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If you send me a message from Storiesonline.net it will send an email notice to my email. The anonymous message feature on Storiesonline.net protects your email address and my email address. I hope you enjoy the story. ** Chapter 12: First date and epilogue. When Leslie had gotten home that Tuesday she sat in the bathroom looking at the piece of paper with Officer Tracy's phone number on it. Her cunt was moist just knowing that the police officer had touched the same piece of paper and that Officer Tracy thought enough of her write down her number. Leslie secretly put the piece of paper in her pillow covering so she could sleep on it. That night she had dreams of laying in bed with Officer Tracy, Leslie wrapped up in the Officer's strong arms. She dreamed of making soft love to Officer Tracy based on what she'd seen on the internet porn sites, things like tribbing, and soft caresses and kisses, she began to warm to the idea of seeing the young police woman, who couldn't have been no more than twenty or twenty-one. On Wednesday evening, Leslie sat down on the edge of her bed and took the piece of paper out of her pillow covering and looked at it again. Randy was downstairs watching one of his favorite preachers. Her heart raced when she touched the paper. What if she said no? What if she was just kidding with me and she didn't really want to go out? What if she was teasing me and was doing this just be cruel? Too many thoughts raced through her mind. Fuck Leslie thought. She had gotten used to saying that word, another change in her life. Just go out on a dinner date, how hard could that be, thought Leslie, besides you aren't asking her to marry you. Leslie shook her head of the thoughts. What day could I ask Officer Tracy for a date she thought. Randy was going on a church retreat this weekend. The church leadership was leaving Friday afternoon for their mountain retreat to discus the future direction of the church. At their previous church when there was a retreat, Leslie would accompany Randy. Being here for little less than a year and this being Randy's first retreat with this new congregation, he didn't invite her and some reason Leslie didn't ask to go. Leslie nodded her head, Friday evening would be the best time to see Officer Tracy. With Randy out of town it made it less complicated. With nervous hands Leslie took out her smart phone and dialed the number but didn't press `call'. Come on Leslie part of her brain said, just do it. You don't have life after school and Randy is never home on time, you're lonely, maybe seeing Officer Tracy will be a distraction that you just might need. Fuck it! Leslie pressed the `call' button but almost pressed `end'. The phone on the other end rang. "Yes?" Leslie's heart skipped a beat, oh god, it was her. Leslie's cunt immediately got moist. Fuck! "Hi, um, Officer Tracy?" "Yes" "Hi, Officer Tracy, it's me, um, Leslie Gaye." "Mrs Gaye?" "Um yes, Leslie Gaye, the school adviser from the field trip yesterday?" "Oh yes, Mrs Gaye, well it's about time you called me." Officer Tracy laughed. "Um, yes, well, I've been busy. But I was wondering if you, um, were free Friday evening?" "For what?" "Well, um, for a dinner, um date?" "Are you asking me out on a date?" "Well, no, I mean, just dinner." "It's a date then, I'll come by and pick you up at 6pm." "Um, it's only for dinner though and..." "I love dates Leslie and so I will come by and pick you up." "Well, can I meet you somewhere," she didn't really want Officer Tracy showing up at her doorstep. What would the neighbors say? "Um, okay, but don't honk the horn too loud." Officer Tracy laughed. "Not too worry Leslie, I'll honk the horn when I get there." "Well, ah, but..." "Good, it's settled then, I be by at 6 to pick you up. Wear something sexy because I can't have my date looking like a slob." "Okay, but." "See you Friday at six then." and Officer Tracy hung up. Leslie was in a little bit of a shock she hadn't figured officer Tracy would be this rude and control the conversation as much as she did. Wait a minute, did she just tell me to wear something sexy? who does she think she is? Leslie looked at her cell phone, well, okay, maybe something sexy if that will please her. Leslie didn't like the idea of having the police woman come to the house but what could she do? Her heart rate went up when she started fantasizing about sitting across a candle lit table gazing into the eyes of the young officer. Leslie smiled to herself. As six on Friday drew closer Leslie found herself getting excited at the prospect of seeing Officer Tracy, if only for dinner. The young policewoman was six three with a page boy haircut and was perfectly proportioned in every way, no ounce of fat on her. She had strong arms and a strong grip and her fingers, well, those lovely fingers. Leslie blushed and her crotch moistened as she thought about that strip search last Tuesday on the field trip. Leslie put on a red low cut dress that came to mid thigh, black 5 inch heels, nude colored thigh stockings and a push up bra. She fixed her hair and make-up and looked at her watch. 