Shannon took in her mostly nude reflection in the full-length mirror. She could be, and was, self-conscious most of the time about her appearance. She hated the way her nose tilted to one side. The way her hair never quite fell right no matter what part she tried. She wished she had a flatter tummy, and didn’t like how knobby her knees were. Right now, though, she could actually ignore all of that. She was simply too excited to care.
It was finally cold enough to do one of her favorite…hobbies? Pastimes? None of those quite fit the kinky journey she was about to embark upon. What would one call walking in hidden bondage while in public? Shannon chuckled to herself in the silent apartment. Her coworkers at the insurance company would never believe quiet little Shannon was a bit of a kinky risk taker like this. Their heads, along with everyone else’s that knew her, would likely explode over the walk she was about to take.
Shannon ran her fingers down and around the rope harness she had fashioned across her body. She traced the crisscrossing rope as it wound around her body. Guidelines of pleasures to be felt. Memories of past naughty expeditions parading through her mind. From the first nocturnal walk around campus back at uni years ago to her twelve-hour marathon winter before last at a construction site when she had needed to wait for an unexpected late-night construction crew to leave. That had been a glorious nightmare of her crouching and freezing her tits off in a half-built office building.
Today, the plan was far simpler and far safer. A short stroll through the large park just a few blocks from her house. A trip she had done many times in the past few years. Even so, she felt electric at the prospect of being pretty much nude and bound in public, save for her disguise. Shannon wasn’t an exhibitionist. She dressed quite conservatively at work and at home. These walks fed instead into two very distinct fantasies she had.
One, the prospect of being tightly tied without anyone around her knowing, was oddly arousing. Her little secret from the world. The adrenaline of hiding her kinkiness in public was wonderful. And second, and more importantly, it played to the dark fantasy she had about being discovered in said lewd state. The idea of being found out to be the little perverted slut she was inside held an untold eroticism for her like nothing else. The idea of how such a revelation would destroy her sanitized and boring life, causing irrevocable harm and permanently humiliating her, made her wet without fail. The danger of it was intoxicating, inebriating her rational brain, but there was also a promise of liberation if she were ever found out. That this carefully hidden part of her could finally see the light of day. As humiliating as it would be, she could be her inner self if the worst happened. To fly her fetish flag without fear anymore.
Her hands massaged entwined breasts, her teeth faintly pressing into her lips. The idea of discovery made these fettered sojourns into the outside world worth it. Still, the truth was that such a public reveal was mere fantasy. She didn’t actually want the embarrassment, at least she didn’t think she did, of being outed as a kinky pervert. Only the threat of it. One hand had worked down toward the heated space between her legs trapped under biting rope as the fantasy lit her desire up.
Before her hand found what it was seeking, Shannon caught herself. Her lust threatened to turn this from a bondage walk into some home self-play. That would be fun for sure, but no, she had waited all fall for it to get cold enough to wear her trenchcoat disguise without raising suspicions. She wasn’t going to pass that up for yet another, albeit fun, night at home in self-bondage.
She turned one way and then the other, inspecting the rope cuffs she had integrated into the back of the harness. They were properly set so once the last of her other preparations were in place, she could slip her wrists through and tighten them herself, holding her bound until she reached her hidden release in the park. She reached for the coat on the rack. Leaning and stretching, she felt the dildo inside her sex and the anal beads in her rear shift. Both were quite large, not the largest she had ever tried by any means, but they left her feeling full with any twist or step. It would be a perfect perverse reminder on her trip.
She’d tried vibrators before, but her cautious brain, if you could call walking in hidden bondage cautious in any sane way, she supposed, had decided they were too loud to utilize in busy public spaces as they could attract unwanted attention. Such things were relegated to only nighttime outdoor escapades when fewer people were about. For today, the less buzzy friends would have to keep her entertained, held in place by the ropes cutting between her cheeks and lower lips.
She pulled the coat over her shoulders with an excited shiver. The arms were sewn into the front pockets and stuffed to look like real arms. It was quite convincing; she thought proudly of her handiwork. She left the modified coat open for the moment, only doing the top button so it wouldn’t slide off as she finished the next few steps. She ran her hands over the smooth pasties covering her nipples one more time to ensure they were on, of course, and not for any other reason. She would have preferred to walk with some sort of clamps instead, but it was another questionable precaution she took on these trips. The idea, in her head at least, was that if somehow she was caught, then hopefully the stick-on latex discs, and the rope doubled over her ladyhood, might, keyword might, prevent her from getting arrested for public nudity. Shannon knew it probably wouldn’t, but it at least made her feel a tiny bit safe in what was intentionally a risky endeavor.
