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Unconventional Methods - part 1
‘Another day, another dollar.’ You think to yourself as you sip your morning coffee and review important documents. Your assistant, Jane, buzzes in on the intercom. ‘YN, Detective Grant Dawson is here to see you.’
Your heart skips a beat. This must be about the fraud investigation at your office. You take a deep breath and compose yourself. ‘Show him in, Jane.’
Detective Dawson enters your office, his authoritative presence immediately filling the room. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with short dark hair and steely gray eyes that seem to pierce right through you. You maintain your composure, but can’t help feeling intimidated.
He introduces himself curtly. ‘Detective Grant Dawson.’
You extend your hand. ‘YN.’
He shakes it firmly, his grip almost painful. ‘I’m investigating the fraud allegations at your company.’
You raise an eyebrow. ‘And what makes you think I have anything to do with it?’
Detective Dawson pulls out a chair and sits down across from you, his gaze unwavering. ‘We have reason to believe that you may be involved.’
Your palms begin to sweat, but you refuse to show any signs of guilt. ‘Well, I can assure you that I’m not.’
Detective Dawson leans forward, his voice lowering. ‘I suggest you cooperate fully with this investigation, Ms… YN.’
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, but you ignore it. You don’t need any more distractions right now.
‘So, Detective,’ you say sarcastically, ‘do you use these intimidation tactics on all your suspects?’
He smirks. ‘Only the ones who interest me.’
His response sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t help but feel drawn to his dominance, even though you know it’s inappropriate given the circumstances.
Detective Dawson stands up abruptly. ‘I’ll be back with more questions.’
As he leaves, you let out a sigh of relief. But your respite is short-lived as Jane buzzes in again. ‘YN, there’s a call for you on line two. It’s urgent.’
You pick up the phone and hear your dominatrix mentor’s voice. ‘YN, where are you? We have that BDSM event tonight, remember?’
‘I can’t make it,’ you whisper into the receiver. ‘I have a situation here.’
Your mentor chuckles. ‘Well, I hope you’re having fun with your new toy.’
You roll your eyes and hang up, knowing she’s referring to Detective Dawson. But as you think about it more, the idea of dominating him both physically and psychologically becomes increasingly appealing.
Later that day, Detective Dawson returns with more questions. This time, he seems even more determined to get a confession out of you. ‘I know you’re hiding something, YN,’ he says, his voice low and threatening. ‘And I will find out what it is.’
You smile seductively and stand up, revealing your dominatrix attire hidden beneath your business suit. ‘I think you’ve got this backwards, Detective.’
You stand before Detective Grant Dawson, his hands bound behind his back with silk scarves that match your outfit. He’s kneeling on the floor, his eyes locked on yours as you circle him like a predator. The air in the room is thick with anticipation and tension.
You run a finger down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. ‘Detective Dawson,’ you say softly, ‘I think it’s time we discuss your transgressions.’
He swallows hard but doesn’t respond. You smile and continue, ‘I want you to tell me everything you’ve done that goes against the law. And I want you to do it while you worship my body.’
Detective Dawson hesitates for a moment before beginning to speak. ‘I’ve falsified evidence,’ he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘And I’ve used my position to intimidate suspects.’
You nod in satisfaction and run your hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and finally to his bound wrists. ‘Very good,’ you say. ‘Now, let’s see how well you can please me.’
You guide him to stand up and turn around, facing away from you. You press yourself against him, your breasts flush against his back as you reach around to undo the zipper on his pants. His breathing quickens as you slide them down his legs, leaving him in only his underwear.
‘On your knees again,’ you command, and he obeys without hesitation. You step away from him and admire the view: Detective Dawson, once a symbol of authority and control, is now completely at your mercy.
You walk over to a nearby table and pick up a riding crop, testing its weight in your hand before returning to stand in front of Detective Dawson. ‘Now,’ you say, ‘I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve abused your power while I punish you for each one.’
Detective Dawson swallows hard but begins to speak. As he confesses his misdeeds, you strike him with the riding crop, each blow landing on his bare skin with a sharp crack. He winces with each hit but continues to confess, determined to please you.
After several minutes of this, you sense that Detective Dawson is growing aroused despite the pain. You decide it’s time to test his limits further. ‘On your feet,’ you say, and he stands up, still bound.
You walk over to him and press yourself against him once more, feeling the heat of his body through your clothes. ‘Tell me how much you want me,’ you whisper in his ear.
‘I-I want you so badly,’ he stammers. ‘Please… let me touch you.’
You smile and shake your head. ‘Not yet,’ you say. ‘First, I want to see just how desperate you are.’
With that, you begin to edge him, teasing his cock through his underwear until he’s on the brink of orgasm. Then, just as he’s about to come, you stop and step back, leaving him panting and frustrated.
‘Please…’ he begs, his voice hoarse with desire. ‘Let me finish.’
You shake your head again. ‘Not until you confess your deepest secret,’ you say. ‘The one you’ve been hiding from everyone.’
Detective Dawson hesitates for a moment before finally admitting, ‘I-I have a kink… I like being dominated by a powerful woman.’
A smile spreads across your face as you hear his confession. ‘Very good, Detective,’ you say. ‘Now, since you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll allow you to come… but only if you agree to submit to me whenever I want in the future.’
Detective Dawson doesn’t hesitate. ‘Yes,’ he says breathlessly. ‘I’ll do anything you want.’
You nod and return to teasing his cock, this time allowing him to reach his climax. He moans loudly as he comes, his body shaking with the intensity of the release.
Once he’s finished, you step back and regard him coolly. ‘I’ll be in touch, Detective,’ you say. ‘And don’t forget our agreement.’
With that, you turn and walk away, leaving Detective Grant Dawson bound and vulnerable, eagerly anticipating your next encounter.