10 minutes to go. She looked at herself again in the mirror and straightened her dress several times. Leslie was nervous, what if the young woman didn't like her dress? What if she was overdressed for the restaurant they were going too. Calm down she told herself. Then a thought popped into her head which sent her stomach into butterflies. What if Officer Tracy tried to kiss her? Should she play hard to get? Should she kiss her back? In a moment of frustration Leslie lamented the fact she didn't have anybody she could talk to about these things. Leslie blushed when she realized that this was only the second time in her life that she was going on a date, the first time was with Randy in college and he was so prim and proper. Leslie walked down stairs and into the living room. Randy had already left for the church retreat. He would be back late Sunday evening. Leslie turned off the TV. He'd been watching a mega-church pastor preach about the evils of homosexuality to the congregation. One strange thing when Randy left was that he "pecked" on the cheek and not a kiss on the mouth and she was secretly happy that. She shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the couch and thought about the last several days of school. Miss Johnson had moved things along in the boys sex education classes. On Wednesday, the class covered, "Blowjobs and the role of the female mouth." The sixth, seventh and eighth grade boys classes each had 100 percent class participation of which Mrs Wright, principle, made an announcement over the PA, much to the shame and humiliation of Leslie. Miss Johnson just smiled at her and the kids clapped. Leslie brought her hand to her jaw and rubbed it. She remembered how her jaw ached, sucking cocks from the start of school to the end of school, and her knees hurt, and her lower back hurt because she was on her knees, she was uncomfortable all day long but Miss Johnson reminded her that her obligation was to the students, not her welfare. She did learn one thing though from sucking all those cocks, each boy's cum tasted different. Miss Johnson had told each class that a woman wasn't a very good cock sucker if let his precious cum drop from her mouth. The boys were encouraged to grab hold of her ears or grab a handful of hair and direct her sucking efforts. Miss Johnson had made sure to set the cameras up for close in shots of her swallowing the cum. The film to be used for future teachings. By end of the school day she was getting good at not letting any cum drip from her mouth or drop from a cock. She was secretly proud of that. On Thursday, the boy's sex classes learned how to undress a woman or rather how to strip her. Her clothes had been torn and ripped just like they had been with Miss Wolfe's after school sex classes with the girls. Then today, she danced sexily for each class, doing a strip-tease like she had done last Friday evening. The boy's had their cocks out and were stroking them up and down and back and forth as she danced in the middle of the classroom. And the cum, all that precious cum flying everywhere. Leslie shook her head as she heard a car horn outside. Officer Tracy! Leslie was out the door in a hurry her heart rate and breathing had gone up. She looked at the car, it was a police car. As she walked up to the car Officer Tracy lowered the passenger window and leaned over. "Sit in the back, sweetie, it's against police rules to have a civilian sit in the front." Sweetie? Leslie's heart jump and her cunt quivered. Fuck. "I love your dress, it is perfect for our first date," Officer Tracy said looking over her shoulder at Leslie slid into the rear seat. Leslie blushed. "I, I can't see what you're wearing." Leslie said, the inside of the cruiser was dark with only the dashboard lit up in green light. "You'll see once we get to the club." "Club? I thought." "Shhh, don't worry your pretty little head over it. I have it all planned out for tonight." Leslie blushed in the dark. "There is city ordinance that says no talking while in a police cruiser," Officer Tracy said as she looked in the rear-view mirror at Leslie. For the next fifteen minutes they drove in silence. Leslie wanted to say something, to have a conversation, anything, but she kept quiet. They pulled into the parking lot of a large building. Officer Tracy parked in the police parking area. When she got out of the car Leslie was disappointed. Officer Tracy was wearing her form fitting police uniform. Since Leslie couldn't get out of the back of the cruiser Officer Tracy opened the door for her. She offered her hand to Leslie as she got out and Leslie took it. Once she was out Officer Tracy didn't let go of her hand. Leslie was embarrassed as her hand was damp and clammy, she wondered what Officer Tracy thought of that. Leslie looked up at the red neon sign over the entrance of the building. "Top and Bottom" announced the sign. "I thought we were going to a nice restaurant," Leslie pouted. "This is a restaurant and a club," Officer Tracy smiled. Officer Tracy turned and looked into Leslie's eyes. "It has everything we need. Follow me." Leslie about fainted under the stare of the young woman. In the back of her mind she wondered why she felt this way. Officer Tracy practically dragged Leslie behind her. They walked through the entrance marked "Member Owners Only". They walked into a large, brightly lit, well kept locker room. Red padded benches down the middle and mahogany lockers on either side. There were showers, toilets and make-up desks around the room. The room was empty. "What kind of restaurant is this?" Leslie asked looking around the room. "It is a special kind of restaurant and club, the kind of place that is made for women like you and me." "What do you mean?" "Shh," Officer Tracy said as she leaned in and kissed Leslie on the lips. Leslie damn near fainted but she melted in the Officer's strong. Leslie brought her arms around the strong young woman, hugging her, returning Officer Tracy's kisses. So much for playing hard to get Leslie thought. Officer Tracy broke the kiss, "Do you trust