(author's note: more D/s than BDSM)
I was working the midnight shift in the Three Points, Arizona, police station. I like this shift because it's usually quiet and, being a woman and being by myself, it's usually safe - in an emergency I can always call for backup.
Not much happens on this shift. Maybe a drunk driver... usually not much more than that.
Suddenly my private phone rang and signaled that there was an incoming message.
I didn't know the number but it'd been extremely quiet and I was bored so I opened it. My eyelids, which had been drooping a little, flew up completely out of sight as I stared at the screen!
First there appeared a picture of me and I was handcuffed, bent over the interrogation table here at the station! I started to scroll down as picture after picture of me appeared. I was in shock! There were about 30 pictures in all, all from different angles. They even included close-ups of my face and my well used pussy.
I looked again at all the pictures and in summary, they showed a thoroughly used woman after a good hard fuck.
My shock vanished instantly as my memory clicked in -- these pictures had been taken about 4 weeks ago! I was just very surprised he'd sent them to me. I smiled as I reminisced about that magical evening.
It was during one of my late shifts back then I recalled, and the memory of that encounter came flooding back. The bell sounded as the door opened, admitting a good looking guy who walked over to speak to me. Automatically as an officer of the law, I took in his appearance -- a well-dressed light-skinned black man. His suit and shoes were good quality. I noticed all this along with his dark hair, dark, penetrating eyes and dazzling smile before he got to my desk. "Good evening, Officer. My name is Alex and I think I'd better report something I just saw. There were strange lights in the sky and I'm worried it might have been a UFO." I chuckled to myself because there is a military base in the area and someone is always seeing things like that.
Rather than dispelling his concerns, since it was such a slow night I decided that I'd take a report mainly to have his company for a while. "Let's go into the interrogation room," I said. "There's more room to fill out the form in there -- my desk has all these files covering it at the moment."
"Anything you say..." he squinted at my left breast, "... Officer Lockwood." I blushed for an instant, but then realized that he was just reading the name label on my uniform blouse. I was glad the female officer's uniform consisted of a blouse and a skirt, because I like the way my legs look, and hoped he would also.
"Yes," I smiled. "Arin Lockwood. Now, if you come this way, Mister..." I left the statement hanging, to remind him he'd never said his last name.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he said. "We've not been introduced. I'm Alex Green. Very nice meeting you, Officer." We shook hands as I opened the door to the interrogation room, and gestured for him to enter. As he entered, he sat in the chair which was nearest him, the interviewer's chair. I shrugged and sat across in the suspect's chair. The lighting was better there anyway, since the illumination is placed so the suspect can be recorded better. It slipped my mind that the recording started when the lights were turned on.
If I'd remembered that I'd have thought it really didn't matter. But it did later!
As I sat across from him, taking his statement, I realized how attractive he really was - well dressed and well spoken. His clothes were tailored and fit him perfectly. I handed him a blank sheet of paper, asking him to try to draw what he'd seen. As he sketched, it looked more and more like a classic 50s flying saucer, and I smiled to myself as I took the image from him. I pointed at a few parts of the drawing and asked questions to clarify a few details and began making small changes to the image.
"Here let me give you a hand with the art," he offered. He stood up and came around to my side of the table and leaned over as we worked together on the drawing. As he stood over me, I became aware of how big he really was and how attracted I was becoming. He even smelled wonderfully, and it'd been a long dry spell for me sexually. I was starting to daydream a little of what it would feel like to have him inside me. His breath was warm on my ear and neck as he leaned close, and it sure seemed to me that he was flirting a little now.
All kinds of naughty ideas began flashing in my mind. But one idea won out over all the rest. It was a crazy impulse, but I excused myself and a minute later came back into the room carrying two sets of handcuffs and a ring of keys. I placed them all on the table and we finished the drawing and filling in the form. As we chatted about things that people claimed to have seen in the night sky, I picked one set of handcuffs up and played with it as I looked into his eyes. He watched me as I slowly closed one cuff on my left wrist, ratcheting it one click at a time until it was snug on my wrist.
We could both feel the tension building in the room, since I was beginning to send a clear, but unspoken message. I next leaned forward and placed my wrists closer together on the table.
His eyes displayed his surprise as he looked at me! "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, as he walked back around the table.
"Yes!" I replied. "I'm sure. But on one condition."
"Oh? And what's that?"
"If the door bell sounds, or the phone rings, I'll need you to free me quickly, and let me answer it. You might even have to help me dress while I'm talking, in case I need to handle some situation and even call for backup. Very little ever happens at night here, but we need to agree on this, just in case."
