Physical search

Has anyone ever experienced an intimate physical (body) search going through customs while travelling?

Care to share any of your experiences?

I have a friend who was traveling and at an airport as he was leaving his vacation destination he was stopped and detained by some nice customs agents..

They said to him, "well sir.. were not sure how to address this exactly, so ill just say it as polite as I can. ...we have a concern about your groin region, there seems to be a rather enhanced bulge. I am sorry if we have made you feel uncomfortable but this is a situation we do need to ask you about at this time, are you concealing anything?" asked the agents to him..

He said in reply, "No. I do have a above average penis."

So they asked him to un button his jeans and drop his jeans, which he did. at that point, he said, he didnt have a problem showing them since he is gay. and so without further hesitation he dropped his boxerbriefs so they could see.

The two agents did say they were sorry to him. But he said he was ok with it.

Quite a few years ago, I was traveling through Columbus, OHIO and a female security agent kept getting a beep as I passed through the early design metal detector. After removing absolutely everything from my pockets and of course the usual, watch and even my belt. She said that I would have to submit to a body search if I wanted to board the plane. Of course, I was probably too eager and then a male security came over with a wand and then no more beeps and I was allowed to proceed........darn it!! So that is as close as i got to being groped. LOL.

I was stopped in an African airport quite a few years ago and had to strip, no internal exam, just remove all of my clothing. It seemed to be just a random check, but I wasn't going to argue.

I went behind a curtained off area, removed my items of clothing and handed them to the customs officers, a man and a woman, who checked them. Then I was allowed to redress and wait to board the plane.

It was not happened to me but once when I had a travel I and took my seat on the plane I sat by a young women who cry, I talked with her to let her comedown and she told me she was just strip search, she gave all detail about the strip search, when she finish telling my what done to her she stop crying and felt better.

Blue-dr Can you be a little more explicit as to what the lady said to you about her strip search. I know that all of us would like to hear about it. We all would feel better also.

I have never been cavity searched but have been strip searched before, though quite a while ago now. The account is below.

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 was examined by a pretty doctor who gave me a prostate exam when i was getting ready to leave the military she was very therow and made me feel very excited.

About fifteen years ago, one of my middle school students(an eighth grade boy) returned to school from a two week stint in juvenile detention. Of course, his fellow students gathered around him like he was a rock star. He regaled them with tales of what it was like on the "inside".

I had all of the students regularly write in journals. I read his over the next weekend. He wrote rather graphically of his admission into the juvenile facilty. He described how he was strip searched, cavity searched and made to shower nude in front of male and female guards. He described his physical the next day. He said that he was stripped virtually every day while he was there.

I never did know where thruth ended and imagination began for this kid. I didn't take anything he said too seriously because he was prone to hyperbole. He may have read about these things, seen them on an after school special or on HBO.

I deduced that the initial strip search and the showering may have been accurate.

That journal entry is as close to a physical search as I have ver gotten.

Yes I was caught with some narcotics and spent 3 months in prison where we had strip and cavity searches nearly every day

I've never been searched, let alone searched when passing a border.

However, my mother liked to tell a story that when she was in her 20s - that would have been in the late 1940s, after the war - she and her female cousin of the same age, traveled by train from Belgium to Paris regularly. Apparently when crossing the border, her cousin would often enough get taken by customs officials to a room at a border crossing where they conducted strip searches. This was at a time when smuggling of certain goods was still widespread and illegal as was trying to get around currency restrictions of taking money in or out of the country without a permit. So, customs officials had a job of it back then.

Anyway, my mother's cousin was taken to be searched by customs and my mother and cousin seemed to think it something of a cross between a joke, an imposition and a compliment. The compliment being of course that a good looking lady was more apt to be searched than some shabbily dressed man. Maybe the searching was done with a little more tact or politeness back then. I doubt if it involved any real body searches beyond undressing My mother told this often enough when recollecting 'good ol' days' stories. It was a bit risqué a story in a way, since the implication was that her cousin had to strip nude and hand over her undergarments for inspection. But my mother liked to tell it in company.

The first times i heard it, I was still stupid and naive and too young to understand much. To my mind it involved customs officials in Gestapo like trench coats and sinister looking hats and KZ-like camps and things like that. When I got older I understood the sexual aspects much better ...

It happened once for me, I was 13.

Yet I had not left the territory, it was a flight inside my country.

I was not suspected of fraud but they had told me they were doing random checks and because I was traveling alone I had been targeted.

One of my, admittedly numerous, fantasies involves an attractive woman having to go through a metal detector numerous times as it keeps beeping. She wears less and less clothes each time, ending up nude at the end. When the machine beeps again, then the airport employees, or wherever the metal detector is, would have no choice but to do a more involved search.

@lisapa7

Very glad your exam was not more invasive, but I wonder what's the point of looking at your bare bottom? Are you going to have drugs taped between your cheeks? I don't have experience but what I read is that people put it inside the rectum. Anyway doesn't sound like they were committed to finding drugs, more like just enjoying making a young woman undress for their pleasure.

I expect they had realised they were dealing with two students who had been in Amsterdam for the weekend and just left the end of a weed roll up in a coat pocket rather than some serious drug smugglers. There was a program on UK TV called UK customs and they had a few people under going body searches and one episode in the 1st series had a women being searched by officers with microphones on and we had one male officer outside saying that they get people to squat and bend over as if there is a package they can usually see it or it falls out, then heard the female officers in the room explaining that the woman needed to bend over and part the cheeks of her bottom and then turn around and squat down but that she would not be touched. So I am surprised that I did not have to squat or part my bum cheeks but who knows maybe the officer was letting me off a bit or the procedures have changed, when you bend over with legs apart for females at least things do part a bit so I am sure she got a glimpse of my pink bits.

