Under Arrest · Part 3

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Bill stepped forward and took the papers. He put the handgun in his waistband and studied the papers. They were printouts of several emails back and forth from “Mistress Colleen and “Boundslave1213”.

The emails stated that Boundslave wanted the 48-hour kidnapping special. In one of the emails from Colleen, she asked about Boundslave’s hard limits. Boundslave stated he had none. He was open to “anything and everything”.

“Jesus Christ,” Bill muttered.

“The client said he wanted to be bound at all times and broken by me,” Colleen said. “He described himself and the car he would be diving. The description matched you. Your car too.”

Bill read all of the emails. The description Boundslave gave of himself sounded like Bill’s description. He even said he would be driving a red Ford Mustang.

Just my luck! Bill thought. What are the odds!!!

“When he said “no hard limits” that tells me I can do whatever I advertise on my website,” Colleen continued. “And it says on my site that I will perform severe corporal punishment and forced gay encounters.”

When Bill finished reading and then rereading the emails he sighed again. Then he sat down in the chair closest to him – across the table from Colleen.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mumbled.

“This morning, I went and got your car from the rest area,” she said. “I found your wallet, and badge and ID card. I got a little nervous and looked around the car some more and saw your paperwork for the class at the FBI Academy. I was really confused, and when I got home…I had another email from the client.”

She pushed another piece of paper across the table.

Bill picked it up and read.

I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the link up site, Mistress Colleen. I had a family emergency and had to leave town immediately. Please keep the initial down payment for any troubles I have caused you. Hopefully you’ll allow me to reschedule.

Respectfully, Boundslave1213 “That’s when I knew I had made a terrible mistake,” Colleen implored. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do. So I untied your hands and figured I’d wait up here for you.”

Bill looked up from the email. “And what do you expect me to do?”

“You’re well within your rights to call the police and press charges,” Colleen said. “I wouldn’t blame you. I’m a professional and I screwed up. I’m willing to face the consequences of my actions – but I was hoping you’d find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Bill said. “And let bygones be bygones?”

Colleen nodded. “If you would, I’d be in your debt.”

“What about that freak, Caesar?” Bill snapped. “What about him?”

“He’s just another client,” Colleen explained. “He wanted to be part of a forced sexual experience on a straight guy. Listen, Mr. Cavanaugh, I can’t fix what I’ve done but please understand I thought you were a client and you wanted me to do these things to you.”

The anger began to ebb from Bill. He sighed again and leaned back in the chair. “This is your job?’

Colleen nodded. “Yes. I’ve made quite a good living doing what I’m doing, but this incident has made me consider quitting. I can’t tell you how terrible I feel.”

Bill shut his eyes and rubbed his face. He opened his eyes and looked at Colleen. She was definitely a looker. She was wearing a pink t-shirt – not too tight but tight enough – a denim mini-skirt and white sneakers.

“Don’t quit,” he said. “You’re obviously good at what you do.”

Colleen perked up. “So, are you going to call the police?”

Bill sighed again and shook his head. “No…”

Colleen smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Cavanaugh. There’s no way I can repay your kindness and understanding.”

Bill shook his head and smirked. He motioned to the handcuffs on the table next to his wallet and cell phone. “What are those for?”

Colleen smiled and shrugged. “I figured you could cuff me if you were going to call the police.”

“I bet you’d like that,” said Bill.

She smiled again and shook her head. “No, not at all. I’m a dom. I don’t like to be on the bottom.”

Bill was not sure what she meant but he got the drift. “So, this job of yours. It’s not just a job?”

“No,” she answered. “I’m an honest to God dominatrix. I love the life style. I’m also a sadist. Not a bit of masochist in my body.”

Bill smiled. “Well, I’m not a masochist either, and your beatings sucked!”

Colleen laughed. “Again, I’m sorry… but you did enjoy some of it.”

“Very little,” Bill said.

“You’re not little at all, Mr. Cavanaugh,” Colleen said teasingly.

Bill shook his head and chuckled. He was well aware that they were now flirting and figured he should stop while he was ahead. “Where are we?”

“This is my house,” Colleen said. “It’s in a suburb of DC in Virginia. I can give you directions to the FBI Academy. It’s only an hour or so away from here.”

Bill shook his head. “No need. I’m already late. I don’t think they’ll allow me to jump in the course now that they started. The feds are sticklers for that sort of thing.”

“Again, I’m sorry.”

Bill shrugged. “Oh well. What are you going to do? Not like I can tell them I was late because of what really happened! They’d laugh me out of town!”

Colleen laughed again. Bill really liked her laugh.

