Cara · Part 1

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Part 1

It has been a troubling year to say the least. My name is Cara, and I am writing this after a string of unfortunate events which I thought I would share with you. So lets start this in the usual way. I am 32, I am athletic, small chested, 5’ 7” tall with longish legs. I tend to dress on the edgy side of acceptable but am basically a weak fumbling woman just trying to make it through life with enough to enjoy it just a little bit. I am single and not really looking for anything serious now as I have just changed my job, I will start the story from just before something happened that changed me for good.

It is the best day of the week, Friday, I get out of bed with that positive Friday feeling. I love Fridays because in our office they do dress-down Friday or as I like to call it “Push Your Luck Friday”. The office was a bit stuffy the rest of the week, very old fashioned, skirts below the knee, low heels only, no low cut tops, shoulders had to be covered, no denim, no leather, no suede, and sensible shoes only. Up until I started there were three other women in my office, Tara, the horsey one, mad about horses and ponies. Clare the bitchy one, sexually frustrated, 2.4 children, soccer mom who was well known to talk bad about anyone, finally there was Kelly, she had some drink and anger issues. They are not important to the story, except for that bitch Clare.

I had worked there for about three years and was playing my own private Friday game seeing how far I could push my wardrobe on a Friday. I had been slow and subtle, and so far, nothing had happened, I am sure Clare had noticed and would bitch to the others by now. It started out simply enough, the first Friday I wore a simple pair of, what I would consider, mid heel ankle boots, 3”, black, thickset heel, bootcut jeans, and a simple t-shirt top that covered everything.

We are now three years on so today I pulled out my simple, yet stunning, leather mini dress, this is a simple zip up dress that finishes just low enough to be decent, by that I mean I can almost bend over at 90 degrees without showing everyone my underwear (which today was French and lacey (the bottoms anyway, as for the top, I decided to go for my enhancer bra, it basically gives me the appearance of some boobs! The dress has quite wide shoulder straps and zips up the back. I pulled out my thigh high 8” platform leather boots but thought that would be a step too far and given the age of some of the men in the office a number of coronaries may happen, I did not want that on my hands. So, I pulled out my suede 4” stiletto knee boots. These are leather lined, and so I decided to go sockless, don’t judge me I obviously have a bit of a leather fetish!

I am just about to go out the door when I see hanging up next to my jacket a bag from a little accessory store I go to, I knew it contained my latest purchases. On a whim I pluck it off the hanger and tip out the contents onto the dining room table. This place does such cheap jewellery and had a three for two offers on so there was quite a bit in there. There is a card which has five sets of gold hoop earrings in different sizes, so naturally I take the largest ones. Then I pick out six gold rings, three on each hand, a bunch of thin gold bracelets, I don’t know their proper name, but I call them jingle bangles as no matter how you move they jingle all the time.

Lastly to really push it, I had bought a leather choker, this was black leather, with gold studs, it fastened with a gold buckle. I set off for the office locking the door on my way out. On my way I stop in at Starbucks, I normally just go through the drive-thru, but today I was a little early and hell, I look good, so I decide to go in. I get served by a young boy who could not be far out of school. I gave him my order, a Venti, Skinny, Low Fat Caramel Latte. I handed over my card, he took it, made a beep sound with his voice and handed it back, “No charge for you” he says with a wink. Hey, I am not proud, but I’ll take it!

I arrive at work and head into the main office where Clare is in full melt down, it would appear the boss had asked her to pick up a gift for his wife for their anniversary which she has completely forgotten to do. She has been pulled up by him already a few times this year, mostly for her bitchy attitude towards the other girls, but the last time because she had forgotten to buy the lottery tickets that we all pay into, there had been a small win of a couple thousand dollars which was about 100 bucks each, but the ticket money was still in her drawer. To their credit the company gave her a warning, but still paid us all out our winnings from company money. Clare knew this would be the end of her at this place.

Our boss comes in and asks for her to join him in his office with his wife’s gift, so she pulls herself together and heads in. A few minutes later there is some shouting, then it goes very quiet. Ten minutes later Clare comes out much calmer and takes a seat at her desk and starts going about her day to day business. I settle in and the morning progresses normally, nothing else is said about the lack of a gift. I presume she will go out at lunch and select something suitable.

