What We Do In Life Echoes In Eternity
(Posted on Tuesday, February 20, 2001)
This story was submitted by Steelman.

It all started like any other day. Get up at 5:30 a.m., get the kids ready for school and take off around 6:45 a.m. All was normal at work. Nothing out of the ordinary. The problems started when quitting time rolled around. I get in my truck and head to the house like I have a million times before. As I pass through the school zone, I fail to see the officer with the radar run. I was day dreaming and didn’t realize that I was going 10 mph over the limit. So I pull over at the 1st side street and await my speech and citation.

As I pull over and wait, I look in my rear view mirror and see this very petite blonde policewoman walking towards me. She is probably 5’ 2” tall with a very nice figure. I roll down the window and hand her my license. She says nothing and goes back to her cruiser. I assumed that she was checking my record. It seems forever before she comes back to my car. She then asks me to, “please step put of the car.”

I do as instructed, but I’m thinking, “this is very strange for a routine traffic stop.”

She has me pop the trunk and stand off to the side. She walks around the vehicle and spends quite a bit of time out of my view in the trunk area. After a few minutes she returns to me and says, “Mr. Johnson I have found a bag of what appears to be an illegal substance in your vehicle.”

Right then my heart was about to explode. “You must be mistaken,” I say.

She glares right in my face and says, “Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Johnson?” She reads me my rights and places me in the police car’s back seat.

We drive off and I assume that we are heading to the police station. After about 20 minutes she turns back to me and says, “ you are terrified aren’t you?”

I say, “Yes officer I am.”

She continues to tell me that she planted the contraband and I will do hard time if I do not cooperate with her. I naturally agree. She tells me that she has not radioed the station as to my situation, but will if I hesitate or do not do as I am told. At this point I am both relieved and scared to death. My mind is racing a thousand directions. “Why me,” I think. “What did I do to this woman?”

 After a few more minutes of driving we stop behind a run down motel on the south side of town. She turns and warns me one more time, “Remember, do all I say without hesitation or your life is in for a major change.” I just look at her in amazement. She opens the rear door and escorts me quickly into one of the rooms.

The first words out of her mouth were, “You are now my slave.” I just stood there and awaited further instructions. “You are only to speak when spoken to,” she said. She ordered me to drop to my knees. She brought a chair and sat it directly in front of me, and sat down in it. With my hands still cuffed behind my back, I was ordered to remove her black lace up boots with only my mouth. I struggled with this for a good 20 minutes before I finally got her left boot off.

“Not fast enough slave,” she blurted out. As I was starting on the right foot, I noticed that she was pulling out a nightstick. “Stop!” She commanded. “I want you to give my nightstick a blow job.”

At that, she forced it into my mouth. While the nightstick was in my mouth, she took her foot with just the white sock on and felt my crotch area. “Mr. Johnson, you appear to like this procedure.” I was rock hard at this time, wondering what was coming my way next. She let go of the nightstick and made me keep it in my mouth. She proceeded to remove her other boot and seemed to get off on watching me struggle to keep the nightstick in my mouth.

As this was going on, I heard a light knock on the door. My cruel officer mistress told me to keep the stick in my mouth while she went to see who was at the door. My back was to the door, so I had no idea who was there. I didn’t dare turn and look! Then I heard some giggling which sounded like teenage girls. Mistress officer (I had to call her something in my mind), came back over into my view laughing.

“This is Mr. Johnson,” she said laughing. “He is in a work release program,” she said laughing hysterically. At this time I could now see two girls that looked to be 18 – 20 years old looking at me and giggling. They looked like models that had just stepped out of a teen magazine. I had to have turned 20 shades of red. I was coming to grips with being Mistress officer’s toy, but doing so in front of an audience terrified and embarrassed me. Thank God I had never seen them before.

“You girls are just in time,” Mistress officer said. At that, the nightstick was removed. My mouth was burning from trying to keep it balanced in my mouth without letting it fall out. “Lay down on your back slave!” Mistress officer commanded. I did so without hesitation. Then I heard some words I really didn’t want to hear.

One of the new girls says, “Can we strip him? I want to see if he has a big cock or a little weenie.” As I waited for the answer, I could feel the goose bumps coming on. The girls got a big laugh out of their “little weenie” remark.

At that moment Mistress officer said, “Sure go ahead, but I already know that answer.” My slacks were off me in a flash!

“Boxers!” One of the young girls screams. “Can I tear them off him?”

“Go for it.” Mistress officer replies.

With that, this gorgeous young girl kneels down looks me directly in the eyes and while staring me in the face tears my boxers off and grabs my cock and balls and says, “weenie.” I wanted to disappear! While she was still holding my family jewels, she says, “say it” to me.

“Say what?” I reply.

Say, “I have a weenie cock.”

I was totally humiliated. While looking at this drop dead gorgeous girl right in the eyes I say,  “I have a weenie cock ma’am.” With that, all three of them exploded in laughter.

So here I am lying on my back with my hands cuffed behind me, bare naked with a rock hard dick straight up in the air, looking at Mistress officer and her two friends. “Ok, Mr. Johnson, can we continue now.” Mistress Officer says. With that, both of her socked feet were put in front of my face. “I don’t have to tell you what’s next, do I?” She asked.

I immediately start to remove a sock with my teeth. After both socks are removed (quite easy compared to the boot), I stare up at Mistress officer. “Smell them!” She commands. “Smell all over them!”

I start sniffing very hard, going all over her very small soft feet. The smell is neither bad, nor good. A musty smell is what I would compare it to. After about 10 minutes of very intense smelling of her feet, I am relieved when I hear her say, “That’s enough.”

I am starting to relax when both of her feet come down hard right in my face. Mistress officer proceeds to rub and grind her little feet in my face for the next 15 minutes. I literally thought I was going to suffocate. She rubbed my face so long and hard with her feet that I thought the skin on my face was going to rub off!

While all this was going on, the other two girls were watching intently. It was like they were in training or something. “He is still hard!” One of the girls blurts out.

“I noticed that,” Mistress officer replied. “I order you to make your cock soft!” Mistress officer says looking at me. At that, I knew that I was never going to accommodate that request.

“I have no control over that,” I quietly protested.

“That’s the problem with all men,” one of the girls laughingly said.

“You will learn in time,” Mistress officer snarled. “Julie, get the tape and camera.” I hear Mistress officer say. She looks at me again and says,“For your information, all this has been video taped. We will now do a photo shoot.” With that, Julie appears with a tape and a digital camera.

“Between his possible drug conviction and this video tape, and soon to be portfolio, I believe that we have enough to get Mr. Johnson back here  at our liking.” Mistress officer announces to her companions. “Janet, go get the props and I’ll get our subject ready.” Mistress officer says.

I thought it was almost over, but little did I know it was just starting.

 This is my 1st attempt at a short story, so feel free to e-mail me if you would like me to continue the story or tell me to “give it up.”

Steelcity102@yahoo.com . all the best - Steelman