DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. I don't actually recommend you mess with a police officer like this. I am not normally into male submission but I wrote this short story for a Domme who won a bet with me and I love how the cop gets talked into something she regrets. Part 2 may be the cop's revenge. Enjoy.
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So there we were. I was sitting in the passenger seat with my seat belt on and my arms tightly bound behind my back. You had even taken the time to cinch my elbows together just to add to my humiliation. I could see the siren lights in the review mirror and the cop that approached was very sexy, blonde, tall and had a commanding presence. She comes up the window with her light shining in your eyes, "License and registration "Ma'am, do you know why I stopped you?"
"I have no idea," you reply irritation showing in your voice.
"You were well over the speed limit. Sir, can I see your hands please?" She addresses me.
"No, I'm sorry I can't do that." I respectfully tell her. Uneasy now, she grips her pistol and takes a step back from the car.
"Sir, I need to see your hands now," she tells me in a very commanding voice.
"I understand officer but I cannot comply with that order. My hands are tied behind my back." I tell her while looking down at my feet.
"Ok lady out of the car now!" She tells you.
"I do not have time for this shit," you say to no one in particular as you unbuckle your seat belt and wrench the door open. The beautiful cop takes another step back and unholsters her weapon. You get out of the car and walk to the back with the cop following you. I cannot hear much of what she is saying but the trunk of the car opens and some few minutes creep by. I am scared and turned on at the same time. I know that we have some explaining to do and, very briefly, I entertain the idea of telling the cop that you had kidnapped me against my will just to see what would happen to you. You'd be put in cuffs and have to wait, leaned over your car while the police van comes to take you to jail. The sexy cop would untie me and comfort me while we waited for the ambulance. I go on in my thoughts entertaining myself until abruptly your door opens and you slip into your seat.
In your hands is a police issues gun belt and you toss that and an Arizona state trooper badge onto my lap. "Hold that for me, thanks," you say as you go through a wallet, obviously belonging to the cop. You start the car and pull back into traffic. The cop has gotten back on her bike and is following us without her beacons running. I am too shocked to speak. Does she know this woman? How did she get her gun away from her and why is she just following along. Does she have supernatural powers, what have I got myself into? I occupy myself with my own thoughts as you make the drive back to your house. You seem to be fine and not even paying attention to the cop in the rearview mirror. You pull into your garage and the cop drives her bike beside your car. She gets off her bike and assumes a position on the wall with her hands and legs spread. You reach up and in a professional way, attach her own cuffs to her wrists and getting me out of my seat you escort us with a hand on each elbow to a spare bedroom in your big, new house. You toss me on the bed with an order to stay put and you tell the cop to stand against the wall. You leave and there I am with my would be rescuer. This is beyond all reason. I try not to stare at the cop but she is obviously hot and she seems likes she's not sure of herself, can't imagine why.
"Um, officer, how did she get you to give her your gun?"
"It's a long story but this isn't how she told me it would go."
"What do you mean?"
"She promised me...well...I guess I don't have to tell you."
"Ok, but why are you playing along with this game?"
"I'm not sure this is such a good idea. I need to get out here I think."
"I'm sorry. She is very, very persuasive."
