Date: Sat, 9 Mar 2013 08:55:35 +0100
From: Josh <josh.86.ch@gmail.com>
Subject: Officer Dunham - Chapter 2 - Hello again!

OFFICER DUNHAM

CHAPTER TWO: Hello again!

I didn't have to wait too long for officer Dunham to come back. After our
initial encounter, I spent the rest of the day trying to occupy my mind
with the unboxing of my stuff. Yet, any movement that I made reminded of my
predicament. It was difficult to do anything right. Finally, I went out for
a stroll and try to clear my mind of officer Dunham. Officer Dunham. All I
could think of was his beautiful eyes, his kiss, the way he took control
over me...

That evening, at around 9 pm, the doorbell rang again. I didn't have to
look through the peephole to know who it was. I didn't know anybody yet
anyway. My heart was once again pounding in my chest when I opened the
door. There he was, still in his uniform, as beautiful as he was this
morning. With a big smile outlining a perfect set of white teeth, he said:

- Hey, may I come in?

Of course you can. I want you to! But I didn't have to say it. Without
waiting for my answer, he came in. As soon as I had closed the door, he
once again took hold of me for a deep, passionate kiss. I was melting. This
time, I was really enjoying the situation. His confidence, his
tenderness... We didn't say a word and kept on kissing for what seemed like
an eternity. Finally, he took a step back and said:

- Hi. I'm off duty now. My name's Ryan.

Once again, I had a hard time focusing and it took all my concentration to
answer him.

- Hi Ryan. I'm Josh.
- Yes, I know. I hope I didn't scare you too much with my little stunt of
this morning.
- You call that a little stunt!? I was scared shitless!
- Somehow, I knew you could handle it and would actually enjoy it. The way
you were looking at me when we came in... I see it often in the eye of
other men. But then when I stumbled upon your stash of gear, I knew I
needed to do something about it. You're so cute; I couldn't let an
opportunity like this pass.
- You were right. Even though I was quite scared, I actually enjoyed it. Am
still enjoying it actually.
- So... I don't need to let you out of this cage just yet then?
- No... not yet anyway.
- OK. But first, let's have a drink and discuss a bit. Do you have some
beer?

Without waiting for my answer (this seemed to be quickly becoming an
habit), he went to the living room, obviously waiting for his beer. I was
amazed by this man. His power and presence. He didn't need to bark orders
or even use violence or intimidation to make anyone submit to him. He was a
natural Alpha male. The kind of guy that I had always longed for.

Luckily, I had stocked on beer. When moving, it's one of the first think
you buy, right? I popped 2 beers open and went to the living room. He had
sat down on the sofa, so I went for a chair opposite to him. I wanted to be
able to have a good look at him. I could feel my cock trying to get hard in
its prison just by looking at him. God I wanted this man. More to the
point, I wanted this man to dominate me and control me. I was ripe with
lust.

- Thanks, cheers. So tell me, did you expect that when you moved in here?
That is, our encounter?
- Well, no, of course not. I always heard stories about the police and to
tell you the truth, I was quite scared when I saw you two on my porch this
morning.
- Really? Why's that?
- Maybe it's biased media, maybe TV shows, but the image we have of the US
police where I come from is not so great. Remember the 99% movement and all
the police misconduct that ensued? That about sums it up, for better or
worse. Actually, I was about to tell you that you could not come in without
a warrant up until the moment when I noticed how beautiful you were. Then
my brain must have shut down or something. In retrospect, I hope I didn't
make a mistake letting you in!

He burst out in laughter. God his smile was beautiful. I loved how his eyes
sparkled when he laughed. I think I was already falling in love. Or at
least filled with infatuation.

- Yeah don't worry, I'm nothing like that, albeit I think you could say
that I'm on the pervert side of things...

We continued chatting a bit and getting to know each other. Now 35 years
old, he was originally from Texas and moved to San Francisco 10 years ago
to be able to live a better life and have more fun. He had always been the
man in charge and found that working in the force was a logical thing to
do. Given how well the uniform fitted him and how it asserted his natural
authority, I couldn't agree more with him. He was single, always having had
a difficult time finding a good sub partner. Apparently, we shared the same
vision of how we wanted to live our kink. I wanted a partner with whom to
have a normal relationship. A relationship in which, outside the bed, we
would be equal. I've never been interested by slavery or ownership. Though
I wouldn't mind relinquishing some control of my life to my partner, as
long as it is in a fun way. Like staying in chastity mid- to long-term. I'm
not sure I could manage it, but I was willing to try with the right
partner. As for him, he was looking for the same thing. He didn't want a
live-in slave that he would keep in chains 24/7. If that would happen, it
would be for fun, not for slavery, and not permanently. He wasn't into
pain, marks, scat or blood. I was relieved.

