Part Two

Five days later Aimee got ready to go pick up her car. Per LJ’s instructions, she was wearing a tube top, miniskirt, and platform heels, all in white. A white leather collar was on her neck, as well as plastic hoop earrings and bangle bracelets, also white. When she saw herself in her mirror at home, she came close to disobeying LJ. The top stretched over her breasts, leaving most of her chest and belly naked. The skirt was even worse; it would barely cover her ass; when she was standing anyway. Sitting, it had no chance. The cheap white thong underneath was wet before she even left the house. Aimee knew that she would be arrested for indecent exposure in Lee County. Probably in Greenville too, she thought as she got into the loaner and pulled out of her drive way.

Aimee tugged down the hem of her skirt as she got out of the car and Tre’s Phat Customz. Grabbing her small white handbag, she strutted into the office. That obnoxious rap was still on, she noticed. She had always preferred country, or pop was ok sometimes. She hated rap; always talking about slappin’ ho’s, pimpin’, shootin’, and gang bangin’. One of Tre’s employees came into the office from another door. After gawking at her a second, he smiled, walked over and leaned on the counter. She had trouble understanding him, and he seemed to be having trouble standing. Aimee thought she might be sick or something, his eyes were bloodshot. An odor hit her nostrils that seemed familiar. She sniffed the air and placed it. POT! He was high on pot! The first thing that went through her mind was arresting him on the spot. Then she remembered how she was dressed, and that she was out of her jurisdiction. Aimee was still wondering what she should do when the door opened again and Tre’ came in. He quickly hustled his stoned employee to the couch, out of the way. Tre’ complimented her style; well he told her that she was, “One fine ass ho.” Aimee guessed that counted as a compliment. She turned red and thanked him. Tre’ took her into the shop, and to her civic.

Aimee barely recognized it. Gone was the blue-grey paint that she had picked out from the dealership. In its place was pearl white paint with sparkles embedded in it. The rims caught her eye next. They were shiny chrome spinners. She hated spinners. She gave a ticket to anyone she pulled over with spinners. She cursed under her breath. Tre’ just chuckled and showed her the interior. The seats and steering wheel were soft white leather, with matching dash and carpets. Even the console and buttons were white. They had ripped out her driver’s airbag and put a LCD screen in the steering wheel. Then Tre’ showed her his favorite feature. The automatic transmission shifter had a white cover over it, with a smiley face on it. He pulled it off and revealed a big black dildo. Tre’ explained that it was LJ’s number one request for her car. The dildo was the transmission shifter. Aimee was horrified when Tre’ explained that it was the only way to change gears. If the car was parked, or in drive, she could put the cover on and no one would see it; but when ever she had to shift gears, she would have to use the dildo. With the rest of the car white, the black dildo would stand out. Anyone that looked in would see it easily.

Tre’ invited her to sit down and try it out. Reluctantly, she sat down in the driver’s seat. The leather did feel good on her bare legs, she thought. She felt the leather wrapped steering wheel, thinking it felt nice too. She reached for the shifter slowly, setting her palm on top of it and gripping it. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked down. God! It even felt like a dildo. Every time she even sat in her car she would think about sex. Tre’ interrupted her day dreaming by telling her to start the car. She turned the ignition and more of that loud rap blasted from the speakers. She looked for the controls and found the off button. The music stopped and the LCD screen in the steering wheel came to life. She looked at the screen and saw a white woman sucking on a black dick. PORN! The flushed deputy looked for a way to turn it off. She couldn’t. After a few seconds of searching, she just turned the car off. The blowjob continued if front of her. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and it finally stopped. Tre’ found her trouble very amusing. He told Aimee how her old stereo had been ripped out and replaced with a 10 speaker, 500 watt system with a 160 gig hard drive. She complained that she hated rap, but Tre’ told her that LJ wanted 20 gigs of rap, and 140 gigs of porn. He also explained to her that the computer was password protected, and the car wouldn’t run unless the stereo and LCD screen were hooked up.

Aimee was visibly upset at this point. Everyone would hear that shit; and see her behind the wheel. Everywhere she went people were already asking her who her new man was, when they weren’t calling her a bimbo, or an undercover hooker or something else anyway. Now she had to drive around with this . . . this shit blasting in her ears.

Tre’ told her that she had some paperwork to sign in the office. He held her hand and helped her out of the low civic. He let her walk ahead of him, probably just to get an eyeful, she thought. Once in the office, he led her to the couch that pothead was on earlier. Tre’ asked if she wanted anything to drink, and she declined as she tried to get her tiny miniskirt to cover her mound. Tre’ brought a stack of papers over. He told her that she owed him a little over four grand. She asked him about her credit card, and Tre’ replied that he had maxed it out. Aimee was stunned; they had ruined her car, maxed out her credit card that had over eight grand on it, and it was still going to cost her over four thousand dollars. Aimee was almost in tears now. She told Tre’ that she didn’t have that kind of money. Tre’ handed her a credit application. It was already filled out, she just needed to sign, he said. Aimee took the pen he offered and leaned forward to sign it. She glanced up and noticed him staring down her top. Oh well, nothing she could do about that dressed like this, she thought. The interest rate caught her eye. Twenty-seven point nine-nine percent! Outraged, she told him that she wasn’t paying that, it was robbery. Tre’ calmly replied that 27.99% was the maximum legal interest rate in this state. Aimee didn’t care, she wasn’t paying it. With a chuckle, Tre’ told her to call LJ, that he was expecting it.

