Ever had a cavity search for real?

Anybody ever experienced a real cavity search? If so why was it performed? Who was present? What happened exactly?

I have never been cavity searched but have been strip searched (see below for account). Since then have been interested in both strip and cavity searches looking for them in TV shows and movies. A cavity search is an unexpected and I suppose forced examination and have always wondered how they are carried out. I am a brit so as we don't have stirrups in routine use always wondered how they were done here. I remember a scene in Mile High series 2 where a stewardess gets cavity searched by a nurse and she is asked to lie on her front pillow under her tummy which gives access to both cavities and always wondered if they had researched this and whether it was accurate. Would love to hear from people who have been strip or cavity searched for real and what it was like. Also from people who are the searchers, always wondered what goes through their mind when they are carrying out these type of procedures.

Lisa

I was searched a long time ago when in my 20s after coming back from Amsterdam with the remains of a joint in a pocket. I was never totally naked I had to strip down to bra and knickers with two officers watching. After searching my clothes they then asked me to remove my bra which one searched while the other had me lift up my arms to look at armpits and then had a good look at boobs. Lucky they are quite small so did not have to lift them up or anything. They then gave me my bra back and after I put that back on said ok luv just pop your knickers off, sliding them down and off while being watched was quite a turn on really. I had to give my knickers to the officer again and while she checked them the other had me stand with legs apart while she crouched down and had a very good look at my vaginal area. Did not have to squat which I think would have been really embarrassing but was then asked to turn around and she asked me to stand with legs apart and then again it was ok dear (made a change from luv) just touch your toes for me, then she had a good look at bum, was tempted to look back through legs to see her expression but chickened out and just looked at floor. I was a little nervous at time as they both had gloves on but no touching at all, the luv and dear i assume was to put me at ease not that you could not fail to be nervous in that situation. After all that got dressed still with them watching and was allowed to go on my way. Whole experience was quite arousing really, undressing in front of people and then being almost naked in front of two fully clothed people is quite an interesting experience.

I have a friend who was well endowed and was returning to the states and was ushered to a behind the scenes area. The agents were not really up front with him about why he was taken to the private back room area of the airport at first...

they then said to him they thought his "private region" seemed bulky and they would like to at least make sure nothing was concealed in that area, but were not sure how to "address" the issue to him and were sorry for needed to be "so intrusive and intimate."

...This studly man told the two agents he was gay and had no problems showing them his penis. So he removed his pants to show his well supported underwear and then removed his underwear briefly!! The agents were kind of embarased about the situation. But they also told him they were thankful for his efforts in being up front and open with them. I have seen him undressed before and have seen how well endowed he is!! He usually wears some nice well supported underwear that do seem to kind of move things FORWARD if you know what I mean. ..some of the newer types of mens underwear tend to help enhance the SIZE and make things appear(in his case), even MORE larger!

Hello Carla:

I served 6 months in prison and besides been friksed and strip searched lot of times I had to sumbit a cavity search twice. Once when arriving and other time during my sentence.

In my experience 2 female officers, a doctor and a nurse were present both times as part of a "standar" procedures in prison to avoid contraband, drugs specialy.

I will describe the first one: after been strip searched, questioned, etc. I was moved to an examination room by the two officers cuffed and in a gown and flip flops. Once there a doctor and a nurse (both female) were waiting and I was told to remove the gown, sit over the examination table where the doctor checked my hair for contraband from scalp to tips, the she looked inside each ear with a special light and inside nostriles. I was told to open my mouth real wide while she used a penlight, gloved fingerd and a tongue depressor to check inside. Then I was made to lay down over the table place legs on stirrups and they were spread (like a normal gyno check up), the doctor inserted a speculum inside my vagina, opened it wide and looked inside with a light and finally probed with her gloved fingers. Last thing was a rectal check she did using two fingers and rotating them inside my rectum.

If you have any questions feel free to ask.

Yours,

Ana

Analia,

Would you care to describe your second search as well? Was it the same routine or something different?

Hello derty:

it was pretty the same standar. Only difference I recall is that I was dressing in underwear and uniform tshirt when the officers came to inform me I was going to be searched. The rest was almost the same.

Regards

Ana

Ana,

I find strip searches and cavity searches highly erotic. I am aroused by the control of the guard over the body of the less than willing prisoner. Did you ever have to submit to a search by a male prison guard? Did any of the female guards enjoy the power and derive sexual satisfaction from searching timid inmates? Did you find yourself aroused at any point during your cavity or strip search?

Did you find yourself aroused at any point during your cavity or strip search?

Aroused while strip searched in prison as a prisoner? You've got to be kidding. This is a real person you're talking about. I would suggest that simmering rage at the humiliating procedure would be a more appropriate emotion to experience in such a situation.

