True stories
Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2019 5:21 am
Been stripsearched? Know someone who has? Post your TRUE stories here!
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Met both online on different adult fantasy sites.mateodumbarton wrote: ↑Fri May 01, 2020 11:06 am Wow, both stories were super hot and as real as they get, especially the second one. Can't believe they watched her shower too. Where did you "meet" these women btw?
It was an extremely embarrassing, humiliating and stressful experience.
When I was a (much sillier) 22-year-old and worked temporarily in the USA, I was arrested for a serious traffic offence. I was taken to county jail for the night. So, after taking my shoes, watch and fingerprints, they led me to a “bathroom” where I was told by two middle-aged ladies that I will be searched. I don’t remember the exact words, but they said that I will have to remove all articles of clothing, one at a time and submit for body search. Quite shocked of what I’ve heard, I have asked whether this means I will be completely undressed. They answered yes.
Obviously, this made me very distressed, so I told them through tears that I will most certainly die right there from sheer embarrassment. I asked them nicely if this was necessary. Their only response was that such was the process and I have to comply. They clearly got more and more annoyed and I felt like the only way was to comply.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. It felt like I was imprisoned in some third-world country – not in what I perceived to be the center of civilization. It was chilly (felt no higher than 60 degrees F) and I was tired and had mild fever since I’ve caught a cold the day before – I mentioned it too, but they dismissed it as if I was an annoyance and had no right to say or feel anything. They were not rude or anything, but their behavior was beyond indifferent. I felt like an object and it made it twice as hard on me.
First, they instructed me to take off my jewelry and clothes, piece by piece, as they examined them. When they told me to remove bra and underwear, I started crying, telling them that’s enough, feeling beyond embarrassed. It was obvious at this point there was nothing on me – the thought that I casually drive from work with weapons or drugs “down there” was beyond ridiculous. Still, they had none of it – they coldly ordered once again to remove everything. Even the stockings and glasses for some reason, what could be concealed there and how? It made me feel like I was in a blurry, bleak nightmare. After I was done, they asked me to step back to the wall facing them and just “stand still with arms down your sides” as another officer started going through my clothes again – one more time, turning every item inside out. Slowly and meticulously. For fifteen minutes or so, maybe less in reality, but it seemed like forever. I told them it was freezing cold – they ignored me. One of them could have searched me during that time but they didn’t bother, leaving me to stand there naked and vulnerable, not even able to clearly see. There was absolutely no need for it to be done like this. I’ve had a strong feeling that it was them teaching me a lesson to always obey.
Then they asked me to comb through my hair, open my mouth, show behind my ears, move my arms around, turn around a few times, lift my breasts. There was not much to lift, but I had to pretend until they were satisfied. “Wiggle your toes” thing (my toes are not wiggly so I failed miserably). Then it came. “Bend over. Spread buttocks. Cough. Split vaginal lips. Wider. Cough. Cough more.” I felt humiliated, violated and close to the point of physically vomiting.
Finally, they asked me to shower. The shower was not so warm either.
Afterwards. they gave me my glasses back, got me dressed into short sleeved overalls (no underwear) and put me into an unremarkable solitary cell where I had a not-so-delicious dinner and a not-so-good sleep until new day has come, at which point I eventually regained my freedom.
I can’t say it traumatized me for life. I still remember it though and these memories make me extremely uncomfortable. I feel like there must be other less invasive ways to check for contraband – that do not involve making a young woman who is unwell standing exposed and shivering in front of two strangers while her belongings are turned inside out time and time again
It is indeed as embarrassing as it sounds.
When I went to jail, I tried to prepare myself, that it’ll be “just like a visit to the doctor”. Only it wasn’t. Even though the officer who searched me seemed to be understanding of my anxiety, she still made me feel that I wasn’t in control anymore, that I can’t refuse.
I was led into a room, kind of a pool shower room. I knew what to expect, thanks to Quora, so I was prepared and knew it was it as soon as they brought me there. The officer told me that I have to follow her orders. I explained to her that I have anxiety and am very uncomfortable with nudity, and asked, if I can keep underwear on. She said that she’ll do everything to preserve my dignity, however, that my body is required to be completely exposed for the search and I’d have to remove all clothing (I think that was the exact phrase she used). Apart from this, she was actually polite, and at the very least, not rude or demeaning.
So, I was told to remove shoes. Then socks. Then the sweater. Then the t-shirt. Then jeans. Then the bra. Then the rest of what was on me. Finally, the necklace and to undo my hair. All my belongings went into the bag, I was given a uniform to wear after the strip search was done.
I was told to follow further instructions, like holding my arms in front of me and showing the palms, combing fingers through my hair, opening my mouth, showing soles of feet etc. I was also told to expose intimate parts and squat and cough. As others here said, overall it was very uncomfortable. I’m writing this answer to try and get it off my chest and go on with my life.
When you chatted privately with her, did she share any more details of her search?