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Assertive Young Ladies #170

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We're on holiday in Italy and are having the most wonderful early-summer break. We happened to fly about two weeks in to my husband's lockup cycle, and I have decided that we won't be unlocking on this trip, which means that he'll be pushed to around 5 weeks this time around. He's in a good space, and most importantly, it suits me!

Italian beaches are awesome. There are lots of beautiful, topless women, and from what I can see, the only males wearing boardshorts are Brits or Americans. The rest are in speedos or boyshorts - especially the teens and 20-somethings.

Naturally, I'm making sure my husband is also in his speedo while on the beach. When in Rome.

Two days ago, something interesting happened. I was swimming while my husband reading on the beach. A beautiful young couple waded into the water. She was early 20s and he must have been 19/20 max. Lean, tanned and smooth. They were laughing, touching, kissing and splashing each other. She was in a very revealing black bikini and he was in a very brief army green speedo / swimsuit.

They got a little closer to me eventually, and I stole a few more glances. I realized that the boy was undoubtedly locked in a chastity cage. It appeared to be one of the metal designs with the steel bars and an integrated lock. It was short too, keeping everything very neatly contained in the tight, wet swimsuit. Once you know what a caged bulge looks like, you can notice them anywhere.

At one point I caught his eye and smiled, and his hand automatically went down to cover his crotch where he adjusted the fabric to make it less 'clingy' and then he looked back to see if I'd noticed. He flushed with embarrassment for a few seconds, but then turned back to his girlfriend and pretended the interaction never happened.

But I knew. Well done to that beautiful lady for getting him started so early!

Being in the friendzone, I often found myself left behind and ignored at parties by my female best friend. Even if we always arrived together I would soon notice her engrossed in conversations with other people, a drink in her hand. I figured she was having a good time, so I continued mingling alone, trusting that we would reconnect soon. But it almost never happened. By the end of the party I would see her laughing, her arm intertwined with a stranger's. It was clear that she had forgotten about me entirely.

Sometimes she would come and tell me she`s leaving with someone else and that I can go home and not wait for her. But she could also just take off with other people. No messages. No calls.

"Down on the ground" the policewoman calmly ordered to the already kneeling man, knowing perfectly they were next to the dirty puddle

The man desperately tried to negotiate: "ma'am please... is it really necessary? I pulled over, I am cooperating, there is no way I can escape... Do I really have to?"

Her only answer was to press her gun and her knee on his back, with a still calm but much stricter tone: "I said all the way down."

He gasped, as he knew he got no choice: there is no witness to prevent her from shooting miles around this remote gas station. He did not resist to the knee pushing his back, pinning him down on the dirty floor, his face and suit completely soaked in dirt. He remained pinned down for what he felt like hours, as she slowly put back her gun in the holster, took out her handcuffs and pull his hands behind is back. As he thought it couldn't get worse, she tightened the cuffs to the point he screamed in pain! He then started crying, overwhelmed by how he hit the lowest point possible, humiliated even though he did nothing wrong but drive 10kph over the speed limit and cooperated with the officer. She couldn't resist a sadistic smile, and after enjoying this situation for a bit longer she finally forced him up and roughly walked him to her car. She ironically said "I am gonna add damaging a police vehicle to your charges given how you'll ruin my interior being so dirty!" Before throwing him in the backseat.

It was not over yet for him, as it was a very long drive from the remote highway to the station, and he could only think about how people will look at him when he will have to get out of the car.

Not mine! She has, and is!