Fuming, she walked outside and dialed his prepaid. He answered on the first ring. She told him what was going on, what Tre’ had done to her car, and what he was charging her. LJ told her to calm down. She did, and he explained to her that Tre’ was a close friend, and had gone through a lot of trouble for him. She had a choice; she could sign the contract and pay him, or she could pay him what her credit card didn’t by helping him advertise. She thought a moment, and then hesitantly asked how she would have to help. LJ told her that Tre’ wanted to do a calendar shoot with some of the cars he had pimped out, including hers, and he needed a model. She said that she would think about it, and hung up. She paced outside the shop a few minutes, ignoring the honks from the passing cars. With that insane interest rate, her payments would be almost $250 a month, for three years. She wasn’t even going to be able to pay off her credit card in a few years, much less with what was practically a car payment on top of that. She would have to do that calendar shoot.

She walked back in and told Tre’ the good news. Tre’ smiled, and his two employees gave each other high fives. Tre’ set it up for the following Saturday, since that was her next day off. She gave him her prepaid number, so he could call and tell her what outfits to bring, besides what she was wearing. She signed that contract for the shoot after barely a glance, not reading the parts giving Tre’ total intellectual rights, and him complete ownership of all the images from the shoot. She would get $4,067.35, her outstanding debt with Tre’s Phat Customz. Tre’ and LJ would split the rest of the profits, with Tre’ getting three-quarters and LJ getting twenty-five percent. Aimee got in the white civic, set her purse on the passenger seat, grabbed the dildo, and drove away; the loud rap blaring away the whole drive home.

Once she got home, Aimee parked her car, put the cover over the dildo, and when into her house. She paced back and forth in her kitchen, heels tapping, trying to figure out what to do about her car. She didn’t want anyone to see her in it, but she couldn’t afford another one. What she really needed was a good fucking, she thought as she idly brushed her fingers across the front of her miniskirt. LJ wouldn’t allow that, though. The only way to get her mind off of that was a good workout; but that would mean driving her car to the police gym in Lee City. Oh well, they’ll see it sooner or later anyway, she thought. She headed to her bedroom to change, then drove to the gym.

The next day, she had to drive to work. Everyone questioned her change in music; but with all of her other recent changes, didn’t make a big deal about it. She wore the white tube top and mini combo with her hands and upper arms cuffed behind her while supervising LJ on detail. She tried to complain to him about her car, but he would have none of it; saying that’s how he wants his ‘snow ho’ to roll. Then, to change the subject, LJ told her how sexy she looked, and fucked her. After he gave her three orgasms, LJ relaxed in her mother’s executive chair while Aimee gave him a leisurely blowjob. He asked her what she was doing the next few days. Looking up, she replied that she had to renew her driver’s license, but other than that just the usual stuff. LJ smiled as an idea formed in his mind. He told her that she had to wear something from Jasmine’s; he’d tell her what later. She complained that everyone at the county court house knew her, and would see her. LJ gave her permission to wear a trench coat, but she had to take the license picture wearing what he told her to. She agreed, and finished his blowjob.

It was too warm for a coat, but Aimee pulled the calf length leather coat tight as she went into the courthouse. Heels clicking on the tile floor, she walked into the DMV office. Staci, a friend from high school was working. She was happy to see Aimee, asking if what she’d heard about her new man was true. Warily, Aimee asked what she’d heard; hoping the truth hadn’t gotten out. Staci replied that she had heard that Aimee must have found a man that was great in bed, cuz she always looked well satisfied lately. With a sigh of relief, Aimee agreed, but refused to give any details. Staci finished setting everything up, and told her that it was picture time. Aimee took off her coat and laid it over a chair. Staci looked up and her jaw dropped. Aimee flushed as Staci stared at her. Hot pink platform heels, with matching hot pants and spandex belly shirt, plastic bangles and earrings. The hot pants had a black handprint on one butt cheek, and a shiny black belt was around her waist. A 2 ½’ wide black leather collar was around her neck, with a large lead ring hanging from the front. On the front of the top, in black lettering about 2 inch high were the words, “CUFF ME.” Aimee stood in front of the camera and asked Staci to please make sure that she got her collar and top in the frame.