Shortly before lunch a guy comes into the office and I am sure I know him from somewhere, he checks a note in his pocket, and then walks over to Clare’s desk, they talk for a few minutes then she makes a very quick phone call. She then looks over and points this guy in my direction. At this point the boss also comes out of his office. The guy I half recognise walks over and casually says, “Hi Cara, we meet again.” Then it dawns on me, I do know him, he is the officer that arrested me a few years ago when a bar I was in was raided. I had done nothing wrong, but he arrested me anyway, and when the case looked like it would collapse on them they did me for public intoxication. I had not mentioned that to my work, as it was over and done by Monday morning.

What the hell is he doing here now? I quickly found out, “stand up,” he orders. I do as I am told. Everyone is now looking out from their desks. “Place your hands on your head,” I am told. I protest and ask him what the fuck this all is about. He grabs my arm, and rams me down on the desk pulling my arm up my back. He slaps a handcuff on me, and then quickly pulls my other arm behind and cuffs that, tightly. “Sit,” he commands. I sit in my office chair.

I am upset but mostly angry. He goes on to say that someone in the office has witnessed me stealing, the object in question was a diamond ring, he goes on to say that it was an anniversary pres… He gets no further, I know exactly what has happened, that bitch Clare has made up some bullshit to cover her own arse. I am up and get about halfway to her desk before I am tackled and thrown to the floor. Two burly female officers enter the office, one of them is carrying a bundle of chains and shackles. She sits on me and puts shackles over my boots. Then she slips a waist chain around my waist locking it with a big padlock. The other female grabs my wrist and undoes one handcuff which is then pushed through a loop on the belt and my hands are then re-cuffed behind my back now through the chain belt locked around my waist.

I realise there is nothing I can do, so I stop fighting and let my body relax. I am picked up forcefully and put back on my feet. Clare comes over, she thinks she is safe. I will show her, so – and I am not proud of this – I spit in her face. Instantly one of the female officers produces a ball gag which is forced into my mouth and then buckled up tightly. I am then paraded out the office, down the corridor. As we are walking, I can feel all the eyes on me, looking at me as I am walking past, chained and jingling all the way. I am so embarrassed, the bright reg ball gag for everyone to see, I am so… I am so turned on right now? WTF?

At the station I am shoved into a holding cell, still gagged, cuffed, belted and shackled. I am left there for just over an hour before a gentle female officer comes in, and removes the gag, and the chains and replaces them with a chain belt with a handcuff either side. This affords me much more freedom as the cuffs have about six inches of chain attached to the belt. She takes me into the interview room, and I tell her all I know and about how Clare was that morning. I am put back in the cell and left.

A further two hours go past, when the officer who came to the office comes back in. Tells me they have searched my apartment and found nothing to link me with the crime. They had confronted Clare about what I said about her meltdown that morning and her not buying the gift in the first place. She had buckled and admitted it. So, I was free to go. But I had to go through a procedure. Given my last arrest and the spitting incident, I was re-cuffed exactly as I was when I had come in, and then he holds up the bright red ball gag.

“I don’t think we really need this do we?” he says.

For some strange reason, at that moment, I really wanted it, so I looked at him and said, “well procedure is procedure, I understand.” He shrugged his shoulders and I opened my mouth ready for the gag, he buckled it up loosely. I pushed the ball out my mouth as there was so much slack, I looked at him and said, “is that the best you’ve got?”

He laughed, put the ball back and then yanked it much tighter than before. He then grabbed a padlock and locked it in place. “Since you want the full experience…”

I am marched out the cell and then through a 45-minute procedure, as I am being walked out I pass Clare, who is now cuffed to a bench in the waiting area, sobbing her heart out.

We are now outside and stood by the officer’s car. I am aware of all the passing people looking at me chained up, I am so horny right now. “Would you like me to take you home?” he asks. I nod yes, as I don’t have my car here and my apartment is a long walk away. “Okay, turn around and I will undo you.” I look at him and playfully turn the wrong way, so he can’t get to the locks. He moves again and again I move out the way.