She did a final set of tugs on various points of her body harness to ensure it was properly set. Then she lifted a cloth face mask, once again self-modified. She had worked out a way to integrate a silicone two-inch ball into the inside of the cloth mask. She pressed the ball past her teeth and slid the mask on, looping it over each ear. She reached back for the second alteration to the face mask, tying a string behind her head tightly to make sure the mask couldn’t be forced off. It pulled the hidden ball deeper into her mouth and she groaned slightly at the discomfort. Satisfied it wouldn’t be coming off without her direct intervention; she draped and arranged her long wavy brunette tresses over the string to hide it. One of the silver linings about flu season starting was she wouldn’t seem out of place wearing the facemask.
Next were her high heels. She slipped them on, but had to brace herself against the wall to not teeter over. They were unflashy professional heels. Since it was only a short walk today, they would be manageable. Plus, they would make her bare and exposed legs look so good. It would be a great way to get any men and maybe, hopefully, a few women to look her way as she trotted down the sidewalk and pathways today. The push and pull of wanting her bondage to remain discreet, but also to be seen by others in order to fantasize about being discovered, was a truly constant and perplexing war in her lusting mind.
Now for the sunglasses, she thought. These, too, were modified. She had blacked out most of the lenses, leaving only a few small specks to view the world through, greatly reducing her sight. It helped make her feel even more helpless. They were awkward to place thanks to the facemask loops, but the specially tinted glasses settled in place as they had so many times before.
She buttoned the trenchcoat nearly the whole way. Stepping to the front door, she took a sharp, stifled inhale through her covered nose. She was ready. She had done this plenty of times before and loved doing it, but it still took a certain summoning of courage atypical to her life to make that final plunge every time. She was about to walk out when a sudden panic hit her. She had nearly forgotten to confirm her key was in the interior pocket of the coat where she normally kept it. She patted the inside and felt the comforting and familiar outline of her apartment key.
The moment left her unsettled. How had she forgotten such a vital - key, one might punnily point out - aspect of her fun time? Not wanting to talk herself out of the walk, as she had done other times, she opened the door and rushed out into the hall. She hastily closed up the final buttons of the trenchcoat and withdrew her arms inside as the door slammed shut behind her. She slipped her wrists into the awaiting ropes, and with a tug, cinched them tight. There would be no escape now without the safety scissors nestled far away among the roots of a specific tree.
Well, she could probably shimmy the coat off, retrieve the key, and open the door back into her apartment, but with how long that would take, she would certainly be spotted and exposed to her neighbors. No, it was time to have her long-awaited seasonal fun. She walked briskly and with a renewed confidence to the elevator, where she joined two other tenants riding the contraption to the lobby. Her first real thrill of the day.
It looked like the old man from two floors up, Mr. Harris. He was sweet but wasn’t fully there mentally anymore, and with him was his adult son who Shannon couldn’t quite remember his name. They nodded to her and she back. Thankfully, neither tried to make small talk, nor did they seem to notice anything amiss with her. All the same, by the time the trio exited through the lobby, Shannon’s heart raced, sweat beading at her temples, and her lower lips growing slick with arousal. The nameless adult son even held the door for her, none the wiser to her restrained state. A sweet gesture bereft of any ulterior motive. She nodded her thanks, feeling guilty she couldn’t actually say thank you.
Now out on the street, it was mid-morning on a weekday, so the sidewalk wasn’t particularly busy. She turned right and strutted towards her goal confidently. Her heels clacking against concrete. She felt the intruders shift with every step, felt the tug of rope against her skin in certain places. This felt so invigorating, to be out, secretly bound. She had missed this feeling. It just couldn’t be replicated. The naughtiness, the daring danger of discovery. The first few blocks flew by in a blur of excitement and joy.
