There is something just hot, and a little nasty about being bound. Maybe it is the implicit kink of it that helps me get off. The "helplessness" of it all, being "forced" to do what my husband, and his friends want with me...
As soon as I see my husband come out with the handcuffs, I instantly get wet, knowing I'm going to be having a good time.
Of course, I've also wondered, and worried what others might say. Especially as my husband has taken me out like this.
Sure, walking around, with my hands tied behind my back at home, my breasts thrust out, for his friends to ogle and feel up is one thing. But riding around in the car, walking to and from our house... I wonder what the neighbors would say? Or do? Do they do kinky things like this too? Do they keep it inside, away from prying eyes? Maybe they're just closet sluts, where I can let my freak flag fly?
As he put me in the car's backseat, I got a little nervous. Sure, it was late at night, but I couldn't help to look around. This party we were headed to... I knew it was going to last all night, if it was like the other parties I'd been at.
When he put the gag in my mouth, though... that was something I couldn't hide. Anyone who looked in would see, but I couldn't say anything. I mean, that is part of the point of the gag, right?
And as nervous as I was, it also turned me on even more.
We drove around. For a while, it seemed almost aimless. We pulled up to a red light, and I looked out. A prim and proper lady looked back at me in shock and horror. I winked and waved at her, embarrassing her a bit, and turning on her equally prim and proper husband.
I knew which one of us he would be thinking about tonight as he stroked his cock. I chuckled to myself, since I couldn't say anything out loud. If anything, I got just a little wetter, knowing he'd be thinking about me, and that's without seeing any of me naked.
We headed downtown. There were more cars and more lights. More chances to be seen, especially by someone we might know. The thought terrified and turned me on. I wish I could explain why I was such a little freak... but part of me didn't want to know. I only wanted to be excited. Used and toyed with. Pleased and pleasing.
I kept thinking about all the naughty things I'd hope would be done to me at the party when I turned my head and saw the cop car keeping pace with us.
As I looked over, I saw the cop in the passenger seat look right at me. And now I was scared. I didn't want to get in trouble. Nor for my husband to... I just wanted to get to the party and get to be really naughty. And I have a feeling this cop is going to change all of that.
The cop pulled behind my husband's car, and sure enough, the lights flipped on. My husband pulled off the main road into a little side alley. He looked back at me, handcuffed and gagged... "Now, don't say anything," he teased me. He didn't look nearly as nervous as I felt. That's for sure.
The cop seemed to take forever to walk up. He looked in the back at me. His partner was behind the car. He seemed to stare for a minute. I looked back at him, nervous about what he might be thinking. Afraid of his cuffs, which wouldn't be nearly as sexy as these.
The cop walked up to the front door, and he asked my husband to step out. They left me alone in the car, pondering what was going to happen, when the rear door opened.
The cop and his partner helped me out. They were quite gentle, leading me to the front of the car.
The lead cop removed my gag from my mouth. I opened and closed it a few times to get some sensation back in it. "It's not what it looks like, officer," I started.
"Funny, that's what the crooks we catch normally say. You're not a crook, are you?"
"No officer?"
"But you're handcuffed, and your feet are shackled. We don't even gag but our most serious offenders. So what did you do to deserve this?"
"Well... would you believe I asked for it?"
"You asked your boyfriend to drive you around all tied up?"
"Yes... well no... well... sort of," I was in a tailspin.
"Why don't you start from the beginning?"
"Well, you see..." I managed to stammer out. "I kind of like being tied up and handcuffed," I admitted.
The second cop looked at the first. "Does your wife let you do this to her?"
"Hell no. She wouldn't like that."
"Well, I do. It turns me on, to give myself to guys like this."
"Guys?" the lead cop asked.
"So, is your friend taking you to perform for some group of people? Like a hooker?"
"I'm not a hooker," I said, definitely. "I just like it... and yes, we're supposed to be heading to a party."
"And what, you're just going to stand around handcuffed all evening?"
"Yes... well... no."
"Well, which is it?"
"Not exactly, just stand there." I paused and took a deep breath. "While I'm handcuffed, I let anyone do whatever they want with me. But we're not paid. It's just like dancing with different people at a party."
"Except they ain't dancing."
"No... not quite," I responded, looking down at my feet.
"And what exactly will they do to you... while you're handcuffed?"
"Some of them will cop a feel. You know my ass, my tits... others may be a little bolder and finger me."
"Finger you?"
