“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”  Old Testament.

It was summer of 2010.  Tina was driving too fast.  She was trying to call her fiancé but kept hitting redial instead.  Her distraction caused her to drift across the center line and just barely corrected in time to avoid oncoming traffic.  Tina pulled over to the emergency lane and broke down, ugly crying like high school girl dumped at the Prom.  Her car shook from the wind carried by the 18-wheelers screeching past her.  Tina’s phone started ringing.  She hit answer without looking or caring who was calling.  She just needed to talk.

“Tina?  Tina, it’s Dad.”  Tina almost lost it again.  She’d been trying to call him all morning.  She really needed her dad.  But she held it together for his sake.

“Hi Dad.  Are you at the hospital?”

“Yeah, Baby.  Your calls didn’t show up in the room.  I just saw them when I went to the chapel so I came outside to call you back.  You’re coming right?

“Yes, of course, Dad.  How’s Jeremy?  Is he going to be…”

“He’s OK.”  Tina’s dad didn’t wait for her to finish to give her the relief she needed so badly.  “He is in and out of consciousness but he’s stable.  He’s asking for you.  But don’t hurry.  Be safe.  We’re all here.  Jeremy is safe.”  Tina held her hand to her mouth to stifle the sound of her sobs of relief.  She inhaled hard, the air streaming between her fingers like a filter, creating a faint whistle.

“Dad, you know this wasn’t accidental, right?”  Tina could feel her father’s anguish as she began piercing his armor or denial. “Jeremy did this before, remember.  I found him about the take all of those pills.  Remember Dad?”  Tina twisted the dagger. She had to.  “Dad, I told you.  Remember?”

“Yes!”  Tina’s father blurted.  And then in a shaky voice, “Yes, babe.  I’ll talk to him again.”  Tina shook her head aware of the futility of doing so during a phone call.

“No, no dad.  That’s not enough.  You have to get Jeremy help.  You have to check him in somewhere or something?  This is the second time…”

“OK.  Yes.  Yes.  I’ll take care of that.  I didn’t mean I’d only talk to him.  Of course.”  Tina didn’t let up.

“We can’t just pray Dad.  Please.  Tell me you GET that.”

“Tina, praying is the best thing we can do.  Only God can save Jeremy.  But I WILL get him s doctor of a therapist of someone.  OK?”  Now Tina couldn’t hold it in.  She burst out sobbing again.

“OK.  Thank you, Daddy.”  Tina slumped down into her seat and dropped her phone in the passenger seat.

“I’ll get him somewhere.  We’ll talk to someone. Just don’t tell your mother, Tina.  She.  She’s having such a hard time.  Let me take care of telling her, OK.”

“Yes Daddy….”

(The story flashes forward about ten years to the early 2021.)

“I don’t know Sexy Pants.  Seems like a sketchy idea to me,” Mia typed.  “I mean, you don’t know this Master at all.  And you’re just giving him the password to your air mat?  Like, when you turn it on, you can’t get yourself out at all, right?”  Tina was busy rigging up her self bondage system while she and Mia were chatting.

“First of all, yes, that’s right, which you know.  And that’s in large part to all of the excellent ideas and practice session YOU helped me with.  Thank you very much!”

“You’re welcome, cunt.”  Mia had a serious cussing problem.

“And second, you’re one to talk!  You met Sandy at a party…”

“That’s MISTRESS Sandy.  Show respect!”

“Not to me.  Not yet at least.”





“True.  True.  But fingers crossed, right, slut???”

“LOL.  As I was saying….you met MISTRESS Sandy at a party and couldn’t wait to jump into chains for her.  And joking aside, with your history, that probably wasn’t the smartest move.  I mean, thank goodness Sandy…er, Mistress Sandy turned out to be amazing, but you were took a big chance.”

“Didn’t see it that way Sexy Pants.  A sub has to sub and a slave has to slave.  Lol.”  Mia had a knack for distributing complicated statements of wisdom in the simplest, most understandable form.