me?" She whispered. Leslie didn't hesitate in nodding her head as they kept kissing for a little longer. "Then I need you to take your clothes off," Officer Tracy said as she broke the kiss again. "What? Wait, no come on," Leslie replied, her nervousness showing. "You have to trust me, Leslie, besides, if you want to date me then this is the way it has to be." Leslie looked at Officer Tracy. She really wanted to be with her, to feel her strong fingers and hands, her embrace, hell her lips, but most of all to be loved again. Still Leslie hesitated. "Well, what's it going to be? Are you going to date me? Or do I drive you home?" Leslie shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head. "Say it, which one?" "Yes, I want to date you." Leslie breathed a sigh of relief. There it was out in the open. "Good girl," smiled Officer Tracy as she ran her hand through Leslie's hair. Leslie's cunt moistened really quick as the young woman touch of her hair. "Now take your clothes off and put them neatly in my locker, keep your heels on and your hose. Remember the number on the locker as that is our locker." As Leslie pulled her red dress off, Officer Tracy opened her locker and pulled out a two inch wide dog collar. As officer Tracy turned around Leslie was just removing her bra. She showed it to Leslie. The collar had the words, `I belong to Officer Tracy' around the front of it. "What's this?" Leslie got a worried look on her face. "This collar has my name it as you can see. This let's people know that while we are here in the club that you belong to me." Officer Tracy said as she walked around Leslie. Leslie looked at it. "But." "Shhh," Officer Tracy said as she secured the collar around Leslie's neck she said. "First rule here is that you don't talk unless spoken to by a person who is dressed. Nod your head if you understand." Leslie nodded her head. Leslie was nervous and excited at the same time. What kind of place is this she wondered as Officer Tracy secured the collar around her neck. "Second rule, what you see here, what you hear and what you do here is never to be mentioned outside of these walls. Understand?" Officer Tracy leaned in and kiss Leslie on the lips again. Leslie nodded her head as she returned the kiss. "Now take off your panties." The young police woman said as she turned back to the locker. Officer Tracy pulled out a leash as Leslie picked up her clothes. She wanted to say something to Officer Tracy but held her tongue. Officer Tracy stepped aside as Leslie put her clothes in the locker then turned and faced the young woman. Officer Tracy handed Leslie the leash. "Attach this leash and hand it back to me." Leslie had a questioning look on her face as she took the leash. "I have to know if you are serious about our date. Think of it as an act of obedience." Leslie still hesitated. "Do it for me now, Leslie," cooed the young woman. Leslie slowly raised the leash clip up then clipped it to the collar. She looked at Officer Tracy and handed the leash back to her. "Very good Leslie." Officer Tracy smiled as she ran the back of her left hand over Leslie's cheek. "When we walk through that door you must do as I say without hesitation. If there is any doubt or hesitation on your part, I will know." she kept smiling. "If there is, then punishment will be in order but lets not think about that." she paused. "Do you understand?" "Yes," Leslie gulped. She was really excited now. "Rule number three, you will refer to me as `Mistress', and any female who is dressed and talks to you, do you understand?" Leslie gulped again. "Yes, Mistress." She was nervous as hell. What was on the other side of the door? Officer Tracy turned back to the locker. "One last thing to complete your outfit for tonight." She turned around with a pair of handcuffs. Leslie got a worried look on her face. "Don't worry sweetie," Officer Tracy said as she walked around Leslie. "This is to ensure that you don't use your hands. In this club. all women and girls like you wear handcuffs." Leslie smiled weakly as her wrists were secured. Women and girls like? Thought Leslie. Officer Tracy stepped back and sucked in her breath. "You look beautiful Leslie," Officer Tracy whispered. "This is the way you are meant to be." Holding Leslie's leash, Officer Tracy walked towards the door. "Now you are perfect and ready to be presented." Here goes nothing, Leslie thought but her heart rate and stomach butterflies were getting the better of her. She was excited. ** As Leslie followed Officer Tracy through the door her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit atmosphere. There were red and purple colors and dance music was playing, the very large ballroom was full of women and girls, some dressed and others, like her, were naked. There was a large silver ball hanging from the ceiling that was slowly spinning. There were different color lights shining on it that created moving colors around room. There were some women and girls walking and talking with each other. They were holding leashes of naked women and girls whose hands were cuffed behind them like her. The first thing Leslie noticed as she walked behind Officer Tracy was the dance stage. It was off to the side of the large ballroom. There were two pre-teen girls, naked, grinding against each other and kissing. Around the stage were women and girls who were dressed, yelling, laughing and waving dollar bills at the two girls. Leslie's cunt went instantly moist. Officer Tracy had stopped walking and Leslie almost ran into her. Officer Tracy smiled as she looked at the dance stage. "Like what you see?" Leslie just nodded