This guy had to be teasing me. Of course, he knew what I meant, right? "You know... finger me... down there..." He looked at me dumbfounded. I wasn't sure if he was playing with me, or really that dumb.
"You know, my pussy."
"Ohhh..." he responded. "And just because you're handcuffed?"
"Yep, when I'm bound, I'm free to be used by the surrounding people."
"And do they do more than... finger you?"
"Some will. Some will jerk off in front of me, and cum on me."
"Where?"
"I like to be humiliated, so my face. My tits... my..." I could see them cracking a smile. They were getting off on it. And I have to admit, I wasn't afraid anymore, and it was turning me on admitting how much of a slut I am.
"When I'm gagged, it's so I'll be quiet while they fuck me. Sometimes more than one guy at a time. Of course, I can't suck their cocks like that." Now I was going to be the ones that teased them.
"So, if we were at this party, you'd let us use you like a little slut, just because you were a bound?" Asked the junior officer.
"Yep."
"I think you mean 'yes sir'," the senior one stated firmly.
I knew what was about to happen.
"Yes, sir," I responded sheepishly.
"And if we pushed you to your knees?" he asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I got on my knees down in this dirty alley. I felt dirty and naughty, and I swear my panties were now soaked from it.
"You said you can take more than one guy at a time. Maybe we should see about that," the senior officer said. He replaced my gag, so I couldn't answer.
I looked at his cop friend, and he had already pulled his cock out and was stroking it. I looked over to the senior cop, and his cock was also out now.
Both were stroking at me, and I smiled as best I could at them, begging them to give me what my dirty little body craved.
Soon they were shooting their load, covering my slutty face with their cum. If I hadn't been bound, I would have been grabbing for their cocks to get every bit of cum from them that I could.
They put themselves away and stood looking down at me. Proud of the mess that they had made.
My husband walked up next to me. "I told you she was good for it," he told them. "So do we pass?"
"Yes," the one cop said. "Follow us," and with that, they led me back to the back seat.
My husband got in the car and followed them to a parking garage. There they led me to an elevator. "The party is waiting for you," they said as they rang for the elevator. "I'm sure they will like her."
With that, they left.
I looked at my husband.
"It's a new party group, and I hear it's fun, but we had to pass their initiation. Which we did. Now, let the games begin," he said, smiling while we stepped onto the elevator.
I did not know what was next, but I couldn't wait.
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As soon as I see my husband come out with the handcuffs, I instantly get wet, knowing I'm going to be having a good time.
Of course, I've also wondered, and worried what others might say. Especially as my husband has taken me out like this.
Sure, walking around, with my hands tied behind my back at home, my breasts thrust out, for his friends to ogle and feel up is one thing. But riding around in the car, walking to and from our house... I wonder what the neighbors would say? Or do? Do they do kinky things like this too? Do they keep it inside, away from prying eyes? Maybe they're just closet sluts, where I can let my freak flag fly?
As he put me in the car's backseat, I got a little nervous. Sure, it was late at night, but I couldn't help to look around. This party we were headed to... I knew it was going to last all night, if it was like the other parties I'd been at.
When he put the gag in my mouth, though... that was something I couldn't hide. Anyone who looked in would see, but I couldn't say anything. I mean, that is part of the point of the gag, right?
And as nervous as I was, it also turned me on even more.
We drove around. For a while, it seemed almost aimless. We pulled up to a red light, and I looked out. A prim and proper lady looked back at me in shock and horror. I winked and waved at her, embarrassing her a bit, and turning on her equally prim and proper husband.
I knew which one of us he would be thinking about tonight as he stroked his cock. I chuckled to myself, since I couldn't say anything out loud. If anything, I got just a little wetter, knowing he'd be thinking about me, and that's without seeing any of me naked.
We headed downtown. There were more cars and more lights. More chances to be seen, especially by someone we might know. The thought terrified and turned me on. I wish I could explain why I was such a little freak... but part of me didn't want to know. I only wanted to be excited. Used and toyed with. Pleased and pleasing.
I kept thinking about all the naughty things I'd hope would be done to me at the party when I turned my head and saw the cop car keeping pace with us.
As I looked over, I saw the cop in the passenger seat look right at me. And now I was scared. I didn't want to get in trouble. Nor for my husband to... I just wanted to get to the party and get to be really naughty. And I have a feeling this cop is going to change all of that.
The cop pulled behind my husband's car, and sure enough, the lights flipped on. My husband pulled off the main road into a little side alley. He looked back at me, handcuffed and gagged... "Now, don't say anything," he teased me. He didn't look nearly as nervous as I felt. That's for sure.
