BUSTED! Ch. 02

At a pair of massive oak doors they paused and the policewoman moved behind her and removed the cuffs.

"When we go in I'm going to escort you to the defense table and leave you there with your public defender while I go to the gallery and wait to be called. You should have 2 or 3 minutes to talk to your lawyer but don't get your hopes up. They're going to represent 20 or 30 clients this afternoon and won't remember you five minutes after you're sentenced."

"You should remain standing until the Judge tells you to sit."

Just then a bailiff came and unlocked the door and waved them into the courtroom. Carole followed the instructions the police officer and given her but it felt very strange to be dressed as she was in such a formal environment.

"ALL RISE," the bailiff announced as the robed judge entered to court from somewhere off to the right behind his raised dais. Setting down a couple of folders, he accepted a typed list from the bailiff and glanced around the courtroom, almost instantly setting his eyes on the pretty blond in a bikini standing next to a disheveled young man in a tie who could only have been her public defender.

His already ruddy face turned even more red and had this been a cartoon it would have shown steam coming out of his ears.

Looking at the sheet listing the rest of the day's cases he found her name and growled through gritted teeth,

"Miss Carole Collins I presume?" His voice dripping with disdain.

She nodded, blushing deeply, but could not get the words to come out.

Her lawyer tapped the back of her hand with his and whispered, "Speak up."

Swallowing, she forced out, "Yes, your Honor."

"Miss Collins, it what possible world would you think that showing up in my courtroom wearing that... that... stripper costume?"

Suddenly finding her voice she protested, "It's not...!"

"Shhh!" her attorney tried to hush her.

"It's what I was wearing when I went to the pool. It's not what I normally wear on the street!"

Slamming his gavel down, he ordered, "Silence!"

And continued, "I suggest you let your attorney speak for you Miss... Collins."

Softly, her lawyer told her, "Please. Let me speak for you."

Raising his hand, he waited for the judge to acknowledge him and when given it, said, "I apologize for my client. This is her first time in a courtroom."

"And she thought that was appropriate to wear here?" the judge growled.

"No, your Honor. It's just what she was wearing when she was arrested and if you remember, under the new cost-cutting guidelines..."

"Well, I don't like it," he harrumphed. "Be seated."

Addressing the prosecutor, "You may call your first witness."

"We only have one witness, your Honor. The arresting officer, Lily Miller."

After she was sworn in the officer identified herself and testified, "I was on patrol near the intersection of Elm and First when I saw the defendant pass by looking and then reaching for something that was on the floor. At that time she ran the Stop sign on Elm."

"Were any other cars involved?" the prosecutor asked.

"No, sir."

"Any pedestrians?"

"Not at that time."

"Please explain."

"Less than a minute after she ran the sign I saw a woman with a stroller enter the crosswalk that she blew through."

Carole's attorney objected to the term "blew through" and it was struck from the testimony.

"Did you pursue the defendant?"

"Yes, sir. I did a U-turn and hit my lights and siren. She pulled over immediately."

"Thank you officer. That explains the first two charges. Can you explain the Indecent Exposure charge, please?"

"Yes, sir. When I approached the car it appeared that the defendant was trying to distract me by showing off her body."

"Were you?" Carole's lawyer asked in a whisper.

"Yeah," she answered.

"In what way did she appear to be doing that?"

"She loosened her top. I saw her do it as I walked up."

"Did that expose her breasts or nipples?"

"No. But when she reached for her registration and what was on the floor the bow came undone and exposed those little things on her chest. I'd barely call them breasts."

"Objection, your Honor!" demanded the defense attorney.

To the court reporter the judge ordered, "Strike that." And addressed Officer Miller, "The witness will please refrain from personal opinions. Continue."

Humiliated, Carole wanted to sink into the floor. But she did feel that strange stirring in her loins again, making her confront for the first time how much it turned her on. "My god, I'm such a pervert!"

"Did you manage to see what she had been reaching for?"

