calmly pulls down her white panties, slips them over her bare feet and hands them to me, standing in front of her cell, hands on hips, completely nude. Trish has been in seclusion for almost two months and she knows the drill.
Trish is 31, medium height, brown hair blue eyes, maybe 60 kg (130 pounds). Her brown hair is always pulled back in a tight ponytail as required. She is serving a 12 year sentence for attempted murder, but beyond that I don't know the details of her case. She is one of the better behaved inmates on the unit, which contains 16 cells along one wall of a long hallway.
"Get into bed, Trish" I order her for probably the hundredth time. It is a routine order and her round ass is already striding toward her bunk as I say it, bare feet padding on the tile floor, no expression on her face. The shackles have already been set up on Trish's bunk for her cool-down - two at the foot of her bed for her ankles, and two midway up the bunk for her wrists. When they set up like that, Trish knows she will be restrained on her back. Two shackles at the top of the bed means she will be restrained face down.
She reaches the edge of her bunk and hesitates for just a moment. The guard next to me immediately yells, "Bed, now!" (you can't let anything slide with these inmates)."Come on, Trish" says the third guard, in an annoyed voice". Trish quickly sits down on the bed and swings her legs up on top (openly displaying her unshaven pussy in the process), brushing over the metal shackles, and lies down flat on her back. Inmates are allowed to shave their armpits and legs during their twice-weekly shower but genitals are off-limits.
One guard immediately begins securing Trish's ankles in the shackles, while the other shackles her wrists at her side. I stand behind them, holding a long chain, observing the process, ready to respond in case of trouble. She lies still as the chains are applied, looking at the ceiling. At one point she looks passively in my direction. When the shackles are on, I then approach and attach my chain to her wrists, running it across her bare belly. This prevents the inmate from lifting themselves too far off the bed. However, the shackles are intended for longer restraint sessions so they have a little bit of slack, allowing the women some movement. Trish will be in shackles for the next twelve hours, except for a brief toilet break halfway through.
As I attach the belly chain, my face inches away from her tits and her bush, Trish lets out a frustrated sigh. "I'm tired of being in bed all the time", she complains.
"Yeah well you're not in some hotel, you're in maximum security seclusion. Nobody gets here by accident" I reply, calmly.
"Shut up!" adds the guard behind me.
Trish sighs, obeys, and lays still while I finish attaching the belly chain. She is now lying on her back on the pale blue sleeping mat, shackled by the wrists and ankles, completely in the nude. She fidgets a little bit in the chains as we leave the cell, absentmindedly clenching and swinging her bare feet. The metal shackles rattle a bit as she does so. We close the heavy steel door behind us, making a loud clang as we lock it, and make one last observation of her through the window: she is now looking to her right, at the toilet. A bar of sunlight runs across her bare chest from the narrow window in the back of the cell. We will return in six hours for her toilet break.
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