“Fine,” he says, and opens the backdoor, and I step in, I am sat on a plastic seat with a cut out to place my cuffed hands in, he puts my belt on and then closes the door. The back is like a cage there are bars at the windows and in between the front and back. We get to my apartment. He opens the car door and then follows me as I shuffle my way up to my apartment. He turns me around and starts unlocking all the chains and cuffs. Once he is done, he is stood there holding all the chains with the keys in his hands, along with a drool soaked gag.

“Cara, I feel so bad for this, you would have the right to sue the company and the police department over this. Is there anything we can do for you?” I am not vindictive, but he is right, although wrongful arrest would only be worth a few hundred dollars. So I take a chance and reach out and grab the chains. I want a souvenir, and these will be considered full payment. He lets go of them, and hands me a small set of keys. “You might need these too!”

“Thank you Cara,” is the last thing he says before he heads off to his car. I try and look cool and head inside, closing the door, and then before anything else I am closing the cuffs around my feet, locking on the waist chain with the cuffs in front. I buckle the gag and snap the padlock through, lastly I cuff my hands in front, fiddle to get my knickers down to my ankles and throw the keys into the apartment, launch at the floor and rub myself to a shuddering climax right then and there. Thank god I did the gag up tightly.

I lay there panting, hot sweaty and cuffed for nearly an hour before I had calmed down enough to go find the keys and release myself. My wrists were bruised and badly marked from the cuffs but OMG was it worth it!

Part 2

Obviously after that I needed to take a few days off work, I wrote an email to the boss, stating that I would be back but that I needed a few days off to recover. In fact, the arrest had unlocked something inside of me. The next few days I had spent in my apartment, I did everything in my new cuffs, even showered in them. But there was something missing, I knew I could always just reach out and grab the keys. I wanted to be cuffed with no way out.

I figured I could stretch the time off out for another few days, and go back on Friday, which was my favourite day to go to the office. I emailed and let them know. My boss mailed me back immediately and told me to take all the time I needed. On a whim, I grabbed a padded envelope, threw in the keys to all the cuffs and locks sealed it up and wrote my own address on it. I then threw on my skinny jeans, top, boots and biker jacket and headed out to the car. I drove for about three hours to take me into the next state. Where I found a small post office. I took the envelope into the post office and mailed it, tracked, on an overnight delivery.

I raced back to my apartment. As soon as I got in the door, I ripped my clothes off and put on just my long leather boots and some leather gloves, which would protect my skin from the chafing of the cuffs. I was going to cuff myself in front and wank myself silly but at the last minute I changed my mind and went the whole nine yards and put the chain belt on with the loop at the back, I threaded the cuffs through, did up the gag and locked everything before taking one last deep breath and locking the cuffs around my wrists. That was it, it was not 3pm yet and I was cuffed and gagged until at least 8am the next morning, what’s more I could not even reach myself to get myself off. I was horny as hell and not a thing I could do about it.

I spent an awkward night not being able to sleep, and not being able to do anything. Eventually I heard the mail land and raced to the door. As I approached, I could see three was just one white envelope. One, non-padded white envelope. WTF, it was supposed to be a 24 hour service. With some effort I managed to get the laptop on the floor in front of the sofa, it took me over an hour to get to the website of the post office and type in the tracking number with my stiletto heel. The keys were still in the post. I checked the website and realised that 1pm was the cut-off time, so the keys would not be delivered until the following morning. Then I read something that made my blood run cold.

The service I had used was not only tracked, but also signed for. This meant without a signature I was not getting the keys. I nearly came on the spot, then I wondered, I could type with the heel of my boots…

I managed to get myself crouched with my feet under me, and then wiggled until I got the heel in the right place, with some considerable effort I managed to get the heel into just the right spot and started rubbing myself. I found there was not quite enough stimulation so a bit of wiggling later, I managed to get the heel tip by the opening after while it slipped in easily and then I managed to fuck the long heel of my boot all the way. After this my situation began to play on my mind.

I could answer the door, or I could phone someone for help but who? Or I could just stay like this and use my boot heels to literally wank myself to death. I decided I would make a spur of the moment decision when the time came. Another night goes past, and by now I want nothing more than a shower. 8am sharp the doorbell sounds. I jump out of bed and shuffle to the door, I struggle but eventually manage to unlock the door. I try and stand behind the door and just peak around the edge.

