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Maintenance 8 - Daria Werbowy

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“Daddy said you were a good worker. But I’ll decide just how good. You know what I want…..start at the heels and we’ll take it from there.”

Captured maintenance man

Jade couldn’t have been more pleased with herself.

She’d been getting dressed to go out with her boyfriend, trying to look her sexiest so she would be as enticing as possible while she raised the possibility of him submitting to a female-led relationship. She had just put on her leather pants when she heard someone enter her apartment using a key. Knitting her brow, she’d stepped into the hallway and saw a man wearing white and wearing a black hood over his face.

For some reason, Jade recognized him. His face was concealed, but the build on the apartment complex’s maintenance man, complete with the white work clothes he was wearing, gave him away.

“Larry?” She asked. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?”

The male, who’d been moving toward her, halted when his name was called out. Jade, who’d felt a small frisson of fear when she’d initially noticed the intruder, started to feel confident. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing to say for yourself?” She pressed. “Get on your knees and put your hands on your head.”

The male took one more halting step forward, as if in his own mind, he’d come here to terrorize the girl, maybe even rape her, but now that she wasn’t cowering in fear, his male mind didn’t know what to do. Her eyes flashed.

“Did I stutter? Obviously you’re not scaring me. Knock off the theatrics and surrender, now! On your knees and hands on your head.”

Again, he halted, and Jade thought she saw a bulge growing in his pants. He sank to his knees and slowly put his hands on his head.

“Don’t you move a muscle, loser!” She said.

The young woman went to her bedroom and got her handcuffs from the nightstand - she’d been planning on using those tonight to enforce her new FLR with her boyfriend - and she moved to Larry. She stood before him.

“Hands!”

He held out his hands slowly, and she locked the handcuffs around his wrists in the front. She reached down and removed his belt, then wrapped it around his neck.

“Look at yourself in that mirror, loser,” Jade directed. “Such a big, scary guy, captured by a girl.”

The male burst into tears and bent forward, his face low. Jade put one of her bare feet toward his face, aimed her camera at the mirror, and took a picture. 

“Kiss my feet, wimp,” she said derisively. “Maybe I won’t call the police.”

She saw Larry’s hooded face turn toward her feet, and she took another photo. She smiled to herself - of course she was going to call the police, but she was certainly going to be recreating this pose and moment with her boyfriend later. As the intruder kissed her feet, Jade very pleased with herself for having accomplished this capture.

Assertive Young Ladies #22

Last Day

This was it. It was time to transfer the money and disappear. It would be my last day at work. I was nervous, naturally, but not expecting any trouble. I arrived at the office at the normal time, went to my computer, and started transferring the money from the business account to a personal one. I left as this was happening, locking my office door to go use the bathroom, then headed back to the office.

I hadn't even noticed the door was no longer locked when I entered, and halted at the door to see the company fraud investigator, Cynthia Lockwood, sitting in my chair, her booted legs crossed as she looked at me with a smile.

"Well, well, this is very interesting, Ryan," she said. "Obviously I have caught you stealing, but I had a look around inside your computer and found some very interesting things as well."

I blushed and trembled, rooted to the spot. I should run, I should fight, but I knew I was caught, and was about to be very embarrassed.

"Apparently you fantasize about being arrested by a woman," she told me. "And fantasize about being spanked by one."

She laughed at my blush. "Well, sir, as of this moment, you are under arrest. Step over to that wall and put your hands on it."

I shook, wanting to burst into tears. I'd been so close to pulling this off, only to be caught by the female investigator. As I walked on shaky legs, knowing I was taking my last free steps, I reflected - was there a part of me that wanted this to happen?

She moved behind me as I put my hands on the wall, and she searched me VERY thoroughly, finding the shameful evidence of my arousal. "Hands behind your back."

I obeyed, and I heard the clicks as the woman handcuffed me. She double-locked the handcuffs and pressed me to the wall.

"I should bare your bottom and spank you right now like those women in the pictures," she mocked. "But that wouldn't be very professional. So you'll have to stay content with the female officer who's on the way to take you to jail."

A single tear escaped my eyes. Yes, I'd fantasized about being arrested by a woman, but now that it was happening, the shame was overwhelming me.