Duty Over Friendship

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.

My night with a DOMINATRIX

Arrival

I sat down with this absolute indomitable woman, She had an open warm smile and stunning demeanour, manging to make me feel calm and comfortable while also making me feel exactly how I wanted to feel. Like something less.

We discussed the session a 4 hour session, what how when and what to say if I was having too much.

I had been caged at her request 2 days before. At the end of the discussion I handed Mistress G 2 envelopes one contained the cash the other a sealed envelope containing the keys to my cage (yes all 3 keys). She left the key envelope on the table saying “won’t be needing these”. I was sent off to have a shower with a 5 min time limit and was told to be kneeling and naked after the shower.

Session start

Apparently I took 5 min and 26 seconds to get in position. This gained me a punishment I would receive at the end of the session.

When I was allowed to raise my head to see Mistress G she wasn’t in the dress that she was in before, red calf high leather boots, black leather pants, a black leather corset with red trimming and red laces.

Looking down at me I could see the power in her eyes boring into me. To say I was scared is an understatement.

A simple movement of her foot between my legs got me to flinch, while laughing at my flinch and patting my head “is the poor boy scared of my foot did you think I was going to hurt you already” I meekly nodded and dropped my head her finger lifting my head to look into her eyes she handed me a collar plain purple collar with 4 D rings I put it on and she finished me off with a click of a lock, “don’t worry they will be plenty of locks clicking on you today” leash attached and led to the first scenario.

Spanking bench

A simple padded bench with more straps than I could count, wrists, elbows, waist, thighs, ankles and a latch for the leash to clip too, “are you noisy boy?” “no Mistress G” “let’s see, one peep and you’re gaged” with a nod hearing her walk around me to my very exposed ass and balls, the way I was strapped spread my ass open and my balls and caged cock hanging down, a slap on my ass a breath in no noise though I was proud until she started really warming me up, by the time she walked around to my face again, a bright red face, “almost as red as your ass, now that you are warmed up we can start, from now no noise” she must have seen the surprise in my eyes as she walked away laughing.

An explosion of pain spread through me starting at my ass running up my back into my shoulders into my face and out of my mouth “ahhhhh” she immediately stopped came around “open” I opened my mouth she place the cane that had just destroyed my composure “hold that”

“Screaming bitches suck cock, are you a screaming bitch?” shaking my head no “but you screamed and you are strapped down with your ass in the air and a cage on your dick. That makes you a bitch”

“Open your mouth” I gagged as the giant penis gag was shoved in my mouth again a click locked.

She went on for 10 min 5 strokes a minute some hard some soft some fast some slow each one saying nice and peaceful so quiet and peaceful. Walking around to check on me I was a dazed lump, drooling massively eyes glazed. I was in heaven.

I spent the next 45 min on that bench getting beaten I was flogged, I was cropped, I was caned, I was slapped there wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t red and striped.

Being unlocked I was released from the gag kneeling again and getting a bottle of water while Mistress G coated my back with cream. (Aftercare doesn’t always need to happen at the end).

Ball Torture

Led to a St Andrews cross locked in arms up and ankles locked in. No gag this time. Feeling Mistress G fussing over my balls getting my cock straining in the cage, a tap from her manicured finger nail “whys it straining, are you getting excited bitch” “yes Mistress” feeling her again running a finger up the cage, seeing her rise up and running her pre-cum filled finger running around my lips, “lick you lips for me” and did I lick my lips, I licked them clean, “you’ll get more later bitch”. I felt a light tug on my balls.

I had a parachute connected to my balls at this point, and a small weight maybe 200g, Mistress walked away and came back with a basket of weights, she made a big show of selecting the weights and laying them just out of my sight, before I knew it I had 2 kg of weight hanging off my somewhat stretched balls, this continued Mistress adding a weight feeling my balls filling my lips with my mess, adding weight feeling my balls filling my lips with my mess. Then I felt it happening quite slowly, Mistress looking me in the eyes while I felt the weight slowly lifting then with her hand on my chin holding my head in place her body against mine, I felt then my balls stretch as she let the weights go my eyes watering as she was asking my all sort of humiliating questions. I don’t remember them as I could just feel my balls getting longer and longer as the 8kg of weight was swinging back and forward.

Mistress slapped my face and walked away from me, watching her perfect ass moving away as my balls were getting stretched.

Ball torture part 2

With the weights off and a little care to my balls Mistress brought out the penis gag again and locked it in place.

Mistress G moved behind me, the next thing I knew I was slumped In the cuffs holding my wrist, tears rolling down my face and a laughing Mistress G behind me. I had received a kick straight to my tender balls it felt like they were in my throat. 10 seconds later I was in the same position, Mistress G whispering in my ear “nod if you are ok” I nodded “do you want more” I nodded “beg” trying to speak around a hard plastic cock in your mouth is not an easy task, I had drool running down my face down my chest, I was a mess to say the least. Mistress G kicked me a few more times I’m not sure how many, but she made sure I begged for every single one.

Relax

Because Mistress G is a professional and she really does care for the welfare of her client’s, part of the fee involves lunch. I got 2 choices of lunch, fruit salad and finger snacks, or a charcuterie board, drinks were fresh fruit juices. And I got 2 choices of how the lunch would be served either, as a submissive or as vanilla, both would involve discussions with Mistress G of how things were going.

Because there was no way I wanted to miss out on anything, and as would be expected I chose the fruit salad as a submissive. This involved me at Mistress G’s feet hands cuffed behind my back eating out of a bowl on the floor. Mistress G was phenomenal checking my emotional and physical state in a caring way but also throwing in insults and snide comments.