Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

You live to serve her

Always respect the work behind it

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Retirement ends

I never thought I would see Rachel in my home, certainly not after I'd retired from my 30-year position as a fraud investigator for the large company that employed us both. I had trained her, but now here she was, visiting me in my home, looking very beautiful and confident.

"You know I've always had great respect for you," she told me. "That's why I came here to see you instead of having you come to my office."

I swallowed hard and considered running. Somehow, despite my best efforts, I sensed she'd caught me.

"Your retirement was very well-timed," she said. "But not well enough. You know what I've found, Ryan. I have to take you into custody."

My gut churned and I glanced toward the door. She smiled slightly.

"My friend, Officer Nicole Lockwood, is waiting outside in the parking lot," she said. "You won't get far. Put your hands behind your back and tell me where you put the money you stole."

My head dropped. "You don't understand what that company does to people, Rachel. If I hadn't stolen that money, I never would have been able to retire. They owed me."

Rachel moved behind me and gently, almost reluctantly, pulled my arms behind my back. "I know, Ryan, you worked hard. But you stole, and you deserve to be arrested."

My dreams of retiring comfortably evaporated with the click of Rachel's handcuffs around my wrists, and she didn't spare me - she tightened them all the way.

"Do you have to lock them so tightly?" I asked. "I thought we were friends."

"We were," she said, starting to search me. "But now you're my prisoner, and I have to treat you accordingly. Are you going to tell me how to recover the money, or are you going to make Nicole get it out of you?"

I swallowed and clammed up, defiant despite my wanting to break down and cry over my capture. She smiled and took my arm.

"Happy retirement, Ryan," she said as she began my walk of shame. "Of course, you'll be in cell for the rest of your life, but at least you won't be working."