I collapsed into bed as soon as the two officers dropped me home. I needed a bath and clean clothes but I was too physically exhausted to do more than face plant onto the bed. I was asleep before I knew it.
I don't know how long I was asleep before the pounding on the door woke me up. Certainly not long enough. My brain was in a complete muddle as I reflexively responded to the knock.
It wasn't just a knock, though. It was that authoritarian blam blam blam that only cops know the secret of.
I pulled the door open seconds before he knocked again. The cop on the other side smirked, an impish grin in his eyes, as he looked me up and down. It was then that I remembered that I hadn't had a chance to clean up. I was still in the lace nightie I had been wearing and I hadn't even washed my face, filthy from my escapades with the two patrol officers, Black and White.
"Detective Wilcox, ma'am. I have a few questions about a noise complaint? May I come in?"
Bright red with shame, I stepped back and let him in.
"Now, to be clear, I did review the recordings of your interview with Officers Black and White... I just have a few follow up questions, if that's alright with you?"
At this point, I was completely mortified. I had known that they'd recorded our session, but I didn't know that it would be passed around!
"And if you need your lawyer, that's understandable. But I've been in contact with him and he knows I'm here. Check your phone?"
I saw that I did indeed have several messages from my Master. Essentially, he knew that our long distance relationship was sometimes hard on me. I was a very physical person and needed touch. So it seemed that my Master had made arrangements for my play time.
I nodded at the detective, "Okay, I'm willing to answer a few more questions."
Wilcox (really, that was his name?) smiled at me. "Good. Let's start on the local leash laws." And from his pocket, he withdrew a chain collar and leash. "Hands and knees. Now."