Staci was speechless, this was the Sheriff’s daughter, a straight-laced girl growing up, and she wanted her driver’s license picture taken dressed like a slut. She finally nodded and snapped the picture. Aimee leaned over the counter to see it on the computer screen. It was perfect. There would be no mistaking the thick collar, or the words on her chest. After the computer contacted the state database, it produced her new license. Staci printed it out and after taking her old license, handed the new one to her. Aimee thanked her and walked back to get her coat.

She was half way there when someone came into the office. She froze; it was Travis Dumas, a prisoner that was doing janitorial work. He whistled before he recognized her, it took him a second since he wasn’t looking at her face. When he did, he laughed and told her that he would cuff her anytime she wanted. She quickly put on her coat and left without saying anything. She had to do something, fast. Every prisoner in the jail would know by tonight. She got in her civic and left, rap music blaring away. For the first time, she cut it off; figuring that she could at least think with the porn on. It helped a little. The moans and screams weren’t as bad as the abrasive rap. She could call the jail and come up with a reason to get Dumas put into isolation. That wouldn’t help though; he would still be able to talk to other inmates. She decided to call LJ. He had told her to only call him if it was important, and this qualified, she thought. He didn’t answer, so she had to leave him a voice mail. She left it and hung up, frustrated. Now a black dominatrix was paddling a redheaded white girl’s bare ass in front of Aimee.

Aimee arrived at work still worried about what that little weasel Dumas talking. As soon as she got LJ alone she asked him if he’d gotten her voice mail. He told her to relax, that everything was taken care of. She showed him her new driver’s license, and wore the same outfit while he worked. During her first hourly call to the jail, she found out that a prisoner was being taken to the hospital because he had fallen in the shower and dislocated his shoulder, as well as broke a few ribs. She didn’t press the deputy for details, she was pretty sure who the prisoner was, and that he’d had ‘help’ falling. She hung up and thanked LJ for taking care of Dumas. LJ replied that he didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about, that he had been here cleaning up the admin building with her, and for her to get her ass over here and suck his dick. Grateful, she got down on her knees and started sucking.

He told her that she had an appointment tomorrow gave her the details as she sucked him off. He finally exploded in her mouth, cum dripped out as she tried to swallow it all. He un-cuffed her, and she went to clean herself up and change back into her uniform. She dropped him off with the deputy at the gate, got into her car, and drove home. She had the porn on more than the rap lately; it wasn’t nearly as loud and was at least mildly interesting.

The next morning she put on her leopard print outfit, complete with heels, collar, and bracelets. She drove to Greenville Ink and Body Piercing. It was early, there was only one person there, a thirtish Hispanic guy covered in tattoos. Aimee asked for Rico. The Latino guy replied that he wasn’t in yet, and asked her if LJ had sent her. She told him that he had, and he introduced himself as Juan. He told her that he could get everything ready, if she wanted him to. She agreed and he took her to the back where she met his girlfriend, Monica. Monica seemed to be more into piercing than tats, although she had a couple of the latter visible. Juan told Aimee to take off her dress. Aimee had no idea what LJ wanted done to her, but as long as he would keep doing ‘it’ to her, she didn’t care. She pulled the thin dress over her head and laid it on a chair. Her panties followed and Aimee was naked before them. Monica complimented her, and gave her a leer that confirmed Aimee’s suspicion that she was at least bisexual. Aimee was a little apprehensive of this, but only a little more than anything else that was going to happen to her today.

Juan helped her up onto a padded seat device that had rests for her legs sticking out in front of her at about a ninety degree angle, and two more going out from the sides, at about shoulder height. Juan explained that the seat was designed to give them total access to a client, so they could work. It would also keep the client still, so they would not accidentally smear their tattoo. With that, he and Monica spread Aimee’s ankles and started strapping them to their respective leg rests with wide leather straps. Aimee protested that it wasn’t necessary to strap her down, but Juan replied that she had to be absolutely still. He pulled another leather strap across her chest, just above her exposed breasts. Monica pulled a similar strap tightly across her hips, and then the straps on her upper thighs. This gave Aimee a clue as to where they would be working. Juan pushed a clipboard with some paper work in front of her. Monica pressed a pen into her hand and Aimee signed, initialed, initialed, signed, and initialed. The clipboard disappeared and they each took one of her arms and after pulling them straight out to her sides buckled wide leather straps around her wrists.

Aimee was now naked and completely exposed. Monica said that there was one more thing, and told Aimee to open wide. She did and Monica pushed something round that tasted like leather into her mouth. Aimee felt a strap being pulled around her head, and Monica buckling it in back. Aimee ran her tongue over the thing in her mouth. It was a hard ring, covered in leather it felt like, holding her mouth open in an ‘O’ shape. She tried to ask Monica what it was, but all that came out was a few incomprehensible grunts.