"I have it here, your Honor. I'd like it entered into evidence," the prosecutor said, holding up her phone.

"As per protocol I instructed the defendant to keep her hands on the steering wheel and went back to my vehicle to run her information."

"What did you find?"

"Nothing on her record."

"Did you manage to read what she found so distracting on her phone?"

"No, your Honor. The phone had shut itself off."

Picking up the phone, the judge handed it to the bailiff who brought it over to its owner.

The judge ordered, "The defendant will unlock her phone."

She hesitated and the judge continued, "Or she will be charged with contempt and spend the next thirty days in jail."

Reluctantly she entered her PIN and watched the bailiff return it to the judge who said, "Let's see what Miss Collins found so distracting."

Knowing what he was about to see made all the color drain from her face.

The judge looked at the phone and his eyes went wide. He looked up at her for a second or two and went back to scrolling through the explicit messages she had exchanged with her Master.

Denied a hole in the floor to crawl into she could do nothing but stare at the floor in shame.

"What's he reading?" her attorney asked.

"Messages between my Master and me..." she whispered.

"Master? Are you a... a..."

"A slave. Yes. I'm his slave. His sex slave"

After a moment the judge put the phone aside and glanced again at the defendant. This time, she noticed, his expression had changed significantly. Instead an angry scowl he wore what she could only describe as predatory.

Turning to the witness, He said, "Excuse me officer. Please continue."

"As I said, she had no wants or warrants. But when I put in the new charges I got a notice on my computer that she was to be arrested."

"Arrested? For just a traffic stop?"

"Yes, sir. Under the new laws that went into effect last January, anyone charged with more than one crime must be placed under arrest and taken into custody pending trial."

"Have these laws made your job more difficult?"

"A little. Yes, sir. But it has made the streets a lot safer."

"Objection, your Honor. The Officer is presenting an opinion as if it were a fact."

"Sustained. Strike that."

"How has it made your job more difficult?"

"Mostly just paperwork. But I'm paid to enforce the law and that's what I did in this case."

The judge told her, "Thank you for your testimony. Does the defense have any questions for the witness?"

Carole wanted to scream how unfair it all was and tell them about the humiliating search and the rest but looking at the judge's expression, wisely kept her silence.

The judge ruled, "In that case, I find the defendant guilty as charged. Now, about her sentence..."

The defense raised his hand, "Your Honor, if it please the Court we'd like to ask for leniency. It was her first time."

"Will the attorneys approach the bench?" the judge said, waving them forward.

"As you know, under the new laws permitting punishments to be adjudicated with Corporal Punishments I have a lot of leeway in my options.

The two lawyers nodded.

"But you see, after reading through these messages..." Holding up the phone so they could read it he gradually scrolled down the exchanges, "It seems she likes it. She likes being caned and whipped."

The two attorneys both looked over at her more than once, revealing to her that they knew.

That would have been bad enough if she hadn't felt a sudden rush of moisture flooding her labia.

"DAMMIT!" she thought. Crossing her legs certainly didn't help and the thought that she'd be leaving a puddle on her chair when she got up only added to the humiliation that was driving her arousal.

The three men were clearly at a loss. The standard punishment would have been a public caning, flogging, or whipping in front of the courthouse. In this case, for the three different crimes, all three over the course over the course of 10 days.

But the messages clearly showed that she was a masochist and so they were faced with the age-old dilemma of how do you punish a masochist?

The fact was that Carole was definitely not a masochist. She had endured pain for her lovers because she knew it excited them, but that's because she was a submissive. Of itself, she hated pain.

The court stenographer, a pleasant woman in her 40s had overheard every word and was recording it. She cleared her throat at got their attention.

"Excuse me, your Honor. I may be able to help."

The judge was surprised. He had worked with her for over 15 years and this was the first time she had ever commented on a case. "If you have any ideas, Mrs Mackenzie, I'm all ears."

"I do sir. But I'd prefer to discuss it in your chambers."