The cop seemed to take forever to walk up. He looked in the back at me. His partner was behind the car. He seemed to stare for a minute. I looked back at him, nervous about what he might be thinking. Afraid of his cuffs, which wouldn't be nearly as sexy as these.
The cop walked up to the front door, and he asked my husband to step out. They left me alone in the car, pondering what was going to happen, when the rear door opened.
The cop and his partner helped me out. They were quite gentle, leading me to the front of the car.
The lead cop removed my gag from my mouth. I opened and closed it a few times to get some sensation back in it. "It's not what it looks like, officer," I started.
"Funny, that's what the crooks we catch normally say. You're not a crook, are you?"
"No officer?"
"But you're handcuffed, and your feet are shackled. We don't even gag but our most serious offenders. So what did you do to deserve this?"
"Well... would you believe I asked for it?"
"You asked your boyfriend to drive you around all tied up?"
"Yes... well no... well... sort of," I was in a tailspin.
"Why don't you start from the beginning?"
"Well, you see..." I managed to stammer out. "I kind of like being tied up and handcuffed," I admitted.
The second cop looked at the first. "Does your wife let you do this to her?"
"Hell no. She wouldn't like that."
"Well, I do. It turns me on, to give myself to guys like this."
"Guys?" the lead cop asked.
"So, is your friend taking you to perform for some group of people? Like a hooker?"
"I'm not a hooker," I said, definitely. "I just like it... and yes, we're supposed to be heading to a party."
"And what, you're just going to stand around handcuffed all evening?"
"Yes... well... no."
"Well, which is it?"
"Not exactly, just stand there." I paused and took a deep breath. "While I'm handcuffed, I let anyone do whatever they want with me. But we're not paid. It's just like dancing with different people at a party."
"Except they ain't dancing."
"No... not quite," I responded, looking down at my feet.
"And what exactly will they do to you... while you're handcuffed?"
"Some of them will cop a feel. You know my ass, my tits... others may be a little bolder and finger me."
"Finger you?"
This guy had to be teasing me. Of course, he knew what I meant, right? "You know... finger me... down there..." He looked at me dumbfounded. I wasn't sure if he was playing with me, or really that dumb.
"You know, my pussy."
"Ohhh..." he responded. "And just because you're handcuffed?"
"Yep, when I'm bound, I'm free to be used by the surrounding people."
"And do they do more than... finger you?"
"Some will. Some will jerk off in front of me, and cum on me."
"Where?"
"I like to be humiliated, so my face. My tits... my..." I could see them cracking a smile. They were getting off on it. And I have to admit, I wasn't afraid anymore, and it was turning me on admitting how much of a slut I am.
"When I'm gagged, it's so I'll be quiet while they fuck me. Sometimes more than one guy at a time. Of course, I can't suck their cocks like that." Now I was going to be the ones that teased them.
"So, if we were at this party, you'd let us use you like a little slut, just because you were a bound?" Asked the junior officer.
"Yep."
"I think you mean 'yes sir'," the senior one stated firmly.
I knew what was about to happen.
"Yes, sir," I responded sheepishly.
"And if we pushed you to your knees?" he asked as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I got on my knees down in this dirty alley. I felt dirty and naughty, and I swear my panties were now soaked from it.
"You said you can take more than one guy at a time. Maybe we should see about that," the senior officer said. He replaced my gag, so I couldn't answer.
I looked at his cop friend, and he had already pulled his cock out and was stroking it. I looked over to the senior cop, and his cock was also out now.
Both were stroking at me, and I smiled as best I could at them, begging them to give me what my dirty little body craved.
Soon they were shooting their load, covering my slutty face with their cum. If I hadn't been bound, I would have been grabbing for their cocks to get every bit of cum from them that I could.
They put themselves away and stood looking down at me. Proud of the mess that they had made.
My husband walked up next to me. "I told you she was good for it," he told them. "So do we pass?"
"Yes," the one cop said. "Follow us," and with that, they led me back to the back seat.
My husband got in the car and followed them to a parking garage. There they led me to an elevator. "The party is waiting for you," they said as they rang for the elevator. "I'm sure they will like her."
With that, they left.
I looked at my husband.
"It's a new party group, and I hear it's fun, but we had to pass their initiation. Which we did. Now, let the games begin," he said, smiling while we stepped onto the elevator.
I did not know what was next, but I couldn't wait.
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