Juan and Monica both laughed as Aimee tried to talk through the gag then shared a kiss, with Monica eyeing Aimee as she did it. Aimee tried to look away, but strapped down like she was, she didn’t have many options. They finally stopped the make-out session after several minutes. Then, Monica produced a silver vibrator and smiling, walked slowly to the bound deputy. Aimee tried to scream, “NO,” but with the ring gag in, only moans came out. She tried to squirm, but the straps held her firm. Monica ran the vibe over her tits, and down her stomach. She toyed with Aimee, making circles around her now moist pussy. Still smiling, Monica reached up to Aimee’s head and grabbed her hair. Pulling her head down, she kissed Aimee right on her open lips, even pushing her tongue into Aimee’s helpless mouth. Aimee was disgusted; she wasn’t a lesbian, but she couldn’t stop her. Juan finally pushed Monica away and told her to knock it off. Laughing, Monica returned to his arms. Aimee endured them making out in front of her for what seemed like forever, but was about fifteen minutes. Then a huge Hispanic guy came in.

Aimee saw tattoos on just about every inch of visible skin. Juan called him Rico, and gesturing at Aimee, said that this is Aimee, LJ’s new bitch. Rico, who never stopped gazing at Aimee, told him thanks and pulled on a pair of latex gloves and got ready to work. He told Aimee that it would take awhile, and that he had something for her to listen to. He put a set of headphones over her ears and turned on the ipod connected to them. Shit, that fucking rap she thought as it blasted into her ears. It was too loud. She tried to get Rico’s attention, but he just smiled at her and picked up his tattoo gun.

Aimee’s suspicions were confirmed when the gun went to her crotch. She winced every time the needle hit her tender flesh. Rico noticed her looking down, trying to see what he was doing. He stood up and announced that he would put a stop to that. He stepped over to a drawer and returned with a leather blindfold. Aimee meekly allowed him to put it on her, shutting off her vision; not that she had must choice in the matter. He replaced the headphones and returned to tattooing her. Aimee only sensory input was the rap blasting into her ears and the tattoo needle just above her pussy. She had no idea that people were coming into the studio; friends of Juan and Rico, to see the smoking hot blonde girl strapped to Rico’s seat, and her interesting tattoo. Rico finished her tattoo and took a break. He got several pictures of his work, one close up would be blown up poster sized and put on his wall, for advertisement. Aimee was oblivious to all of this.

Aimee felt ice being rubbed on both of her nipples; she knew what was coming next. She felt the pliers, then a sharp pain in her left nipple, and then the pliers again and another sharp pain in her right one. Next, she felt the pliers go into her mouth, and tasted rubber. They grabbed her tongue, and Aimee felt one more sharp pain there, then the rubber coated pliers released her squirming tongue. Aimee felt a large steel ball in the piercing in her tongue.

Someone finally turned off the ipod, and the abrasive rap that had been blasting into her ears fell silent. The headphones came off, and then the blindfold was removed. Aimee blinked several times to regain her vision. She looked up and was shocked to see about a dozen Latinos watching her. They cheered and made catcalls and whistled as she turned red with embarrassment. She looked around for Rico, Juan or Monica, to release her and found Rico walking to her from the side. He had a digital camera in his hand. He took several close ups of his work, as well as several full body shots of Aimee, even telling her to stick out her tongue. Aimee looked down and saw the thick silver rings in her nipples between pictures. He finished, and finally started un-strapping her with Monica’s help who seemed to have appeared from nowhere.

Aimee was barely able to stand after being bound so long. She tried to look at the tattoo above her puss, but it was covered with a bandage. She didn’t seem to care that she was still stark naked but for the heels, bracelets, and collar in a room full of strangers. Monica finally unbuckled the gag and took it out of Aimee’s mouth. Aimee worked her jaw a few times to regain feeling in it. Smiling, Monica told her that her clothes were still on the chair where she left them. Aimee was about to try to push through the crowd when Rico announced that the show was over and everybody had to leave. Aimee waited for the shop to empty, then pulled on her tiny leopard print mini dress. Her panties seemed to be missing. Someone must have wanted a souvenir, she thought. She didn’t know that Monica was that person; and was in fact wearing them now.

Rico told her that Monica had gotten her credit card out of her purse and took care of the payment. Aimee was having trouble speaking with the heavy tongue stud, but Rico was used to that. He told her how to take care of the tattoo and piercings as she signed the receipt. She had gotten the credit card company to raise her limit again a couple of days ago. Otherwise, she would have had to make ‘other arrangements’ like she did with Tre’. Rico added that she couldn’t look at the tat till LJ saw it first. Aimee nodded and waved ‘bye’ as she left. She gingerly sat down in her civic, and with a shift of the dildo, watched porn on the screen while driving home.

