I Wanna Be Sitting At A Glory Hole, Tools At My Side, Waiting For Someone To Put Their Cock Through The

I wanna be sitting at a glory hole, tools at my side, waiting for someone to put their cock through the hole. I’ll coax them to pull their balls through, then after getting them nice and hard with my mouth, lock something around them so they can’t pull out, tight enough to keep them hard. Then I begin.

I’d tease his cock with a feather, til it was drooling, telling him he has to be quiet, he doesn’t want to attract attention does he? How humiliating would that be? And maybe the wrong person would come in, would want to make his torment worse, better not risk it~

I think I’d really wanna push him, maybe have a violet wand with me, to trace along his cock, use a vibrator to tease and overstimulate him. God, I could do this for hours.

But I mean, I’d let him come eventually. If he was a good boy I’d even let him enjoy the orgasm, instead of ruining it. But then, I’d continue. Tickling and stroking his balls, maybe tape a bullet vibe to the head of his cock, and run the violet wand over his shaft. The binding around his cock and balls would keep him nice and hard, so I could tease and torture him, make him come over and over, as much as I want.

Ssshhh don’t scream, someone might hear you. You’re so vulnerable, I’ll let you go when I’m good and ready. Good boy <3

Duty over friendship

I had miscalculated. Badly, and I was going to lose my freedom for having done so.

I had known Hannah since we were very young, and when she went into the police academy, I had actually found the situation somewhat interesting - a pretty girl I knew would be carrying handcuffs for a living - kind of hot!

But one day I was in a rush at the grocery store and went through the self-checkout without paying for a few items. Not on purpose, mind you, but when I got home and realized it, I was somewhat scared the police might come knocking on my door. The amount of the items I’d taken was around $50.

So I called Hannah and she came over. I sat her down and explained to her what had happened. At first, she was very pleasantly smiling.

When I was finished, she looked at me again for a moment, then smiled again.

“You know I love you, right?” She told me. “You are one of my closest friends. You’ve always been awesome.”

I felt this might not be going well. “Yes, I understand.”

“That being said, you really shouldn’t have told me this story. As a police cadet, I now have to place you under arrest and take you to jail. Stand up and put your hands behind your back. I have my handcuffs in my purse.”

My jaw dropped, but I numbly obeyed her. The beautiful girl moved behind me and I heard the disheartening click of the handcuffs as they closed tightly around my wrists. I was Hannah’s prisoner!

“Spread your feet for me,” she directed gently. “I have to search you before I call my friend Emily to bring her police car.”

My heart sank as my closest female friend ran her hands all over my body. I was helpless, captured, arrested, and it was entirely my own fault. Soon, I knew, I would be in the back of a police car, heading to jail, and regretting this conversation forever.

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