She passed relatively few people along her path. The first being a man walking his dog. Disappointingly, he seemed too enraptured by his phone to take notice of Shannon or her bare legs. The pair's only acknowledgement coming from the canine sneezing with indifference in her general direction. The others she met along the way weren’t much better, with Shannon barely garnering a second glance. If she weren’t so giddy to once more be sneakily parading about in bondage, she might have been disappointed, or even offended.
That initial elation abated some as she neared the park, and she became aware of just how cold it really had gotten today. Her unprotected lower legs feeling the brunt of the frigid air. She cursed herself for not thinking to wear at least some leggings, pantyhose, or something to help with the cold. But there was nothing to be done at present. As she entered the park, she passed two older women heading out. They seemed unaware of her as well, but Shannon held her breath when suddenly a gust of chilly air threatened to blow the coat up.
Her heart skipped a beat as the material fluttered in the air, the cold rising up her bare thighs towards her rope covered wet sex. Shannon hurried past the grannies in shame, fearful they had seen not just her bare goose pimpled flesh, but the obscenely placed ropes. She didn’t look back, power walking with all the rapidity she could muster, barely holding herself back from running, something that would only expose her more. Once a good quarter mile along one of the paved trails, she slowed and turned back to see if anyone was pursuing her. To her relief, no one seemed to be, not even the judgmental grannies. That was both too close and not close enough, she chuckled to herself; the laugh muffled by cloth and silicone.
The day was bright and crisp. She had planned to walk around for at least a couple hours, but realizing how cold it actually was, Shannon decided a shorter circuit was in order. Plus, her little panic had already made the heels hurt her feet. Today was going to be a delight, she thought, nearly moaning at the friction of the rope and the shifting of her lower intruders.
Officer Hastings, Ashley or Ash to her few friends, yawned in the cool morning air as she leaned against a railing, watching the slow cavalcade of senior citizens, dog walkers, and cyclists move past along the park trails. Normally, she would have a partner with her for the park patrol duty, but they had been shorthanded this shift, so Ashley had volunteered to go it alone. The worst she’d probably face was a panhandler just pestering folks for some change or an irate Karen demanding to know why Ashley wasn’t enforcing the dog leash ordinance.
It was an easy shift. Nice and boring. It let her mind wander over more interesting thoughts, to what she might get up to once she was back home tonight. Cadence had moved out finally after their horrible fight a few weeks ago, so her place would be mercifully quiet for the first time in forever. A couple of the other officers, knowing she was a free woman once more, had invited her out for drinks tonight, but she turned them down. She had her own plans. She was looking forward to shoving a vibrator up her pussy, clicking it to max, gagging herself, and finally cuffing her hands behind her back. A nice fun night in all to herself.
The thought of shackling herself while she careened through orgasm after orgasm in her reclaimed house sounded like just the medicine she needed. Fuck Cadence! She was perfectly happy to take care of her own needs. She was a grown ass woman and knew her body better than that lying harlot ever had.
She paused. Okay, Ash, who says harlot nowadays? she asked herself. Damn, though she could almost feel the cold steel on her hands already. She then let out a loud, hearty laugh as she realized she had been caressing the cuffs on her duty belt while daydreaming about her self-bondage ecstasy. Apparently, the chuckle was loud enough to scare two older ladies as they walked past. Ash reddened. Focus, woman! You are on duty and you never know when things are going to go sideways; she reminded herself.
She straightened and started walking the opposite direction from the judgmental duo towards the park’s pond. Max, an intransigent who frequented the park, was probably there. He refused to go to the shelters even as temps dipped below freezing. Ashley figured she would check on him to make sure he was okay with how cold it had gotten last night. She’d see too if he had eaten anything. If not, she had a breakfast sandwich back in her parked patrol car he could have.
A few minutes later, she found him sitting outside of the public restrooms near the pond. He was happily chomping away at a still steaming breakfast burrito. Someone had beaten her to feeding the poor man. Seeing her approach, he waved to her, revealing a mouth full of rotting, yellowed teeth covered in salsa and egg. Sadness gripped the officer. She wished there was more she could do for him. All she could really offer at the moment was letting him stay where he was and giving him a conversation partner for a bit.
They started chatting as they had many times before. He seemed to be doing okay. He wasn’t a bad person, just someone who’d gotten addicted to the wrong substances. He even offered some intelligence about who had been spray painting the fountain. Ash took notes down in a small notepad she kept on her. In truth, trail cameras had caught the hooligans clear as could be, but she didn’t have the heart to tell the man his assistance was two days too late. He was so happy to be able to help her out.