“Copy that, bitch.  But seriously, what’s the worst that can happen?  I’m in my own house!  I’m in Kentucky and He’s way down in Georgia.  And the only thing he knows about me is my first name and my email address.  Nothing to worry about.”

“So you say.  So you say.”

“And let me remind you that I’ve offered to give you my login more than once and you keep turning me down.”

“Tina, you know I can’t just go playing with other subs.  I belong to Mistress Sandy.”

“I know.  I get it.  But you COULD ask her.”

Mia didn’t respond.  She probably stepped away to make a sandwich.  Tina went back to rigging up her self-bondage for the night.  The Master that she met online and had been talking to for several weeks seemed very intense, which was super attractive to Tina.  He wanted Tina to tie herself into a spreadeagled frog tie with her elbows tied and her wrists tied to her ankles.  This happened to be one of Tina’s favorite positions, even though it took quite a bit of rigging, but it was well worth it.  And she’d been given an order, so there wasn’t going to be any debate about it anyway.  Master also wanted Tina to be able to read and respond to messages so the ball gag with the stylist was also to be employed.  Tina finished setting everything up.  She got herself into her cuffs, ropes and gag.  Now she just needed to wait for Master to engage the air mat remotely and she’d be good and helpless.  The idea of someone else that she barely knew controlling her bondage was incredibly exciting and slightly intimidating.

Tina waited for what seemed like forever for Master to turn on the mat.  He was almost an hour later than their scheduled start time.  And just then, Tinas phone started ringing.  At first Tina planned to ignore it.  The phone was off to the side of her mat and she wouldn’t be able to reach it once the mat pulled the slack out of the tethers.  Then again, she could reach over and check it now and if Master turned the mat, she could quickly slide it off to the side and not mess anything up.

“Hello,” Tina answered.

“Oh thank God.  Tina, it’s Sarah.  I really, really, really need your help.”  Tina thought it sounded important.  (wink)  “Tina, I have my Use of Force exam tomorrow and I am not ready for the cuffing and searching part.  I thought that was next week.  It’s TOMORROW!  Please come over and practice with me.  Please, please, pleassssseee.”

Sarah was Tina’s best friend.  Sarah was a police cadet and about to finish her final exams at the academy.  Then, she’d be able to join her husband, Lou, at the police department.  Lou, by the way, was Tina’s other best friend, and also the second-best firearms instructor in the county.

“Can’t Lou work you out,” Tina asked.

“He’s working 3rd shift.  He won’t be home until right before I’m leaving for finals.”

Tina looked up at the chat screen on the tablet mounted eye level, right in front of her partially tied up self.  There was nothing from Master.  It was already past an hour since their scheduled start time….

“OK.  But you REALLY owe me.”  Tina started getting herself untied.

“Yeah!!  You’re the best.  You’re awesome.  I love you!”

“OK.  Whatever,” Tina laughed.  “Be there in like 15.”

“Bring your toothbrush and stay tonight, ok?”

“Bye….”  Looks like Tina was sleeping on Lou’s side of the bed tonight.  Tina got herself all the way out.  She was in a hurry.  She quickly typed a message on the tablet.  “Master, I’m sorry.  I waited an hour and 13 minutes.  A friend called and needs my help.  I’m going to stay at her house tonight.  I can explain more tomorrow.”

Approximately 20 minutes later, Tina was going through reps of arresting a subject with Sarah.  Sarah was the “bad guy,” and Tina was the arresting officer.  They were standing approximately 20 feet apart.  Tina called out in her more authoritative “cop” voice.

“Sarah, this is the police.  I have a warrant for your arrest.  Stop and put your hands on top of your head!”

“You’ll never take me alive pig!” Sarah joked.

“For this I’m giving up sex with an online Master….” Tina complained.

“Sorry, sorry.  I’ll be serious.”

“Thank you!  Now once again.  Hands on your head!”  Sarah quietly, this time, put both her hands on top of her head.

