Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

You're so in-charge while remaining classy and polite. It's hot in the wildest way possible. My instinct is to act bratty so you put me in my place with a gentle admonishment. But I'm not entirely sure I could disobey.

That’s not mutually exclusive, dear. I can easily be in charge and kind. And gentle admonishments are for good boys, who are trying their best, but get carried away or too exited to keep themselves in check sometimes, so I correct them lovingly; they’re not for brats, who try to get me to do what they want by acting a certain way to get a desired reaction from me. So it’s better, when you’re not sure you could disobey, because you are not supposed to; you are not in charge. It’s not up to you what you get. You’re just supposed to take it like a good boy 💋

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.

Shall We Start Again?

“Ha!” laughed David scornfully as gagged Helena the famous cat burglar after first handcuffing her with her own cuffs. “Beats me why you have such a rep, babe! Dames can never pull this sort of shit off! Weak, weak, weak!”

He left the woman bound, gagged and apparently sobbing. “Pathetic!” he grinned at her. “As soon as I’ve grabbed a celebratory beer, I’ll call the cops. I hear there’s reward on your pretty little ass, sweet cheeks!” David swaggered off, but as soon as he was gone, Helena’s tears ceased and she began working at the cuffs.

*

David sauntered back in the room. His mouth gaped when he saw an empty desk chair where, ten minutes before, he had left his apparently beaten captive. “What the f-?” he began, when suddenly strong PVC clad female arms grabbed him and pinioned him. “Hi babe,” came a sultry voice in his ear as he felt his arm yanked up his back painfully.

In no time, the prepared Helena had the man securely handcuffed, behind his back. She pushed him into the chair, where the astounded macho householder bowed his head in shame. “Now, sweetheart,” the female cat burglar told him, “shall we start again, please? Let’s get you gagged, then I can drink your beer and start clearing your house - OK?” Her bound male prisoner, all arrogance gone, made no reply.

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