(Author’s note: more D/s than BDSM)
The day started out being overcast and gloomy, and it was predicted to be that way all day. It made me feel down and sluggish. Even though I had the day off from the police station, I couldn’t think of much that I wanted to do. I just wanted to get my day over with I guess, but my bladder and stomach said I had to get up out of my warm cozy bed to pee and eat something.
My feet hit the cold floor as I sat on the edge of the bed and looked for the umpteenth time at my cell phone on the night stand wishing Alex would call. Again, it had been a while since I’d seen him and my needy itch for him was starting to grow to a maddening state. I ran my hand through my hair and suddenly my cell phone rang! The unexpected noise started me, making me jump!
“Hello?” I answered, praying that it was not the station calling me in for some emergency on my rare day off.
“Officer Lockwood — it’s me, Alex. Are you working today?”
Hearing that question, I felt my heart jump inside my chest as I told him, “No Sir… I actually have some time off today.”
“Good. I’ll be in your area in an hour or so. Be ready. I’ll call when I’m close.” The phone disconnected, and I jumped up out of bed, my mood completely changed. I headed to the bathroom to pee and also fix myself up and make myself pretty for him. I was so excited that I was practically hoping — I couldn’t wait to have his hands on me. A fast show, after which I fixed my hair and makeup enough that I looked passable. Wolfing down a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My excitement building as the hour passed, I couldn’t sit still. My house had warmed up enough, so I put on shorts and a tank top, not bothering with underwear.
The cell phone rang again and I answered very eagerly. “I’m just outside town. Where and how would you like to meet?” he asked.
On the spur of the moment I said, “Why not come to my house?” I gave him directions and looked out the window every five minutes in anticipation. I saw his car coming up the drive and ran to the door.
I open the door and invited him in, as soon as he closed the door he took me in his arms and kissed me hard. “I’ve been thinking about you all this time, and I want to use you so bad,” he claimed, his voice dripping with pent-up lust.
Being a proper hostess, I asked, “Can I get you anything, Sir?”
He growled, “All I want is you.” I blushed. He looked around and said, “You have a nice home.” I gave him a quick tour, which ended in my bedroom.
I told him, “Look in the bottom dresser drawer, Sir.” He opened it to find my toy collection — handcuffs, leg cuffs, blindfold, ball gag, vibrators and more.
“Gee, girl, you’re one kinky bitch!” he exclaimed.
He sat on my bed, so I boldly walked over to him. Quickly he stripped my top off, bringing his lips to kiss and suck my nipples in turn. I’d never told anyone, but my nipples have a direct connectionto my pussy. His actions were really staking my level of excitement. I felt myself getting wet, staining my shorts. But I didn’t care.
He stood up, suddenly opening my shorts and yanking them down and off my body and pushed me onto the bed face down. Freed from the shorts, my pussy scent flooded the area around us. He then opened the nightstand and grabbed the handscuffs and I heard the ‘click, click,click’ sounds, until they were snug on my wrists, behind my back. I love that sound because I know I’m becoming helpless at his hands and I have no say in the matter. Soon I’ll be used as fuck holes, for just sex. I often daydream of a trusted virile man using me like this, and Alex knows it.
He grabbed the leg cuffs and closed one on my ankle, he then pulled my feet up near my butt and ran the leg cuff chain around the links holding the handscuffs together, and then closed the other leg cuff around my other ankle. I now found myself naked and in a steel hog tie. For fun, I struggled but I knew it was useless. I enjoy testing restrains to convince myself I’m really trapped. He even checked each cuff to make sure they were snug and closed the leg cuffs a few clicks more before applying the double lock to both sets of cuffs for my safety.
I was prone, panting with excitement. He put my ring of keys in his pocket and rooted through the drawer, seeing what else I had in there. “Ah!” he chuckled. The ball gag came next and was tightly secured into my mouth.
He came close to my head and whispered, “I have a present for you today, slut… a very special present that I’ll give you later.” I smiled as best I could with the ball gag in place and my eyes sparkled, trying to signal my delight. He stood up and noticed it was getting darker outside as more clouds rolled in. The dimness made it feel late but it was still early in the day.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
He left me there on the bed. I found I couldn’t move much at all. I’d always wanted to try a hogtie, but was scared I’d get trapped like that. Now I knew first hand how helpless it could make a person feel and my heart thumbed rapidly in my chest.