This is my real account from prison. I was sentenced to serve one month and appeared in prison on scheduled date, wearing cheap and used clothes. On admittance I was given frisk search facing the wall with arms and legs spread, my ID was taken and was placed in a large holding room with others awaiting booking. There were several guys called one by one. On my turn I was escorted to an isolated room where I was required to submit several sets of finger prints as well as photos were taken. Paperwork was also completed there. The officers, to my surprise, tried to be more or less polite. Upon completion of formalities and fingerprinting, I was escorted to a small cell with a jail staff member, wearing rubber gloves and waiting for me. He commanded me to disrobe and handed a plastic garbage bag for my clothes. I took of my blouse, shoes, pants and tee standing only in my boxer-briefs. The guard pointed on them: underwear goes off as well! Then he instructed to raise both arms exposing the armpits, bend the ears forward, spread the fingers and toes, and to manipulate penis. I had to turn away from the guard, exposing my backside. I was told to bend over and spread the buttocks so as to reveal any materials hidden in the rectum. Additionally he commanded to cough. Upon completion of the strip search I went to showers and received prison clothes.

Hello all:

to Sensei and agracier: I'm not American. I didn't feel any arousing at the moment, in fact was pretty humiliating. Most of the staff was really professional and OK. But some otheres seemed to enjoy more making your life moee difficult than it is in prison by itself, but never anything sexual happened. Only female staff amay search female inmates here.

Kinds regards,

Ana

When i was 19 i got caught up in a sting where cops were hanging out in parking lots and watching for drug transactions. A buddy of mine had a small packet of coke (this was in the 80s) and like an idiot handed it to me in plain view. Up pulls two cops that looked like they were our of a TV show - as if we had just completed an exchnage of a kilo of coke - needless to say we were both taken in for questioning.

The police station was practically empty - it was a relatively small town. I was taken into the office of one of the cops - an older black man (im a white in case you are wondering) . He kept asking me what I had , where I got it , who supplied it ..etc .. he asked me to empty my pockets, take off my shoes, and remove my socks and afetr he checked in between my toes , I finally snapped and said " look I dont have anything else - where else would I be hiding it ". He laughed and said - "well we are going to see ... ". He then asked me to lower my jeans .. and then barked , "and your underwear" !

I was freaked out - and he didn't look like he was joking - and I had heard that this kind of search happens so I went along with it.

I remember standing there , my jeans by my knees, my underwear around my thighs, my cock just dangling there - and then he said "lift your balls". As I did , he slanted his head to look underneath - then he said "turn around and spread your butt " .. but this time he also reached over and pried my butt cheek a bit . He just looked , didn't insert anything .. but he may as well.

It was pretty humiliating. They pressed charges against me and my buddy which were both dismissed due to contaminated substance .

When I was 13, back in '71 I did some time in a psych facility for drug use. I met a girl there, Jenny, who was my age. I didn't know a lot about her or exactly why she was there, save that she had had some scrapes with the law--she mentioned stealing her mother's car once. She told me, with real outrage, how about having to bend over while a woman put a finger up her ass. "I turned around & kicked her, hard!" Jenny concluded.

While I was skeptical about Jenny actually kicking the woman (sometimes folks'll tell what they wanted to do in a given situation rather than what they actually did do), I never doubted that she got a finger in her behind. Honestly don't recall if the setting where it happened was jail or another psych facility, but the place where we were at still did rectal temps on all ICU patients. Never got one myself, but I did see some other patients receive them--with an odd, mechanical insta-read type probe that I guess was the forerunner of the electronic thermometer.

Never had one, but I've done them when I was on the jail medical staff.

But in the summer of 1979, when I was a young teacher, I did what young teachers at that time did.....I looked for a summer job. Many of my cohorts painted houses. I got a summer job as a teacher/counselor at a Boy's Juvenile Detention Center about thirty miles from my home.

The first few weeks were pretty easy. I worked with individual kids to help them stay caught up with their school work. I interacted with them at breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was pretty sure that would be the extent of my duties.

Upon my arrival in June, I got a tour of the entire facility. I was taken through the cells and the huge gang shower for the boys. I saw the intake area and the shower area attached to it. I saw the infirmary and the medical examination room. I remember wondering why the gynecological stirrups were extended. That mystery was never answered.

I got my first taste of a strip search when I was asked to go with a group of boys who were taken to the Y to swim. The boys were required to strip in the locker room and walk naked to the showers with their swim suits(state provided) shower and then put their suits on. When they were finished swimming, they all lost their suites, showered again and dried off before walking naked back to the locker room.

Late in July, I witnessed the only cavity search during that summer. Now remember, this was 1979. It was before lawsuits and legal wrangling over cavity searches. It was common in most institutions, but it was especially prevalent in juvenile detention centers.

