Training
Part 2

by Sampson
 
 

So as I've said, it's like this.  I'm a 22 year old female with a major in history in my third year.  My college budget is down to almost zero and I needed some money fast.  Very fast.  So I become a dominatrix.  Now this is my second night.  My first night was a thrill and I must confess I went from "ug" to "this is so cool".  My first client was Tammy and she turned me from a prude to a Dominatrix!

        I was hopelessly consumed by my new profession.  It was just me and my client and enough restraints to immobilize him or her from head to toe!    To think I was so creeped out by this and now I can't get enough of it.  Of course I just want to say that ...well....I'm still not sure about all of this you know.  Perhaps this was simply a quick thrill to discover another side of me and life would return to normal soon.  After all this job is hardly the norm.   Besides what if I get some creepy old man who has more things in his mind besides being a slave.  Bottom line though was that I had some cash now and that meant I paid off some bills and finally wrote a check off to pay my parking tickets.  I was NOT going to think about this now.  After all, I'm free of the parking police.  So there a couple of months old.  Anyway, as I was saying, it's a bit creepy.  But Sheila my Dominatrix trainer said we'll take it slow and I could back out any time.   I might, but then again a car in both a necessity and a curse.

        So now it's night number two.  I dress the same (that is jeans and sneakers with a nice tank top but I did add a vest.  Sheila said she'd give me a loaner leather outfit for now so off with the casuals.  Hey I might look hot in a pair of high-heel leather boots but Converse are sooo comfortable.  Anyway, I finish my coursework and head out to the car.  I strap in (always wear a seatbelt in this town with these cops) and head out.  So it's all going well with the radio playing (thank goodness for NPR and classical music) and then my worst nightmare begins.  Halfway there I see the flashing lights of a police car and it's right behind me.  My heart starts pounding.  I was driving the speed limit and I wasn't doing anything wrong.  I pulled over.  This was not good.

        Slowly a dark eerie figure came from the car.  (I can be so dramatic can't I).  A tall and very blond (fake I might add) police officer walks up to the car.  "Good day miss.  Are you ..".  Ya that was my name but why was she picking on me.  My heart was racing as if I ran a mile in 5 seconds.  "Is there a problem officer".  She looked at me.  "Are you aware of a series of unpaid parking tickets for the last year".  OK I know I said a few months but I tend to run away from realities that I can't handle besides I completely ignored all the letters they sent me and nothing happened...until now.  I replied "yes of course but I paid"... but before I could finish my sentence she asked me to step out of the car.  "Please officer, I'll show you my checkbook".  Oh man.  I paid it this morning so of course they pick today to deal with it.    Oh man, oh man, I left my checkbook at home! "Step out of car and keep my hands where she could see them."  Oh man, Oh man, Oh man was she going to arrest me?   I was terrified.  I couldn't move.  "Please office I swear to you I paid it OK."   She looked at me through her sunglasses and I knew she was in control.  Training had taught me that.  You just knew.  On top of that she had a gun but that's besides the point.  I'd better cooperate even though right now I wanted just to crawl under the seat.  I unhooked the seatbelt and opened the door and got out.  "Hands on the car please".  I looked at her totally sheepishly.  "Please Officer"... I then complied.  She could teach Dominatrix's some lessons.  I was shaking like a leaf.  I couldn't even see her.  Then it got worse.  She started to pat me down like some criminal.  Her arms were wrapping themselves around my breasts (my best feature) and then my croch.  This was humiliating although it did kind of feel good for a second.