Officer Hastings’ radio interrupted the friendly conversation, though. Excusing herself, Ash stepped away with a sigh, wondering what pointless complaint she would investigate today. Dispatch informed her that a pair of women had reported a suspicious character entering the park. She had to snort at it. There were always so-called suspicious people. She had a sneaking suspicion the Karens today were the older ladies who had glared at her a while ago. They probably were overblowing the situation, but it was still her job.
Ashley asked for the details. The description given was slightly surprising. Instead, of some random guy or person of color, the suspect was detailed as being late twenties or early thirties like herself, female, wearing a trenchcoat, dark wavy hair, sunglasses and a cloth facemask with a shorter petite build. Not the prototypical, I’m a privileged white woman and I don’t like people who don’t look like me target. There was something intriguing to her mind about this call.
The person of interest was reported at the western entrance to the park headed north, so Ashley waved goodbye to Max and set out in search of the woman terrorizing the Karens and their sensibilities. It was a fairly quiet walk. Ashley kept her eyes open for the suspect, but was taking her time strolling through the park. She really didn’t feel a sense of urgency.
After all, there was a solid chance this person was already gon…And there she was! A feminine figure in a tan trenchcoat, with wavy brown hair. Instantly, Ash’s eyes turned to the woman’s bare legs. The stranger’s high heels were making her legs look so attractive. Oh, come on Ash! You are recently out of a toxic relationship, and she is a potential suspect. Pay attention!
You are! The devil on her shoulder quietly whispered.
Shaking the intrusive thoughts, officer Hastings fell back into observation mode, hanging back thirty or so feet as she inspected the woman. Her arms were tucked into her pockets. Potential for a weapon, but not really an odd visual since it was cold out…but then again…the more Ash watched those arms, the more she realized there was no way they were the woman’s actual ones. There was no bulge in her pockets of anything, neither weapon nor even a human hand. And those arms themselves. They were too stiff, too rigid and unflinching. So where was miss trenchcoat’s arms? Well, there was a slight swell at the back of the coat. Her hands might be clasped there. If so, why? A perverse, intrusive thought coming to her mind. She tried to push it out as preposterous. But, perhaps?…No, it couldn’t be.
She kept following the woman for ten minutes, equal parts intrigued and suspicious. The Karens were right that she seemed odd, but that was less concerning and more curious to Ashley’s mind. During that time, she noticed the woman’s gait was tighter than it should be. Trying to keep something in? the police officer wondered wryly.
Every so often they would pass a good-looking jogger or cyclist, and whenever they seemed to be female, the stranger in a coat made a concerted effort to watch them go by in the most unsubtle method possible, turning her entire head and even her shoulders to view the passing feminine physiques. Besides telling her about this person’s potential preferences, it also gave officer Hastings an unobstructed view of the woman’s profile. She was indeed wearing dark sunglasses and a face covering. The mask looked damp though, like it was soaked in something. The mask and glasses gave her an air of dark mystery.
Eventually, the odd lady stopped and looked about. Ashley scrambled to stay out of her field of vision. By some miracle, the officer evaded the suspect’s gaze. Once satisfied, hidden arms McGhee trotted off with the same labored strides along a smaller unofficial footpath.
And where are you going, masked cutie?
Officer Hastings checked her surroundings. No one seemed to be paying attention. This might prove to be a particularly unique opportunity. Or an arrest. Time would tell. Ash tried to stay alert, but as she walked, her mind was mesmerized by the swaying figure. The mystery woman was worming her way into flights of fantasy in the flailing mind of the flustered officer.
When Miss trenchcoat turned once more down an even less trod path, Ashley decided it was time to act.
Shannon felt her legs and feet hurting. The trip had been more painful than she remembered, and the discomfort inside her was not exactly great either, as the dildo was in need of new lubrication. Her trek had been fruitful, though all the same. Several men and at least one cute lady jogger had checked her out. Each time had felt amazing. Their leering gazes, unaware of her vulnerable and lewd state, but each obviously lusting after her. Any attention boosted both her confidence and her arousal, but the one woman to take notice of her, a sporty redhead, was definitely the most appreciated.