Strangely, I heard his car start and then, about a minute later, it stopped. Soon, Alex came back into the room and picked me up. Since he’s a powerful man, he easily carried me downstairs and outside to the waiting car trunk that was now open. I realized that what I’d heard was him turning his car around and backing in. This way, there was less chance of a nosy neighbor noticing him ‘abducting’ me. He placed me into the trunk on a blanket and covered me. He stated, “I’m going to close your front door. Do I need to lock it?” I shook my head ‘no’ since no one ever visits me. I heard him go and close my front door. As he came back to the trunk he said, “I hope you like this adventure, silly girl.” With that, he closed the trunk lid, plunging me into darkness. I felt the car shift on its springs when he got in.
The car started and I felt it leaves my driveway with the bump at the end. There was some stop and go traffic in the city with traffic lights. I could mostly smell the rubber of the spa tired in the well below me. After a short drive, he stopped and got out of the car. From the sounds, I could tell he’d stopped for gas and I could hear him talking to the attendant. I was naked and helpless just feet away from that attendant and It hard to describe how much that proximity fed my arousal. Alex’s blanket was definitely going to have a wet spot.
We were back on the road again for what seemed like 20 minutes. Suddenly, I heard a police siren! My heart raced and I panted through my nose as I started to panic. “Oh hell!” I thought. “What if the officer demands to search the trunk? Even worse — what if it’s one of my co-workers? I’ll be the station laughingstock!” But the police car passed by and its sound faded into the distance. I mumbled a sort of prayer of thanks into the ball gag.
The road became uneven and bumpy. At that point I guessed we might be going back to the quarter again. We stopped, and soon the trunk was opened, blinding me for a second. He lifted me out of the trunk, carrying me to the area where we’d had a previous adventure and laid me down on my side. The dirt in that area was warm and smooth under my skin. He removed the ball gag from my mouth and put it in the car. The clouds had cleared for a while, so the sun was hot, the ground was dry and he stood over me taking pictures and videos.
“Officer Lockwood, do you know why you’re here?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. I’m here to be used by you as you wish,” I replied.
“Do you consent to be used by me in this sexual encounter of your own free will?”
“Yes, Sir. You have my full consent,” I stated, blushing with embarrassment. I was embarrassed at how much I needed this sort of encounter with him… how much I needed to be controlled and used like this. I knew that he was alsorecording my consent to protect himself, but having to voice the words like this turned me on more than I can say! And I think maybe he also know that — he’s a very smart man.
“I see you’re in both handscuffs and leg cuffs, and you’re in a classic hogtie position. Are these items your personal property that you use to satisfy your submissive and sexual needs at home?”
“Yes, Sir. They are, Sir. But they are much more satisfying to me when you use them on me, Sir!” I added, for the record.
“Officer Lockwood, I want you to tell me what you want me to do!”
“Oh Sir, I want you to use me! Fuck my white pussy and fill me with your thick black seed and humiliate me with the black marker pen like you’ve done in the past if possible. I’m your bondage fuck toy, Sir!”
I laid there looking up at him, watching as he started to remove his clothes. When he pulled down his pants and underpants, his large black penis sprang out, already semi-turgid. I knew how big that could grow when fully erect and still can’t believe I’d had that all inside me during our previous encounters.
He rolled me face down, and kneeing, slide his knees under my upper thighs and hip bones. This raised my pelvis up high, slackened the chain between my leg cuffs and handcuffs, and forced my thighs wider apart, exposing my pussy lips. He whistled with surprise and appreciation. “Damn! These pussy lips look so puffy now!” he laughed, prodding them gently with a finger. I blushed with milk mortification, because I knew it was true.
He teased me with more than a finger now, running the tip of his cock up and down along my lips. I wriggled my hips as best I could, hoping he would pop into me but he controlled my hips and just kept teasing me. I was wet and I could feel my juice running down my frame and even started to smell it anew.
“My, my… you’re horny today,” he chuckled. “Talk dirty and tell me what you want, bitch!” he demanded.
His words excited me even more, since I like being humiliated and frankly knew how well he could and had used me in our previous encounters.