"Then let's go. Do you mind if I invite counsel to join us?"

Esther Mackenzie figured, "In for a penny..." Besides, the girl sitting at the defense's table wasn't the only woman with a streak of exhibitionist in her soul.

In the chambers Esther stood in front of the judge's massive oak desk and took a deep breath.

"Your Honor. We've known each other for almost 20 years and eighteen years ago you officiated at my wedding and my husband and I still together and very happy.

"Well, one of the reasons is that we have very well-defined roles."

"I'm happy to hear that Mrs Mackenzie but I don't see what that has to do with our situation."

"Well, Sir. If you want to punish a masochist it's obvious that the usual methods are not going to have the desired results.

The three men nodded.

"But there is a way." With that she took a deep breath lifted her light summer dress and revealed that above her thigh high stockings she was wearing a mechanical-looking device, a girdle made of leather and steel with a padlock on the front.

"Is that... that... a...?" the prosecutor asked.

"A chastity belt? Yes." she answered, dropping her skirt.

They all had lots of questions and started to ask them all at once.

"Slow down, gentlemen. Yes, it's a chastity belt. Yes, it's voluntary... sort of. It's how my Master punishes me. I've been wearing it for 11 days and I have 10 more to go before I get it off."

"Why...?"

"Because I was naughty and disobedient... that's all I want to say though, okay?"

"So you can't... um..."

"Right. I can't touch myself. That's the punishment."

"Does he also..."

"Do this?" she answered, turning and lifting her skirt and exhibiting a firm ass marked with several stripes that were fading away but had probably been pretty severe.

"Thank you, Mrs Mackenzie. I appreciate your candor. Where would we acquire one of those?"

"They have to be custom fitted to prevent... um..."

"Yes. We understand."

"I have the name of the woman who made mine. We could send her there, but..."

"But?"

"It wouldn't be cheap."

"Your Honor," the defense attorney interjected, "How about if my client agrees to purchase it in exchange for waiving the exposure charge. I could remind her that that would keep her off the sex offender lists and I'm sure she'd go along with it."

"How long would it take to get one made?"

Esther answered, "She offers same-day service but it costs extra."

"Well, I think we've established that cost is no object," the judge said with a laugh that was cruelly shared by everyone, including Carole's defense attorney.

"If you'll excuse me I'll give her a call."

It only took a few minutes. As soon as Mrs Mackenzie pointed out that it would undoubtedly lead to many more official commissions and maybe even a contract to be the sole supplier, Lucinda Dark cleared her afternoon schedule.

After returning to the courtroom, Carole's lawyer explained the situation. She was shocked and more than a little terrified that she might end up on a sex offenders registry. It would ruin her life and she knew it.

So when he offered her the option of the belt it was like throwing a line to a drowning victim. She was more than happy to agree, no matter what it took.

And besides, how bad could a chastity belt be? And the cost was no object if it kept her name off of a list. She made a very good salary and had a relatively low mortgage.

"Your Honor, my client has agreed to accept the conditions suggested. She will be fitted and cover the costs today."

The prosecutor asked, "How will she get to the shop? Her car's been impounded and I don't think she should be allowed to go unsupervised. Perhaps the arresting officer?"

Officer Miller raised her hand and when recognized, pointed out that her shift had ended 45 minutes earlier and she had responsibilities as a parent.

"I'm not sure what exactly you're talking about and what it entails but I don't think I'm the best person for the job, given my circumstances. However, there is another officer here in the court whose shift just started and I think is more than qualified to handle it."

"Can you contact them and see?"

"No need. Officer Mark Wilcox is sitting right there," she said, pointing at her friend.

Carole's eyes followed where she was pointing and felt sick. It was Mister Black Shorts from the pool!

"Officer Wilcox, would you and Officer Miller please approach."

The two cops exchanged glances as they walked up to the bench, neither had a clue as to what was going on.

The judge proceeded to show them the text messages and explained that because she'd probably enjoy it, the standard corporal punishments wouldn't have the desired deterrent effect.