After checking that no one was following her, she turned off the main paved trail toward the footpath that would eventually take her by her hideout and her release. As she worked her way on uneven ground towards her hidden safety scissors, an authoritative voice caught her attention.
“Ma’am. Ma’am, I need to ask you some questions!”
Shannon froze on the spot. No! Someone wanted to speak to her. But who would bother her dressed as she was and in this remote of a location? She heard footsteps growing nearer. She spun to see through limited vision a female police officer slowly coming towards her. Where had she come from? And why did she want to talk? thought Shannon fearfully.
More importantly, how would Shannon be able to respond? She was gagged, after all. Panic consumed her mind. No, no, no. This wasn’t meant to happen! And the police, no less. Any pretense of enjoying being caught evaporated in that moment. She didn’t want to go to jail. She didn’t want to lose her job, to be outed like this. No!
She spun on her high heels. Without thought, she started running as fast as she could further down the footpath away from her safety release. I have to get away. Lead her somewhere else so I can double back and free myself. Just get away for now, she reminded herself. She kicked off her heels to gain speed. The ground was terribly tormenting on her now bare feet, but with the shoes gone, she could really run.
She huffed past her gag and mask, soaked through with drool. Her coat fluttered behind her. Each step caused her body to shudder slightly as the dildo and beads shifted and shook within. Right now, that didn’t matter. She had to escape. But later she’d be awfully sore for certain. She felt rocks and fallen branches bite into her tender feet. Other branches catching and pulling at her coat and legs. Scratches blooming across her thighs. Her sunglasses disappeared somewhere during the flight.
She had to get away. She darted down one path, then another until eventually her legs tired. The adrenaline faded, and she found a dense patch of bushes to hide in. Crouched and tired, she shut her eyes, fearing she might hear the commanding police officer’s words again. Shivering and hiding, Shannon had to admit the officer's voice had been both authoritative and pretty. Come on, Shannon, focus! You are trying to escape being arrested, not looking for a date! She'd never been in trouble with the law before. She was having a hard time slowing her breaths. She tried reassuring herself everything was going to be fine.
As her breathing finally calmed, she risked opening her eyes. She was near the main path once more. She could hear the cyclists, runners, and dogs. She gathered herself. Small stinging sensations riddled her bare legs. Her feet felt bruised and pained. Her coat had taken a beating as well. At least two of her coat’s buttons had even ripped, leaving her precariously on the precipice of exposing her harness and nudity to the world. It was a small miracle the coat hadn’t fallen away in her flight. She was shivering too, both from the cold, but also at how close she had come to ruining her life for this stupid kink. What have I been thinking?
She would need to be overly cautious now. She waited and waited, growing colder and more tired. She couldn’t feel her toes anymore. She rolled onto her side, trying to let her feet recover, flexing them to get the circulation going again. When that didn’t work, she exhaled through her nose in exasperation. She knew what she needed to do. Had to do.
She rolled back onto her knees and pulled herself up. She trudged slowly, cautiously back towards her secret place where the scissors were stashed. Hopefully, the policewoman had moved on. If she were lucky, her heels would be there, too. That hope was dashed when she made it back to where her escape had started. Shannon would have to walk home in the cold barefoot. An unpleasant experience. She was regretting not wearing more sensible shoes or at least some socks.
Gingerly, she stepped down the slope to the small quiet alcove of trees and bushes where she'd planted the scissors. There had been no sign of the police officer. She kept moving, feeling some relief that she hadn’t crossed paths with the other woman. By the time she reached her little hiding spot, Shannon was starting to feel some sense of normalcy when her world shattered again.
The scissors! They weren’t where she had left them. Where could they be? Maybe this was the wrong tree? she considered. She checked the roots of one, then another, and another tree. Frantically, she darted about, forgetting how cold and achy she was. The fucking things had vanished, been stolen, or evaporated. Shannon fell to her knees, realizing her escape was gone. Her only hope now was a slow, painful walk of shame home, and risk being discovered in the hallway of her apartment. She was actually going to be humiliated, exposed. Her eyes burned hot with tears. How had things turned on her so?