Aimee arrived at work a few hours later, still hurting from the piercings and tattoo. LJ kept her naked and cuffed on detail, saying that he wanted to see her new jewelry. Just after eleven, he removed the bandage over her new tattoo. Aimee looked down and tried to see it, but couldn’t make it out because the collar she was wearing kinda hampered her looking down. Luckily LJ produced a small hand held mirror and held it so she could see. The first the she noticed was the big black cock, gripped by a hand. Aimee gasped when she recognized that the kneeling figure gripping the cock was her. The mouth was open, as if she were about to suck the cock, which was head height to the tattoo. The figure had a collar around her neck, bracelets on both wrists, and spiked heels sticking out from behind. Aimee’s new nipple rings were on the tattoo, as well as a tiny version of the tattoo itself on the figure’s crotch. In neat letters just about the kneeling figure were the words, “I LOVE LJ’S COCK.” Aimee knew that the humiliating words were absolutely true; she loved that massive cock. After a good fucking, LJ released her cuffs, and she dressed, then dropped him off at the jail.

Aimee watched two white girls fuck each other with strap-ons on the way home. The hard drive seemed to have a lot of girl-on-girl action, black-on-white, and bondage. The Blacks always seemed to be the doms, though. She arrived home and got ready for bed. Just as she was cuffing herself, LJ called. He told her that he was proud of her, and to do her best at the calendar shoot. She said that she would, he told her good night, and hung up.

Saturday was calendar shoot day. Aimee had several outfits, just what Tre’ told her to bring. She arrived at the shop and found a dozen cars waiting. Tre’ hustled her off to a back room and told her to show him her tattoo, that LJ said that he needed to see it. Aimee pulled down her skirt and thong, and showed him the humiliating tattoo. He said that LJ was right, and that Aimee was one fine bitch. She blushed and thanked him for the degrading compliment. He took her back out, and introduced her to the photographer, a skinny black guy named Cedric. Aimee spent the next several hours posing. She wore the miniskirt / tube top outfit in white, black, silver, red, and yellow, to match the dominant color on each car’s paint job. Tre’s girlfriend was also in some shots with her, holding a leash attached to Aimee’s collar. After several poses and dozens of shots with each car, Tre’ had Aimee change into her last outfit; the fetish cop outfit. They took some pictures of officer Aimee being handcuffed by Tre’ and his girlfriend. One shot, with Aimee’s car next to them, had a handcuffed Aimee looking over her shoulder smiling, while a leering Tre’ reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands. At last it was over. Tre’ told her that she would get a CD with a copy of all the pictures on it. Aimee really didn’t care at that point; she just wanted to go home. She told him that that was fine, and left.

Forty-five minutes of porn later, Aimee arrived at her house. LJ called her later, and after telling her what a good job she did, instructed her to go to Liberty City, to Dianne’s Restraints, ask for Dianne, and tell her that LJ sent her. Aimee worried about spending more money, and voiced her fears to LJ. He told her not to worry about it, that he would help her out when he got out next week. He also told her what to wear the next day. She agreed to make the trip and after they exchanged good nights, he hung up. Aimee cuffed herself and went to bed.

The next morning, after checking the net for directions, Aimee headed out on the five hour drive to Liberty City. Driving with 6 inch heels and porn in her face was natural by this point. Aimee was wearing a black spandex miniskirt, and matching tube top. Collar, plastic bracelets and hoop earrings completed the outfit. There was a small difference with this outfit from the one yesterday, though. In big bold white letters across the front of the top was the word, “TITS,” and on the back of the miniskirt was the word, “ASS.” The top and miniskirt barely covered what they said, when she was standing up that is. The humiliating outfit left no doubt what she wanted the world to see.

Five hours of porn later, with a quick break for lunch, Aimee arrived at Dianne’s Restraints. She put her car in park, covered the dildo shifter, and walked in. There was a tall redhead behind the counter, who smiled at Aimee as she walked in. Aimee asked her if she was Dianne, and when she said that she was, Aimee told her that LJ sent her. Dianne told her how nice she looked, and how much she liked her top. Aimee showed her what was on her skirt, and Dianne complimented that as well. Dianne took her to fitting room in the back of the store, and had Aimee take off her mini and panties. Then she measured around Aimee’s waist, from her stomach between her legs to the small of her back, and a couple of other places. When she finished, she let Aimee dress and took her to the gags. Dianne told her that LJ wanted her to have a harness cock gag. She let Aimee look over the couple that she had, and Aimee picked one out to try on.

The one Aimee picked out had a black latex phallus that was the gag, with an oval shaped leather piece that would cover her mouth. A horizontal strap would go around her forehead, and another strap would go from the top of her head to below her chin. Dianne explained how it worked as she tightened the straps. On Dianne’s advice, Aimee tried to scream, only to hear how good the gag worked. No one would hear her more that a few feet away, if she screamed as loud as she could. She asked Aimee if she would take it, and Aimee nodded. After Dianne helped her remove the harness, Aimee told her how much she liked sucking on the gag. Dianne laughed, and told her that it was one of her favorites to use as well.

