The Message

(Author's note: more D/s than BDSM)

Sitting at the front desk, I was doing paperwork in a rather desultory fashion and desperately trying not to fall asleep. Occasionally looking at and playing with the new security camera system and monitor that had been added was helping a little, even though there was no one on any of the screens. Its new panel controls the added security cameras in the building.

The camera in the interrogation room was live all the time now, as was a camera added in the cell block room. The recorder starts whenever it detects movement, so of course it was empty, since we change its disc every shift change. As I was idly scanning the areas, my personal phone started ringing, and looking at the phone I recognized the number. It was Alex! A thrill ran through me, and any cobwebs in my brain vanished!

I answered eagerly, "Hello Sir, where are you? Are you here?"

"I'm in the area, slut. If I get free, BE READY!" With that, he hung up.

"Be ready?" I thought. My pussy seemed to be screaming, "I'm so ready!" I felt flushed, and warm. Thinking back to our last encounter, I smiled and touched my breasts and felt them respond, nipples stiffening.

I went to the interrogation room and made sure all was as it should be, acting as if I was doing a routine survey of the room. Then I went to the front door, and looked outside both ways but saw no headlights in either direction. "Drat," I thought. "He only said IF he gets free. I guess that means no guarantees. But just in case, is there anything else I should check?"

Turning around I noticed our storage cabinet. Opening it, I made sure there were black markers in there, and found at least half a box of them. Of course, getting his writing off my skin took quite some time, but I couldn't deny how much having him humiliate me that way turns me on! I also saw our extra handcuff and leg cuffs, which made me grin in anticipation, since they might be handled by a Dominant man that I trusted completely.

The night passed, but no Alex appeared! I didn't see him, or even hear from him. And it's too forward of me to try to call him or text him to ask where he is. I remembered he'd said 'if I get free' and he obviously had not. I sighed, frustrated that my preparations hadn't been used.

The next night it was quiet and peaceful, which was the norm for our community. I was back at my desk idly looking at a magazine. When I looked up he was standing there, staring at me with that 'Cheshire cat' grin! "Aaaaahhhhhhh," erupted from my mouth. "Oh my god, you shocked me, Alex! How do you do that, sneak up on people so silently?" I hadn't even noticed the door making its sound that it had been opened! Or did he have some magical way of silencing it?

He just smiled with an even wider grin. "I have my ways."

I moved around the desk, picking up the bunch of keys along with a set of handcuffs and leg cuffs. He gave me a big hug, and I melted against him, enjoying his arms - so big and strong. He noted the cuffs I was carrying. "I see your ready, Officer Lockwood! The fact that you're carrying those means you expect us not to be disturbed."

"Yes Sir... I'm always ready for you, Sir," I confirmed, a little shyly,.

Placing the keys in my lips, I reached out and tried to hand him the cuffs I was holding

He got a stern expression on his face and spoke in his dominant tone of voice. "Officer Lockwood, you know better!" he admonished me.

Blushing, I quickly intuited what he demanded. We were getting so much in tune with one another. I bent down, snapping the leg cuffs on my ankles, then closing the handcuffs on my left wrist followed by cuffing my hands behind me.

"Very good, Officer Lockwood," he said approvingly. At that point I realized that I was still wearing my entire uniform, but I mentally shrugged, since he hadn't demanded that I strip.

Alex checked my wrists to make sure they were secure. He then took the keys from my lips and put them in his pocket. I always get so excited when he has me helpless, and I'm pretty sure he knows that. I started walking towards the interrogation room but he grabbed my arm. "I want to look around more this time, slut." he growled at me. That growl, coming from those gorgeous lips of his, makes my heart beat faster, and my tummy clench, which signals naughty messages to my pussy.

"There's not much really to see, Sir," I explained, wondering what he had in mind. Whatever it was, I sure hoped it would be kinky and sexy.

"Show me those back cells!" he commanded. Again, I almost protested there wasn't anything to see back there. Our cells are mostly empty, as they were at this moment. At least if I had some prisoners, I'd have to feed them and stuff, and the nights would be less quiet and therefore a lot less lonely. But Alex was now in charge, and he wanted a tour.