Oh, shit! The mysterious woman in the trenchcoat had bolted. At first Ash’s instinct was to pursue, but she held herself back. If she were right that the woman was in self-bondage under the coat, chasing her would likely end in the poor woman hurting herself. Instead, she looked around. The fleeing woman had kicked off her heels. Ashley picked them up. She would try to return them. It was way too cold to be out sans some kind of footwear. The question was, what to do now? It had been apparent the woman was trying to head off to the left, down the hill to the small stand of trees that young couples often used to make out. Maybe she had a friend waiting there or her release was that way.
Only one way to find out, the police officer mused.
Wandering down, she found the location empty. No one was there, so the suspected miss bondage walker did not have a partner planning to set her free. That meant there would be a key stashed here or something like that. There didn’t appear to be anything so obvious as keys dangling from a tree branch, so she started investigating more closely. She turned over the few stones present and nothing.
She was starting to reconsider her plan, but then she saw something in the corner of her vision. Something bright and unnatural sticking up from a root. Looking closer, she discovered a pair of safety scissors with orange handles. So, no keys or cuffs then. The woman must have used rope. That was kind of impressive to Ash, based on her own more ‘lock and key’ experiences.
The officer was certain now that the unknown lady would be returning here. She needed to meet this bold self-bondage queen. What was she like? She had to be interesting and self-confident if she was willing to put herself through this. Or maybe she was just coo-coo. There was no way to know, but Ashley just had to know. She yearned to meet someone who enjoyed bondage seemingly even more than her.
That was when the idea struck her. She would take the scissors, find a good hiding spot nearby, and wait for the woman to return. She figured she would let the lady sweat a little over the missing release, and then gently introduce herself. She quickly found a good position and started her surveillance. The plan actually worked well enough. It had taken the other woman ages to appear, but she had, as expected. Then when the unidentified trenchcoat woman realized the scissors were missing, she panicked.
Ash felt sorry for her, nearly springing to her rescue immediately, but she fought back the urge. She was thankful, too. This woman, whoever she was, proved to be extremely adorable as she darted around, looking for the missing piece to her escape. She was quite impressively thorough, too. Then the poor thing dropped to her knees and started bawling. That wasn’t the plan. Fuck!
The officer leapt from her hiding spot a few feet away. In place of her commanding professional voice, she tried a soothing one closer to her normal, everyday talk. “Hey, hey! It’s okay. I’ve got your release right here and your shoes. Let me help you.”
The crying woman looked up with her masked face, her large eyes no longer hidden by the sunglasses were glassy, wet, but dazzling in the sunlight. Ash froze for a second. The woman looked worried.
“No need to fret. I’m not here to arrest you or anything. Just want to help a fellow self-bondage enthusiast, is all. Promise.” Her genuine appeal seemed to help. The other woman nodded slightly, though looking more bewildered than ever. “Good, so may I approach, ma’am?” Ashley’s police voice seeping back in unconsciously. Again, the masked woman nodded. Approaching, the officer noticed the woman looked like hell, a messy beautiful hell, but hell nonetheless. Trail debris adorned every part of her, from the cute wavy brunette hair to her battered feet. Ashley hated that she had been the unintentional cause of such distress.
Ash plucked a few leaves and dirt from the woman’s hair as carefully as she could, then looked to remove the face mask she suspected hid a gag of some sort underneath since the woman remained silent even now. She untied a string hidden in the person’s hair. Pulling the mask free, she discovered that there was a ball gag integrated into the cloth mask. Quite clever. Either this woman had some ingenuity or she had connections to people who were. She guessed the former was more likely.
The woman curled into herself as she gave a timid thank you to Ash. Seeing the woman's face for the first time, the police officer felt flustered. The woman was quite pretty. Fair, unblemished skin. Darkly radiant if mist filled eyes. A nose that cutely crooked slightly to one side. Ash's free hand lifted to caress a tear-streaked cheek, but pulled back as she doubted herself.
Taking a breath to center herself, Ashley daintily as possible opened the trenchcoat to see about releasing whatever held this woman's hands bound. She instantly regretted it, for beneath the secretive, if soiled coat, was a cute body wrapped in a well-tied rope harness. She paused for a moment, shaking her head at how crazy this was. The other woman seemed tense, but wasn’t trying to stop her. Ash so wanted to kiss this kinky little public pervert and then take her home to have fun. Ideas of how she could restrain her fluttering through Ashley’s head.
The officer's fantasies were interrupted by the meekest of trembling voices asking, “You're going to arrest me, aren't you?”