her head as she kept looking at the stage. The girls slowly walked around stage shaking their hips back and forth at the women and girls. To Leslie the girls looked eight or nine. The came back to the center of the stage and started kissing again and grinding against each other. "Maybe sometime I'll get you up on that dance stage and let those two little girls fuck you like a sandwich." Leslie just nodded her head. Officer Tracy tugged on the leash and Leslie followed. The first couple they walked past was a girl of seven or eight, holding a leash of an older naked woman. Leslie noticed the woman's collar said, "I belong to my daughter." The young girl had a school uniform on. She wore a white blouse, plaid skirt, white ankle socks and black shoes. The woman also had her hands cuffed behind her back. The young girl was talking to a woman who was holding two leashes attached to two naked teen girls. She couldn't read their collars but her cunt moistened at the sight to two girls. The girls had pink ball gags in their mouths which Leslie thought looked really good on them. "Yeah, I finally got mom to lick the toilet rim," laughed the girl. The mother laughed along with her daughter. "She's so fucking stupid sometimes." the girl said as she yanked on her mother's leash. The lady girl was talking to also laughed. "I this girls face to wipe my cunt when I finish peeing and the others hair to wipe my ass when I take shit". Leslie attention was drawn back to Officer Tracy when she pulled on the leash. Officer Tracy turned around looking at Leslie, "Keep your attention on me. When I laugh you laugh, when I smile you smile." Leslie nodded her head slightly. "Hello, Officer Tracy," a tall blond haired woman said. "Hello, Kathryn." Kathryn and Officer Tracy kissed each other on the cheek. The woman looked Leslie up and down like she was being measured. "Who's your property? Haven't seen her before." Officer Tracy turned slightly and smiled. "This is Mrs Leslie Gaye," Officer Tracy replied like she was showing off a prize trophy. "Hello Mrs Leslie Gaye." Kathryn smiled down at Leslie. "Aren't you just a sweet looking piece of meat." Leslie blushed and was instantly embarrassed but she smiled. Officer Tracy said, "Kathryn here is the one of several owners of this lovely place. One of them you might know? A Mrs Sally Wilson?" Officer Tracy and Kathryn smiled at Leslie. Oh fuck! Thought Leslie. "Um, yes, yes, I know Miss Sally, mistress," smiled Leslie. Kathryn looked Leslie up and down then leaned over to Leslie. "A lot of women have been pursuing Officer Tracy and she's been playing hard to get with them but I see that she is smitten with you honey." Leslie smiled at Kathryn and blushed as she looked at Officer Tracy. "You just keep on a close on eye on her sweetie and make sure you use all your womanly charms to keep her interested in you." Kathryn stepped back and then leaned over and kissed Officer Tracy on the lips. Officer Tracy returned the woman's kiss. Leslie felt a pang of jealousy just then and it bothered her. Kathryn stepped back and looked at Leslie. "When you get tired of this piece of property, let me know, I might be interested in her." Officer Tracy stepped next to Leslie and watched as Kathryn walked away, "When a Dom gets tired of a sub, the owners have first right of refusal." Leslie looked at Officer Tracy with a questioning look. "The owners can purchase the sub from the Dom." "That's, that's like slavery," Leslie paused. "Mistress." "No sweetie, its called a perversion." Leslie looked shocked. "Don't look so shocked, Leslie. See those two young girls over there dancing on the stage? They are sisters." Leslie looked over at the two girls, both were kissing each other, touching and feeling each other up, as they swayed their nimble young bodies back and forth. It was only older women, the middle aged women, the older Dom's around the stage waving dollar bills at the two girls. "Your Miss Sally, the preachers wife, owns those two girls. Oh sure, the girls go home to their parents every night, they still go to school and do their homework, all the normal stuff little girls do. But from Friday nights to Sunday nights, Miss Sally owns them. She pimps out the girls to the highest bidder. Sometimes both at the same time other times separately. Miss Sally has a whole stable of girls and women she owns. They have made her a wealthy independent woman." Officer Tracy paused. "One of those older women around that stage will pay the highest price tonight just so one of those two cuties will suck and play with her wrinkled, skanky cunt." Officer Tracy turned and continued around the large room, Leslie trailing behind her trying to take in the club. She nodded and said hello to the women she knew and Leslie smiled at them. She knew that Officer Tracy was showing her off and that made Leslie secretly proud. Officer Tracy headed towards the hallway at the other end of the room. Officer Tracy almost ran into a group of pre-teen girls, clothed of course, laughing and giggling. Leslie's heart sank. It was the girls from last weeks sex education class. The twins, Rhonda and Jodie, Alex, Diana, Sam, Renee, Sue, Roberta and Sharon. The each had a strap-on dildo in one hand and a key in the other. "Mrs Gaye!" Rhonda said in a laughing voice. The other girls chimed in with `hello, Mrs Gaye'. Officer Tracy turned to Leslie, "Do you know these lovely young girls?" "Um, yes, mistress," Leslie blushed. Officer Tracy turned to the girls. "And how do you know Mrs Gaye?" "Oh we fucked her last week in our sex education class," laughed little Susie. The other girls