I led him toward the back of the building, my ankle chains clinking as I walked, having to take small, almost mincing, and very humiliating steps. My cuffed hands behind me had pushed my breasts out and made them bounce a little in their confinement. My nipples rubbed against my uniform making them hard. My excitement was building from this stimulation and this treatment. I wondered if other prisoners wearing leg irons and handcuffs got similarly aroused. "Next time I have any prisoners, I'll have to watch their crotches more closely," I promised myself mentally.

We reached a heavy metal door which was solidly locked. Alex held up one key at a time until I nodded my head that he had found the correct one. He inserted the key and with a twist and a click, opened the door. I watched the key slip into that lock and heard the 'click' of its release, and I couldn't help but imagine the key was his cock, the lock was my pussy, and the 'click' was me cumming on his marvelous dick. OK, OK, yes, I'm a pervert! Especially being close to Alex and inhaling his manly scent.

The lights were on in the corridor past the heavy door and the barred door to the first cell was open. Two walls of that cell were brick and the other two were bars. The bars were on the front of the cell and its far side between cell 1 and cell 2. Unable to gesture with my cuffed hands, I motioned with my head to try to draw Alex's attention to the camera on the wall. It was at an angle in relation to the cell interior. "Does that camera also record sound?" he asked.

"Yes Sir - all the cameras in the station were upgraded recently," I replied.

Smiling, Alex put me in front of the camera, asking, "Officer Lockwood, do you voluntarily agree to be used sexually and also did you put those handcuffs and leg cuffs on yourself?"

"Yes Sir, I did put these cuffs on myself without any coercion, and I give you permission to use me sexually anyway you wish!" I confirmed, speaking loudly and clearly enough for the camera to easily pick up my voice.

Alex pulled the open cell door wider and pushed me inside cell number one. He closed the door with a bang, fumbled with the keys a little to find the one that fit, and locked the cell door. He might've noticed the keys were numbered, but he didn't know the manner in which we mentally numbered the cells. Regardless, I was locked in the cell now, very helpless. Turning, he opened the main door leading to the lobby and left, locking the door behind him. If I'd felt helpless before, it was nothing compared to this moment! As time passed, I started to worry that he'd left me, and I'd be found here in the morning by another officer. But after several heart-stopping minutes, I heard the key in the lock of the heavy door. Alex came back to the cell carrying a bottle of water and asked, "Do you need a drink?"

He held the bottle up and, with my hands cuffed behind me, I had to press my face between the bars to drink. Tilting the bottle so I could sip, he let me have a couple of swallows. But then he tilted it even more so the water overflowed and spilled all down my top, soaking it. "Officer Lockwood, you're a mess! What would your fellow officers say if they saw you like this?" he chastised. Reaching into his pocket, he opened the cell door with the key.

Now in my submissive phase, I waited for him to tell me what to do next.

"Come out," he commanded. As I stepped into the hallway, he said, "Stop!" Using the keys, he opened one of my handcuffs and one leg cuff. "Officer Lockwood, remove your uniform and underwear, and fold everything neatly on the bunk," he demanded.

Thrilled anew, I slowly started to undress, knowing this was being recorded and I'd be seen on the recording. There could be no doubt that the shameless woman was me and that I was doing this of my own free will. I still wore the frilly lingerie underwear I had become accustomed to wearing. I removed it, placing it on the bunk, along with my skirt and damp blouse. The most recent black ink markings on my body were faded but still visible, if a person looked closely enough. I was certain that Alex was a man who could be depended upon to look closely indeed.

"Officer Lockwood, come here!" he intoned. As I moved near him, he turned me and moved me several feet forward. "Officer Lockwood, look up!" He'd positioned me so the camera would record a very good view of my face and bare breasts. I realized that fact immediately and blushed as my breathing reflexively deepened and my tits began bobbing up and down. I could feel Alex's eyes staring at my body as he commanded, "Don't move!"

Alex unlocked the main door again as he went out and closed it behind him. Obedient and submissive, I stood there looking straight into the camera. Since he hadn't cuffed my arms behind my back after I'd finished removing my clothes, I just held my arms straight down by my sides. After a brief interval, I heard the main door being unlocked and Alex returned. As he came into my peripheral vision, I could see that he was smiling, almost like a pirate that has found buried treasure. Apparently, he'd found the storage cabinet and was carrying three more pairs of handcuffs.