Ash's heart melted away completely at the pitiful question. “Oh, no, sweetie. I'm not going to do that.” Ash felt embarrassed as she thought how dumb it was to call this stranger sweetie like they knew each other or something. “I'm just going to help set you free, and make sure you’re alright. I'm sure I frightened you. Sorry for that. I'm Ashley, or um, Ash, if you are feeling frisky, not that that matters.” The officer could feel herself sputtering, but on the bright side the bound woman seemed to relax ever so faintly, even letting a hint of a smile spread on her lips.
“Shannon,” the other woman offered before turning to expose her rope ensnared wrists.
“Nice to meet you,” Ash said awkwardly as she started cutting Shannon free. She was having a harder time than she should. Her hands didn't want to work right. She was rattled by this disheveled cutie she was helping. This isn't the time or place, she told herself.
What is happening? Shannon asked herself. The police officer who had found her wasn’t arresting her for public indecency, but was instead assisting her out of her self-inflicted plight. Ashley, as she'd awkwardly revealed her name to be, had even alluded to being into self-bondage herself. It left Shannon confused, thankful, and a little aroused? after all, Ash was…really good looking. A sharp jawline, honey blonde hair pulled tightly into a professional bun, kind green eyes. And then that uniform. Shannon had never understood why so many people found a person in uniform attractive, but oh boy did she right now.
Distracted, she barely registered Ash asking permission to check her for injuries, giving only a nod for assent. The policewoman was remarkably gentle but firm as she inspected and cleaned the small cuts on Shannon's legs. Heat and wetness were starting to return to the space between her legs. Shannon worried the officer would notice and point it out, but if Ash did, she politely said nothing.
Once done, the policewoman handed back her shoes and offered to walk her back. Shannon told her that wasn't necessary, though on the inside she wanted to scream yes. Pulling her coat tight, Shannon shivered. The lack of clothes was making the cold unbearable at this point. She turned away from Ashley quickly and tried to take a few steps, but her feet hurt so much and she stumbled. She would have fallen if the woman in blue hadn't caught her. Their eyes met.
“I think I'm going to insist that you let me help you.” Ashley's words had a kind command to them. Shannon relented to this woman’s understated authority that had nothing to do with Ash's profession and everything to do with her natural caring charisma. Continuing to shiver from the cold, her teeth chattering, Shannon's eyes went wide when a puffy police jacket wrapped around the trenchcoat already enveloping her.
“Sorry, I know it might call more attention to us, but you're way too cold,” Ashley said as she pulled Shannon close, rubbing her sides to warm her. Shannon looked down, unable to gaze at this kind woman holding her and helping her walk out of the park.
As they returned to the main pathway, Shannon was vaguely aware of people passing around them. One or two asking Ashley a question about what happened. Shannon, eyes still to the ground, realized she was indeed the focus of many people's attention, her bondage still hidden, but that was not the focus of her fantasies anymore. Instead, her brain kept imagining what it would be like to have the same gentle arms holding and comforting her now doing the same under warm bedsheets while Shannon squirmed in bondage. It was an absurd and insane thing to be thinking about right now, but she was thinking it all the same.
As they left the park proper, Shannon expected the officer and her jacket to depart, but instead a hushed voice asked, “Hey, if you are okay with it, I'm going to drive you home?” In truth, it felt less a question than a fact.
Shannon didn't try to argue, agreeing right away, finally looking back at Ash's face as she gave her address. The pretty policewoman gave her a small smile that made Shannon forget how sore and tired she was. Then Ashley's face changed to her surprise. Warm, reassuring confidence gone for a moment, replaced by an awkward uncertainty. Shannon was about to ask what was the matter, when Ash explained of her own volition. “This is a little awkward, but um, you'll have to ride in the back of the car where suspects do. Really sorry, and I promise I'm not taking you in.” Ash smiled weakly in a disarming way.
It honestly didn't bother Shannon. She believed Ashley wasn't going to arrest her now, and being locked in the back of a beautiful policewoman's car sounded rather intriguing to her.
Ashley helped her in. Sitting down drove the intruders deeper into Shannon, who gasped. A concerned but knowing Ash checked on her, but didn't press when Shannon said she was fine. Settling into the car, her heart jumped as the door slammed shut and the reality that she was safely locked in the police car with barred windows settled in. This was actually part of a number of her fantasies. She subtly tried to grind on the intruders, but stopped when Ashley sat in the driver's seat. There is definitely something wrong with me, Shannon chastised herself.