For incentive, he pushed just his tip into me! But dammit! I wanted so much more. I moaned and wriggled, “Oh Sir! Please fuck your white whore! Treat me like a cheap hooker and fill me with your black seed. I need your penis in me so badly, Sir! Please, please Sir — it’s been so long since you filled my pussy with your hot, fertile, potential sperm! I need it!” I scratched verbally, hoping to inspire him.
Alex paused briefly, as if considering, and then slowly pushed his penis into me. It felt so amazing to have it back inside me… stretching me proudly, filling my length, nudging my cervix just as he bottomed out, his balls touching my clit.
“Yesssssssssssssss! Oh god, I need this! I need you!” I hollered.
He began moving in and out of me and I pulled at the cuffs, trying to straighten my legs to put them around him but I was helpless, which merely added to my arousal. With my wait gripped in his powerful hands and my pelvis propped on his knees, my legs were spread where he wanted them and I couldn’t control anything. He stopped fucking me, coming to rest deeply inside my pussy, frustrating me.
I instinctively knew he wanted me to beg for more. “Oh Sir! Yes, please fuck me! Fuck me hard! I need your load flooding me!” In response, he began moving again, his cock now plowing slowly, stretching me. His warm big balls touched my pussy and clip and I guessed they must be full of his hot, thick sperm. From his actions, I could tell he was in no worry to unload them yet, and must just be savoring his control over my body.
After an eternity of making me anticipate, he started moving more earnestly inside me and heightened waves of pleasure filled me. I was so excited that Alex was using me again. I just kept saying ‘fuck me’ like a chant, hoping that at any moment he would fill my greedy white cunt with his thick, potent black sperm. I say my cunt was ‘greedy’ because I’m sure my inner muscles were trying to suck at his cock, and my swollen pussy lips were clinging to it each time he slide outward, as if trying to keep it inside. The scent of my copious pussy juices was thick in the air around us. “Damn, you smell good when you’re being fucked,” he commented, making me groan with desire.
I laid there helpless as he used me as his personal fuck toy. I was so alive and grateful, as I felt his cock impaling me, and moving deep inside me. His strokes were strong, filling and masterful! After a timeless period of him rutting and reaming me, it still felt too soon when it happened. I felt his cock vibrate as he shot a stream of his seed into my depths. It was magic! I came hard, thrashing and trying again to put my feet around him to pull him deeper. But being helped chained added so greatly to my pleasure and filling my needs, that my climax intensified so much that I got light headed!
Whe Alex finished pumping his semen into me, he pulled his cock free as he moved backward, slipping his knees out from under my pelvis. His strong hands lowered me gently to the dirt again. Dimly, I felt him take a handful of my hair and use it to wipe off his cock. I laid there prone in the dirt, exhausted, and focused only on my pussy, womb and my orgasmic aftershocks. If my eyes could have focused, all that would have been in my line of sight was dirt and some rocks neary. I wasn’t aware of it, but while I rested on my tummy, hogtied and quivering, he’d got dressed. I learned a bit later that he was standing over me at that point, looking down at my pussy as his cum oozed out of me, and taking pictures of my lewd display.
I was still shaking there and trying to catch my breath as he walked to the car. When he came back and my eyes finally refocused, he showed me the black marker in his hand. I groaned, knowing how long it takes to wash it off of me, but also pleased that he hadn’t neglected this part of our ritual. Kneeling down, he started to write lewd things on my back and ass. He had to pinch my pussy lips together and hold them so he could color the area around my pussy again. Since I was still hogtied, he rolled me onto my side so he could write things on my tits, tummy and mound. But before he could write there, first he had to use a towel he’d brought from his car to brush off the dirt that was clinging to my sweaty skin.
As he stopped to let the markings dry, he said, “Now the gift I mentioned.” He got up and walked to the car. He came back, holding something, but the sun was in my eyes. When he knelt over me to make some shadow, he showed me a metal ring. “This is called an eternity collar, which I bought just for you.” He opened it up and placed it around my neck. It was snug but not tight. He lifted a small plastic bag and showed me a tiny screw and special tool in the bag. He put the screw into the collar. Using the small tool, he drove the screw into the collar until it was flush. He said, “I thought about gluing the screw in place, and throwing away the tool. If I’d done that, the only way the collar could be removed would be to cut it off. However, since you’re a police officer, your department might state that such jewelry violates the code of your uniform. Therefore, I’ll give you the tool. But it would please me that you wear it Continually if you can, or at least when we’re together, if you have to remove it between times.”