        A very short second!  "Are you carrying any weapons or drugs that I should know about".  Drugs I thought.  I don't even like taking cold medicine.  "No" I said.  It was quiet for a second.  Then I could hear a snap of a clip being opened up.  Oh man, that was her leather case...holding handcuffs.  She was going to handcuff me.  "Put your hands behind your back please".  I was freaking.  "Please officer I did nothing wrong".  That was useless.  "Put your hands behind your back please".  Before I could say anything else she grabbed my left arm.  I was so paralized with fear I didn't resist.  I felt the cold steel blade wrap itself around my wrist.  She cuffed it.  I heard the ratcheting sound followed by a tight steel band encasing my wrist.  She actually cuffed my left wrist.  As a recovered from that she quickly grabbed my right wrist and twisted it and cuffed it.  I could hear the ratcheting sound of the handcuffs tighten up until I had no movement at all in my wrists.  I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs constraining any movement.  I started to panic (I'm doing that a lot arn't I).  I struggled against them in panic but it hurt.  They were much tighter than we do with the dominatrix practice.  "please try and relax mam".  Relax, relax!  What is this yoga?  She grabbed my arm and started walking me toward the car... handcuffed!  I was her prisoner.  "Please office I am very scared right now.  I paid the ticket this morning I".  She just read me my rights like a bad betty crocker recipe.  She didn't even care.  She opened the door.  "Get in and watch your head".  I didn't want to get in that car in handcuffs.  I resisted.  "Don't do this mam otherwise I charge you with resisting arrest as well".  Resisting arrest sounded like a very bad thing so I complied and sat in the car.  I sat in the seat not a normal seat but a hard plastic one that allowed a place for my handcuffed hands.  It was almost like a roller coaster seat.  She then put the seatbelt on and clicked it in place.  She then tightened the shoulder harness until I couldn't move and locked it so I had no flex on my upper body.  She then closed the door.  The time seemed forever.  I was handcuffed and strapped into a police car.  The dim glow of red and blue flashing lights reflected around me.  The radio was playing but it wasn't NPR!  There was no way to get out of this car.  Not even a door handle.  My entire upper body was completely immobilized.  This would be really exciting right now if it was a fantasy!  I mean I have a body to die for and my red tank top was very ... revealing but of course not very revealing to a female cop with a heart of stone.  She opened the back door.  "Stick out your leg for me " I complied.  She shackled a leg shackle on me.  I felt it compress against my foot.  She then reached over and did the same for my right foot.  It was quite tight and secure.  "Put your feet back into the car." I did hearing the chain as I moved my legs into the car.  "New Regulations for prisoners".  So now I was a prisoner.  This was so humiliating.  I couldn't even cross my legs as the chain didn't allow such freedom.  She closed the door.  I was immobilized and scared.  Very scared.  Scared as in urinating in my pants scared.  She then sat down in the front seat and wrote for what seemed 10 minutes.  "Your car will be towed to the city parking lot.  You're responsible for the charges for getting it out.  You're charged with parking tickets infringments. "  I was so angry.  That &#$(#  cop did this to me.  "Give me two minutes on the rack with you and you'll be crying to your mother".  Oh that was not smart.  She looked back in shock.  "Excuse me. What that a threat.  Did you threaten me? ". I paused. 'No officer I .. I was thinking about my older brother and how much he liked swimming on the lake and I just .. ".  She looked at me with her confused eyes and said "Just shut up OK".   I quickly did the time honored response of a twelve year old: I said nothing.

        How I did want her on the rack though.  She would be crying to her mother and I would laugh all the way.  I could see it now  "Get on there you ... PARKING TICKET MONSTER.  "No please I'm not so tough please".  I grab her and strap her down.  Her struggle is futile.  I throw my body on her letting her taste my perfume and feel my gorgeous (and REAL hair fall over her.  She breathes hard in panic.  "I'm a wimp without my uniform and gun.  Please go easy on me.  "  I tighten up on the wheel.  "Please mistress it hurts".  "Hurts" I said.  Officer I'm just getting warmed up.  I pull harder and harder.  She is begging for mercy.  Tears fall down her face.  "Parking tickets hu?  Do I need to pay them now ... OFFICER".  She pauses "No of course not.  I would never have you do that since you are such an upstanding and nice college kid....woman yes beautiful woman with a beautiful body.  Have mercy on me.   I never should have doubted your superiority to me."   I pause realizing my fantasty dialogue with her is over the top, never-the-less it felt great to hear.  "OK".  I pull harder and she screams.  "You said you would let me go".  I laugh.  "You should have thought of that BEFORE YOU ARRESTED ME"  .  She looks at me.  "How could I have ever done that to you I am so sorry and I am really such a wimp".  I pity her and release her from her bonds.  She collapses on the floor.  I look at her and she looks at me.  "Now go and return to stopping real criminals... you pathetic excuse for an officer. " She pauses "You are so powerful.  I don't stand a chance against you".  I pause and look at her through those tearful eyes.  "You ain't seen nothing yet" ... I walk away.  "Excuse me.  What to heck are you saying".  I get out of my fantasy and quickly realize she heard what I just said.  "Nothing".  She stops at the light.  "If I were you, I would shut up. You understand. SHUT UP" I did and decided another fantasy would not be in order... then again...

