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A Copsession Obsession
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A Copsession Obsession As the interstate brought me closer to Nashville I reviewed the events of the last few weeks which had brought me to this time and place. Ever curious about the BDSM lifestyle I had cautiously placed my profile on an internet site and waited to see the result. I had explained in my profile my lack of experience and my strong submissive feelings that seemed to need an outlet more and more. I had checked discipline and light bondage and a few other things on the laundry list of interests in the profile setup. So many replies! Some were lewd, some were crude, some were juvenile, and some were just sick. I was about to reconsider the whole thing when I received a response that struck a chord deep inside my psyche: A real-life police officer had responded to ask if I was still looking for a mentor and if I was still interested in exploring my submissiveness. Moreover, his profile made it clear that nothing would be rushed and everything had to be consensual. "This might be okay, " I thought. After all, what woman hasn't had a cop fantasy or three? Consulting the map and simple directions he had provided, along with easy landmarks to keep me on course I realized I was only minutes away from the Marriott, our meeting place. My heart beat faster as I entered the exit ramp and I confess I felt the beginnings of arousal. I was wearing a very pretty dress as he had instructed. It was one of my favorites because I've always felt it accentuates my eye color. I parked the car and walked to the entrance of the Hampton Inn. The cool air of the lobby felt wonderful as it tackled the light sheen of perspiration on my face and arms. "May I help you?"asked the mousy little man behind the desk. I heard someone say, "Room 536, please" and realized it was my own voice. Was I really doing this? Taking the room key, I walked toward the elevator. I felt as if I was on autopilot, my subconscious making me do what my conscious wasn't so sure about. I fidgeted with the room key as the elevator filled with people. Were they looking at me? Why should they? They had no way of knowing I was about to surrender my body and my control to a man I really did not know all that well. It helped to recall our meeting the week before. He had been so nice and so..gentlemanly. Almost as if from another era. And it came naturally. Something told me this man was okay. But there was steel there, too. I could feel his ability to control the people and the environment around him and I wondered what he had seen and done in his many years of police work. My reverie was interrupted by the elevator bell and I stepped onto the fifth floor with a little less apprehension than I'd had a few moments before. I found room 536. The hallway was empty. His instructions were to unlock the door and enter without knocking. I did so. The room was empty. I checked the bathroom. Empty, too. Maybe I'm early, I thought. No, almost exactly on time. Maybe he's late. I placed my small suitcase on the bed and wondered if I should unpack. There was little enough in it. I had been told to bring a few specific items and any 'toys' I used at home. In my case, my only 'toy' was a vibrator that I was just a little ashamed to have admitted owning. A surprisingly strong feeling of fear and disappointment overwhelmed me as I realized he might not show up! At that very instant, however, there was an official-sounding knock at the door. I opened the door and He stood there facing me. Sunlight from the hallway window danced off the silver metal adorning His uniform shirt and His impossibly bright shined dress shoes. "Miss ----?" He inquired. "Yes, Officer. That's me, " I replied. "Could we step inside, please?" I stepped back so that He could enter. As He closed the door behind us I saw that He was wearing black leather police gloves like they sometimes do on that TV show, COPS. He held a folded document in His hand and flourished it in front of me. "I have a warrant here for your arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior, young lady." "For me? But I haven't done anything!" I exclaimed. "That's not for you to decide, Miss. Turn and face the wall, please." "But, Officer, This has to be a mis-" My protestations were interrupted when he suddenly took my elbow in a leather-clad hand and turned me to face the wall! "You need to cooperate, Miss. Don't add to your problems." An icy ball of fear formed in my throat as His instructions continued: "Place your hands in the small of your back and interlace your fingers...Now spread your legs...wider...WIDER." The toe of his shiny shoe suddenly pressed against the instep of my right foot and moved it further, spreading my legs wider. He had told me twice, then had spread me to HIS