“I’m glad I figured out my screw up,” she said. “If I didn’t, I bet the SWAT team would’ve been breaking down my door by tonight.”

“Not likely,” Bill said. “I was scared to death because I knew that no one would probably have known I was missing for at least two weeks.”

“Huh?”

Bill explained that his agency was not expecting him back for two weeks, and the FBI probably would not be contacting the Savannah PD to check on his whereabouts.

Colleen actually blushed a little. “I bet you were worried.”

“Worried, hell! I was scared to death!” Bill said. “Like I said, you’re good at what you do. You had me convinced.”

Colleen stood up. “Thank you, Mr. Cavanaugh. For the compliment and for being so understanding.”

Bill smiled and nodded his head.

“What are you going to do now?” Colleen asked.

“I guess I’ll go home,” he answered. “I’ll try and catch a flight sometime today or tomorrow, I guess. And you can stop calling me Mr. Cavanaugh. I think we’re close enough now that you can call me Bill.”

Colleen smiled. “Okay, Bill. I’m an eternal optimist and hoped that you’d not press charges. So I took the liberty of checking out the flights from DC to Savannah. The earliest you can leave is tomorrow morning.”

Bill stood up. He pulled the handgun out of his waistband and placed it on the table. “I guess this is yours. Can I use your computer to book the flight?”

“Of course,” Colleen said. “And I’ll pay for the flight. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you,” Bill said.

“Would you like a cup of coffee or something else to drink?” Colleen asked.

He wanted a stiff drink but said yes to the coffee.

Colleen started preparing the coffee at the Keurig machine. “The computer is in the den. If you want, you can book your flight. You can stay here tonight if you want. Again, it’s the least I can do.”

Bill seriously considered the offer, but he was not sure where that would lead. So he thanked her but declined her hospitality and said he would go stay at a hotel near the airport. He walked out of the kitchen and found the den. He turned on the desktop computer and started to sit down at the desk when he heard Colleen say, “It’s an older computer. It takes a while for it to boot up.”

Bill walked back into the kitchen and saw that his coffee was waiting at the table. There was sugar and cream already on the table too. Colleen was waiting on her cup to pour out of the machine.

“How long does it take to boot up?” he asked.

Colleen looked at him and said, “Long enough to finish your cup of coffee. I should get a new computer but I’m familiar with it. It’s like an old friend.”

Bill sat down, added the cream and sugar and stirred with a spoon. Colleen sat down at the chair next to him.

“Can I ask you a question, Bill?”

He sipped his coffee. “Shoot.”

“Was there anything with the experience that you enjoyed?” she asked. “I just wanted to know for myself. I want my clients to enjoy the experience.”

Bill shrugged. “I’m not into pain. Definitely not into the gay thing… but I was turned on just a little bit.”

“Do you like being tied up?” she asked.

He shrugged again. “Never had it done before. Never even considered it, but I guess it was pretty… cool.”

Colleen smiled. “So you enjoyed being tied up by me?”

Bill put the coffee mug down. “There was a quality of excitement to the whole thing. I guess I was somewhat aroused… at times… but not with your buddy Caesar. That’s not my thing.”

“Homophobic?”

He shook his head. “No. Not at all. I’m just not into it… but you had me turned on… a little.”

Colleen’s eyes sparkled. She took a sip of her coffee and said, “Spend the night, Bill. Let me make it up to you. Let me tie you up and make you feel good. Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”

Bill almost spilled his coffee. “No, thank you… I think I’ve been tied up enough for one day.”

“Two days,” Colleen corrected. “I’ve had you for two days. You slept a lot. Apparently you were worn out from the… sessions I was putting you through.”

Bill was shocked about how long he had been with Colleen, but that was quickly pushed to the back of his mind and all he could focus in on was is growing erection.

Colleen put her mug down. “I know what you like and don’t like now. Let me make it up to you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

Bill knew that was the craziest idea he had ever heard. He knew that he should finish his coffee and leave before things got even crazier. Then he heard himself say, “You’ll untie me if I ask you to?”

“Absolutely!” Colleen said. “I’ll give you a safe word. If you say the word, I’ll stop immediately and untie you. I promise.”

“A safe word?” he asked. “If I say the word you’ll stop and untied me?”

She nodded. “Yes! We can use Savannah. You say Savannah, and I’ll stop everything I’m doing. The scene ends, you get untied and you can leave or stay. And I’ll still pay for your flight home.”

Bill knew this was the dumbest thing he was ever going to do, but he was seriously turned on by this woman.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s go for it.”

Colleen leaned over and kissed him passionately. She pulled back and said, “Get undressed and I’ll be right back.”

