Lauren Rice stood in front of her full-length mirror, tilting her head slightly as she took in the reflection. The police costume was a daring choice — not something she’d ever worn before, but the way it hugged her frame made her feel powerful, bold, and just a l*ttle mischievous. The crisp navy-bl*e shirt clung to her curves, tucked neatly into the matching mini skirt. Her dark hair was tucked beneath a peaked cap, the silver badge glinting just above the brim. Bl*ck stockings stretched down to her boots, and a toy holster hugged her thigh.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling that familiar flutter of nerves and excitement building in her stomach. Mr. Knight had always encouraged her playful side, and tonight was her way of returning the favor.

She angled her phone and snapped a few selfies — some with a stern officer's stare, others with a teasing pout. She reviewed them quickly, smirking at how convincing she looked. She sent one off to Mr. Knight with a simple caption:

“Ready for inspection, sir.”

Almost immediately, her screen lit up with a response.

"On my way. Blindfold yourself before I get there."

She read the message twice, a pulse of anticipation coursing through her. Her fingers found the soft, white scarf she had laid out earlier — she had a feeling he’d make such a request. The cloth was cool and smooth as she folded it and brought it to her eyes. With a gentle knot behind her head, the world faded into darkness, and she stood still for a moment, letting her senses sharpen. The scent of her perfume hung lightly in the air. The faint creak of the floor beneath her boots sounded louder than usual. Her heart thudded steadily in her chest.

The wait was short, but the anticipation made it feel far longer. She heard the door unlock, open, and close. Quiet footsteps crossed the room.

“Officer Rice,” Mr. Knight said, his voice rich and approving. “You’re under suspicion of looking dangerously good.”

She laughed softly, hands still resting at her sides. “Is that so?”

He walked a slow circle around her, letting the silence draw out. She could feel his eyes on her — on every detail she’d so carefully prepared. Then:

“Stand tall. Turn around slowly — I want a full view.”

Lauren obeyed, spinning slowly on the spot. The rustle of fabric and the quiet creak of leather played in the stillness. She could feel his approval without needing to see it.

“Now, face the mirror. Hands flat against the glass.”

The order sent a fresh thrill through her. She stepped forward until her fingers touched the cool surface. The mirror was smooth beneath her palms, a stark contrast to the warmth rising in her cheeks.

He stepped in behind her, close enough that she could feel his presence — not quite touching, but electric all the same. Then came the frisk. His hands started at her shoulders, sliding down her arms, lingering at her wrists. Then to her sides, brushing over her waist, her hips, down her thighs. His movements were slow, thorough, a mixture of formality and intimacy.

“You’re carrying a lot of attitude, officer,” he murmured near her ear.

“I plead guilty,” she whispered back.

Without another word, he unclipped the toy handcuffs from her belt. The click of the cuffs was soft but final as her wrists were drawn behind her back and secured. She tested the restraint gently, smiling behind the blindfold.

Mr. Knight guided her away from the mirror with steady hands on her shoulders. “Let’s move to the sofa. You’ll need a moment to reflect on your... conduct.”

The journey across the room was short, but each step was measured. When she sat, he knelt before her. She felt the smooth press of tape at her ankles, firm but not harsh. Each layer was applied with care, wrapping up her calves, above and below the knees, then her thighs. His hands were sure and deliberate, never rushing.

“You’re being very thorough, sir,” she said softly.

“I take my duty seriously.”

Finally, he rose and circled behind her again. She felt the gentle tension as tape was wound around her upper arms and chest, snug enough to hold her, but with room to breathe. It was more symbolic than strict — a costume of restraint that matched her role perfectly.

Then, he stepped back, admiring his work.

“There,” he said. “You’re secured and under house arrest. Your sentence: to sit there and enjoy every second.”

Lauren gave a quiet, contented sigh. The blindfold heightened everything — the sense of being observed, of being cared for, of stepping into a world where imagination was queen.

He didn’t say another word. He didn’t need to.

She heard his footsteps retreat briefly before returning to settle nearby — silent company, letting the moment linger. She's left to struggle against her strict b*ndage, then after a while he returns, this time with a Doxy s*x wand which he uses on her to bring her to climax...

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Bndage Gebundener rgasmus Klebeband-Bndage Lauren Rice in Police roleplay ends in strict tape bndage mit C4s.com