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The Dance

Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: partygirl20, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

He sat there, in the middle of the room. Darkness lingered. A single chair with nothing else within reach. Suddenly a light appeared in the middle of the room, just above him. "You've been a bad man," said a woman's voice in a low whisper. "You're going to have to pay." He was about to get up when she appeared from the corner. A tall slender woman with long brunette hair came out of the shadows. It looked like she was dressed as a police officer. She wore high heeled leather boots up to her knees, tight blue shorty shorts, and a button up blue shirt that displayed a badge. On her garter belt she had a small gun and in her hand was a long night stick. Despite all that she wore, his eyes were fixed on her cleavage popping out of her shirt. "You definitely have been a bad, bad man." She slowly slid the nightstick in her belt and stood in front of him. Suddenly he heard metal and focused on what was now inches from his face: handcuffs. The woman circled behind him and grabbed both his arms. "Now be good and rest your hands." At that she cuffed them to the back of the chair. When she finished, he was unable to move his body from the chair. She circled around to stand in front of him once again. Low music started from somewhere, with a slow beat. She leaned forward and touched his hair with her fingertips. Moving in closer, she whispered, "I am Officer Sarah and I'm here because you have been a naughty man." Before he could react, she backed away. "And I want to make sure you know ... who is in charge." He watched her place a hand on her waist, then slowly take her night stick from her belt. She created a circle around him as she walked, tapping the nightstick in her other hand and swaying to the beat of the music, which had become faster. After a few times around, she could tell he grew nervous. She stopped and was again in front of him. Quickly she reached out the night stick towards him, letting it rest between his knees. She heard a startled breath arise from him and moved it closer to him, not quite touching him. "Now you're going to do what I tell you, right?" she asked. He didn't do anything except nod. She was not happy with that reply, so she moved the stick until it touched him. "Your reply should be, 'Yes Officer Sarah.'" She pushed the night stick into his crotch, leaned close enough that he could feel her breath and demanded, "This time get it right. Are you going to do what I tell you?" There was a growing pain that he felt from the pressure of the night stick as he started to nod, but managed to answer, "Yes Officer Sarah." He was careful not to say it too loudly because he was afraid of what would happen next. She laughed and backed away. "Good, now I'm going to make you watch me as I dance." He sighed quietly. That wouldn't be difficult. The woman was very pretty and he always enjoyed watching women dance. She once again stepped within inches from him. Her breasts were in his face as she whispered to him, "You better control yourself. No ...