satisfaction. My feet were still barely more than shoulder-width apart and it wasn't uncomfortable, but I felt almost naked in my thin print dress. At no time had His voice sounded angry or even cruel, just very, very commanding...and very much in charge. His gloved right hand clamped down on my interlocked fingers and pulled my hands a few inches away from the small of my back, forcing me to bend over slightly as He stood directly behind me. Then I felt cold hard metal come to rest on the tops of my wrists and there was a mechanical, ratcheting sound as twin steel<b> handcuffs </font></b>encircled and trapped my slender wrists. "Be still while I lock these so they won't tighten up and hurt you, " He ordered. Next, with His right hand still holding my interlocked fingers and now pressing my cuffed hands lightly against the small of my back He used His foot again to spread my legs wider until I was off balance and relying on Him to keep me upright. I realized that if I were to attempt to struggle the slightest tug from Him could dump me right on my ass. I guess you learn to deal pretty effectively with criminals if you're a cop. He then began an efficient, systematic search of the entire left side of my body with His left hand, keeping His right hand...and both of my hands firmly in place in the small of my back. I had assumed He would have me lean against the wall like in the old cop movies but you learn something every day and I had a strong feeling I was going to learn a lot this day. As I said, He searched every inch of me in an almost detached and professional manner, even lifting my breast to check underneath and then giving my hardening nipple a quick, playful pinch before moving His hand lower. Needless to say, when those leather-clad fingers stroked along the furrow of my wet sex through the thin material of my panties I could control neither my whimper nor the quiver that ran through my body. The hand continued down my inner thigh and even down to my toes before He stood back up behind me. I felt Him slide His left hand over His right and change position without ever freeing my fingers or hands for the slightest instant. His right hand moved to the right side of my head and exactly copied the earlier actions of His left hand, searching the entire right side of my body, lifting my other breast and then slightly pinching my now-hard nipple. He moved the edge of His hand along my dress and between the cheeks of my ass and then moved lower. I tensed and tried to prepare for what I knew was coming but He still made me gasp as His right index finger stroked my aching sex, a little harder than with His other hand, or so it seemed. My panties as a barrier were a mockery, prolonging the feeling rather than preventing it. When He stood back up He brushed against me and I felt the hardness of His erection on my buttocks through His uniform pants. I was ridiculously pleased to find that He was also being affected by this situation. "Walk over and face the bed, please." He removed the gloves and then took my arm to guide me to the exact position where He wanted me. My hands were still firmly cuffed behind my back and my one attempt to struggle with them resulted in the cold, unyielding steel digging painfully into my wrists. They did not hurt if I did not struggle and it wasn't as if I could get out of them. I felt Him bend down behind me and then His hands were underneath my dress; His thumbs quickly hooking into the waist of my panties and pulling them down to my ankles in one quick motion that left me no time to even react! "Officer, wha-what are you doing?" I pleaded. "You have the right to remain silent. Use it...Now go down to your knees and rest your forehead on the carpet." Frightened, I quickly obeyed. As my forehead touched the floor I was immediately aware of how this automatically thrust my ass higher, practically putting it on display. "Pull up your skirt, please." "But...I can't! I'm handcuffed!" I protested. My protest was met with a quick stinging Smack! as He struck my upthrust buttocks with the leather gloves! "Reach down with your fingers and pull up your dress, " He ordered patiently. I found it was actually quite easy to do this if I pulled the dress up in increments, a few inches at a time. I did so until my dress was bunched up in the small of my back and my naked ass cheeks and smooth thighs were left exposed to this police officer. "Spread your knees for Me." "Sir? But-" Thwack! The leather gloves slapped against my bare ass in a stinging little blow that made me moan in a confusing mixture of pleasure and fear... I spread my knees. The cool, circulating air played along the wetness of my exposed, defenseless sex as I waited anxiously for my next instruction. I learned many things this incredible afternoon. Many things, indeed! |
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