laughed also. "Yeah, rode her hard and put her up wet!" laughed Alex. Jodie said, "Watch out though, she's a screamer and squirter!" The girls laughed and so did Officer Tracy so Leslie did also. Officer Tracy turned to Leslie, "Is that true?" "What part, mistress?" Leslie blushed. "All of it?" "Yes, mistress," Leslie replied and turned beet red. Sam added, "Seriously though, she is compliant and docile, just like a woman should be." Diana added, "She also likes it a little rough." "How so?" asked Officer Tracy looking at Leslie with new found interest. "Slap her around, like, slap her face, tits or ass, and she'll do anything you want, isn't that right Mrs Gaye?" Leslie didn't say anything, she was too embarrassed. "Well?" asked Officer Tracy. Leslie was caught in a trap. She didn't like being slapped around but she couldn't tell the girls that last week in class with Miss Wolfe standing there. If she said no, then the girls would call her a liar and she might lose Officer Tracy. She didn't want to lose Officer Tracy. If she said yes, then that is what the relationship with Officer Tracy would come too, slapping and punishment but she didn't want to lose Officer Tracy either. Any thoughts of soft, tender loving sex between them would be gone forever. Did she want to risk the budding relationship with Officer Tracy by saying no? Leslie realized then that she dearly wanted to be loved, in any way possible, by Officer Tracy. "Yes, that is true, mistress," Leslie almost whispered with her down. "What, we can't hear you." Officer Tracy said as she yanked on the leash pulling Leslie forward. "Yes, what the girls say is true. I loved to slapped and punished, mistress," Leslie stood up straight as she said that. Officer Tracy turned to the girls, "Haven't seen you all here before, are you new?" "Yes, this is our first time here," replied Roberta. "Our teacher from last week, Miss Wolfe, got us in tonight." "We also got these complementary strap-on dildo's and a key to the cage room. Which is where we are going." Sharon added. "Well, good luck girls!" smiled Officer Tracy as the girls headed down the hallway. "The cage room, mistress?" Leslie asked. "Oh, yes, let me show you." Officer Tracy tugged the leash and they followed the girls into the cage room. It was a very large room with cages suspended from the ceiling. Standing inside the cages were naked women laughing at the crude jokes of the girls directed at them. "This room is for girls thirteen and younger. They pay a fee for the key and key might or might not open one of the cage doors. If it does open a cage door then the girl has use of the woman until Sunday evening. The girl can do anything to the woman short of killing her or breaking her skin or causing bruises. Needless to say, the girls who come here can be pretty rough." "What about the women, mistress?" "What about them?" "Does the club own them? Do they have families and day jobs, mistress?" "Yes, yes and yes," smiled Officer Tracy as she looked at the women the cages. "They have husbands and families they go home too but on weekends, they belong to club and this what is the club owners choose to do with them." Officer Tracy paused. "It allows the pre-teen girls to vent their anger and frustration from the week." Just then a girl of six or seven yelled out, "I got one!" as the cage swung open. The woman laughed and clapped her hands as she stepped out of the cage. The girl told the woman to get on her hands and knees and the girl climb on the woman's back. The youngster slapped the woman's head with both hands and said, "Down the hallway doggie! And bark!" The woman was barking as she crawled by Officer Tracy and Leslie with the laughing child on her back. As Officer Tracy and Leslie stepped back into the hallway, a bell rang. "That is the dinner bell, we have reservations, let's eat." They walked down the hallway and turned into a long room with a very long one piece table down the center. It looked to Leslie that the table was about 100 feet long. Officer Tracy walked up to a woman wearing nothing but a white bow tie and six inch stiletto's. Officer Tracy announced her name and the woman scrolled through her pad. "Ah, yes, Officer Tracy, seating for one, follow me." Leslie was about to say something but she was pulled along behind Officer Tracy who followed the naked woman. "Here you go," smiled the woman. She pulled back the chair for Officer Tracy. The chair was elegant, the seat was covered with plush red velvet. Officer Tracy sat down and the woman gently pushed the chair in. "Enjoy your meal, Officer Tracy." and the woman walked away. Officer Tracy looked up and Leslie, "Get on your knees and crawl under the table and up between my legs." Leslie struggled to get under the table and between Officer Tracy's thighs. "Keep your eyes on me, concentrate on me. I will feed table scraps to you from my hand. "If you are thirsty, you can slurp water from the bowl that is under the chair." Leslie quickly looked to her left over Officer Tracy's thigh and saw the mother of the girl who said her mother licked the toilet bowl was eating out of her daughter's hand. The girl was laughing and carrying on with the women seated on either side of her, ignoring her mother. As Leslie looked up at Officer Tracy she couldn't help but notice the young woman wasn't wearing panties. Leslie let her stare linger as she licked her lips. Just then a hard slap at Leslie's head brought her back. "There will be plenty of time for that later, now look at me." As Officer Tracy was served another woman sat down next to her. A pre-teen girl scampered under the