I drive slowly, not wanting to garner any extra attention to my new 'possession', turning the wheel to navigate my Police sedan as I drive through the quiet suburban neighborhood.

"Wha-where, what's going on?" I hear a small, feminine voice from behind me as I turn awkwardly in the driver's seat of my police cruiser.

"Oh good, you're finally awake, my dear!.."

"What, where am I?" you absconded again as I held your driver’s license up so that you could see it through the hard plastic divider between us.

"You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you?..”

I turn again to catch you wrestling with your handcuffs out of the corner of my eye.

"Why am I handcuffed, what's going on!?" you struggle and begin to shout as I sigh loudly.

"Don't you remember? You were a very, very naughty little girl..." I muse thoughtfully, as I noted that our 'final destination' was fast approaching. I held up a small white bag of flour so that you could see it, you didn't know that it was just everyday baking flour, but that didn't matter, "I found drugs on you my darling, tsk, tsk..."

The air around us seemed to go silent and acrid as your thoughts came back to you slowly, "Drugs, what the hell? I've never done drugs in my life!" you yelled, pulling against the handcuffs fruitlessly as your breathing started to quicken, "Please, this has to be a mistake!"

"Please, SIR," I correct you, ignoring your pleas...

"Please, sir, please, this must be a mistake."

My moustache tickled slightly at the sound of you calling me 'Sir', I liked that... I really liked that.

"A mistake huh? Hmm, well let's see then... how about I just let you go on account of this all just being a big misunderstanding, okay?"

"Wh-what?" you say quizzically, "Yes? Yes, Sir!"

"Oh, so you want to go home then?" I tease callously.

"Yes, yes I do Sir, I do!" you reply quickly, all but hyperventilating now, "Please just take the handcuffs off and let me out here!"

"Oh no, I am afraid that the handcuffs have to stay on, after all, you're a dangerous drug dealer, remember..." I lick my lips as I glance back in the rear vision mirror to see your petite heart sink and your eyes go moist.

"Please, please..." you start to cry as I drive past the local Police precinct and you seem to notice...

"Where, where are you taking me, sir?"

I can feel myself starting to get excited at the possibilities ahead of us, as I sit back in the driver's seat of my police cruiser, having captured my prey…

"I wouldn't worry about that darling, what I would worry about though, is how you're going to be a good girl for me so that I don't have to punish you for breaking the law..."

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Hello! My name is Marcus :)

I am 28 and looking for a submissive to have an on-going, casual role-play with! It would be an opportunity to learn about your submissive side a little more. It would be very casual, just reply whenever you can, either in minutes or days.

I am looking ONLY for literate, intense submissive’s who make the effort to respond (No one-paragraphers or two-response ghosts).

If you like what you read above then let’s keep this story going… ^_^ What is your name? Give me a detailed description of what you look like. Give me a list of YOUR kinks and no-go's so I can accommodate them. If there's a kink you need, just let me know ^_^

Regards, Master

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