Megan's heart skipped a beat as the police car pulled up a few yards in front of her. She continued her walk glancing at it nervously. He heart skipped a beat as the officer stepped out but when she recognised him her feelings suddenly changed to that of acute embarrassment. "Everything okay after the weekend?" he asked her as he walked around the car to the kerbside.
"Y....y...yes its fine" she responded with her face flushed.
"It's okay," he told her, "Nothing to get embarrassed about."
"Can't have got many call-outs like that one though?" She responded with a nervous smile.
He returned her smile. "You would be surprised at some of the things we get called out for!" He responded.
She felt a little more relaxed now but people were looking at her as she stood talking him. She could imagine the sort of things running through their minds. The officer though was doing his best to dispel their suspicions as he relaxed leaning against his vehicle while talking to her and displaying an air of informality.
"Better getting a call-out for a pair of faulty handcuffs than a serious accident or something far worse!" He told her.
The whole thing had been so embarrassing. Denny, her husband had bought some handcuffs as part of her thirtieth birthday treat so that they could try out a bondage fantasy but the key didn't fit. The trouble was that they were already attached to Megan's wrists before they discovered it. Her hands were firmly secured behind her back and they couldn't get her free. He tried to snap through the metal with pliers but to no avail. They were left with no option but to call out the emergency services and a police patrol car close by answered the call and came to their aid. She felt a fool standing there with her hands cuffed behind her back. The officer though had been very understanding about it all and within minutes he had freed her.
"There's no need to be embarrassed about it," he said to her again. "Lots of people indulge."
"I suppose they do." She responded, still unable to look him fully in the eye.
"Obviously you haven't been doing it very long!"
She shook her head, "First time!" She added.
He smiled. "Sod's Law hey!"
He stood up and leant forward to speak quietly to her. "Well if you ever need a bit of guidance I am always available!"
His proposition took her by surprise.
"I could pop round one afternoon this week, if you like. I finish my shift at 2:00pm for the next couple of weeks"
"I don't think we shall be trying that again." She told him.
"I could bring my own," he suggested, ignoring what she had said. "Just to show you how they work and give you some guidance!"
"I....I....I don't know." She responded. "My husband will be at work anyway."
"All the better," he told her. "I will be very discrete!" He added with a smile.
She was even more shocked but she was also tempted. She liked men in uniform and they didn't come any better than policemen! Doing this sort of thing, however, with a man other than her husband was not something she had ever thought seriously about.
"How about tomorrow afternoon?" He asked noticing her hesitancy
She became flustered. "I.....I..."
"I will see you tomorrow then." He said as he moved away from her.
Moments later he was gone and she was left standing there bemused. It took her a few minutes to realize just exactly what she had done; she wanted to cancel it. She didn't want him coming round: she didn't want another man to play these kinds of games with her, but it was too late. He was gone; she didn't even know his name or which station he was from, she had no way of getting in touch with him.
Megan hardly slept that night. She tossed and turned as she contemplated his visit. She wished she had been firmer at the time and said 'no'. She loved Denny and didn't want another man but she also knew that deep down inside there was an excitement stirring, and it was this urge that she was battling with. By the time morning came however she had decided that she would put him off by telling him that she had to go out and that she would see him another time.
Her resolve stayed strong all that day until his knock on her door that afternoon. She opened her mouth to give him a well rehearsed statement but when she saw him she crumbled and silently stepped aside for him. She led him into the lounge; the same room that he had found her in on that night, and sat down next to him on the settee. He introduced himself as Alan as they chatted for a few moments before he took his handcuffs from the case attached to his belt. "These are the type we use." He told her.
She looked on as he demonstrated them. "And this is the key!" He said with a smile, before placing it down on the coffee table in front of them.
She looked on nervously.
"Turn around please"
Megan found herself twisting around and allowing him to fasten the cuffs to her wrists. "How does it feel?" He asked her as he sat back.
"Okay" she responded.
"So it's the feeling of vulnerability that does it for you then?" He asked her.
Megan nodded.
His hand suddenly alighted on her knee. "Of course," he told her, "you're not really in a position to do anything when you are restrained."
She said nothing as his hand moved backwards slightly, pushing the hem of her skirt back. She knew that if he wanted to he could push her skirt right back past the tops of her stockings.
"They aren't too tight are they?"
She shook her head.