table and up between the woman's legs. Officer Tracy put her right hand under the table and opened it up. It was a piece of meat. Leslie leaned over and scooped it up with her tongue and chewed. And so it went for the next half hour. Leslie ate her food out of Officer Tracy's hand as the two women talked. Every now and then Officer Tracy would reach under the table and stroke Leslie's hair but she never took her eyes off the young police woman. When Officer Tracy got up Leslie crawled out from under the table. "Coffee Officer Tracy?" a young serving girl asked. "Yes, bring it to me in the lounge," smiled Officer Tracy. "Yes, mistress." As they walked into the lounge there were women and girls sitting on plush recliners with women and girls kneeling between their legs. Officer Tracy turned to Leslie. "When I sit down and spread my legs, kneel before me and eat my cunt. Think of it as your after dinner snack." She paused. "Show me how much you want to be with me." Leslie nodded her head. After fifteen minutes Leslie had decided that Officer Tracy had put something tasty in her cunt, a smell and taste that Leslie couldn't resist, not that she wanted too. All to soon the evening was over and Officer Tracy wanted to go home to Leslie's house. ** When they left the club, Leslie sat in the back of the cruiser with her hands cuffed behind her back. She was hot and bothered, her cunt was moist and she was frustrated. Leslie had been toyed with, touched, her nipples tweaked and not too mention the sex and bondage and that was going on in the club. As she sat in the back she was thankful that Officer Tracy had decided to leave the club and take her home. It bothered Leslie that other women would come up to Officer Tracy and kiss her, and hug her and they would laugh and giggle. She was jealous and that bothered her. Why should she be jealous of other females talking and laughing with Officer Tracy? Leslie realized that she was in love with Officer Tracy, not the kind of love she and Randy shared or had when they first started dating, but real love, the kind where there is a knot in her stomach whenever she was not with Officer Tracy. The other thing was that no bolt of lightning from god came down and struck her dead. Leslie shook her head of her thoughts as Officer Tracy pulled into Leslie's driveway. The tall young police woman got out and opened the back door for Leslie. With a strong grip, Officer Tracy pulled Leslie from the back and stood up next to the cruiser. They looked into each others eyes and Officer Tracy leaned forward and kissed Leslie on the mouth. Leslie panicked for a moment as she realized they were standing outside and that somebody might see them. Just as quickly Officer Tracy broke off the kiss and removed the handcuffs. Leslie desperately wanted to invite Officer Tracy inside but didn't know how to ask her. Leslie chickened out as she started to say, "Thank you, I" but Officer Tracy cut her off. "Aren't you going to invite me in for a night cap?" Leslie felt relief. "Um, yes, please, would you like to come inside?" Her heart rate went up and her stomach flipped several times. "But first I think you should park your car in the garage," Leslie smiled shyly. "You know, the neighbors and all." "Sure!" Leslie fumbled in her purse pulling out the garage door opener. Officer Tracy pulled the police cruiser into the garage as Leslie walked in behind her. As the garage door came down Officer Tracy pulled out a bag as she got out of the car. "What's that?" "My overnight bag, silly." Smiled Officer Tracy. "Overnight bag?" "Of course," Officer Tracy replied as she stood next to Leslie. Leslie melted in her presence, looking up at the muscular young woman. "Is your husband gone for the weekend?" "Yes, yes, he is," Leslie replied too quickly. Officer Tracy smiled. "That's why I brought my overnight bag, just in case he was gone." Leslie stood there looking up at Officer Tracy. She melted under the gaze of the police woman. "You do want me to stay the night don't you?" Officer Tracy asked as she traced the back of her left hand over Leslie's cheek. Leslie didn't trust herself to say anything and just nodded her head. "Then show me inside." Once the garage door was closed Officer Tracy turned around kissed Leslie again, this time more deeply. Leslie moaned as their tongues wrestled together. Officer Tracy dropped the bag and reached up and removed Leslie's dress from her shoulders, the red dressed dropped to the floor. Leslie was naked but she didn't care as Officer Tracy wrapped her arms around her. In one swooping motion Officer Tracy picked up Leslie in her arms while picking up the overnight bag. Leslie was amazed that they did not break their kiss. Up the stairs Officer Tracy carried Leslie in her arms, down the hallway and into the master bedroom. Leslie had always thought of the master bedroom as a private sanctuary where the husband and wife shared intimate moments in the presence of god. Now she was going to share that bed with another female in violation of god's law. Officer Tracy broke the kiss and laid Leslie on the bed. Leslie looked up at Officer Tracy in disappointment but Officer Tracy smiled. She opened the overnight bag and pulled out a pink ten inch strap-on dildo and Leslie smiled also. She was so fucking ready she thought. The next morning as sunlight entered the bedroom, Leslie opened her eyes and stirred a little bit, she realized that they were still in their "spoon" position, a new position she had learned last night. She also felt the ten inch dildo in her anus, the strap-on still attached Officer Tracy. Officer Tracy's