The Submission of Susan
Shoplifter
I am laying in bed naked next to Master who woke up about five minutes ago and now has his hand resting on my Mons. I am a little surprised his hand has not already dropped down a little further to what I believe he thinks is the more interesting area.
"I think you need to be shaved my pet," he suddenly declares totally out of the blue.
Firstly, I would point out that my Master insists on my intimate area being devoid of any hair and because of this I scrupulously maintain myself and regularly suffer the pain of a full waxing down below. For this reason, there is no earthly reason that my Master needs to shave me however that does not of course stop him from occasionally insisting I am shaved. I sometimes wonder what he thinks my pubic hair does during the period he is not attending to it. Does he think it just sits there dormant waiting for the occasional day when Master feels the need to attend to it?
As it stands right now I was waxed only 3 days ago so the chances that even one hair is down there would be a miracle. I know that there is no point in arguing with him. If Master thinks I need to be shaved then guess what? I get shaved.
"Go get your stuff," he says as he sits up.
Sighing I slip from the bed and head to the bathroom. I soon return now clutching a large towel, shaving cream, shaver and aftercare lotion. Without speaking I lay the folded towel on the bed and then get back on the bed myself before positioning my lower area directly onto the towel and handing the shaving cream to Master who then positions himself directly between my spread-open legs.
I then feel the shaving cream being applied across my entire intimate area and sighing I pass the shaver to Master. He then spreads me even wider apart and begins to thoroughly shave me and every part of my intimate area is shaved with meticulous detail. When he is finally finished I am rubbed with the towel before he applies generous amounts of aftercare lotion to me and rubs it in firmly.
Without being told I then have to suffer the ignominy of having to roll over and spread my bottom cheeks so he can then shave my entire butt crack. I always get a little nervous while he is doing this frightened that one day he is going to cut me there but so far I have been lucky.
Eventually, I am pronounced devoid of hair (not that there was any there to start with) and with a smack to my still splayed open bottom I am told to go get ready and he will lay out my clothes for the day. We are going shopping today and amazingly it is to a normal shop rather than the bloody BDSM shop he loves taking me to. It seems he needs new shirts for work.
When I return from the bathroom I am surprised to see what looks like normal clothes laid out for me to wear. Frequently Master dresses me with clothes that are barely public decent but today there is a standard pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, a bra, a red thong, a brown leather jacket, socks and sneakers.
I am soon dressed and downstairs making a quick breakfast for us both before Master turns up and we sit down to eat together. It seems we are going to a large department store where Master thinks he is going to grab some sort of a bargain.
It's not long before we are all finished up and in the car heading for the mall. It takes us about twenty minutes to get there but we are soon parking up and heading inside. A quick look at the map and we head off to a store called J.K. Golder which is a large department store.
Once inside I am given instructions to go look around and meet up with Master at the exit in twenty minutes. With that, he heads off to the men's department and I look around deciding where I am going to go. There is no point in going to the clothing department since all my clothes are selected and bought by Master. I eventually decided to go look at the makeup.
I am browsing along the rows and rows of makeup and eventually come to the lipstick section. I try a few on and eventually decide there is one I particularly like and decide to purchase it. Of course, I then realise I don't have any money with me. It's rare I ever need money these days as everything is paid for by Master.
Looking around I realise that there is basically nobody about and it probably wouldn't be a hard thing to sort of lose the product in my clothing. I quickly push the lipstick down the waistband of my jeans and head towards the exit to wait for Master who shortly appears.
We both head towards the exit when all of a sudden all hell breaks out and lights are flashing and a claxton is sounding. Immediately a security guard is descending on us and my Master is looking extremely perplexed with everything. The bag is taken from Master before he is asked to step through the security barrier. Nothing happens! The guard then looks at me and asks me to step through and I of course know what will happen. As I move through the gate the alarm immediately starts up again.
The guard then asks both of us to accompany him to an office at the back of the store. I am of course terrified about what I know is coming. Let me first say that I have never stolen anything in my entire life and even when I had practically no money I did not resort to theft. I have no idea what has possessed me to do so today.
Once inside the office the guard produces some sort of scanner and begins waving it across my body. It is not long before the thing is screeching an alarm and I have no option but to remove the lipstick from my waistband.
I turn to Master with a pleading look although I know he can't help me. The guard then informs us both that shop policy is that he must call the police and heads to his desk and the phone. My Master tells him that he will pay for the lipstick and that perhaps the guard could take care of the discipline himself. I of course know what Master means by this and although a spanking by a guard in a shop is not my idea of fun it is certainly more appealing than a police station.