The drive to her apartment was awkward, silent. Both women stealing unnoticed longing looks at each other. For her part, Shannon bemoaned in her mind the lack of handcuffs during the short but exhilarating ride. The kindness and gentle control Shannon had so quickly come to expect from Ash continued as the officer helped her back to the apartment. She was grateful, giving Ash a tight, awkward hug before returning the officer's coat and stepping back into the safety of her own place.
She was about to shut the door when Ashley asked a final question. “Would it be okay if I come by after my shift ends? You know, just to, uh, check on how you're doing?”
Shannon tensed with excitement. “Um, definitely! I'd like that.” And before her face flushed with a blush, Shannon closed the door. She turned, resting her back against the door, slipping down to the floor to relieve her tired legs. A light laugh escaped her as she thought about the ludicrous day she'd had and the potentially great night ahead. Maybe Ash's offer to come back was purely innocent, but already Shannon's thoughts were racing with how she might be able to tilt the odds in her favor.
Today was far more eventful than Ashley had ever imagined. Back in her civvy clothes, she felt more nervous than she should standing outside Shannon's apartment door. She'd been here for probably 10 minutes trying to will herself to knock. It was silly. She shouldn't be like this. Just think of it as a wellness check, she reassured herself. A little friendly visit to ensure Shannon was okay after the ordeal today. There was no ulterior motive, she tried to convince herself, but she couldn't. In reality, she wanted to get to know this self-bondage queen. And maybe, depending on how that went, perhaps more?
That was ridiculous. Shannon probably doesn't feel the same attraction I felt towards her. We just met. You are just experiencing the aftereffects of the breakup; she reasoned. She hoped that maybe she could spend some time chatting with Shannon and, if she were lucky, even get the woman’s number. Then after some texting and a few meet ups to hang out, it might turn to something more. Or at least she could hope so. Fuck, I’m getting ahead of myself. It might be too much to ask for, and she had to admit she might not really be ready for anything more.
She took a few combat breaths to calm herself, and she knocked. No turning back now. She kept telling herself to remember that Shannon had a rough experience today, and to respect boundaries. She didn’t even know if Shannon played for the same team, though it had certainly seemed so. Even if she did, that really didn’t… Ashley’s spiraling thoughts stopped suddenly as the door opened, revealing a surprising visage. The shorter woman stood there, not in her trenchcoat or rope harness, or even in some comfy casual clothes. No, the woman was in a skimpy, sheer nighty, dark like her wavy hair that was pulled over one shoulder. Well, that answers if she’s interested in me. She had her cute face cocked to the side like some showgirl out of a bad black and white detective movie. “Hi there, officer. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been naughty, you see.” The words were clearly meant to sound sultry, but were honestly so cheesy they were sort of adorable.
Ash cocked her head, torn between laughing and kissing this weirdo. As if to help her make up her mind for her, Shannon produced a pair of handcuffs from…somewhere. “Maybe I need to be arrested, officer.” Ashley snorted, but pushed the silly woman back into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind them. In a fluid movement she seized the steel cuffs and twirled the half-dressed delightful deviant around and pressed her face first against the door. Gently, but with full control, she drew Shannon’s arms behind her and clicked the cuffs around the woman’s slender wrists.
Ash knew this was moving way too fast, but still she whispered, “Time to interrogate this little exhibitionist.” She tugged Shannon around to walk her to the bedroom as if it were an interrogation room, though she had no clue where that might be, actually. They had only taken a few short steps when her keen eye noticed how much Shannon was favoring one foot over the other. Likely an injury from earlier. Ash kicked herself mentally for not considering it. She halted their movement. “On second thought, I think I’m rescuing a poor victim instead.” Large dark eyes looked to her confused as Ashley whisked the handcuffed woman off her aching feet into a bridal carry. Shannon’s pale cheeks reddened, her teeth lightly pressing into her lips, and the bravado with which she had opened the door having faded to quiet uncertainty.
Ashley felt her own confidence surge. Taking care of someone always came naturally. Tonight might include restraints, but only enough to secure and make her charge safe. Otherwise, Ash planned to pamper Shannon with tenderness and care.