I heard the footsteps move round in front of me. Again I wriggled futilely and mmppphhhh’d harder. I could almost feel the person next to me. I had never been so pleased for Beth to come to me. I felt her fingers softly brush across my face. The fingers ran around the thick leather collar and tickled under my chin. I couldn’t do anything to respond so sat helplessly while she enjoyed herself. She ran her fingers across my chest and the tight latex increased the sensation rather than masking it.



Slowly she pulled open the zip encasing my left nipple and tweaked it firmly between thumb and forefinger. Then she opened the other nipple zip and playfully tweaked that now hardened teat. She played with both nipples simultaneously and I started to become aroused. I felt her lips on my chest as her mouth sought my nipple. Taking it between her teeth she gave me that bitter sweet sensation of painful pleasure.



Beth must have been worked up too because her bite was slightly harder than usual. Then she turned to the other nipple and that received the same wonderful treatment. I heard the swish of her raincoat as she adjusted her position and started to unzip my crotch. My penis rose to meet her soft hands and she stroked me gently. Then she scratched one of her nails slowly along the length of my erection.



By this time I was almost at bursting point and was unable to control myself. I was just a helpless victim to whatever she wanted to do to me.



Again I heard the swishing sound as she bent and took my penis in her soft mouth. Her tongue was like a lizard’s as it snaked in and out licking my throbbing member. I was becoming completely ecstatic by this time and I knew that if she continued I would soon explode.



She pulled her head away and again I heard the swishing sound as she took my penis in her hand and started to masturbate me. It didn’t take long to bring me to the brink but she stopped just before I exploded and she let me cool down for what seemed like ages. Then I heard the beautiful mackintosh music as she returned and started to stroke me again. Several times she brought me to the brink like this only to leave me hanging.



Finally she didn’t stop and matched the frantic rhythm of my throbbing penis with her insistent stroking. Inevitably I exploded and whether it was because the constrained and restrained position heightened the experience, I felt as though I had shot gallons of sperm like a jet from a fireman’s hose.



After a few minutes I calmed down and felt my penis being pushed back into the suit and the zip being closed again. Then the nipple zips were closed and all became silent. She must have been standing still looking at me for the last time before releasing me.



To my shock I heard the swishing and the clip-clop of her heels recede off to my left. At first I thought she was just playing with me. But the steps kept going further away until I could hear them no more. Frantically I strained to try to hear her but it was complete silence. Then I thought that she must be having a joke and had gone around to the front of the building to come in by the doors. But I waited and nothing happened.



I was now completely confused. I came to the conclusion that Beth had gone to the pub and would return later. She was making me pay for putting her out like this with my stupid ideas. Time went on and it seemed light years since she had gone. I couldn’t think what had happened. I knew now that it had to be really late; then it started to rain again.



More time passed. Again I wondered what could have happened? Much as I thought and worried, nothing happened. I was beside myself and I don’t think I have ever been so frightened in my life.

I don’t know whether it was the strain of what had happened to me all day but I dozed off once again and slept fitfully; but for how long I couldn’t know.



I woke up to a noise; surely it was a car! She has arrived at last and come into the car park in spite of saying she wouldn’t. Yes! I heard the door being opened and steps crossing the booking hall. The door opened and the steps approached me. At last! I was beside myself with emotion. I couldn’t have explained at that moment how happy I felt to know that Beth had finally arrived and was walking towards me to set me free.



I tried to wriggle to let Beth know how excited I was but my constraints prevented me from any movement. I felt her fingers as they found the zips that were preventing me from being able to see. As the zips were opened, I blinked and had to close my eyes for a few seconds as the light hit them. As my eyes adjusted to the brightness I was astounded to see not my wife but a police-woman looking at me with a wide smirk on her face!



To say I was shocked is a total understatement! I just could not believe my eyes when I saw the uniform there in front of me. I just didn’t know what to think. As I gazed unbelievingly at the constable I tried to think what could have happened and at the same time realised it was daylight.

The police-woman just stood in front of me staring at what must have been a very strange sight even for a woman in her profession. She was very tall and slim and very attractive.



“That’s it. I thought This is part of the act. She is one of those kiss-o-gram models that Beth has hired to get me really wound up. But as I looked further at the woman, the uniform was authentic and even included a flak vest under the bright rubber raincoat; this really was a police officer.



She looked me quizzically up and down for a few more seconds and a smile started to replace her smirk. She walked in a circle around me and then stood once again in front where I could see her. She asked me I was all right and I blinked frantically since no other movement was possible.



Then she walked off along the platform and I lost sight of her. I heard the platform door open and close. I thought I heard the main front door clunk to. I was in a quandary what to think. I couldn’t understand why she had left me. Maybe she had been a plant by Beth after all? Then the doors opened again and soon she stood in front of me. I could hear the metallic sound of a voice and noticed her radio on her shoulder.



In her hands she carried a small camera. She came up to me and closed the eye covers. One for the photograph album I heard her murmur.



