I started to pick my clothes, while officer Flint was thinking of an elegant way to manage the situation.
“Your colleague, is he in booking?”
“They brought him here, handcuffed in a car, I think so.”
“Stay here.”
She swiftly left the room. I sat on a chair and waited. As a matter of fact I had nothing to do. And also, if I stood still, the clamps were not hurting that much.
I think that I dozed off, from exhaustion, and all I can remember of the dreams were some sexualised fantasies where I was searching for the keys of those damned things, with the firm intention of being ravaged by the first aroused male that I should meet in the streets.
Then I dreamt of Stephanie, of what she had done to me the night before, of what I felt.
Was I a lesbian?
There was no clock in the room, so when officer Flint came back, I had no idea how long I had rested.
“You are lucky, he is in front of the judge, right now, he has offered to pay his fines, and he will be out in a hour, with all his belongings.”
She stopped for a second, then turned to me.
“Do you need anything? Can I help you?”
“No, thank you. I’m fine, just a little tired.”
She stood up, and left the room, as she returned, she carried two drinks, one for her and one for me.
“Ok, tell me your story. You seem like a successful girl, what makes you lock yourself in those things?”
My reply was at first, a laugh.
As she was looking puzzled at me, I just raised my hand and explained that this setup was not, and by far, the most outrageous I had worn during the previous days.
Then I told her of my encounter with Dawn, withholding some crucial details, like, for example, the real destination for the chastity harness, and then I explained to her the convention environment, and how I had shifted from driver to model in the span of a few days.
She was mulling my words, trying to understand my story, then she asked a simple yet complex question.
“Why?”
This time I got an answer.
“You see, beside the fact that I’m stuck without the key, what was the first word that came to your mind as you saw my device?”
“Metal. Armour. Science fiction.”
“I have the power, to deny anyone access to my body. I could walk back to the hotel, walking, without any clothes on, and be protected by whoever tried to assault me. Is it power or what?”
“Yes, but you can’t reach part of yourself. How can you be fine with some very important part closed in metal?”
“It may be closed to me, but it does not mean that I can’t get some pleasure.”
With that I winked with laughter.
“You mean….. something… into you….. locked.”
“Exactly.”
She blushed, I do not think I felt the impulse to blush. I had reached a state of security that made me shameless. I was clearly acting as if I had nothing to be ashamed of. And, as a matter of fact I had. I had asked to be close in the belt and the bra, I had asked Dawn to challenge me with the dildo and the clamps, it was my decision.
From that, I realized that I had nothing to be ashamed of.
And that transpired to her.
I understood that the whole thing was stirring something in her too, but I did not think it was more important than Lyll and those damned keys. The whole balls-in-the-pussy situation was getting on my nerves. Not to talk about the dull ache of my own nipples.
After a while, Lyll entered the room.
“Monica, I’m so sorry!!!!”
“You should be. Did you clear the situation?”
“Yes, there was just something to pay. I had not been given the sanction last time I was here and then there was a warrant for me.”
I asked officer Flint if we both were free to go, and as soon as she agreed, I picked Lyll by the elbow and jerked him off in the direction of my car.
Once inside, I scolded him.
“You got my keys with you!”
“Keys? What?
I picked up my shirt to jog his memory.
“Are you still wearing that?”
“Yes, all of it, damn.”
He started to search his pockets and he found a bunch of keys, and as soon as he found the right ones, he gave them to me.
Right there, in the parking lot in front of the police station, I lifted my shirt again and inserted the key in the hole, in the middle of the two breast domes.
Lyll was looking around worried if someone was able to spot what I was doing. The bra sprung open, baring my breast and my hands were quick on the nipple clamp on the right side. As I touched it, the engorged nipple hurt like hell.
Lyll was looking at what I was attempting and he stopped my hands.
“Let me help. Try not to scream or this time we are both ending up in jail.”
He started to massage my breast, keeping clear of the nipple, then he took the clamp in his hand and started to pry it open. The blood rushed in stinging like hell, but before I could say anything he went with his mouth right on the nipple and started to suck and massage it with his lips and his tongue.
The pain abated immediately and all I could do was put my hand on the back of his head and push him to me, if he ever had the idea to stop his action.
Apparently he was quite an expert, since his massage made me forget that I still had one clamp in place, and it woke up my pussy.
“Look, take the other one off and let’s go back to the hotel.”
As he proceeded I had another Idea, and my right hand went exploring in the general direction of his crotch, and it was greeted by a rock hard erection.
Another bout of pain and as I had recovered enough, I ordered him to leave the car and get to the driver’s seat. As I shifted in the passenger side, I closed the bra again. Without the clamps now it was bearable.
I got to my glove box, sure there was something I could use.
He stared at me as I fished out a condom from there.
“Ok, now you drive.”
As he put the car in gear, I started to work on his trousers, and opened the fly, then freed his engorged penis from his underwear, and swiftly unrolled the condom from the tip down the shaft.
Then I came down on him, sucking and licking, my tongue roaming on his dick. I could see his leg twitching in the throng of pleasure and i could hear his moanings and he was actively trying to flee but my head was pinning him to the seat.
I really cannot explain what took me, but I was pumping him in a kind of rage, fueled by my sheer lust.
He stopped in the hotel parking lot just as he came in the condom.
I stood up, and ordered.
“Ok, let’s go.”
He followed me after a summary redressing and once in the room he went directly into the bathroom, under the shower.
I fumbled with the keys and finally got the belt open, and the plug slided out without any effort, then I pried open the bra and finally I barged into the bathroom.
To Lyll’s surprise I entered the shower stall and pushed him to his knees. I forced his face on my crotch and he obliged. My vagina was so in need of attention that I got to the peak of orgasm in a matter of minutes.
Thinking about it later, I must have been transformed into a crazy nymphomaniac, to jump at him in that way. After all, I had known him that very morning and he could be a sociopath. As a matter of fact he was a crazy nymphomaniac as well.
As he got up, I could see his rock hard cock, and I literally straddle his midriff while he pushed me against the wall, and he started to pump with force.