Interestingly I am into real experiences and love reading blog posts about cervical smears (I am a brit) but have not seen many blog posts about strip searches and what happens, people seem to keep those experiences very quiet though there was this newspaper article from 1997 about a search see below. Same destination as me Amsterdam and she had to touch her toes, I did not have to lean against a wall though.

Lisa

A second honeymoon weekend in Amsterdam. No kids, nice hotel, good food and a chance to visit Smokey Joe's Cafe. We booked, packed all our best clothes, drove to East Midland airport and in a blink we were there.

We spent two days wandering along canals and sitting in bars reading the "special menus" and giggling at the idea of being able to order marijuana at the bar.

Amsterdam airport on the return journey was where things began to go wrong. Suddenly I heard our names announced over the loudspeaker - "This is the final call for Mr and Mrs Millington, the plane is waiting to leave." We ran like scolded children to the gate, only to be met by the archetypal air stewardess ready to slap our legs for keeping the plane waiting.

The plane landed at East Midlands on a dark, rainy night. As we walked into the luggage collection areas I noticed various officials carrying radios and watching the waiting passengers. We collected our luggage and started towards customs. We were met at the top of the ramp by one of the officials, who asked if we minded using the red channel.

As we rounded the corner we started to have concerns. We were shepherded to a table and asked if we would mind opening our bags.

"No problem," we said "as long as you don't mind looking though our dirty laundry."

The bags were duly searched, presents opened, inspected and dropped.Then we were skillfully guided to separate rooms.

I was accompanied by two female Customs officers, one of whom looked about 17 and had the air of somebody doing work experience. Would I mind undressing? Now I was scared. My 40-year-old body shone in the glare of fluorescent light strips and my stretch marks were there for all to see. I felt as it I had been assaulted. Then I was asked to place my hands on the wall and spread my legs. Now I began to feel as if I was taking part in a pornographic film. Would I bend over and touch my toes?

Back outside the "examination rooms" our bags were given back to us and we were told we could go. No apology or explanations.

We both walked out into the main airport building stunned. We walked slowly toward the automatic doors expecting to be tapped on the shoulder any minute, feeling like criminals.

Outside in the air we practically ran to the car, piled in and locked the doors. The journey home was spent discussing what our legal rights were.

This was the first time I had been strip-searched, and I never want to have to repeat the performance again. For my partner it was the second strip search and his fourth brush with Customs and each time he has felt like a criminal.

We vowed we would never fly again - we do of course - but always wear clean underwear.

Never been searched in an airport but have been pulled aside for a pat down. Have been searched in prison.

I was in an African country about 5 years ago. I was walking down the street one day and two police officers stopped me. They asked me several questions and then total me I had to go with them to the police station. The station was only a couple blocks away and we all walked there. They took to a room and told me to strip. I started to take off my clothes slowly. They didn't seem to care how long it took. They seemed to be enjoying the show. I stopped stripping when I was down to my bra and panties. One of them said to take them off. When I finally nude in front of these two guys, they came towards me. They stood at each side of me and began to rub their hands all over my body. My boobs were the last thing they rubbed. They must have been boob men since they rubbed my boobs for about 10 minutes. Since I have a large chest, they made several comments about my boobs. They called me a big tit bitch. They told me to get dressed and left the room. I got dressed and walked out. It was a situation that I had no choice but to let them have their fun. Nothing more happened.

Several years ago, before Homeland Security was installed, 4 medical sales reps., including myself, were standing in line at our airport, in suits and ties, waiting to fly to another city for a national sales meeting. There was a college aged kid in front of us with a back pack on. A "rent a cop" with a gun pulled the kid out of line, opened his back pack and found a 35mm camera and 3 metal tins for film. He opened each one and found about an ounce or two of weed in one. He put the kid against a wall, frisked him, called a local city cop, handcuffed him. We went crazy! We called the rent a cop a chicken shit, "nanny state", piece of crap. We said, "let the kid alone, he's not hurting anybody", but off the kid went to jail for an ounce, or two of weed.

We went crazy! We called the rent a cop a chicken shit, "nanny state", piece of crap. We said, "let the kid alone, he's not hurting anybody", but off the kid went to jail for an ounce, or two of weed.

Good for you guys. But I guess it's lucky you were in suits and ties or off you might have gone as well ... did you get any kind of payback, like a more intense search or anything like that?

Nah, nothing else happened. This was in the days before X-Ray exams of luggage and carry-ons. No one was worried about terrorists; just guys like D.B. Cooper, ransoming money from the airlines, or Hi-Jackers wanting to go to, "The People's Republic of California".

This was also during the days when a very small quantity of pot could get you some real "prison" time, not just jail time.

Along the lines of physical search, here is a controversial video, because a female cop is frisking a male under arrest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deg0SSo59hc

My wife and I have flown together many times, and she is way ahead of me in the pat down count at the TSA line. It seems like every other time we fly, she is pulled aside for extra screening. Sometimes it's checking for explosives residue on her hands, shoes and purse, but often it's a thorough pat down in front of everyone. I jokingly tell my wife afterwards that there must be a lot of lesbians that work for TSA, because they sure love pulling you aside for a good frisk! (I can understand why, since my wife is very attractive, if I was a lesbian I would want to pat her down too!) And when she flies without me for business trips, she still gets pulled aside more often than what I would think is average.

I have only been patted down a few times and had the explosives residue check once. And if anything I fit the profile of a bad guy much more than my wife. I am several inches taller with a shaved head, a long goatee and tattoos on my arms. She dresses very nice and doesn't look threatening at all.

I guess the common joke about the TSA frisking the little old lady in the wheelchair while the jihadist looking guy walks right through security has some truth to it after all!