Dianne led her towards the checkout counter, but Aimee asked if she could look around a little bit first. Dianne was happy to show her around the store. Aimee let her strap her to the St. Andrew’s Cross, the spanking horse, and a bondage chair. Aimee even saw something that looked a lot like the chair that Rico had in his studio. Aimee tried on some shackles, and a bondage hood. Finally, Aimee crawled into a small cage and heard the ‘click’ as Dianne shut it. She put her hands behind her back and let Dianne cuff them through the bars. Dianne let her out after a few minutes and un-cuffed her. Aimee decided to leave; she couldn't afford most of this stuff anyway. She paid for her gag, and Dianne told her that her other purchase would arrive in about a week. As she was leaving, Dianne suggested that Aimee wear the harness gag, to get used to it. Aimee agreed, and Dianne helped her buckle the straps into place, and handed her the keys to the three small padlocks that secured the harness. Aimee waved as she drove off.

Watching the porn and the road, Aimee felt the gag with her tongue. It felt a lot like a cock, except that she couldn’t push it out. She had to control her breathing so she wouldn’t try to gag and puke it up. She absent-mindedly stroked the shifter as she drove back towards Lee County.

Aimee must have been paying too much attention to the porn, because the flashing blue lights in her rearview mirror caught her completely by surprise. She panicked, glanced at the speedometer and saw that she was doing about sixty-five. She had no idea what the speed limit was, but knew that it wasn’t sixty-five. She grabbed the keys to the harness and tried to unlock it with one hand while she pulled over on the deserted road with the other. The car came to a stop and she tried to put the car in park, unlock the harness, and turn off the porn by taking the keys out of the ignition all at the same time. She got the car in park, and then pulled the keys out of the ignition. She glanced in the side mirror and saw the policeman walking towards her car. She was still trying to get one of the padlocks to open as someone stepped up to the passenger window.

She looked over and saw another officer standing there looking back at her. Now the first one arrived at the driver’s side. He gestured for her to roll down the window. Frustrated and scared, she hit the buttons to roll them both down. The second officer was young, and let the first officer lead the way. This situation wasn’t in the training manual. The first officer asked for her license and proof of insurance. She reached over the passenger seat to her purse, and still working on the padlock with her other hand. As she fumbled in the purse, her eyes fell to the dildo shifter. Shit! She had forgotten about Mr. Shifty. She glanced up at the second officer. He raised an eyebrow at her; he had noticed the giant dildo too. The first officer impatiently told her to please hand him her license and proof of insurance. She stopped trying to unlock the harness gag and used both hands to get them from her purse. She handed him the documents and now used both hands to work the key in the padlock. The first officer interrupted her by telling her to please step out of her vehicle. With a sigh of frustration, she opened her car door with one hand. The keys slipped from her other hand, and fell between her seat and the console. She cursed into the gag and stepped out of her car, pulling down the hem of her skirt as she stood in the platform heels.

They escorted her to the back of her car, while she still pulled on the padlocks in frustration. They both seemed amused with her driver’s license picture, after the first officer showed it to the second one. They also seemed to find her troubles with the gag amusing; and made sure to get an eyeful of her, and to read her top and mini. For some reason they didn’t seem to believe that she was really Deputy Aimee Mills from Lee County. Aimee couldn’t talk, so she kept pulling on the harness gag. The first officer must of gotten annoyed with that, because he told her that he need to handcuff her, for her safety. She had been through the same academy training as them. They are probably just screwing with me, she thought as she turned away from him and put her hands behind her back. She didn’t think that they really didn’t believe that she was who she was. Aimee felt the familiar steel ratchet close around her wrists. The first officer patted her down, not that there were many places to hide anything with the outfit she had on. He then asked her if they could search her vehicle, and told her that they would get the keys to her gag. She nodded her consent and the second officer went to search her car.

The first officer had her face her car and lean over the trunk. She did, and he walked back towards his cruiser. After about thirty seconds of listening to the second officer rummage through her car, she glanced back to see where the first one was.

He’s looking up my skirt! Aimee stood up and turned around, shocked at the obvious lack of professionalism. The officer responded by pulling out his taser, pointing it at her, and threatening to tase her if she didn’t turn around and lean over her vehicle. Shock turned to fear, she had been tased during training, and didn’t want to repeat the experience. She quickly turned and leaned back over her trunk, but with her feet close together. He yelled for her to spread her feet apart, and she spread them to about shoulder width. He holstered his taser, walked up to her, and pushed her feet apart with his foot, one at a time. He leaned over next to her, and told her that there was no way she was Deputy Aimee Mills. That she must be pulling some kind of identity theft scam. If she were really Deputy Aimee Mills, then she would know that it was a state law to notify the state DMV of any changes in the appearance of a car; like the paint color.

