The Message Pt. 01 by mollycactus

The Message Pt. 01 by mollycactus

Discover the tantalizing world of intimacy and desire in “The Message Pt. 01” by mollycactus. This captivating adult sex story explores the complexities of connection and passion, drawing you into a narrative filled with intrigue and seductive encounters. Dive in and unleash your fantasies!

(author’s note: more D/s than BDSM)

I was working the midnight shift in the Three Points, Arizona, police station. I like this shift because it’s usually quiet and, being a woman and being by myself, it’s usually safe – in an emergency I can always call for backup.

Not much happens on this shift. Maybe a drunk driver… usually not much more than that.

Suddenly my private phone rang and signaled that there was an incoming message.

I didn’t know the number but it’d been extremely quiet and I was bored so I opened it. My eyelids, which had been drooping a little, flew up completely out of sight as I stared at the screen!

First there appeared a picture of me and I was handcuffed, bent over the interrogation table here at the station! I started to scroll down as picture after picture of me appeared. I was in shock! There were about 30 pictures in all, all from different angles. They even included close-ups of my face and my well used pussy.

I looked again at all the pictures and in summary, they showed a thoroughly used woman after a good hard fuck.

My shock vanished instantly as my memory clicked in — these pictures had been taken about 4 weeks ago! I was just very surprised he’d sent them to me. I smiled as I reminisced about that magical evening.

It was during one of my late shifts back then I recalled, and the memory of that encounter came flooding back. The bell sounded as the door opened, admitting a good looking guy who walked over to speak to me. Automatically as an officer of the law, I took in his appearance — a well-dressed light-skinned black man. His suit and shoes were good quality. I noticed all this along with his dark hair, dark, penetrating eyes and dazzling smile before he got to my desk. “Good evening, Officer. My name is Alex and I think I’d better report something I just saw. There were strange lights in the sky and I’m worried it might have been a UFO.” I chuckled to myself because there is a military base in the area and someone is always seeing things like that.

Rather than dispelling his concerns, since it was such a slow night I decided that I’d take a report mainly to have his company for a while. “Let’s go into the interrogation room,” I said. “There’s more room to fill out the form in there — my desk has all these files covering it at the moment.”

“Anything you say…” he squinted at my left breast, “… Officer Lockwood.” I blushed for an instant, but then realized that he was just reading the name label on my uniform blouse. I was glad the female officer’s uniform consisted of a blouse and a skirt, because I like the way my legs look, and hoped he would also.

“Yes,” I smiled. “Arin Lockwood. Now, if you come this way, Mister…” I left the statement hanging, to remind him he’d never said his last name.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said. “We’ve not been introduced. I’m Alex Green. Very nice meeting you, Officer.” We shook hands as I opened the door to the interrogation room, and gestured for him to enter. As he entered, he sat in the chair which was nearest him, the interviewer’s chair. I shrugged and sat across in the suspect’s chair. The lighting was better there anyway, since the illumination is placed so the suspect can be recorded better. It slipped my mind that the recording started when the lights were turned on.

If I’d remembered that I’d have thought it really didn’t matter. But it did later!

As I sat across from him, taking his statement, I realized how attractive he really was – well dressed and well spoken. His clothes were tailored and fit him perfectly. I handed him a blank sheet of paper, asking him to try to draw what he’d seen. As he sketched, it looked more and more like a classic 50s flying saucer, and I smiled to myself as I took the image from him. I pointed at a few parts of the drawing and asked questions to clarify a few details and began making small changes to the image.

“Here let me give you a hand with the art,” he offered. He stood up and came around to my side of the table and leaned over as we worked together on the drawing. As he stood over me, I became aware of how big he really was and how attracted I was becoming. He even smelled wonderfully, and it’d been a long dry spell for me sexually. I was starting to daydream a little of what it would feel like to have him inside me. His breath was warm on my ear and neck as he leaned close, and it sure seemed to me that he was flirting a little now.

All kinds of naughty ideas began flashing in my mind. But one idea won out over all the rest. It was a crazy impulse, but I excused myself and a minute later came back into the room carrying two sets of handcuffs and a ring of keys. I placed them all on the table and we finished the drawing and filling in the form. As we chatted about things that people claimed to have seen in the night sky, I picked one set of handcuffs up and played with it as I looked into his eyes. He watched me as I slowly closed one cuff on my left wrist, ratcheting it one click at a time until it was snug on my wrist.

