A sign painted on the front window identified the shop as ‘Lucinda’s Shoe and Leather Repair’ and when the entered the smell of leather nearly overpowered them. It was everywhere. Rolled up on shelves, people’s shoes, boots, and jackets waiting to be picked up, and along a hall leading to the back, enough tanned hides to cover a herd of cattle.
A tall woman with red hair rose from behind her counter slash work station where she’d been nailing a new heel onto a pair of boots. Taking off her stained gloves she came around the counter and offered her hand.
“Hello. I’m Lucinda. Welcome to my little shop of horrors.” she said with a smile. “And you are...?”
“I’m Officer Mark Wilcox and my prisoner here is Carole Collins.”
“Please, Sir, call me your prisoner again!” she thought.
“And you’re here to get her outfitted with one of my custom chastity belts, is that correct?”
“Yes, Ma’am. That’s correct.”
“And how will you be paying for the device?”
“Miss Collins has agreed to cover the cost as part of her plea deal.”
“Okay, that’s great. Let me lock the door so we won’t be disturbed.”
After doing so she led them into the back of the store and into a room that looked quite cozy and warm.
“Does she need those cuffs, Officer?”
“No Ma’am. Let me get them off.”
When her wrists were released she rubbed where the steel had been cutting into them, wondering whether there’d be bruises. She was free and felt less secure and safe than she had when wearing them.
“Please take off the lower part of your bikini so I can take measurements.”
Mark stayed by the door even after his prisoner gave him a pleading look but he was following the judge’s orders. “You heard the judge. I have to be here.”
He could just as easily just stood outside the door as it was the only exit but had no intention of not watching this sexy submissive strip.
She put her thumbs in the waistband and dropped it to her ankles, fighting the impulse to try to cover herself with her hand, she forced them to her sides.
Mark’s sudden intake of breath let her know that he approved of her depilated pubes.
Holding up a sample, Lucinda told them, “My chastity belts are made to fit very tightly. When they’re locked the person cannot touch herself or insert anything, ” she said, pointing out a stainless steel mesh that would cover her pudenda and a narrow opening at the back that would allow her to defecate and wipe but nothing more.
“For sanitation’s sake I recommend they be removed at least every 48 hours but 24 is even better. In a pinch they can be cleaned in a shower... but no baths... but they then need to be re-oiled when they dry.”
Carole was taken aback by the complexity of it all. “If she didn’t have a key, how could she stay clean?!”
“Normally, the person’s Dominant partner takes care of that. But this case is anything but ’normal.’ Do you have someone, a girlfriend or boyfriend, who can take care of it?”
Carole had several close friends but one by one she checked them off as not someone we wanted to share that part of her life with and certainly no male friends would qualify.
Seeing her stressed look Ms Dark glanced over at the officer, her inquisitive look seeming to ask if he’d step up to help out. He seemed agreeable.
“There’s this gentleman, ” she gestured.
By this point Carole was desperate. Without the belt she’d go to jail and stay on a sex offenders list. “M-Mark... Officer Wilcox, that is... w-w-would you?”
He knew what she meant but wanting to push her more deeply into her sub-space, he asked in a clear assertive voice, “Would I what, Carole? We’re all adults here, speak up.”
“Sir. Would you be willing to come over and help me stay clean every couple of days?”
Lucinda smiled as she deduced the seduction and surrender. It was quite romantic even in its understated way.
“I think we can work something out. I’ll want something in writing though. Are you okay with that?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
As they were speaking the craftswoman had been making careful measurements of Carole’s hips, waist, thighs, and groin.
“I’ll be about an hour making this. There’s a small garden in back you can hang out in, it’s completely private so you needn’t dress.”
She turned away to her work station and the two made their way to the garden where they found a small table with a single chair.
They both paused until she said, “Please, Sir. You take it.”
The policeman took off his heavy belt and set it on the table and sat down. He gestured her over and had her turn around and he re-cuffed her wrists.
It was completely unnecessary and they both knew he had to do it.
“Well, Miss Collins... I don’t think either one of us could have predicting anything like this happening when we got up this morning or when we saw each other at the pool.”
“No, Sir. Definitely not.”
“Well, I’m quite pleased with it. I could have come up with a better fantasy if I’d tried.”
She paused, trying to decide if she agreed. And after a few seconds that seemed like minutes, she decided, “Nope. Not me either.”
He smiled at the glistening moisture on her shaved mons and labia. A sight she watched, which made it worse. Or better.
“You don’t look very comfortable, ” he said rising.
And she watched him take the chair’s cushion off the chair and drop it on the ground and sit back down.
“Why don’t you kneel?”
She didn’t hesitate for a second and got down on her knees and said, “Thank you, Sir.”
She was actually glad he didn’t invite her to sit on his lap. She’d have soaked his dark slacks and if he so much as touched her she’d have cum.
“Carole, based on your behavior since we came here, I’m guessing that you’d like me to take your collar.”
She opened her mouth to speak but he held up his hand and she remained silent.
