Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

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.

Missed court

My gut churned as the female police officer made her way out of the store toward her police vehicle. My throat was dry - I was more nervous than I’d ever been.

“Excuse me, Officer?” I managed with my suddenly-parched vocal cords.

She turned and smiled at me, very friendly and inviting. She was quite pretty, her police car was also visible in the background.

“What can I do for you sir?” She asked.

I was trembling. I was probably blushing with my nerves. “I need to ask a favor, Ma’am.”

“I’ll help if I can,” she told me.

“I was supposed to be in court yesterday for a traffic ticket and totally forgot about it,” I explained, still shaking. “Could you check to see if there is a warrant for me?”

“I can certainly help with that,” she said, still very friendly. “Please give me your identification.”

I handed her my driver’s license with trembling hands. She tucked it in her pocket and moved behind me.

“I need you to put your hands behind your back for me, sir,” she told me. “You’re awfully nervous and if there is a warrant, I don’t want you running. So I need to handcuff you and place you in my car while I run the warrant check.”

I suddenly wanted to run - what kind of mistake was I making here? - but I obeyed, and she handcuffed me, tightly, the clicks driving home that it was too late to turn back now.

She walked me to her car and placed me in the back seat. She didn’t close the door as she got out my driver’s license and raised her radio to her lips.

“Wait,” I said. “I don’t want you to check, Officer.”

“It’s too late for that, sir,” she said, still friendly. “You’ve done the right thing by checking for a warrant. I’m proud of you.”

She radioed my name and date of birth. I heard a female voice respond on the radio.

“Subject is wanted on a warrant for failure to appear.”

The female officer nodded. “10-4. Show me with one male in custody, en route to the jail.”

My heart sank. I wanted to cry. A crowd was gathering outside the store - witnesses to my humiliation.

“Step out for me, sir,” she said. I obeyed, and she placed me against the car. “Legs apart.”

I again obeyed. She searched me, a slow, methodical and comprehensive exploration of my clothing with her hands that was deeply humiliating. She then put me back in the car and belted me in place.

“It’s not the end of the world,” she told me. “I can see you’re regretting approaching me. But taking care of your warrant is the right thing to do. I know you don’t want to go to jail, but tomorrow a judge will see you and you can hopefully get this cleared up.”

She paused. “At this time it is my duty to inform you that you are now officially under arrest. I am taking you to jail. Do you have any questions?”

“No, Officer.”

She closed the door, and I watched her, miserable in the rear seat of her vehicle, walk around and get in the driver’s door. I was so ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, but it was too late for me now, I had turned myself in and been arrested by her, and was now her prisoner.