The mailman is there and he says, “Hi ma'am, I got a package for you, but I need a signature.”

“Okay,” I said, and he hands me the slip to sign. It’s then I realise I can’t reach it without letting go of the door and turning round. I open the door and turn around. He looks at me, and says, “heck, well this is a new one.”

I invite him in, mostly because I don’t want the neighbours seeing me, he steps in and puts a pen in my hand, I sign on the paperwork as best I can with my hands cuffed behind me. He puts the package on the side and then takes one final look at this naked, cuffed chick and heads out the door. I kick the door closed and the latch locks with a pleasing thunk.

I then realise that he could have done anything to me, and I would have been totally helpless. He is not my type, but I would be lying if I said I was not a little turned on by that thought. I grab the envelope and open it as quickly as I can. It takes me a good fifteen minutes to undo one of the handcuffs. No sooner than I have I am on the floor ramming fingers in with the dangling handcuff banging against my clit. I come hard in seconds.

Part 3

Today is Friday, which is the day I decided I would return to work after my arrest and ordeal after Clare the bitch of a colleague lied to save her own arse, even though it had backfired on her. Friday is dress down day, and after what happened I thought WTF, today I am being me, lovely, slutty me.

I pulled out my short leather micro skirt, my leather thigh boots, a bright red leather crop top, studded collar, hoopy earrings, and bangles to cover all the marks left by all my handcuffed adventures over the last few days! I trotted off to work stopping at Starbucks on the way. I got quite the reaction there, the kid was on the counter again, he looked at me, he remembered my name, my order and then said, “today I am charging you one kiss, what do you say then Cara?” Snotty little brat, okay two can play at that game. I grabbed his apron in a fist and yanked him onto the counter and Frenched him for all I am worth.

After a minute I pushed him back over the counter where he landed in a heap on the floor, covered with the cakes and pastry that were on the counter, now stuck to his apron. All the other staff had been staring at the whole display, so I looked over the counter, smiled and said, “that was French roast. Next time call me mistress, now get my coffee.” I paused and then added, “bitch.”

There was giggling and stunned silence at the same time. He staggered to his feet and made my coffee. I walked out of there with as much wiggle as I could muster feeling every bit the empowered woman I had become. I literally owned it as I strutted into the office, to stunned silence. I slammed my coffee down on the desk, good everyone was staring. I am back, as you may know that bitch Clare set me up. I raised my arms up, “look no handcuffs now, so nothing to stop me. Anyone wants to say something smart, bring it.” There is a moment of quiet then feverish activity. After a minute, things are “normal” everyone is going about their business. I pick up my coffee and go and bang on the manager’s door. There is no answer so I open the door and walk in.

The big boss is there, he looks me up and down. “Is this her?” he says to my boss.

“Yes,” he replies.

“Cara, nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand. I look at him, and make no move to shake his hand.

“We need to talk,” I said, very abruptly.

“Yes, we most certainly do,” he states. “Come with me.” He opens the door and we walk to the elevator. He presses the button and the doors open, he motions for me to go first. I step in and the door closes behind him. He presses the stop button, and then looks at me.

“What does this company do Cara?”

I look at him a little blankly. “We make metal engineering parts for export across the globe,” I said, somewhat off guard.

He went on, “what if I told you, that you were half right, what if there was a little more to it than that?”

I looked at him, “okay, I like my job here, I like the people, the money, not so much the products they are the least interesting to me.”

“Tell you what, come with me, give me one hour, and hear me out, if you're still not interested, given what happened… how much do you make a month, Cara?”

“Okay, so that’s about $30k a year. So I will give you a $60,000 cheque and you can be on your way.” I nearly hit the floor.

Trying to sound cool calm and collected I said, “Okay, show me, for the next hour I am yours.”

He pulled out a small key, which he put into a hole just above the keypad of the elevator, this opened a small flap under which there were five small unlabelled buttons, the first of which he pressed. It lit up in blue. He looked at me. “Most people think this building has 55 floors, it has 60. The top five are where the real R&D and money are made. Oh Cara, I forgot to mention, this is all highly secret and you are not to utter a word to anyone about this place n

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