Midnight laws. Chapter 1 ------------------- “A three, minus the one point for the burnt Sunday diner, that makes it snake eyes lover boy and cage time for you.” Karen grinned at her lover roll as her hand slid down the bed an on to Phil's manhood. “Not so fast, what do you get my little love cat?” Phil smiled as she stroked him gently. She rolled the dices, “5, inflatable dilo, you lucky girl” Phil grinned at the idea. “Double or nothing, let me roll again.” Karen demanded tightening her grip on his cock. “Why do you get to roll twice for toy’s?” Phil asked. “Because you're such a wild stud that i have to keep you locked up. - she planted a kiss on Phill's cheek with a grin- An you know i’m a greedy girl that likes to have her fill. Beside you have work today?” Karen giggled. “Don’t remind me, twelve hours of keeping the streets safe. Ok you roll, lets see what you get. A Double six’s.. well it's a free choice but remember it’s your turn on the shopping rota, so don’t get too tied up....” --------------------- 6.45PM Lynda pour her first coffee of the night as Phil's car pulled up the the station. They got out, Phil in gym clothes and Karen wore her usual outfit, a pair of tight black leather trousers, with knee high black leather boots, a puffy white silk shirt and black leather waistcoat. Today she’d tied a purple cravat into a bow and oped for a studded leather belt with skull belt buckle. Her Knee high black leather boots with there 3 inch heels made her as tall as Phil when she forwards leaned into kiss him goodbye. Lynda hated to admit it but she was jealous, Karen always looked so damned good, in her tight leather, showing every curve and so much like a statue in those heels. She waved back at the them as Karen drove away. ------------------ It was 7:30 PM as two lovers each picked up a pair of handcuffs, one for work, the other for pleasure. Karen smiled to herself, online shopping was so easy, groceries here at 10 tomorrow, that meant she had an evening to her self, just as planned. She slowly plated her brown curly hair that ran half way down her back. The latex stockings came first, the smooth rubber gliding around her toes, after them the matching elbow gloves, and then the piece de resistance, Karen wiggled her way into the catsuit, the neck entry made it harder to get on or off but it was *so* much sleeker… Sitting she laced up the thigh high boots and tightened there straps, locking all six of them in place with small padlocks. Then pulled on her corset, an under bust model with a trio of straps, she pulled them tight and locked them with more padlocks. She pulled her arse cheeks wide and slipped cold steel ball of anal hook home, into the rear latex sheath, letting the chain hang there from the cold steel ball. With cheeks clenched around the steel ball she bent over and reached for the dildo. Slowly she guided the ribbed silicon dildio into her self, wiggling as the ribs pasted her lips and aroused her one by one as it slid in side her. Next were the ankle cuffs, it was a struggle to bend over far enough for them with the dildo in side her and she had to stand for the next item, a steel spreader bar, one that she clipped to cuffs, forcing her legs out wide as she clinched the dildo. After that she could kneel, as she pulled the rubber hood into place, with it small rubber blindfold clipped into place over her eyes, she put on the gasmask, tightly so she started to breath the rubbery air from the twin re-breather bags. She fixed them there with a high leather posture collar, locked in place, she fingered it’s thick steel rings, and hoped her master was back to use them soon. Next it was the last step, the one she had to make blindfolded, it was tricky but she finally clipped the wrist cuffs together in place on the chain and let go of the key. Now she was encased, covered from head to toe in latex. The elastic string pulled the key into place, her way out ---when-- if she needed it, tonight she’d wait until Phill returned to find her, this was going to be too much fun to waste Karen thought. Then she slowly she lowered herself onto her knees and the large vibrator between her legs, the dildo gently rising home deeper inside, as anal hook was pulled tight by her hands, it almost perfect for a night alone and then vibrator slowly started to rubble… -------------------8:15 PM and a woman life is about to change forever. ------------------- Officer Phil was bored, really bored, doing spot checks on vehicle condition was dull, it always was. And too day was extra dull somehow. “Calling patrol vehicle. I have a code 10-90, silent alarm activated at the First bank.” “Officer Phil responding…” he flick on the sirens and light and his foot hit the floor, finally some action. Phil rounded the corner with the engine roaring, to see that a man in ski mask was stood in the middle of the road and holding a rifle. He ducked instantly, as the bullets slammed in window of Phil’s car. He pulled and hand brake and drifted the car around. Crawling out in the shelter of the door , he reached for his duty sidearm, it was gone, somewhere. His backup .32 would have to do, as a could of buck shot ripped the seat apart he dart to the car truck. He just had time to grab the load rifle when the burning pain of the first round stuck him in the rear. Turning as he fell, he tried to leg the rifle until a hail of bullet smashed into him…. -------------------------------------------- Karen had no sense of time, for her there was just mercilessly machine forcing her thru waves of pleasure. She like it, the endless relentless cycle of ecstasy, orgasming to a machine will. But she was getting a little worried, Phil should've been home hours ago.. But she wasn't sure maybe she was overthinking it. After all she as blindfold, she could hear only her self and the machines, one hour could feel like a dozen... Then she heard the porch alarm, he was back, and soon to find what she been up to without him, she smiled at the thought, he would have punisher her some how.. Then the house door alarm roared into life. Phil would never of failed to put the code it, Karen panicked, there were burglars! She didn’t have see to know that her shotgun was locked up in the cellar. With her heart racing she reached behind her for the key But her hand hit them and knocked them flying. She heard the cellar door’s keypad bleep, there coming this way! to her!. Karen swore to herself, as she knocked the key again, knowing that she could free herself, if only she could reach the keys. With a long buzz the door lock opened, and as the footsteps got closer as her hands missed handing key once more. As the heavy footsteps echoed on cellar stairs, she knew that she was trapped, the game was up. The woman walk down the stairs following the hand rail into what she could only call a bondage cellar, the floor was cover with rubber sheets, walls with quilted black leather panels and dim red light from above. She ignored the multitude of strange steel, rubber and leather items hanging from the rear wall, her eyes where draw to rubber clad woman in front of her. “Well this is an interesting sight but you need to come with me NOW Karen” Lynda commanded.