It was late on a Friday afternoon. Many of the guards were taking inmates to dinner. A new inmate was brought in. They needed to get him processed. A guard, who I had gotten to know, asked if I would help him supervise the inmates admission. He made it sound pretty benign.

The young man was brought in in shackles. The intake area was basically a long hallway with locked doors on each end. A gang shower and a property room was located in the area. There was plenty of room to process several young men in need be.

The young man was told to strip naked and place his clothes on the shelf in front of the property room.The boy slowly stripped until he was naked. The guard searched his clothes and gave them to the property guy. He put them in a wire basket and put a lock on the basket.

The guard put on a pair of rubber gloves and did the usual stuff with hair, mouth ears, nose, between the toes, under his peter and balls. Then he got a jar of vaseline from the property guy. He made the kid bend over and grab his ankles. The kid couldn't have weighed over a hundred pounds.

He lubed his index finger and all he said was, "Don't fight this kid, I don't want to hurt you." With that his finger quickly slid in and out.

That image has stuck with me and haunted me for years It was by far the most dehumanizing event that I have ever witness in person.

No but the closest I got was a strip search by customs at an airport in a middle eastern country I was working in. I was stopped with 3 male colleagues and we each ended up in a side room together stripped to our boxers.

A guy in a white coat, who may or may not have been medically qualified - I have no idea - took us one my one behind a screen to look in our mouths then loose our boxers, skin back ourselves if not circumcised, then bend over a table and spread them. He then shone a light around the whole area.

I was first to be called to see the "doctor" and as there was just a thin screen protection my modesty from my colleagues they could hear all his instructions. I remember holding my breathe for what seemed like ages whilst he had me bent over waiting for the touch of something being inserted, a touch which never came. A relief at the time but with hindsight disappointing as it would have been a hot memory.

In the hotel bar that night my colleagues told me they had been listening out for me letting out any moans of discomfort which might indicate the doc had probed my ass with something. 2 of them had been subjected to DRE at the same airport a couple of years previously. As we all came out from behind the screen very red faced the last guy had no idea what he was in for (or not as the case may be!)

Not me personally.

A colleague (now former colleague) told me about his horrible experience of a cavity search.

Since I - and several of my colleagues - travelled extensively those days, we often shared travel experiences and those about officials one made contact with:

- the emigration guys

- the customs guys

- airport and airline security guys

Many countries were putting in extra security measures at time.

My colleague had just got off the plane and had just crossed emigration and was making his way to the baggage area when two tough looking guys stopped him, flashed an ID and asked him to come with them.

They remained silent when he asked what it was about.

They took him to this windowless room and made him strip naked - everything, starkers!

Then one of them looked into my colleague's mouth, ears, nose flashing a torch.

The other pulled on rubber gloves and stuck fingers into my colleagues rectum and wiggled them around.

They fiddled with his penis too.

No amount of protesting and yelling helped - they were met with threats. His demands for a lawyer, someone from the embassy were ignored.

Meanwhile, in the adjoining room, my colleague's luggage had been opened and scrutinized carefully. Everything had been taken apart. Even the linings of his suitcases had been ripped open.

When they could find nothing, they let him off with a flippant apology.

It seemed that my colleague's name or face, or both, resembled one in a look-put order that they had received from their intelligence department.

No amount of complaining to the embassy helped.

The way my colleague narrated the story was enough to raise goose bumps.

He felt embarrassed, humiliated, hurt and very angry. That the embassy did not offer any help, has made him a permanent, and ruthless, critic of the foreign service.

I swore never to travel to that country - ever. And never have!

Would you mind letting us in on that country's name?

Would you mind letting us in on that country's name?

I am curious too. And it helps to know which countries to specifically avoid ...

My wife is from outside the us and had a very erotic experience flying back into her country. It was Christmas 2010, and she flew through miami into her country of residence the after spending a month with my family.

Leaving the united states was simple and painless. However, upon entering her country of residence she was "randomly" selected for a strip search.

The regulations in her country are absent and she was clearly taken advantage of. However, she did not deny that this experience was enjoyable for her.

She went to a back room and waited for the man to get a female to inspect her. She undressed her shirt and pants as the man and female watched. The female then felt around her upper body before taking off her bra and inspecting her entire torso.

She then put her bra back on and the female inspected her bottom half. The female then made her place her palms flat on a desk and bend over forward as she slid her panties to her knees. My wife told me with the other ma looking on aroused her deeply. The female then proceeded to probe my wife's rectum and vagina, clearly finding nothing, to there amusement.

I had a real cavity search about a year ago

I was traveling to Thailand with a group of friends. One of us was pulled by customs when we arrived and they found about 35 of coke on him. With this we were all put in a room and called through to another room, 1 by 1. I was 2nd, went in and there were 2 officers behind a desk. I was ordered to stop and hand each article of clothing to one of them. Once naked the one in charge put on a pair of latex gloves and ran his hands through my hair, looked in nose and mouth. He then lifted my balls and pulled my foreskin back. He then bent me over the desk, was handed a jar of vasaline and stuck 2 fingers into it. I was told to reach back and pull my buttocks apart. Then I felt both fingers pushed right into me, feel around for about 30 seconds and then pulled out roughly.