Both turned and looked at the crimson-faced defendant and shook their heads. Whether in disbelief or disgust she couldn't say.

He then explained, without sharing Mrs Mackenzie's part in it, the alternative that they had come up with and Carole had agreed to.

"So, Wilcox, since Miller here is off duty, we'd like you to take over her transport."

He was happy to agree. Even though as a professional he would never do anything inappropriate with a prisoner, the idea of having this sexy little thing handcuffed in the back of his patrol car was enough to feed his masturbatory fantasies for months to cum, he thought, laughing at his own joke.

Handing him the piece of paper the stenographer had provided as well as a credit card retrieved from Carole's purse he was instructed, "You will take the defendant to this address where she will be measured and fitted for her chastity belt. You may remove her handcuffs if necessary but you are to remain at her side at all times."

Turning to look at her Mark Wilcox could not believe what a good fortune had fallen into his lap. The beautiful and flirtatious woman she'd spotted exciting husbands and pissing off wives was about to spend several life-changing hours in his custody.

"When she has been fitted, officer, you are to return her here and hand me the key. At which time I will announce sentence."

"Miss Collins. Please rise."

She was noticeably shaking as she stood. But it wasn't out of fear or nerves as everyone around her assumed. It was because she was so turned on she could barely think straight.

"Miss Collins. As per the plea agreement reached with your attorney, you are hereby instructed to accompany Officer Wilcox here to the business of Ms Lucinda Dark and there be fitted with a custom chastity belt. Once the belt is fitted, you and Officer Wilcox will return here to learn your sentence. Do you have any questions?"

Even if she had, she would have had a hard time enunciating them at that moment. Her throat

was dry and her brain was scrambled with a mix of arousal and emotions.

Mark Wilcox approached her and asked her to turn around so he could handcuff her behind her back. He noticed the goosebumps that covered her skin and knew it wasn't because the courtroom was cold.

"Sorry about this, but it's the standard procedure when transporting anyone."

Of course he wasn't really sorry and seeing this little cutie in handcuffs and a bikini made him happy his uniform's slacks were loose fitting.

In a daze, Carole allowed herself to be escorted out of the building and into a parking lot where several patrol cars were parked.

At one of them he stopped and opened the back door and told her, "I could search you again but I don't think that's necessary, do you?"

Considering it was the first time she would have been searched by someone she wanted to be searched by, she managed to curb those thoughts and answer, "No, Sir. I am not hiding anything and I promise I'll be good."

After he had her seated and was about to close the door he said, "I knew you'd be a good girl if you had a chance."

That phrase, as usual, had a powerful effect. "Did he know? Had he used it the way her Master did?" she wondered.

After getting on the road to the shop on the other side of town, Wilcox broke the awkward silence,"So, Miss Collins... can I call you Carole? You can call me Mark when we're alone."

"Yes, Sir. I mean yes, Mark. Carole is fine."

Her use of 'Sir' did not go unnoticed.

"Well, Carole. We've come a long way from this morning at the pool, haven't we?"

"Yes, Sir... I mean yes, Mark."

It was hard for her to break the habit, especially when she was a handcuffed prisoner.

"So... I have a couple of questions if you don't mind. If they're too personal, just let me know."

She had seen him reading her text exchanges with her Master. How much more personal could they get? "Fire away, S- uh, Mark"

"I read your texts. Is it true? Are you really someone's sex slave?"

"Yes... Mark." "Boy it's hard to change", she thought.

"And you have a Master and you have to do whatever he tells you?"

"Yes. And yes, sort of..."

"What does 'sort of' mean?"

"It means I have limits. Things I won't do. Like with kids or poop."

Mark knew a lot more about the BDSM scene than he was ready to let on. "What will your Master say when he hears about this? Or about the chastity belt? I mean, he won't be able to fuck you or anything."