Unfortunately, the guard is not interested and we wait for the police to arrive. When they do I am embarrassingly handcuffed and taken to a waiting patrol car with my Master looking on knowing he can do nothing to help me.
We arrive at the police station and I am guided to a small grey windowless room with one chair and a table where I am told to wait. I slump down in the chair miserably. I have never been in a police station in my life and frankly, this room scares me.
I am left alone in this room for about 30 minutes before I hear the door open and a young police officer of about 25 years old appears. He closes the door behind him and I see him produce a key and lock the door before placing the key back into his pocket. Obviously, they don't want prisoners escaping I think.
"Good morning Miss James. I am police officer Stuart and I will be conducting your arrest induction today. You will do what I tell you when I tell you. Do you understand?"
I look up at the police officer and nod my head. I have no idea what an arrest induction might be but I know that it is never a good idea to piss off a police officer.
"Please stand up and remove your clothing Miss James."
I slowly stand and remove my sneakers and socks before taking my T-shirt off and then unbuttoning my jeans and slipping out of them. I pick up my jeans and fold them with shaking hands before turning back to the office now in panties and bra.
"All clothing Miss James please," he tells me.
I know I have no choice but to reach back to unclip my bra. This only leaves my panties and I look up at him. With a finger, he indicates these have to come off and sighing I pull my panties down before stepping out of them. I bring one hand up to hide my intimate area whilst the other goes across my breasts.
I watch as he first checks my jeans and T-shirt before my bra and finally embarrassingly he has my panties in his hand and has stretched them open in front of me.
"You concealed what you stole in these?" he asks.
I nod meekly. This is terrible. I have this young guy standing in front of me holding my panties and I am having to admit to my crime.
"Ok Miss James, please get up onto the table and lay on your back with your hands by your side. I am required to do a full body inspection," he orders me as he starts to put on blue latex gloves.
Knowing I have no choice I move across to the large table before climbing up onto it and placing my hands by my side. I am now completely naked and desperately scared about what is going to happen.
He moves up beside me and places his hands on the table.
"Whilst in our custody Miss James, no jewelry may be worn," he states.
He then reaches across me and pulling on both nipples declares that my nipple piercings must be removed. I am forced to tell him that they have been welded closed and cannot be removed.
"What about these?" he says and I feel him gently pulling on both labia rings.
I am so embarrassed as I feel him pulling at my labia. " I am sorry sir, but those too have been welded closed."
"Ok well, I guess I can cut them off,"
Oh jeez, he can't do that. My Master would go ballistic if I got home without them. It's bad enough already!!
"Oh please sir, I would be very grateful if you could please leave them alone."
"Hmm well it's a bit of a problem," he goes on to say. "We use a metal detector and scanner for the internal inspection but if you consent for me to perform the full internal inspection with my hands I guess they could stay."
I have no idea what he means by internal inspection but I know that whatever happens, I cannot afford to lose my rings.
"Yes Sir I consent," I say not knowing what the hell I may be consenting to.
"OK then. With that out of the way can you please open your legs and do not close them until instructed," he orders me.
I move my legs apart but he reaches down between my thighs pushing my legs so I am forced to dangle my lower legs off the sides of the table. I am now splayed open in full view of this young police officer.
"That's much better. Now I need to examine your vagina, Miss James. Can you kindly open yourself or would you prefer I did it?"
I had no idea how detailed this induction was but felt I should at least have some control over what was happening so reaching down and grasping my labia rings I spread myself open.
"Ok, Miss James. Let me explain something to you."
I watch as he reaches into his pocket before producing a small packet of white powder and waving it in front of me.
"If I were to conduct my official examination of you and say find something inside you like say this little packet of drugs you would be with us for a very long time. On the other hand, if I conduct the examination the way I like to conduct it on female prisoners it's doubtful I would find anything.
"What do you prefer Miss James?"
OMG, this young police guy is blackmailing me. Either I let him play with me or he is gonna say he found drugs on me. I think he knows he is not giving me any real choice.
I quietly tell him to conduct the examination the way he likes but I am told to repeat much louder.
"Please sir, I would appreciate it if you could conduct the examination the way you like," I say in a louder voice.
"Ok then, as we have that sorted we can get started but I should say, if you at any point interrupt my examination we go back to option one. Do you understand?"
I meekly nod and suddenly feel a finger on my clitoris.
"Let's see if we can get this cute little thing to blossom," he says smiling at me.
