The Entrapped

Those who can hear are intrigued... interacting with a woman... who would bother with me? What have I to offer?

The day finally ends and I prance... a young girl in love... to the wine store... then to home.

There I ice up the wine, disrobe and spend inordinate time on my makeup and nails. Sergeant Kelly wants me naked... and pretty.

The Vice Squad has an offsetting shift... beginning the day later than their compatriots... ending the day later. Very little vice to pursue early in the day. So my buzzer sounds near seven and I offer entry without exchanging words over the intercom.

I know who visits.

“Why look at you!” Sergeant Kelly gushes moments later as I swing open the apartment door.

She just stands without entering, knowing to let me blush, aware of the relative arousal as my hairless skin turns to pink, my circulation rushing. I have added rouge to my nipples and empty scrotal sac, highlighting where her fingers grazed over the vestiges of the doctor’s openings.

“Such a cute little naked girl to greet me.”

For some reason I curtsy. I don’t know why. It just seems appropriate. Finally Sergeant Kelly steps within, satisfied that she has spurred the cascade of senses and emotions leading to a drooling member.

As she unwinds... gun belt unbuckled, badge dislodged, hand cuffs withdrawn, all placed on a credenza near the door... I dash to the kitchen, open and pour two glasses of wine. When I return carrying on a tray, she feigns concern.

“Two glasses? Little girls don’t drink,” she politely admonishes.

I offer her glass then return mine to the kitchen. As always with a domineering woman, I am obedient... and learning... and open to the whims of she who controls.

She sits on my couch and points... to her shoes. Not stylish, practicality required in patrolling many acres of park. I go to my knees and begin to untie the shoe laces.

“No silly girl, I want them cleaned first.”

I rise to retrieve a wet cloth and a strong hand moves to my shoulder, pressing me back to the carpet.

“With your tongue,” offered with a smile but a firm no nonsense tone.

I am careful in complying, having spent the past hour making myself look pretty for her, not wishing to smear anything.

“You must remember, Renee. I watched you in the park the other day. Saw more of your act... and your inducement... than you think... lifting your little skirt... then swishing that barnyard tongue of yours... touching it to your nose... naughty little girl.”

I smile sheepishly. The doctor’s quick scalpel did imbue certain talents... and my tongue usually seals the deal... so to speak... after flashing my charms.

And so I learn how Sergeant Kelly likes be served... most obsequiously... without an iota of compassion or concern for my dignity... having me lick clean her shoes while relaxing with a glass of wine.

Minutes pass, a second glass of wine is presented, and then it is back to my knees to remove the shoes and begin foot massage. It is much appreciated. When I bend lower and kiss, she insists that I reach up beneath her skirt, roll down her stockings and begin laving her bare feet with my tongue as well.

“Oral

servitude... very important.”

She sips... I lick, finding that touching a woman there... under her skirt... brings new joy.

“You have your penis tied down again, Renee,” she notes.

I pause to nod.

“You don’t like showing it to me?”

A hand lowers to tug on my left ear, signaling an end to the oral servitude.

“It shows... makes a bump in my panties,” I explain.

“But you don’t have panties on. I want you naked when I am here and you’re serving me. It makes you feel better. Very docile... very meek... very subservient. A girly boy like you enjoys that.”