Bending down, he removed the other leg cuff from my ankle, so both my legs were now unfettered. He then put a handcuff from one of the pairs he'd brought from the cabinet on my free wrist, making it snug. Pushing me into the cell he backed me against the wall of bars between the cells and cuffed my hands over my head. The open free end of each handcuff easily reached above the horizontal reinforcing bar that passed along the cell walls about a foot over my head. My arms ended up on either side of my head, and I couldn't lower them much. Next he spread my legs and used a handcuff on each ankle to spread my legs wide and lock them to the bars. I was so excited I was literally dripping and breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling, my torso gleaming with a slight sheen of sweat, and all of that was clearly visible to the camera while he was kneeling to secure my ankles.

Lifting the leg cuffs I'd worn earlier, he closed one cuff carefully around my neck! I knew that they were large enough to cuff a person in boots, but had no idea that they could be used around a slender neck like mine! He passed their chain behind the bars of the cell and closed the other end also around my neck, effectively immobilizing my head against the bars.

"I'm going to leave you for a while so you can appreciate your current situation," he said, smiling. He was obviously enjoying making me helpless, and was well aware from our previous encounters that I really enjoyed it with someone I trusted. Besides, all four handcuffs use the same key, and one other key works on the leg cuffs. In an emergency, I was aware that Alex could free me in moments, and just let the cuffs dangle on the bars or clatter to the floor as I dressed to deal with the emergency. With his statement about leaving me for a while, Alex closed the cell door, making sure it was secure, and left the room locking the heavy main door behind him.

I was really vulnerable now, pinned against the bars, staring at the camera. My mind wandered as I waited. I couldn't help it - I was so aroused by the thought of being found like this. Being found naked, chained, and recorded. What would the day crew do if they found me? Would they take pity on me and free me? Or would they rape me, one by one, laughing and calling me names? What could I say? How vigorously could I protest if they did? Would I even want to protest, naughty whore that I am? Besides, they could take their own pictures, and use them to blackmail me into doing whatever they wanted. I looked at the camera, my nipples so stiff that they ached, and my juices streaming down my thighs.

I hung there like that, mulling over these thoughts, for the eternity of at least several minutes.

Alex opened the main door then the cell, and I thought, "Oh no!" Smiling he held up the black marker. "Aaaaaaaah!" I screamed, mentally. More weeks of hiding my body. I knew if I told him to stop, he would. But in a perverse fashion, I enjoyed him 'marking his claims' to my body. Many is the evening that I'd look at myself in the mirror, and finger myself to wonderful orgasms, remembering these sessions.

Alex took his time redrawing all the markings on my body, even the dots on the back of my earlobes. I thought he might even have made them bigger and darker. He took extra time around my pussy covering the area over and over. He obviously enjoyed looking at and being near my cunt, especially when he had to insert a finger to stabilize me, and marking the area like this gave him a great excuse. I was so excited that I wanted him to use me right then, but no -- maddeningly, he just kept coloring my body.

Standing up, he stated, "Well, we'll let that dry, and then we'll continue!" We both knew that these markers dry almost instantly, but Alex likes any excuse to make me wait and anticipate.

He kept the keys close to him as he sat on the bunk and made lewd comments about me being his slutty whore. He amused himself reading out loud the words he'd written on me, and how appropriate they were. Hearing him, I moaned with growing need. After he was sure everything was dry, he started to undress. As I saw his chest revealed, I squirmed. When he removed his pants and underwear, his wonderful cock sprang out, pointing at me! Knowing what that cock could do, I pushed my hips forward, and at the same time I pulled at the cuffs even though I knew it was hopeless. I wanted him so badly now!

It's a good thing I was lubricating like mad, because this time he took that rigid cock and pushed it right in, to the hilt! Driving hard and fast, he easily gave me my first orgasm after only a few minutes of intense fucking, since I was so keyed up. I barely felt my body being pressed against the bars behind me, I was so focused on his penetration, and how delightful having my pussy stuffed full with his stiff, warm cock felt.

When I caught a breath, I cried out, "Yes! Fuck! Yes, yes, yesss!"

