ARRESTED . . .

 

 

 

Pulling at the handcuffs holding my arms behind my back, it's held with a shorter chain to a metal ring inside the back of the Police Van keeping me at the end of the bench closest to the corner. Fuck my head hurts! Dizzy and a little nauseous, I go to straighten my legs to realize they're also cuffed.

 

Wow! I must have really fucked up badly this time! This was the oddest-looking Police Van I've ever been in. Yeah, I'm somewhat a pro at this part of the process going to a few too many out of control Parties. There's an odd smelling haze back here, that as I take a whiff, it makes me dizzier.

 

The overly loud garage door of the Police Station underground parking closes back up, squeaking extra loud just before stopping. I yell at the driver, "Fucking Oil that! God Dammit!" The Van stops and I'm ready to be taken in for another photo to add to my collection.

 

If I'm ever Famous, they're going to have a hell of a time choosing my, 'Before he was Famous' pic! The back of the Van opens and standing there is that Smoking Hot redhead in the extra short skintight yellow latex dress and her cute little pigtails. "So they got you also?" Asking before putting together the fact that she's the one who just opened the door from the outside.

 

"Nap Times not over" she says to me as she puts her black latex gas mask with matching bright yellow accents back on. I remember what happened and I say, "Not Again!" as she releases another cloud of whatever and things go blurry again just before going black.

 

NAPTIME . . .

 

 

 

Laying hogtied on what feels like one of those blue and red folding mats from Kindergarten, I'm too dizzy to even open my eyes. Trying once again to replay how I got here? And why my pants were unzipped and open?

 

Each time I do open my eyes a little, I catch random flashes of the nicest pair of legs I can remember . . . just the right balance of smoothness and perfectly shaped naked flesh, with hints of her strong muscles as the flex with each step . . .

 

The forth time opening my eyes, able to keep them open long enough to make my visual trip from her ankles, calves, over her knees and ever so slowly past her thighs . . . god those thighs! Closer to my Promised Land to see . . . bright shinny yellow latex! Fuck!

 

Panicking, I jump a little in my bondage, catching her attention, Candy's attention. She turns in my direction and I hold my breath waiting for another cloud of knock out gas . . . it didn't show up . . . this time.

 

Quickly moving towards me, Candy sits Indian style as she puts a plate in front of me, while saying, "I cut the crust off, I hate the crust, hope you didn't want the crust, I can make it over, that's if you even like peanut butter and jelly . . . like you like me"

 

She's very excited about this sandwich, but fully ignoring the previous tidbit of information . . . like the fact that she lured me into a van, gassed me, kidnapped me and now has me cuffed and chained into a hogtie.

 

I was speechless . . . for several reasons: One - No idea how she's going to react to anything I say or do. Two - I'm still in shock as to what happened. Three - Because in the middle of all of this, I can't help but feel my erection growing at just the site of her! The Ultimate Eye Candy!

 

She's been doing this 'Little Girl' Role-play thing since I first saw her across the room at . . . someone's Party. Guess my only option is to talk to her like a Little Girl to not scare her off or cause her to switch personalities to something way worse . . . like Serial Killer.

 

My growing erection reminded me again about my pants being wide open. Looking down and back to Candy I ask, "Candy, what happened here?" She pulled on the bottom of her latex dress and wouldn't make eye contact as she replied with, "Did you want me to feed you your PBJ?"