Shit, I forgot about that, thought the cuffed and gagged deputy. If I could get this damn gag out, I could explain everything she mentally added. Another cruiser pulled up, and Aimee heard a door open, and then close. The first officer greeted the newcomer as Officer Baker, and Aimee heard a gruff but female response. Well, at least there is a female officer here now, so he can’t look up my skirt Aimee thought as the footsteps approached. Aimee heard her comment that the little slut had a nice ass, and the first officer chuckle in agreement.

Aimee’s blood ran cold. Shit, she’s a dyke, Aimee thought. She couldn’t stand the few bull dykes in her department. This one told her to spread em’, and bumped Aimee’s feet a few more inches apart. Now Aimee couldn’t balance in her tall heels, so she had to put most of her weight on the trunk, and her breasts. She heard the snap of a latex glove being pulled on, then another. Aimee felt someone, presumably Officer Baker, stand close behind her and begin to search her roughly. She felt gloved hands under her top, then they found her nipple rings and pulled on them, producing a squeal of pain into the gag. The hands moved down to her skirt, and under it. Aimee felt her then panties being pushed aside and a finger plunged into her pussy. Aimee gasped and involuntarily rose up the last half-inch or so off her heels to her tippy-toes. A second finger joined the first, as the other hand grabbed Aimee’s ass and helped hold her steady. Finally, the finger withdrew. Aimee breathed a sigh of relief, only to gasp again when a finger was shoved into her puckered asshole. Aimee screamed into the gag, more in shock than pain, though. After twenty seconds or so of checking her back there for contraband, the finger was pulled out. Aimee was still leaning over her trunk, almost in tears from the humiliating search.

The second officer returned to the back of her car, triumphantly holding the keys to her gag. He told her to stand up, and face away from him. He reached up and unlocked the three padlocks that were securing the harness. Only after all three were lying on the trunk did he un-buckle the straps and remove the gag from her sore mouth. Aimee was still working her jaw when the first officer came back from his cruiser.

He announced that he’d just gotten off the phone with Lee County Sheriff’s Department, and apparently, she was Deputy Aimee Mills. He quickly released her from the handcuffs, and apologized. Aimee was a little stunned, everything had happened so fast. She wanted to be mad, but more than that, she was relieved to be out from under the clutches of Officer Baker. They let her leave, but only after the young second officer, who introduced himself as Joe McCoy, gave her his phone number. Officer Baker also offered her number, and to, “finish the strip search,” but Deputy Mills politely declined her. She grabbed her harness gag and locks, retreated to her civic, and with a shift of the dildo, was on her way.

When LJ called that night, she told him what happened. He thought it was hilarious. He told her to think about that next time she got all high and mighty when she searched somebody. She protested that when she did a search it was part of her job, and she treated it that way. He replied that it was easy to see it that way from her side, but not from his. She admitted that that was possible. LJ told her that he’d see her tomorrow, and hung up.

She wore the ‘Tits and Ass’ outfit on detail, and to her mortification, LJ insisted on re-enacting her humiliating search. Aimee ended up having to ‘bribe’ her way out of a ticket by letting him fuck her, not that she wasn’t good and ready by the time he got around to it.

Two days later the package from Dianne’s Restraints arrived. It was a chastity belt, made of stainless steel, with a neoprene rubber lining, so it could be worn for long periods of time. She followed the instructions to put it on, even locking it. She wore it to work that night. LJ loved it, and since she had the key, he could take it off of her and fuck her.

The next day, which was the day before LJ’s court date, she wore a butterfly vibrator under the chastity belt to work. Per LJ’s instructions, she left the key at home. The butterfly was battery powered and remote operated. She had smuggled LJ the remote several days ago, before she had even gotten the chastity belt. She couldn’t even touch the butterfly, since it was under the chastity belt. Aimee was pretty sure what LJ had in mind. The first thing her shift had to do after coming on duty was to conduct a physical count of all prisoners. Aimee was counting one of the female dorms when it hit her; the butterfly that is. She gasped and tried to control herself. She looked around for whoever had the remote, but they were all standing and perfect attention; except for the few that heard her gasp, they were watching her out of the corner of their eyes. Aimee quickly finished the count, while trying to regain her composure. They moved to the next dorm and started counting it. The butterfly started again. Aimee was even more shocked the second time. The remote only had a range of about twenty feet, and with the thick concrete walls, there was no way it could work in both dorms. The confused and aroused Deputy managed to finish that count, and moved to the last dorm that her partner and her had to count.

It was the women’s maximum security dorm. There were only thirteen prisoners in it, so it didn’t take long to count. Aimee made it out without the butterfly going off. She was taking the count paperwork to the main control room when the butterfly went off again. She was still nowhere near LJ’s dorm. She dropped off the paperwork and retreated to the intake area. Every time she went to do security checks, the butterfly buzzed a few seconds. Finally, she left with LJ for his detail.