We could both feel the tension building in the room, since I was beginning to send a clear, but unspoken message. I next leaned forward and placed my wrists closer together on the table.

His eyes displayed his surprise as he looked at me! “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked, as he walked back around the table.

“Yes!” I replied. “I’m sure. But on one condition.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“If the door bell sounds, or the phone rings, I’ll need you to free me quickly, and let me answer it. You might even have to help me dress while I’m talking, in case I need to handle some situation and even call for backup. Very little ever happens at night here, but we need to agree on this, just in case.”

Alex quickly answered, “Of course I agree to that condition. Your job is important to this community. Please don’t worry — I’ll respect your wishes.”

Satisfied, I moved my hands forward. I even had to lean forward as I slid my hands toward him. My arms were straight out in front of me, and presented to him. Smiling, he took my right hand and closed the free cuff around it, ratcheting it slowly, until it was snug. A thrill ran thru me! The cuffs were snug so I knew there was no escape! As my body reacted, I was getting wet and wanted more.

He reached over, picking up the second set of handcuffs and snapped one end over the links of the cuffs that were locked on my slender wrists. I was so excited now that I was worried I’d stain my skirt, and I had no extra clothes with me. My breathing accelerated as my nipples felt hard as diamonds inside my blouse.

I was excited beyond words, since one of my fantasies was going to come true here in the police station.

He stood up and said, “If you really want this you know what you have to do.”

Understanding him, I stretched forward a little more and quickly locked the open end of the second handcuff to the ring bolted in the center of the table. I knew I was past the point of no return. Secured with no hope of escape, I was now bent at the waist over the table with my chest flat against it. I was in a very vulnerable situation, helpless and handcuffed by my own initiative. If I was found like this, I’d be humiliated and possibly lose my job.

Taking his tie off, he walked back around the table to my side. Moving behind me, he wrapped his tie around my eyes, securing it tightly behind my head and stuffed my mouth with his handkerchief. My feeling of excitement rose as I waited in darkness, my mouth filled with this artificial gag.

His hands traveled down my leg until he grabbed my ankle and pulled it to the side. It was then I felt the cold steel of the leg cuff closing around my ankle and the clicking sounds as it closed tightly. I was thankful the key to those cuffs was also on the key ring sitting on the table, but I spay out the gag to speak. “Oh my god… I’d forgotten about those ankle cuffs, since we seldom use them except on troublesome prisoners.”

Feeling his big hand on my ankle made me swoon. He quickly secured my second ankle, which caused my skirt to pull tight and ride up a bit. “Troublesome prisoners?” he laughed. “But since I’m not trying to make you talk, I think I’ll replace that gag.”

My mouth stuffed again, I thought, giggling to myself, “In this position, I’ll be giving no one any trouble at all.”

He stayed behind me, running his hands over my ass and legs. After a short time, he pulled my skirt all the way up over my hips. I could imagine what I looked like now. In a surprise move, he ripped my pantyhose open and in shreds down to my ankles, and I moaned my thrill into the gag! Now only my black panties protected me but that protection lasted only for moments. His powerful hands ripped their waist band and crotch strip open and pulled them from me. I could feel the cool air on my naked, wet pussy.

“I’ll just keep these panties for a souvenir,” he chuckled. “Even if you get called to your job, your skirt is long enough that you won’t need them. And if we slip your shoes off for a second I can peel the rest of the pantyhose off and hide the scraps.” His hands roamed over my ass and wet pussy making lewd remarks about what he was going to do to me. And I loved it, I bit into the cloth in my mouth. He commented how wet I was and I found that the humiliation was driving me closer to my orgasm.

Pulling at my handcuffed hands was a waste of time because I knew there was no escape. But trying to do it added to my excitement. I expected my fantasy to happen at any time, and I tried to hold off my orgasm until that moment. The room was quiet, and since I was sightless, I strained to listen. The sound of a zipper seemed loud in the stillness along with the rustling of clothes being removed. I even heard a very faint sound that might have been that of a penis being stroked.