Officer Grant proved to be a stern man who was apparently very punctual. Her doorbell rang at exactly 7:00 PM, as if he had been at her door, waiting for the clock to hit the exact time, down to the second. Dressed in a pair of draw-string lounge pants and a button-down flannel, Danielle had answered the door and faced the man who, from this moment forward, had full control of her sexuality among most other aspects of her life. She gasped internally over his appearance and tried to keep her reaction neutral. He was tall, broad shouldered, and very fit. His hair was a medium brown shade, and the stubble that was dusted across his face was a slightly lighter shade. There was a ruggedness about him in spite of his impeccably pressed clothing and neatly combed hair. She got the immediate impression that he was ex-military, and she would make a point to find out. Her pussy contracted and pulsed as she thought of the power this handsome, alpha-looking male held over her. She also felt a deep sense of shame for the predicament she was in which cast her as a subordinate to him. She was envious of the women who might meet him under different circumstances and be able to earn his respect as an equal. Being unable to help herself, she glanced down at his left hand and noticed there was no wedding band.
"Welcome," Danielle said, stepping out the doorway to let Officer Grant enter.
He surveyed her apartment and simply stated, "Thank you. Let's set up in the living room, and we'll have a chat before we get started." He gestured in invitation for her to have a seat
in her own living room.
They sat across from each other and Officer Grant placed a case on the coffee table. He didn't ask her first if he could set something on her table. He took immediate command of their meeting and simply spread out a cloth atop the surface to protect the furniture, heading off any objections she may have at the pass.
"As you already know, my name is Adam Grant. You may call me Officer Grant or sir. How are you feeling, Danielle?" he inquired. "Are you getting enough sleep? Sleep is often problematic for people in the adjustment period. We want you fresh and meeting your obligations at work."
Danielle bobbed her head, agreeing that all was well and aside from the day of arbitration and the next day, she hadn't missed any of her shifts at work.
"Here," Officer Grant said, handing her the end of a long cord which he plugged into the wall. "Go ahead and insert this into the port on the front of your belt. It's probably covered with a rubber stopper of some sort. Pull out the stopper and plug in your charger." Danielle looked surprised, but she pulled the waistband of her pants down a few inches to search for the charging port. She couldn't find it, and lowered her pants another few inches. The little port was right above her pubis. She inserted the cord and soon realized there wasn't enough slack for the charging cable to pull her pants back up. Having no other choice, she sat back down with her pants pulled a little too low, tethered to the wall by a thin, black wire jutting out from her pelvis. She looked ridiculous and fumed inwardly at Mr. Young for placing the port in such an absurd location. How could she have a serious conversation with Officer Grant looking like this?
"Huh," Officer Grant said when he realized where the port was. "Usually, they put it on the waistband."
Of course they usually put the plug at the top of the belt. That's the logical place to put it!
But Danielle had a vindictive design technician who couldn't handle a little flirtation and needed to express his subtle acts of revenge against her.
Except I wasn't exactly flirting with him
, she reminded herself.
"Why is it necessary to charge the belt?" She asked, not in a confrontational tone, but just out of curiosity.
Officer Grant confirmed her suspicions that the belt sent usage statistics to him. It also had a GPS tracking device, and had the capacity to issue corrections should that become appropriate, which he hoped it would not.
"The system is monitoring you constantly. If there are any discrepancies in the security status of the belt, I will be notified immediately. You can expect that I will call you at three o'clock in the morning if my phone pings at that time. You will need to answer if I call. Additionally, your belt is never to reach below 50% charge. Consequences for allowing your belt to run out of power are severe and could include prison time. Do not," he emphasized, "Allow the belt to get below a 50% charge." The bra would also need to be charged, but it used less power and needed charging less frequently.
Danielle assured him she would charge her devices nightly as needed to avoid further punishment. He inquired when her last cycle was, and provided her with instructions on how to stay clean when her flow began. He then directed her to download the user app for her belt so she could check the charging status, report problems, view the details of the correctional program he developed for her, and communicate with him directly using the secure messaging feature on the app. "I will be checking in on you frequently," he explained when her account was set up. "You are required to respond to my messages in a timely manner." He checked his phone and said, "You're at 55% charge. Let's proceed with your inspection," Officer Grant said, inviting her to stand. "Unplug and remove your clothing so we can get started."
Danielle froze in place, gripping her shirt as though holding it closed in front. She understood very well why she was panicking. As she sat there listening to his take-charge demeanor, she had grown aroused and quite wet. It was the very thing she was worried about; becoming sexually attracted to her monitor. She would be mortified for him to find evidence of that when he surveyed her crotch plate.
"Is it... normal for male monitors to have such uhm... intimate access to... females?"