She left in a hurry, obviously excited, as he undressed. He placed his clothes on the table. He was wearing only his underwear when Colleen came back into the kitchen carrying a large black duffle bag.

“Take those drawers off,” Colleen ordered. “How am I supposed to go down on you if you’re wearing those?”

Bill yanked of his underwear and tossed them on the table.

Colleen unzipped the bag and pulled out a coil of soft white rope. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“And if I say Savannah…”

“I stop,” she said. “Hand to God.”

Bill turned his back to Colleen and placed his hands behind his back. She put his hands palm to palm and began wrapping the rope around his wrists. Then she cinched it tight and Bill was once again tied – but this time of his own free will. Colleen began to rub his shoulders and moved her hands down his back. Her touch felt electric and she continued down to his rear where she gave it a playful squeeze.

She knelt down and pulled out a leather blindfold and placed it over Bill’s eyes. She whispered, “Trust me, dear. It’s always better blindfolded.”

“I trust you,” Bill breathed.

After he was effectively blinded, he could hear her grabbing something else from her bag of goodies.

“Put your legs together,” she said.

Bill did as instructed and she quickly and expertly bound his ankles together. He tested the bounds and knew he was once again helpless and at her mercy.

“You look so hot, Officer Cavanaugh,” Colleen said in a sultry voice as she knelt in front of Bill.

“I have to admit,” Bill said. “I’m seriously turned on right now.”

“I can tell…” Colleen said just as she took his engorged penis in her mouth.

Bill actually yelped in surprise and excitement. She reached around and gripped his rear and slowly made love to him with her mouth. It felt wonderful and Bill started thrusting along with her strokes. As he got closer to climaxing, he began to grunt in anticipation.

“You’re so damn hot!” Bill muttered.

Colleen withdrew from him and stood up. Before Bill could complain, she was kissing him hard and passionately. Her tongue hungrily invaded his mouth. He kissed her back with the same ferocity.

She pulled back and said, “You’re so damn hot too, Officer Cavanaugh.”

“Call me Bill,” he stammered.

“I’ve always wanted to tie up a cop,” Colleen said.

“It’s amazing…”

“Kiss me again,” Colleen said.

Bill leaned in and opened his mouth. That’s when she shoved in a sponge and the ball gag right after it. As she was buckling it tightly behind his head, she said, “The gag makes it better. Just like the blindfold. Trust me, Officer Cavanaugh.”

Bill tried to say that he did trust her, but all that was heard was muffled gibberish. Bill tried to adjust the sponge in his mouth. It was far less uncomfortable that the rag had been, but the ball gag was already starting to cause some discomfort in his jaw. That discomfort was quickly forgotten when Colleen took him once again in her mouth.

She stroked him several time in that same slow rhythmic motion she had just before, but then withdrew again.

Bill tried to beg her to let him cum, but anything he said was lost to the very effective gag. He heard her digging around in the duffle bag. Then she began to wrap more rope around him. She bound his legs above and below the knees. Then she bound his elbows as close together as she could get them.

Immediately, the soreness returned and Bill tried to voice his ache, but the gag was overly efficient. Colleen navigated him to the chair and helped him sit down. Then she began to make love to him orally again – but this time she was voracious. She attacked his manhood and Bill came in seconds. The release was beyond gratifying. Colleen continued until Bill was slumped in the chair out of exhaustion.

Colleen stood up, moved around behind the chair, began removing the blindfold and whispered, “I have a wonderful surprise for you, Officer Cavanaugh.”

When the blindfold was removed, Caesar was standing in front of Bill. He was naked and was sporting a huge erection. Bill’s eyes flew open wide just before the leather bondage hood was pulled over his head and tightened severely around his face.

He pulled at his restraints but there was no escape. He was yelling into the gag but it was all a muffled garble.

“Savannah?” Colleen said teasingly into his right ear. “Is that what you’re saying, Officer Cavanaugh? Well, you should have read my emails to Boundslave more closely – where I mentioned I refuse to use a safe word. I abhor safety, Officer Cavanaugh.”

Bill tried to get control of himself. This must be all part of the game. Part of the rush. Colleen had been sincerely apologetic about the mishap, and she was willing to face the music if he had decided to call the police and press charges.

Colleen straddled Bill’s lap, leaned in close to his leather encased head and said, “I’m so fucking hot right now, Officer Cavanaugh. The thrill of not knowing if you were going to call the police and turn me in… so exhilarating!”

Bill was unable to loosen the ropes encircling his wrists or elbows, and considering his attempts for the past two days had been fruitless, he assumed he was stuck until she decided to untie him again. He tried to convince himself that Caesar appearing out of the blue was just Colleen’s way to get him wound up and nervous.