right hand was cupped around Leslie's left tit as Officer Tracy's left arm was positioned under the pillow Leslie's head was on. Officer Tracy's chin was resting on the top of Leslie head and she could feel the rhythmic breathing of the young woman. Leslie felt safe and secure and most importantly, loved. Leslie snuggled a little closer to Officer Tracy as the woman lightly squeezed Leslie's tit. Leslie smiled to herself as she remembered seeing Officer Tracy's naked body for the first time. The six pack abs, the muscular arms and thighs and her tits, oh, those lovely tits that were firm to the touch and nipples that stuck out about an inch it seemed. Leslie got moist in her cunt as she thought of Officer Tracy's cunt and how smooth it was, perfect it was, how Officer Tracy laughed and giggled as Leslie licked and sucked it. But it was Officer Tracy's anus that won her over. As Leslie lay between Officer Tracy's thighs with a light sheen of cum juice on her mouth and cheeks, Officer Tracy said, "If you want to keep me as your girlfriend, to keep dating me, to show me the respect that I deserve by being with you, then you must show devotion to my anus." Leslie was confused for a moment. "I've had many women who want to be my girlfriend, to date me, to hang out with me," Officer Tracy smiled down at Leslie. "But none of them understood or accepted that they had to show love and devotion to my anus." "Wh, what do you mean?" Leslie asked as she pulled back slightly. "God or no god, married or not, you are a lesbian, Leslie, deep down you desire the affections of another female." Officer Tracy paused. "For me, the anus is the single most important part of a female. It is a dark and nasty place but it also begs for attention. If you want to be with me, then you must accept that you are inferior to my anus," Officer Tracy said as she rolled off the bed and stood up. Leslie was still laying on the bed unsure of what she just heard. "I will tell you what I have told other women like you. If you truly love me, want to date me and be my girlfriend, then you must accept that my anus is superior to you." Leslie gulped. Well she thought, it was the same as with Susie's cunt, Awesome. What's the difference? Leslie got her knees on the bed. "What can I do to show my devotion to your anus?" Officer Tracy smiled. She pushed Leslie down on her back, then straddled her face with her ass and slowly started wiping her anus up and down on Leslie's nose and mouth. Leslie's tongue probed deep as the young woman giggled. Leslie lay next to Officer Tracy smiling as she dubbed the young woman's anus, `Brownie'. ** By the time Officer Tracy left her house on Sunday morning Leslie could hardly walk. She had been fucked every which way with the pink dildo. Officer Tracy kept Leslie naked and handcuffed for all of Saturday. Leslie had got use to the slapping, her cheeks were red at times and her tits hurt with all the pinching and squeezing. At church later that morning Mrs Wilson, the pastor's wife, led the service with Leslie sitting in the front pew. Afterwards, Miss Sally, cornered Leslie in an empty room. They kissed as Miss Sally ran her hands over Leslie's tits. Miss Sally broke the kiss and stepped back from Leslie. Leslie was catching her breath. "I'll come right out and say this, Leslie," Oh great thought Leslie, another person who wants me. "Randy is going to be asked to leave the church." "What!?" "Randy's behavior outside of the church is not what the church needs right now. He is being offered another position at one of our sister church's in another state." "But, we just got here, I have a job, I have," Miss Sally cut her off. "The church and the community want you here Leslie," the woman replied as she stepped closer to Leslie. "We would like it if you could divorce Randy, let him go and you stay here." "But, where will I live? How will I cope?" Leslie almost had tears in her eyes. On one hand it made sense. She knew that Randy was fucking around on her, same as he did at the last church. But divorce? What about god? What would he say? She was confused. "Oh, we've thought of that already, sweetie," smiled Miss Sally. "The church will help you with the divorce, that is if you want a divorce from Randy. You can stay in the house and keep your job at the school, but in return for all that..." Miss Sally let that hang out there. "In return for what?" Leslie asked suspiciously. "We would use your physical charms for church teachings, youth groups and the like. Deep down Leslie we know your a lesbian submissive that craves, no desires, humiliation and sex and that is what we can do for you in return for you staying on here." Miss Sally brushed away some of Leslie's hair from her face. "Pretty much what you do for the school, we want you to do for the church." Leslie gulped, her stomach had butterflies and heart rate went up. Sex, humiliation, and more sex. Leslie was conflicted. "Let me think on it." "You don't have much time, dear, we need your answer by tomorrow, end of the school day." Miss Sally smiled. "All your desires and dreams will come true if you say yes." With that Miss Sally turned and walked out the door. Later that afternoon the front door bell rang. Leslie opened the door and the flower delivery man was standing there holding twelve roses in a glass vase. Leslie took the flowers inside and looked at the card, "I miss my girlfriend, love Brownie" Leslie smiled and held the card to her chest as she looked at the flowers. Randy had returned home from the retreat in a bad mood. He explained to Leslie that they had to move again, it wasn't his fault of