I must admit that the idea of wearing a collar concerned me a little, but also excited me and fired off my submissive hidden personality. I could feel his collar on my neck — it had some weight to it which would make me aware of it often. From what Alex was telling me, I understand that it couldn’t be easily removed by me, except perhaps with the help of a mirror, or at least the help of someone who knew what they were doing.
He used his phone to take another picture of me, tHis time still hogtied but now wearing his collar, then put his phone into his pocket. I was gaining my strength back when he picked me up again and put me back in the car trunk and closed its lid. He got into the car and headed down the dirt road to the paved highway.
I laid in the trunk resting, but feel every bump and even slide around a bit when the traffic stopped. This time, the intensity smell of my pussy juices and our mixed cums overpowered that rubbery smell of the spare tire. I enjoyed inhaling that scent deeply, since it was an olfactory memento of that amazing sexual encounter. Alex sure knows how to give me a good time! After a while, I felt him slow, then back into my driveway. The sound of his engine stopped as he parked. The trunk opened and I could see the familiar view of my house once my eyes adjusted to the brighter light. He looked around for nosy observers. Seeing none, he went and opened my front door. Returning, he hurriedly picked me up and carried me intothe house. I almost giggled as with his arms full of my naked body, he had to raise his foot to slam the trunk lid.
He lugged me upstairs to my bedroom and opened one ankle cuff so I could stretch out, but cuffed my ankle again. I was no longer in a hogtie, but I was wearing my leg chains and my wrists were handcuffed behind my back. My hip and knee joints were quite happy to no longer be bent backward as they’d been. After brushing most of the dried dirt off my skin, Alex positioned me at the side of the bed and opened his pants, presenting his penis to me. It wasn’t hard yet, so I had to work on it orally until it was hard and standing out. Then my lips slide along it and I took it as deep as I could while he face fucked me. He started to cum and holding my head pushed his cock down my throat. I began gagging as he shot his load in me, but I loved it. I felt that warmth of his cum sliding down my throat into my stomach. After that, he had me lick and clean his manhood, which I always enjoy doing. I love his taste and his sexy manually scent.
After he came, he told me, “Officer Lockwood, you look very pretty with that new collar.” I was dying to see it on me and wondered if it was really true that it could not be removed easily. He kissed my forehead and patted my ass in a parting gesture. Rolling me onto my side, he placed my keys in my hand and left my gag on the bed. He knew that I’d demonstrated the ability to remove handcuffs from behind my back, and trusted that I could find the correct key by touch. Leaving my house, he closed the front door behind him. It took me just a minute or two to get free of the cuffs on my wrists and then my ankles. Naked, and heedless of any writing on my skin, I went to a window that faced my driveway. Alex was standing there next to his car, looking at my house, obviously waiting for some indication that I’d gotten free. I smiled and wave him a kiss. He laughed, and with a quick wave, he got into his carand drove away.
I next went into the bathroom to see my new collar. As I looked at myself in the full length mirror there, I was shocked as the writing caught my eye. He’d written on my torso below my breasts and on my tummy his name and all the dates we’d been together. I then observed the collar. It was shiny chrome metal, about.25 inch thick, and its tiny screw could hardly be seen. My fingers ran Along it and I started to smile thinking about how Alex had given it to me, locked it on me and visually claimed me as his own. Then I looked more closely at the writing. On my breasts I saw ‘suck these’ were the words written. It took some doing to see my back and read backwards. But I could make out ‘cock slut’, ‘fuck hard’, and ‘cum dump’ at various playful angles. I showed carefully, mostly to get the dirt off me without rubbing too hard on the writing. Regretfully, I also had to wash his semen out of my hair — but at least I still had a lot of it in my stomach and womb!
That collar’s very special to me and it’s on me 24/7 now. Many women comment how attractive it looks on me and ask me how to get one for themselves. I smile and just tell them it was a gift and I have no idea how to get one. Thinking about the writing on my torso, I hope there was enough room there for many more dates to be added in the future.
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