What Do Dominants Get Out Of Chastity?

Police Harassment

Antje jumped in her seat for a second as the siren blared out. As she glanced in the mirror she saw the blue lights flashing behind her. He wasn’t trying to pass. She looked down to the speedo, despite already knowing she was over the limit.

As she pulled over the cruiser followed suit.

A voice came over the bullhorn. “Please switch off the engine and remain in the vehicle.”

She rolled her eyes. This was the third time she’d been pulled over this month. “Here we go again…” she muttered to herself, “guess I’d better turn on the old charm….”

As officer Jackson approached her window she turned and smiled.

He stopped in his tracks, speechless. One look at her and he had already forgotten everything he was supposed to say.

She recognised it immediately. As much as any officer wants to view themselves as impartial, she knew that her on-paper, spotless license in no way reflected her adherence to speed limits. Him freezing on the spot was looking good for keeping her record clean.

“What seems to be the problem, officer?” she smiled innocently.

Officer Jackson jolted back to attention and re-composed himself.

“Licence and registration please, Ma’am!”

She duly obliged and smirked a little as he looked down at her details.

“It’s pronounced An-tya,” she giggled, pre-empting the question. “My parents were Swedish…”

He nodded.

“You might have guessed, you know… tall… blonde…” she glanced down at her chest, “other, prominent features…”

“Yeah…” his eyed fixed on her deep cleavage.

“Hey! Eyes up here, Officer!” She giggled playfully as she saw him losing focus. “You didn’t just pull me over to ask for my number did you?” She shrugged coyly. “Not that I’m not flattered, but I think that’s kind of harassment, right? Not that I’m an expert…”

“Uh… do you know how fast you were going just now?” he asked, trying to sound stern, even though he was noticeably flustered.

“Thirty five. Is that not the limit here?” She knew full well it wasn’t. Playing dumb wasn’t a legal defence, but it nonetheless worked for her regularly.

“No, Ma’am. It’s Twenty five. School zone.” he pointed off to a nearby sign.

“Oh!” she replied as if genuinely surprised. “Well… uh… maybe I should stop by and get a quick refresher on numbers then.” She smiled and giggled slightly nervously.

The giggle had the effect of making her chest jiggle, bringing his attention back down.

“I’m sorry, Officer. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.”

She could see he was checking out her tits again, and took the opportunity to return the favour. Even though he was bent over slightly, leaning on her door to talk to her she could tell he was rock hard through his uniform pants. She sniggered a little.

He tried to act stern, although now also aware of his member being stood to attention, was hesitant to ask her to step out, knowing full well he couldn’t hide it once he was stood up straight. “I’m afraid I don’t see the funny side, Ma’am.”

She stifled her laugh and smiled sultrily. “Oh… Uhh… Sorry, Officer. Guess I’m just a little nervous. I don’t get pulled over a lot.” She paused to see if he was buying it. “I’m not a hardened criminal.” She stared directly at his crotch, then back up to his eyes to let him know, she knew.

As she saw the look of embarrassment on his face she couldn’t help but laugh. He tried to adjust himself to mask the problem, but that only made his arousal more obvious. 

“Oh! Shit… Is that on?” she giggled as she realised he was wearing a body-cam. She held up her hands in mock surrender. “Don’t shoot, officer!” She suppressed her giggling as much as possible but couldn’t keep from smirking as she added, “such a big weapon you’re pointing at me…”

While there was nothing seriously incriminating on the footage, having to explain what was happening if she did challenge the ticket would make him a laughing stock if it came to light.

“Soooo…” she began, “is this the part where we come to some sort of arrangement? You know… a you let me off…. I get you off, sorta deal?”

Was she serious? It wasn’t that an offer like this never came up, it’s just that when it did, it was over something far more serious, and he’d never been tempted, purely from a risk-reward standpoint. But over a speeding ticket? With this goddess? If ever there was a victimless crime, this was it.

She could see his cock starting to strain upwards. It must have been painfully hard at that moment.

“You know… that is one of my biggest fantasies; doing it in the back of a squad car…” she purred. “Whatta ya say? Wanna make a girl’s day?”

How could he refuse? Sadly for officer Jackson, he would not get the chance.

Before she could open the door his desire got the better of him and several jets of spunk fired out into his uniform pants. Antje immediately recognised the signs as he groaned and convulsed on the spot. The wet spot made a slightly darker spot on the already dark blue.

She giggled at the sight of him and teased, “just letting me off with a warning, huh?”

She never tired of the sight of a man in uniform creaming his pants like a horny teenager. Seeing their authority and dignity stripped away so easily by her was such a high.

Officer Jackson’s face burned with shame; he’d never been so humiliated. As he felt his legs tremble in the afterglow, he new he had to get out of there. As long as there was no ticket, then no one would ever have to review the video. He desperately stumbled back to his car, hopped in and sped away as quickly as he could.

“HEY! School zone, remember?” she cheekily called after him.

With a self-satisfied smirk she slid back into her car and sighed, “and the system fails, again!”

Just look at you, sweetie! You’ve got ketchup all over your face! Let Mommy clean you up, baby. It’s a good thing you were wearing your bib otherwise you’d have ruined your shirt!

Yes baby, I know the only reason you’re so messy is because I tricked you into watching a hypnosis tape that gave you the fine motor control of a toddler. I wasn’t blaming you, sweetie. Mommy was just commenting on what a messy little boy you are! A messy boy with a messy face. And one whiff of the air is enough to tell me you’ve got a messy bottom too.

What’s that? You didn’t know? Hahaha! That’s my favourite part of the conditioning! I love that you can’t even tell when you’ve peed or pooped your diaper until someone else tells you! Just like a baby. But yes, little one. You made a big stinky in your pants. Now lie down and Mommy will wipe your cute little butt for you too.

Saturday sissy dress up time. Anyone fancy doing cowgirl for me today?

Classic leather laced hot pants, cute boots and the necessary cage. All in black of course.

A reminder she won't like...