“As attractive I find that idea to be, I’ll have to refuse.”
Carole looked immediately despondent and on the brink of tears, until he said, “For now.”
As if a switch had been flipped, Carole seemed to smile with her whole being.
“As long as you’re being punished by the court and I am to be your official guardian, I have to maintain a certain distance. Both physically and emotionally.”
She was smart, despite having acted stupidly enough to be in so much trouble, and understood. If this was a sacrifice she had to make to eventually become this handsome and caring man’s property, it seemed a very small price to pay.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I understand. But maybe after...?”
He reached out and caressed her cheek, “Yes. Maybe after. We’ll have to see how we both feel then.”
“Of course, Sir. Thank you for even considering it.”
When the leather worker joined them she was not at all surprised to see the policeman sitting and her kneeling. Instead of addressing her, she told Mark, “Please have her stand.”
That choice of address was not missed by either of them.
And, like the good girl she wanted him to see, she waited for his command before rising.
Searching in her eyes for any hesitation, he ordered, in a tone that clearly made it a command, “Stand up.”
She quickly obeyed, noting how wet just doing something so simple had made her.
Lucinda pushed open her thighs and held the uncompleted chastity belt against her belly, murmuring, “Uh-huh...” And then against her backside and again murmured, “okay.. that looks good...”
She then undid the center strap of the belt and passed it through Carole’s crotch, pulling it up tight against her cleft to measure against her belly, she pulled a grease pencil from behind her ear and made a mark on it before taking it away.
Looking at where it had made contact, she saw the leather around the front opening was measurably darker.
Holding it out for the policeman, she pointed out the still damp spot, “Look at how wet this girl is. Maybe you should take care of it before I finish and lock her in.”
After she left the two alone he moved his chair closer and with a fingertip, stroked her swollen lips. Bringing it up to near his faace he ordered, “Look at me.”
Carole obeyed but found it difficult to meet his eyes.
“Look at how wet my finger is. See how shiny it is from just one light stroke on your cunt.”
She blushed even more deeply.
“What kind of girl gets so excited from being treated like this?”
She wanted to scream, “A GOOD GIRL! YOUR GOOD GIRL!” but knew that wasn’t the answer a good girl should offer. Instead, she whispered, “A naughty girl, Sir.”
“That’s correct.” She watched as he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean. “A naughty, but very delicious, girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. I look forward to tasting that juicy cunt some day.”
“Whenever you wish, Sir.”
“I know.” he said with a matter-of-fact inflection that revealed its base truth.
“The judge is going to ask me how well you behaved on our little outing today. And I expect that what I tell him will have quite an impact on your sentence.”
“Yes, Sir. I am at your mercy.”
“I could make you cum and just keep it to myself.”
She looked up hopefully but his expression dashed any hopes of her being relieved.
“Carole. I’m a sworn officer of the court and I take my oath very seriously. I don’t think the judge would like it if I relieved your... um... cravings, do you?”
Completely aware of how her answer might impact her... no, their future, she answered, in a voice that surprised both of them with its submissive overtones,
“No Sir, I’m sure he wouldn’t. Please, Sir. Follow your instincts and I’ll be fine.”
She adopted the presentation pose she’d read about and seen in porn movies. Her knees were a little wider than shoulder-width apart with her hands on her thighs, palms facing up, her back was straight with her breasts out, and her head was bowed and she was looking at his very shiny black shoes and wondering how they’d taste.
Officer Wilcox was thinking about Carole’s lovely soft lips and thinking how they’d feel when eventually he gave her permission to pleasure him.
But he would make them both wait until after her sentence had been completed to find out.
For her part, Carole was reminding herself that no man, and none of several women, had ever been able to resist her using her mouth to give them pleasure when she put her mind to it.
She might not be able to get her to fuck her but if he was going to come by and keep her clean on a regular basis, she had now doubt that she could erode the foundations of his resolve.
Of course, at that time she had no idea that she was dealing with a real world Dominant. One who knew that her nearly overpowering sex drive was the best way to control her.
It might be a little frustrating to have to resist that temptation, but he could go home and masturbate or call one of his several fuck-buddies who would be happy to relieve his desires.
He smiled at the thought of making her suffer by denying her.
Just then, Lucinda came back out. It was clear that the policeman had done nothing to assuage the horny girl’s needs but as a Domme, she completely understood why.
“Have her stand, please.” Again, addressing him and ignoring her.
She first attached the belt around the prisoner’s waist, settling it just above her hips and buckling it in the front. Then she passed the other strap up through her legs and attached it to the same buckle and locking it in place with a padlock.
Ms Dark explained, “Officer Wilcox, this belt is designed to send a signal if any attempt is made to damage or remove it and always show its location. I’ll give you the link to the app so you can put it on your phone and you may want to give a copy to the court.”
Carole was surprised at how snugly it fit. It was tight along its edges but the area over her vulva had a gap so she couldn’t rub against it. Her hands started to reach for it but she paused, looking at Mark and then Lucinda to see if she’d get in trouble.