what they had accused him of. That night as she lay in bed, the same bed where Officer Tracy had fucked her to satisfaction numerous times just yesterday and this morning before church, Leslie knew what her answer was. ** One year later: Leslie was standing on the other side of the room in the Top and Bottom club. In front of her stood a makeshift alter with all the Christian symbols on it. Leslie was nervous as hell but she was ready. She was wearing an off the shoulder short pink one piece dress. The dress came mid-thigh and was low cut. Her hair was in a top knot on top of her head, just the way Officer Tracy like it. Leslie had her signature white thigh stockings and six inch black stiletto's on. In her nervous hands she was holding a bouquet of six roses. The only thing on Leslie that wasn't pink was the black studded dog collar around her neck and the leash that was attached to it. Holding the leash was Susie, the pre-teen from school. Susie had been disappointed when she learned that Leslie was going to be married. She had entertained the thought several times herself. She felt honored though when Leslie asked her to walk her down the aisle. Susie was wearing her dominatrix uniform with her dildo poking straight out. Officer Tracy had promised Susie she could be the first one to fuck Leslie when the party started. Leslie's "fuck card" was full, Officer Tracy asked Leslie when she would be able to enjoy her new wife, Leslie laughed and replied, "For rest of your life!" Standing in front of the alter was the pastor's wife, Miss Sally, wearing her black dominatrix uniform with a nine inch dildo sticking out straight out in front of her. In Miss Sally's left hand she held the bible and in her right hand a cross with the Lord Jesus on it. Standing to the left of the alter was Officer Tracy. Leslie blushed and looked at the floor as Officer Tracy looked over her shoulder at Leslie. Officer Tracy was wearing her ceremonial uniform that consisted of the usual tight blue blouse but with a skirt that came mid-thigh. The music started and Susie and Leslie walked down the makeshift aisle towards the alter. It was standing room only in the club, girls and women, the Doms and subs, all the membership in attendance. The music stopped when they reached the alter. "Who gives this sub in holy matrimony?" Miss Sally asked. "I do," Susie replied. "Who accepts this sub in holy matrimony?" Miss Sally asked. "I do," Officer Tracy replied. Susie handed the leash to Officer Tracy. Susie turned and walked to her seat in the front row. Miss Sally said, "We are gathered here today to bring together this Dom and this sub in holy matrimony in eyes of God." Leslie gulped as she stole a look at Officer Tracy. Her cunt went moist instantly. Miss Sally looked at Leslie, "Repeat after me, sub." "I, Leslie Gaye, take thee, Officer Tracy, to be my dominant mistress, to love and obey from this day forward. I promise to love you will my heart, to cherish every inch of your body, to hang on every word you speak to me, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I pledge thee my faith, my mind and my body to you." Miss Sally turned to Officer Tracy. "What is your response?" "I accept you as my sub." Officer Tracy smiled down at Leslie. Miss Sally turned back to Leslie, "Now your personal vows." Leslie cleared her throat. She had spent the last two days memorizing her personal vows. "Officer Tracy, you are the reason I get up every morning. You are the reason that I worship the ground you walk on. You strengthen my weaknesses, bring focus to my sexual desires and perversions. Here and now I pledge my body and mind to you, that your sexual desires and perversions become my sexual desires and perversions. No matter where you lead me or what wicked things you make me do, I know that as long as you are with me that I will trust your decision and judgment." Miss Sally turned to Officer Tracy. "Officer Tracy, your vows." Officer Tracy looked at Leslie. "Today we are gathered here to formalize your commitment to me. In doing so you must acknowledge that you will be my wife and that my needs and wants come before yours. I am asking you to submit yourself to me and make me the highest priority in your life. Do you accept these conditions?" Leslie gulped. "Yes, I do!" There was a short pause. "And now the Osculum Acceptatio," smiled Miss Sally. "The name means Kiss of Acceptance. It involves kissing the anus of the dominatrix" Miss Sally looked at Leslie. "The anus is also known as her other mouth. According to our tradition, it is this kiss that is part of the vow in the holy matrimony between Dom and sub." Leslie knelt down and put the flowers down next to her. Officer Tracy turned away from Leslie and slightly bent over at the waist. Leslie reached up and pushed Officer Tracy's skirt up to her waist. Then with both hands she spread Officer Tracy's ass cheeks. Leslie brought her lips to Officer Tracy's anus and kissed it lightly then she opened her mouth pushed her tongue into the brown hole. Officer Tracy smiled. Leslie pulled her head back and looked at Officer Tracy's ass. She had memorized the words. "With that kiss I accept your domination over me. I acknowledge that I will never be equal to you but that I will worship you, love and nurture you." Leslie stood up with her flowers and Officer Tracy turned around. They looked at Miss Sally. "With the power invested in me from this club, I now pronounce you Dom and sub." There was clapping and cheering from the audience as Officer Tracy leaned in and kissed Leslie on the mouth. ** The end of the series. I hoped you liked it.