        We drive for over 15 minutes and my wrists were gettings sore from the handcuffs.  I tried to make it more comfortable but it was to no avail.  There was just no freedom of movement. I felt completely restrained and isolated.  For a moment I was getting turned on by it until I thought of being locked up in a jail cell with a bunch of woman who would think nothing of killing me (at least that's what all the TV movies say).

        We reached the station and she unlocked the seatbelt and pulled me from the car.  What a relief to get out of there.  We walked in with me in those blasted handcuffs and those freakin chains on my legs making it impossible to walk..  At least I wasn't being filmed on cops.  Then again how exciting would that be (or humiliating).  She sat me down on a long bench of handcuffs and put an additional handcuff on my wrist that was chained to the bench and told me to wait.  Like I was going anywhere!  Oh what I would do for handcuff keys now, then again she had my wrists pointing outward which almost guarantees you can't reach the lock even if you wanted to.  I know for I tried it during my training!  Now all I needed was a ballgag to complete my humiliation.  Actually that wouldn't sound to bad...except for here!  She came back and unchained me from the bench.  Then we walked to finger printing.  The cuffs finally came off.  After finger printing they took my photo.  It was so degrading!  It was parking tickets! She handcuffed me again and we walked to the prison cells.  I almost wanted to cry.  Where was my phone call.  Oh thank goodness a phone near the cells!  The cells that forboding place where dark hallways with horrible evil waiting to attack and destroy you (I can be really dramatic and hokey when I'm terrified)  I quickly made the call once she unhandcuffed me again.  I called Sheila on her cell phone.  "Hello".  It was her.  "It's me"  I hear an angry tone "Where are you.  You should have been here an hour ago"  . I almost start to cry (almost).   I'm in jail. You've got to get me out!".  There was a pause.  "jail".  Oh great she doesn't believe me.  "Listen I didn't pay some parking tickets.  Please please get me out".  There was another pregnant pause.  "I'll be right down and boy do you owe me".  Thank goodness my night was saved.  I hung up.  Then I realized I still had to go to a cell.  She then started to handcuff me again and we walked down to the end of the hall.  They took my things and unlaced my sneakers.  My wonderful pink converse just looked ugly without laces.  Then we walked down into the cells.  I could smell the urine and stench from the atmosphere.  There was screaming and cursing and horrifying cat calls ... at me.  Then she unlocked the first cell door and we walked down the hall.  I could hear the taunts and screams from the other cells.  Man this was so scary.  There was an empty cell.  I walked in.  It was terrifying to see the door close.  I was in a prison cell and I hated it.  I wanted my mistress!!!

        I wanted for what seemed like eternity.  It was an hour later when someone came to my rescue.  The cell door opened and I couldn't wait to get out of there.  When I saw Sheila I wanted to hug her but she did not look happy.  We said nothing to each other.  When I stepped outside and saw the lights I was so relieved.  "Your roommate gave me your checkbook.  It's all cleared.  I brought the proof to the station.  You should have gone down there yourself.  Sending it in the mail, what were you thinking???"

         I started to cry.  She gave me a hug.  "OK, listen you've got clients tonight .  Don't let em down! "  Clients I thought, so she's not going to fire me.  Wait, I can't do this.  Here I am an intelligent college student being reduced to a crying girl in puberty.  Then again.. I can just imagine how that officer treated me.  I can just use that action and really tear into this thing tonight and make some good money.  I still got to get my car out of storage tomorrow.  I have an outlet.  Others have running or basketball or boxing or yoga or racketball.  Heck I have whippings, restraints and humiliation and straightjackets.  It's a good life after all!

        I finished the night at 1:00 am.  I had a blast.  I never had such confidence.  Four old men and their hangups.  One said he never met a dominatrix with such passion but wondered why I kept calling him officer.  OK, you readers, don't tell my college friends.  It's a bit degrading to those who don't understand the joys of this.  My next story is about my first client of that night.  Now that was wierd.  I needed help.  My next story tells about the "help" I received.