Ms Dark was quite confident in the quality of her work and told her, “Go ahead. See if you can play with yourself.”
She looked at Mark and he nodded, giving her permission.
So she tried. She tried every edge of the cruel device and found she couldn’t get even a finger under it. She tried grabbing the belt and pulling it up to rub against her pussy but it did no good.
Her disappointed pout made the two Dominants smile.
“i-i-can’t...” she whined.
“Sounds perfect. I’m sure the judge will be pleased, ” her escort said to Lucinda.
“Thank you, Officer. Shall we step to the front of the store so she can pay?”
At that moment it all became very real. She would be trapped in this damned thing for as long as the judge wanted.
And to top it off, she was paying for the privilege.
As if reading her mind Wilcox reminded her, “It’s keeping you off the register. Remember that.”
At the front she retrieved her credit card from Officer Wilcox and paid Ms Dark, signing the receipt without even looking at the total of $325.00.
She’d notice the amount later in the courtroom but she was backed into a corner and decided she didn’t want to know.
Lucinda handed Mark the keys along with the now pointless bikini briefs and several of her business cards. “That QR on the back is the monitoring app. Please tell the judge that I look forward to working with him in the future.”
Holding up the lower part of the bikini Mark told his prisoner, “You’re welcome to put this on over that if you want. But frankly, that thing covers more than this ever did.”
“I’ll pass, Sir. I might as well get used to it.”
With his finger he gestured for her to turn around so he could re-cuff her hands for the ride back to the courthouse.
They passed the ride in relative silence. Both thinking about what the days ahead would be like.
Mark had a strong feeling of protectiveness and desire. He had long imagined owning a girl like this and with virtually no effort, one had fallen into his... what? lap? clutches? Either one was equally appealing.
Carole in the back was wondering whether the metal components of her new adornment could rust. She was definitely going to leave a puddle on the seat when she got out of the patrol car.
“Dispatch to Wilcox... you there, Mark?” the radio squawked just as they were pulling into the courthouse lot.
“Yes, Dispatch. Wilcox here.”
“What’s your 10-20?”
“Just pulling into the courthouse lot, Dispatch.”
“That’s good. The judge is waiting for you and he doesn’t sound happy. I think you’re the last case of the day.”
“Roger that, Dispatch. Please tell them we’ll be there in two minutes.”
As they rode up in the elevator, Mark had her step into the bikini and told her, “I hope this helps and I hope he’s not too angry. That wouldn’t be good for you.”
The bikini felt weird over the chastity belt but if it would help to keep the judge from being even angrier than it was worth it.
The courtroom was empty except for the two attorneys, the bailiff, stenographer, and the judge. None looked particularly happy.
“I’d like you all to step into my chambers. That includes you, Mrs Mackenzie.”
In his office, the four men and one woman surrounded the diminutive prisoner in a way that she found very exciting. One of her secret fantasies, one she’d never mentioned to anyone, including her online Master, was a gangbang. Being taken and used as a fucktoy again and again, was something she’d pictured more than once. She knew it would never happen but the sense of powerlessness she felt in that office held a similar thrill.
“Mrs Mackenzie, would you please check and make certain that that device will, um.. prevent any contact with the uh... prisoner’s... you know.”
“Certainly, your Honor. Miss, could you raise your arms?”
Carole obeyed and tried to stifle the thrills she was feeling. Her slight shaking was assumed to be nervousness or perhaps the cold. But Esther knew.
She gave it a definite try but her experience with her own nearly identical belt already told her all she needed to know.
The men watched fascinated and tried to look and act nonchalant but really didn’t fool anyone.
“Okay.” the judge said, “I’m ready to pronounce sentence. If the defense has no objection we can do it right here.”
Carole and her attorney exchanged glances and shrugs and agreed.
“For the two remaining infractions I am ordering the statutory minimum.
“For driving while operating a hand-held device, the defendant, Carole Collins, will receive 10 lashes. To be administered one week from today in the parking lot beyond the courthouse.
“For the second, far more serious offense of running through a posted Stop sign, the defendant will receive 20 lashes in the same location seven days after the first.”
Carole wanted to cry but seeing both Mark and her attorney shaking their heads as if saying, ‘Don’t. It will only make things worse, ’ she kept it together.
“And finally, as per the plea agreement, the defendant will wear the assigned device for an amount of time that will be revealed seven days after that second punishment.”
“So at least 21 days of enforced abstinence, maybe even more!” Carole hadn’t denied herself an orgasm for that long for as long as she’d been masturbating.
But, she brightened, “I’ll get to see Mark almost every day! And...” She was determined to use all of her wiles to get that cock she’d seen tenting his slacks into her mouth.
For a submissive like Carole Collins, being allowed to serve was as arousing as being fucked. The idea that a healthy straight man might refuse her really didn’t occur to her.
Mark knew what she was thinking and smiled at the thought of how he was going to use her lust to break her and make her into his idea of the perfect sex slave.