She asked him who he had given the remote to, and smiling, he replied, “Which one?” He went on to tell her that a buddy on the inside had made several remotes, and that he (LJ) had given them to some people that he could trust. Aimee begged him to get them back. She told him that if her mom found out about what was going on, she would have to fire her. LJ told her that he’d think about it. Since she was belted, she had to satisfy him with a blowjob. He rewarded her by keeping the butterfly buzzing till she came. She dropped him off with the gate deputy, and went home.

The next day, she dressed in one of the more conservative outfits from Bodies and attended LJ’s court hearing. Much to his, and her delight, the judge sentenced him to time served, and he walked out a free man. He left with his grandmother; he would be living with her, but spending most of his time at Aimee’s. Aimee went and picked him up, and took him to her place. They found time for a quickie before she left for work, and he made her even happier by bringing seven homemade remotes to her butterfly.

A forty something woman that was serving ten months for possession replaced LJ on detail. Several days went by. Aimee was getting fucked pretty much non-stop at home, but somehow missed the excitement of doing it at work. LJ, on the other hand, had gotten his share of the profits from Aimee’s calendar shoot. True to his word, he had given Aimee several thousand dollars to help with her credit card debt, with the promise of more. Life was good for about a week.

Then her mother, the sheriff called her. She was furious at Aimee. She asked her daughter why the hell there was a giant billboard three hundred feet from the jail’s rec yard with her dressed like a slut handcuffed while some black man groped her ass? Aimee was dumbfounded for a moment. Then her mother asked her what the hell Tray’s fat customs was, and it clicked. The calendar shoot. Her wearing the fetish cop uniform and being handcuffed while Tre’ grabbed her ass. Shit, every prisoner would see the billboard. Her car was right next to her in the picture. They would all know that it was her. Deputy Aimee Mills. The sheriff’s daughter. Aimee must have missed something her mom said. Aimee told her that she could explain. Then she realized that she couldn’t. She couldn’t tell her mother that she had been having sex with a prisoner. That he had made her get that shit done to her car. That in order to pay for it, she had to do a practically x-rated calendar shoot for the owner of the shop. She told her mom that she would call her back, and hung up.

She went to LJ. He muted his new big screen that was in her living room to listen to her. He was pissed too. Tre’ was fucking with his game. He called up is homeboy and told him about the billboard. Tre’ was very apologetic. He explained to LJ that the ad company was placing the billboards, not him. He promised to make them take it down, and LJ told him to make it fast.

Ten minutes later, Tre’ called back and said that the billboard would be down by tomorrow, and that the ad company had already gotten a call from a Sheriff Mills of Lee County threatening a lawsuit over it. LJ thanked him and told Aimee the good news. Aimee called her mother back and told her that the billboard would be coming down by tomorrow. She didn’t mention Tre’ or LJ. Her mother told her to take the day off, but come see her in her office tomorrow.

As Aimee sat in her mom’s office, she tried to keep images of LJ fucking her on the desk out of her mind. As well as in the chair her mother was sitting in. Sheriff Mills told Aimee that she wasn’t going to fire her, even though anybody else, she would have over something like this. It was an embarrassment to the department, and an embarrassment to her. She told Aimee that she would limit her contact with prisoners, and the public. That meant that she would be working in a control room at the jail everyday, for the foreseeable future. Sheriff Mills went on to tell her daughter that this would cost her votes in her re-election next year, but she felt like she could survive it. Aimee thought so too, her dad had been sheriff for almost thirty years before he died, and her mom for another six. Then her mother asked her point blank if she had been having sex with LJ on his detail. Aimee hesitated a moment, then replied by asking her how she knew. That answered her mother’s question, albeit not directly. She replied that a mother could just tell, and that she wanted Aimee to be happy. Aimee thanked her, and after a hug, left.

Aimee called LJ and told him what happened, and that her mom knew about them. He seemed relieved not to have to hide their relationship anymore, and told her that he was moving in. Aimee told him that that would be great. Then LJ told her that he had another photo shoot lined up for her, and that he would make sure there wasn’t another ‘mistake’ like the billboard. Aimee asked him if she could think about it, and he agreed.

A week later Aimee did the photo shoot for Tre’. His business was booming. Every stall had a car in it, with several more in the back waiting to be pulled in. As Tre’ was showing LJ and her around, he told them that he was buying the abandoned store next to the shop, and that would more than triple is square footage. Aimee got one grand this time, plus a twenty percent share of the sales of the cd’s and videos. LJ and Tre’ got forty each. Tre’ told them that if the first shoot was anything to go by, profits would be in the in the high four figure range.

Working in the control room was so boring. Just pressing buttons to open doors all day. Usually only old or otherwise incapacitated deputies worked in them. LJ made her wear her chastity belt to work everyday, saying that he didn’t want some studdly prisoner to seduce her. After a few weeks of struggling to keep boredom at bay, Aimee started writing a story. What else to write about but what could happen when you don’t double check the gender of a prisoner before you send a deputy on a seven hour drive to transport him.

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