“Of course, if you had called 911, I really wouldn’t have gotten into too much trouble,” Colleen said. “The local DA and chief of police are both frequent clients of mine. As soon as you left town, I’m sure the charges would have been – shall we say – dropped?”

Bill focused on what she was telling him. If she was lying or acting a part, she was very convincing.

Colleen began to rub herself slowly on Bill’s softening penis. “When I found out I had screwed up and abducted the wrong guy – and that guy was a cop who was supposed to be at the FBI Academy – I went into serious damage control. I honestly thought they would be looking for you, and it was only a matter of time before they kicked in my door with a search warrant. So I might as well let you go, explain what had happened and hoped you didn’t cause a stink.”

Despite his apprehension, Bill was starting to harden again as Colleen slowly rubbed herself on his sex. He stopped fighting the bonds and hoped that this was all part of the game.

She kissed him lightly on the nose and said, “And you, Officer Cavanaugh, were nice enough not to call the police – even if I figured I could quietly get out of any serious trouble. Then, you told me about how you were not going to be missed for at least two weeks, and I knew that I had to seize the opportunity.”

Bill tried to say something about her letting him go, but the sponge, ball gag and bondage hood prevented anything resembling understandable speech to be heard.

“You’re a man,” she continued, “and you’re weak. All I had to do was get you to admit you enjoyed the situation I put you through in the least. Once you did, all you wanted to do was get laid. You voluntarily let me bind you again – after what I had put you through! You let me tie you up, and now you are truly my property. To do with what I wish. For as long as I want.”

Bill was now hard again and it was an effort to keep listening intently to Colleen.

“Your cell phone,” she said. “It’s dead, but I’m going to ensure it finds its way into a body of water at the earliest possible convenience. I’m going to drop your car off at a shopping mall. When it’s located, no one will know how it got there or where you are.”

Bill was close to shooting his load again, but Colleen suddenly stood up. She moved behind the chair and he felt another collar being tightly secured around his neck.

“Every pet needs a collar,” she said. “No, my pet, here is what is going to happen to you. You are now my property. I will do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to. You are my slave, and I will train you. You will be obedient and loyal, or you will be severely punished. You will be bound – at all times – and only allowed brief periods to eat and relieve yourself.”

Bill started to try and tell her that he was going to see that she went to prison, but stopped when he realized nothing he said sounded like human speech.

“I hope you’re comfortable, my pet,” she said. “You will be in that bondage for the next 48 hours. I will not untie you for anything. If you have to relieve yourself, just go on the floor where you are. If you’re a good pet, I may pop an IV in you to give you some fluids, but if your bad…”

She let her words hang for a few moments before continuing. “Over the next 48 hours, I am going to auction you to some of my clients and other people I know through my profession. For a substantial fee, I will allow them one hour of uninterrupted fun with you. The only stipulation is that you are not killed and never untied.”

Bill shook his head from side to side and cussed Colleen.

“I know you’re excited! This is going to be so much fun!” she said. “After the 48 hours are up, I may rearrange your bondage – if you have been a good pet. Caesar was the first person I texted when I figured out what I was going to do. I told you the truth when I said he was a client with an affinity for forcing rape on straight guys. He’s paid me a handsome rate for the first hour with you, Officer Cavanaugh.”

Bill felt hands roughly grab him and hoist him out of the chair and into the air. He heard a man grunt as he was placed over Caesar’s shoulder. Caesar started to walk down the stairs into the dungeon with his new toy.

Before Colleen shut the door, she said, “And Officer Cavanaugh, Caesar paid twice my asking price for you. You see, he’s spent some time in prison over the years… and when I mentioned that you were a cop… well, he couldn’t resist the opportunity for a little – shall we say – payback.”

Bill tried to struggle but Caesar had a firm hold on him as they descended into the dungeon.

“Enjoy yourself, Caesar,” Colleen said. “Just leave some for my next client. He’ll be here in an hour.”

“Yes, Mistress Colleen,” Caesar replied in a gravelly voice.

The door slammed shut.

When they reached the dungeon, Caesar placed Bill on the floor face first. Bill felt Caesar begin to apply lubricant to his rosebud.

Caesar’s raspy voice uttered, “You and I are going to have so much fun, Officer Cavanaugh. I’ve had wet dreams hoping for a situation just like this. You are now my bitch!”

Bill could not believe that he had allowed himself to be in this predicament, and he knew he had to get loose – as fast as possible – or he would quite possibly never be heard from or seen again…..

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