I had a real cavity search about a year ago .... and pulled my foreskin back.

You have my sympathies.

But out of curiosity, what in the world would anyone be able to hide under a foreskin? Microdots I might believe, but there are other ways of transmitting information. But drugs? Wasn't that just a gratuitous extra humiliation?

A friend and I went to Europe for a vacation.

We got pulled over at the airport on a routine check, and when I was questioned I panicked and fessed up straight away that I was carrying weed for personal use. It was a clear cut case and we got an automatic sentence of 3 months in prison.

When we got to prison, that days intake (around 15 women including me) were lead into a large room with long tables. On the tables were boxes and we were told to undress and put our clothes in the boxes. It was horrible having to stand there naked waiting. We were taken to a long tunnel shower and we had to shower. After that we had to go back into the room, the boxes were gone and replaced with a pile of prison issue clothes.

We were herded into a group and in turn had to go up to one of 3 officers in the room. When an officer was ready I walked up to her. First I had to open my mouth widely , then, I had to lean forward and show behind my ears. She then ran her fingers through my hair. Next, I had to spread my toes and show her the bottoms of my feet. Finally, she told me to bend over. I was told to spread the cheeks of my arse before I felt a finger being inserted into my virgina. It was totally humiliation, what made it worse was it was gone in front of all the other prisoners. After the search, you had to go over to the dr for an physical. Nothing evasive, heart, lung, weight etc and they went over your medical history. It was bad enough for us, but one of the prisoners had had a mastectomy and was clearly embarrassed that she had to show everyone.

When the searches were finished we were told to dress.

After a week I got a job in a workshop and every time I went from and to the workshop like all the other prisoners with me I had to strip and every so often have a cavity search.

Thats sounds shocking, do you mind telling me how old u were

A friend and I went to Europe for a vacation.

May I ask which country it was? There are great differences in drug legislation in the various European countries, so when you say you got an automatic 3 months prison sentence, I cannot help but wonder which one it was.

Well tomorrow I have a dental cleaning and check up. I'm sure the dentist will do a cavity search. Fortunately he rarely finds.

It was France, what the law this is now I do not have a clue. The whole experience made me grow up over night and I have not done drugs since.

I belong to "strip & cavity search fetish" on Facebook (a dead almost inactive group) in which a former swimsuit model claims that in a Texas airport (after a drug dog gave some indication he detected something) she & her small daughter were taken to a room where both were restrained by male customs agents (she put up as defiant struggle as she could) & they were strapped naked to exam tables & given the cavity search by a female agent. She was held for several hours & then released as she was clean.

I believe her, as she has alluded to the incident frequently, & always makes it a point of saying it was painful & not at all erotic. She also seems psychologically traumatized by it, & drawn to humiliation scenario groups, but then she admonishes people "you don't really want it in real life".

But despite the bad experience, she belongs to a fetish group for it.

This brings a lot of intrigue. So it makes me wonder. Is it part of the healing process to tweak the memory of it into something erotic as a positive way to cop with it ? Or did she derive pleasurable moments from the horrifying experience ? Perhaps the part of being on display and examined, paralleling being on display modelling swimsuits. Maybge she got the thrill from the exposure, but the parts where she's roughed up, touched inappropriately were & dealt with against her will were the horror part of it that she would not want to re-live.

Or maybe the sensitive nerve endings when being touched anally did something pleasant for her, but the circumstances and everything else, the force, the nasty law enforcement, etc were horrifying.

Intriguing.

However, upon entering her country of residence she was "randomly" selected for a strip search.

Why have I not gotten a job working in an airport yet. ?.

But despite the bad experience, she belongs to a fetish group for it.

This brings a lot of intrigue. So it makes me wonder. Is it part of the healing process to tweak the memory of it into something erotic as a positive way to cop with it ? .

If you have read the threads on the origins of a medical fetish and read many of the members' personal experiences and thoughts and musings on the matter, then you should certainly have noticed that for many, sublimating fear and apprehension into an erotic 'fixation' seems to be quite common. Besides fear or apprehension there are also the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation and helplessness, all becoming somehow entangled into a new psychological condition that generates pleasure and arousal from what was once fearful.

The main difference being that now, afterwards, we are in control of the situation and can therefore bend it to any way we wish, especially if there is a lot of fantasizing going on.

When I got back home I found talking about it formed a healing process. It was as if every time I talked about it, it peeled away a layer of pain, humiliation and disgust, so perhaps that is why the model put herself on facebook