As he pounded into me, he said, "I'm going to leave you like this, with my cum dripping out of you, a slut for the other officers to find!" Hearing that, I started to climb toward my second orgasm. "I think I'll call the local paper and tell them something newsworthy happened here. They'll send a photographer down and you'll be front page news, chained and fucked in your own cell!" The idea of being exposed like that excited me so much! I couldn't stop myself, and I came again, shrieking. I hung limp, I was in my own world. My body quaked and I was in post orgasmic bliss. He sure knew which buttons to push to make me cum.

Speaking of cumming, Alex wasn't done yet. He pushed deep until the head of his cock bottomed out, and then he exploded deep inside me! I came, this time with a whimper, almost fainting, gasping a loud "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" sound.

I felt his hot, thick sperm in me. His penis filling my whole tunnel, there was no place for his ropes of semen to go but into my unprotected womb. I could tell he was filling me. Hanging there, my body limp and exhausted, my head sank down toward my chest. I was not aware of how much time passed as I hung there.

But finally I came around and the world refocused, as I felt a strange new sensation. A cock was filling my pussy again, which, in and of itself, was not all that unusual. But Alex was not in front of me, in my line of sight. Then realization struck! He'd unlocked cell number two, gone inside and walked up to the bars between the cells. He was fucking me through the bars! Not only that, but something was wetly pressing against my ass hole, and I surmised that it was one of Alex's thumbs, probably wet with saliva. I gasped as that thumb penetrated my anal ring, and rooted around, opening me. "Oh my god," I thought. "He's also going to take me anally!" I gasped and immediately relaxed that naughty opening, now urgently needing to be fucked there as well.

Sure enough, as he removed his thumb he quickly pressed the head of his cock, now slickened with a mixture of both our cums, having coated his cock inside my pussy. I groaned as I felt that rod like a hot poker opening and reaming my butt hole. I'd had anal sex before and liked it. But I'd never had anal sex cuffed naked inside a jail cell, with the person fucking me from a completely different cell, fucking my ass through the bars! My position was so acutely mortifying, I didn't think I could get any more excited than I was. Of course, that's when Alex snaked one hand between the bars and around my hip. His finger found my swollen, throbbing clit and caressed it gently. Like some circuit breaker had tripped deep inside my core, I came with a keening, growling sound from deep in my throat. And as I was cumming, I felt Alex spurting a hot load of his semen into my rectum. I slipped into a brief period of unconsciousness. At least I think it was brief.

My eyes opened and swam into focus. Once again, Alex was dressed and standing close to me. "Officer Lockwood, you're one good fuck! Now thank me for using you!"

I lifted my head slowly, and my hair was wet and hanging in my face. I uttered, "Thank you Sir, for fucking me so thoroughly!"

"Officer Lockwood how many times have I fucked you in the police station here in three points Arizona?"

"This is the third time sir!"

"And all three times you did it of your own free will?" he asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Officer Lockwood, I like you, so I'll give you a chance," he told me, grinning.

With that, he put the key ring in my hand, kissed me and walked out of the cell, closing the cell door with a bang. "Now you better not drop those keys or you'll be fucked!" he cautioned me. He left the room, closing the main door behind him, although he couldn't lock either the cell door or the main door. In minutes. I heard his car start and was pretty certain he was driving away. I was wrong, of course, as I later learned, Alex always gave me a reasonable time to free myself before he planned to return and rescue me.

The heavy key ring was in my right hand, and I could look up and see what I was doing. My left handcuff as alongside my right hand, and I could see its keyhole. Wearily, I struggled to open that handcuff first but it wasn't easy -- the cell keys were big and I had to juggle past them to get to the handcuff key.

After what seemed like a struggling eternity, I got the left cuff open with the key. With my left hand now free, the other hand was much easier. The two cuffs on my neck were more of a challenge because I couldn't see their key holes. I had to work by touch with my fingertip guiding their own key -- but now that I had both hands free they helped me visualize my goal. I only had to open one neck cuff, because I could then unwrap it from the bars and let the rest dangle for the moment. Once my neck was free, I bent over to do my ankles, but my ass against the bars pushed me forward, causing me to land on the floor. I laughed at my clumsiness. Twisting across the floor, I freed my ankles and was now free from all the cuffs.