Yet, all this time I didn't dare bring up the subject of my predicament and
where that was leading us right now. He seemed perfectly content just
knowing that he controlled me and that he was the one to decide when I
would get out of the cage or be able to cum again. I think he was truly
enjoying the situation. As for me, I was loving every minute of it too.

When you're having a good time, time flies. It was already 12 am and it
only seemed like he'd been there for 20 minutes.

- Hey Josh, do you mind if I take off the boots? Been in them all day,
could use some fresh air.

I jumped on the opportunity. Without saying a word, I kneeled in front of
him and started unlacing his shiny black boots. I started with his left
one. As soon as his foot was out of the boot, the overwhelming smell of
sweat and leather put me into overdrive. I was intoxicated. I put his foot
to my face, rubbing it and inhaling deeply. I was in heaven.

- I figured so much. You really are into this, ain't you? We're going to
have so much fun.

By now I was sucking on his socks like my life depended on it. I didn't
even bother answering. His question didn't call for any answer. It really
was more an assertion than anything else.

- Wait. Not so fast. Turn around.

He used his police handcuffs on me again, effectively rendering my hands
useless behind my back. With that, I went back to sniffing and liking his
foot for a few minutes. He then gently pushed me off and got up.

- Stay there, don't move!

I saw him go into my room only to come back a few minutes later with my box
of BDSM gear. He put the box down next to me and took out a penis gag.
Shit, I wanted to continue licking his foot! But I didn't dare say
anything. I didn't want to. I craved the control he had over me. I had no
wish to contradict him.

- OK, now go back to sniffing my foot.

Again, I had my nose pressed down on his left foot for a while. Then, he
took care of removing his right boot. He removed his left foot from my
face, removed his socks, put them in his right boot and shoved my face down
in it. It was still hot and damp from the presence of his foot. I felt him
lace the boot against my face, effectively making an impromptu mask out of
it. He left me there in the living room while he went to the kitchen to
fetch a new beer. He sat down on the sofa and told me to lie down on my
back in front of him. He turned the TV on and used me as a footrest for a
while. It felt so good.

We stayed like this for about 20 minutes, until the end of the show. He
ordered me back up. It was no easy feat with my hands cuffed and his boot
on my face. He removed the boot and the gag and raped my mouth with his
tongue again. How much I loved it! From the moving box, he took out a latex
hood. I loved this hood. I often used it on myself. It only had two small
holes for the nose. Attached to the hood was a special gag with a tube
going out to a latex cock sheath. Once on, the lucky bastard didn't have
any choice but to swallow whatever liquid came from the cock of the wearer
of the sheath.

Once fitted with this hood, I was once again pushed to the ground. I could
feel and smell his foot resting on my face. By pushing his foot a little
bit more down on my face, my only supply of air was effectively shut down.
He played like that for a few minutes, alternating between breath control
and the smell of his foot. I was taken off guard when the acrid liquid
started to fill my mouth.

- With all that beer, I really need to pee. Hope you don't mind... I know
you won't.

I knew from first-hand experience that if I didn't swallow quickly enough,
I could easily drown. And man did he have to piss. It felt like I had
already drank a liter of his piss and it continued flowing. But while I was
focusing on trying to keep up with the flow, he continued to play with my
air supply. He seemed intent on keeping my air shut until he had finished
pissing. I was starting to panic. I was out of air and had to keep on
swallowing at the same time. Finally the flow ended but I still couldn't
breath. As much as the gag allowed me, I tried to let him know that I was
suffocating. But his foot stayed on my face. I started to violently move my
head in an attempt to dislodge his foot, to no avail. I was probably
seconds from passing out when he finally removed his foot. Out of breath
and coughing through my gag, I was having a hard time calming down.

- Hey... I hope I didn't scare you. I just loved how you were squirming on
the floor. It was so cute. Come here...

With that, he picked me up from the floor and held me in his arms, gently
caressing me.

- You know I will never hurt you. Don't worry.

At this moment, something snapped in my head. I knew that I could trust him
fully and entirely. I was still handcuffed, with the latex hood on, but I
felt safe and secure in the arms of this man. Even though we only stayed
like that for a brief moment, it was one of the most memorable moment of my
life, one I would remember for a long time. I felt as if I was finally
where I needed to be. If all that I had left behind was not hunting me
anymore. I was truly happy. Even though it only had been a few hours since
my encounter with Ryan, I knew he was the Mister Right that I had been
looking for all those years. It was bliss.