After some moments the zips were pulled open again and I blinked again at the light but not as badly as previously.



“Right. We better get you out of there.



She started by unfastening all the straps holding my wrists and arms. As my hands and arms were stiff and trembling the officer unfastened the locks at the back of my head to release it from the chair back. I realised that she must have been in contact with Beth to have the keys.

Slowly she unfastened the head harness and at last I was able to move my jaw now that my mouth was free of that infernal ball-gag but I was able to talk. I don’t know what I garbled to the police officer other than to ask where my wife was.



Maybe I wasn’t making sense because she continued to release all the other bindings and soon had me completely free of the thick black leather straps that had held me immobile. My arms and legs tingled with pins and needles as the straps were unbuckled.



I tried to stand up from the chair but a combination of weakness and severe cramps made me sit down quickly. I started to flex my aching muscles.



The gaze of the officer lowered and I realised that I had a huge erection that was trapped flat against my body by the thick black rubber suit; as if I wasn’t humiliated enough this made it even worse. I tried to move to cover the sight of the embarrassing bulge, but any movement made it worse. If I stood up it would be even more prominent so I just sat there and hoped that it would subside. But of course it wouldn’t!



The policewoman handed me a bottle of water that I took gratefully.



I suppose that this is some sort of a sex game is it?”



Yes. It was a bet with my wife that I wouldn’t dare to do it. But where is she? She was supposed to come and free me late last evening; what’s happened to her?”



“I am afraid that your wife was involved in a traffic accident. She is not seriously injured but has a broken arm and some few cuts and bruises and the hospital has decided that she should stay in for tests and further X-rays to make sure that she is not suffering from concussion.



I was shocked and could only manage to mumble almost incoherently. Are you sure that she is alright?”.



“Yes please believe me. She will be just fine. Apart from the arm and the minor cuts I think that she is just suffering from the shock of the accident. She seemed more worried about you and told me where you were…. and that you were well…., shall we say playing games?



Relieved to hear this I asked if I could go and change out of the suit and boots.



The constable smiled humorously and again her eyes lowered to my crotch. I stood up and the worst happened, my erection forced it’s way forward as I got to my feet and the clingy latex suit exacerbated the situation. I hurried red faced to the office to change into jeans and a sweater.

I came back out and started to gather up all the bondage equipment and load it into the holdall. After taking the bag into the office I started to manoeuvre the heavy chair towards the office when the officer took one side and helped me move it off the platform.



I locked all the doors and we left the station to climb in the police car. There was still a great deal of confusion in my mind and I asked. She said that it was about nine o’clock; I had apparently been in that scene for nearly fifteen hours.



Another squall of heavy rain swept across us as she drove away and I asked if we could go straight to the hospital. She told me that was where she was going but later she would need a statement from both my wife and me.



I asked if they were going to charge me with anything.



The police-woman said that it was something that would be decided after she had interviewed us but since there was no damage done, just trespassing seemed likely. She said not to worry and that we wouldn’t be going to prison. She laughed as she said it and I couldn’t help but see the humour in that remark.



As she parked the car at the hospital she told me where to find Beth and I asked her when the accident had happened.



“Oh about seven o’clock yesterday evening , she said as she strode off.



I stood there for a moment and then it hit me that it must have happened on her way home from dealing with me. My mind raced. Then who the hell had been on the station platform last night?”

I couldn’t believe it so I raced after the constable.



“Are you sure about the time of the accident?”



She pulled out a notebook and flipped the pages and there it was in black and white. The accident had been reported to the police at 7.21 pm and that meant the accident must have occurred shortly before then. I thanked her and walked into the hospital.



Beth was sitting on a bed in the ward looking sorry for herself; her arm was in plaster and she looked white and drawn. She assured me that that she was really not badly hurt and felt even better now that she knew that I was free. We discussed it for some time and decided to leave it until later in the day to talk in detail about what happened to each other. So I left her as the nurses came to change the dressings on her cuts.



As I walked down the hospital corridor, I wondered what the hell had occurred last night.



I convinced myself after some time that I must have dropped off and dreamt about the other visitor and what happened. The more I considered this the more it had to be the only sensible answer.



At home I went straight upstairs to shave and have a shower before getting some sleep. As I stripped off my shirt and stood in front of the mirror to shave, I was shocked to see that my nipples had been painted with a deep crimson lipstick.



I ripped down my trousers and looked at my penis; the head was also deep red.



“Oh Christ”. If Beth was in hospital who the hell did this?



Then I thought back to Beth telling me that as soon as she woke up after the accident she told had the constable about our game and where I was then gave her the keys. But that would have been around nine o’clock! That morning, as the officer had opened my blindfold and I stopped blinking, I remembered studying the face of the police constable thinking she might be a rent-a-model because policewomen don’t wear much makeup on duty and her lipstick was a deep crimson.



THAT was why she had the smirk on her face!