At the back of her mind, Carole had always known that she would be faced with having to tell her Master eventually but hadn't much dwelled on it.

"Well, he's going to be mad, I guess. But he doesn't..."

"He doesn't... what? Fuck you?" he asked incredulously, thinking to himself, "A guy could have such a delicious piece of... a sex slave that looks and acts like her and he doesn't fuck her? What? Is he gay or a eunuch?"

"We don't have sex." she said, her voice faltering.

"I'm sorry, Carole. I just don't get it. You're a gorgeous woman with what seems like a pretty healthy sex drive. You call yourself a sex slave and say you have a Master. But you don't have sex. That just seems nuts to me."

The word 'gorgeous' was the one part of his statement that she really paid attention to.

Carole knew she wasn't ugly but had come to think of herself as average. In high school and college there had been lots of prettier girls with big tits and smart girls with modest-sized breasts like her didn't get much attention.

What she had failed to realize was that once she'd gotten away from those artificial bubbles and out into the real world and was judged on her brains and abilities, she had developed a confidence that most men, and more than a few women, found very attractive.

That confidence had allowed her to wear increasingly skimpy bathing suits and bask in the attention she received.

It also had given her the confidence to seek out new partners with which to explore what the policeman in the front seat referred to as "healthy sex drive."

She had some pretty intense fantasies and had decided to write them out, renewing an erotic story writing hobby she'd picked up in college. Mostly, they were written for herself but then she found an online site and submitted them. When they were published it was very exciting and she quickly developed fans.

Her stories were often about people... well, girls, getting punished.

She hadn't ever been punished as a child and that probably explained her interest in it. But she never went beyond that. Until...

In an exchange with one of her fans she made an off-hand, slightly suggestive remark and he wrote back and told her that doing so was very naughty and she really deserved to be punished for sending a stranger such things.

That made something inside her click and when he told her what her punishment would be, lots of corner time and forced abstention from orgasms for six days, it felt natural to obey.

They hadn't really established a genuine Master/slave agreement but mentally she had begun to think of it in those terms. She felt safe with him. She knew he was an open Sadist but was okay with that. At least he was honest about it.

And when he told her, not asked, told her, to add clamps on her most sensitive spots to her punishment near the end of the six days, she obeyed. And though she didn't like the pain, acknowledged that she found knowing it would please him, more than compensating.

And when she succeeded in accomplishing the demands he'd given her, it felt very liberating.

It was more than she could easily explain to the handsome policeman in the front seat so she just said, "It's mostly an online thing. He lives on the West Coast."

Mark Wilcox had done more than a little online sexting and had a few hook-ups with women he'd met there so he understood. But that just meant he wanted to hear more.

"So he's less than a half a day away by plane and he hasn't come here and swept you up?"

"I'm sorry, but I think he must be an idiot."

"If you were my..."

He stopped there on purpose. He wanted to implant the idea but not push it. He understood what submissives wanted and needed.

Carole and her Master had never discussed an in-person meeting and she was pretty sure it wouldn't happen. No, she knew it wouldn't, and preferred it that way.

And for the first time she thought about what it would feel like to kneel in front of the handsome stranger she'd seen at the pool.

"I'm sorry, Miss Collins, if anything I've said has made you uncomfortable. I have nothing against your lifestyle. I think it's your choice and as long as it's voluntary and both people are into it, why not? In fact, it sounds fun..."

He was saying all the right things if he wanted to make his passenger get even hotter and wetter.

"Thank you, Officer... Wilcox, is it?"

"Mark, please. Though I guess 'Sir' works too if you prefer." he said with a laugh that put her at ease.

Pulling up to an unremarkable shop in a mini-mall Mark parked and turned around to speak with her through the metal screen. "Carole, I'll have to be with you the entire time we're in here. When we get inside I'll take those cuffs off if you promise to behave. Okay?"

"Yes, Sir," this time it was intentional, "I promise to be a good girl." She said it with soft laugh trying to match his previous one. But both knew it was more than a joke.