“No take your right hand and grab the back of your t-shirt on the collar.”  Sarah did so.  “Now start crumbling up the collar so your shirt lifts up at the waist.”  Sarah grabbed a healthy handful of her t-shirt.  She scrunched it and lifted until her shirt lifted up a few inches above her waistband.  “Good.  Now slowly rotate all the way around.”  With her hands still above her head and one hand holding her shirt collar, Sarah began rotating in place.  Once Sarah got halfway around, Tina saw a plastic toy gun tucked into her waistband.  “Stop right there Sarah.  I see the gun.  Do not go for the gun or I WILL shoot you.”  Sarah stopped facing away from Tina.  “Get down on your knees, one at a time.”  Sarah did so.  “Put your hands on the ground out in front of you as far as you can reach.”  Sarah did so.  “Now scoot your feet back so that you’re lying flat on your belly.”  Sarah did so.  “Put your hands back on top of your head.”  Sarah did so.  “Cross your ankles.”  Sarah did so.  “Now pull your feet up as close to your butt as you can get them.”  Sarah bent her legs and pulled her feet in so that they were nearly touching her ass, somewhat resembling a hogtie.  A similarity that was not lost on Tina and that predictably stirred the ever-present horny butterflies in her stomach.

Satisfied (but not SATISFIED), Tina walked casually over to Sarah.  “OK.  So, your partner would still have their weapon out.  You’d approach from the side.  You’d grab the subjects hands like this.”  Tina tightly squeezed Sarah’s interlocked fingers and pulled her head back slightly.  “See how you’re off balance like this?”

“Ouch.  Yeah.  I see.”  Sarah winced.

“I got your hands, right?  You can’t swing at me or reach for the gun?”

“No.  You got me.”  Sarah’s breathing was getting shallow.  Or was that Tina’s breathing?

“Next you’d just lean your knee into the subject’s crossed ankles and push them down so they can’t use their legs.  And you’d quickly grab the weapon and then back away.”

“Aren’t you going to demonstrate?”  Sarah asked.  Tina very much wanted to demonstrate.

“No.  You get it, I think.”  Tina was starting to perspire.

“No, I really need to pass this test.  Just show me the whole thing,” Sarah demanded.

“Yes Ma’am,” Tina swallowed after she spoke.  Why did she say Ma’am?  “So, you just lean in here.  Tina knelt down with her knee on Sarah’s crossed ankles pushing them all the way down against Sarah’s ass.  “You can’t move your legs like this.  See?”  Sarah did not answer.  “And go ahead and pull the subject’s head back a little more.  Is that ok?”  Tina tilted Sarah’s head back so that her eyes were almost looking straight up at the ceiling.

“Mmm Hmm,” Sarah replied in the affirmative.

“And then you just go for the weapon…”  Suddenly Sarah started struggling.  Not super hard struggling.  She just tried to free her fingers and push out with her feet.  “HEY!!” Tina shouted.  She leaned down hard on Sarah’s legs and clamped down harder on Sarah’s fingers.  Then Tina decided to get back into role.  “Police!  Stop resisting!”  Sarah broke role and smiled broadly.  Tina pulled Sarah’s head back a little more.  Tina admired Sarah’s long, slender neck.  Tina thought about twisting Sarah’s arms behind her back and snapping the cuffs on her wrists.  Tina imagined Sarah’s surprise if she were to then pull off her own t-shirt and use it to cleave gag Sarah’s pretty mouth.  Tina imagined how Sarah might flinch and try to pull away as she carefully searched her sexy body for weapons, contraband, toys…”

“OK, OK.  Dang Tina.”  Sarah shouted.  Tina relaxed but did not release her hold on Sarah.  “You know,” Sarah said, “It’s a good thing we aren’t gay.”

“What??”  Tina released Sarah and stepped back.

“It’s good we aren’t gay.  Because that was kinda hot.  Lou could be in trouble.”  Sarah laughed.  Tina tried to laugh.  Then Tina composed herself.

“Come on.  We have a lot of work to do.  Your turn to be the officer.”

Tina and Sarah spent the rest of the evening going through the various arrest techniques that Sarah would be tested on.  Sarah wound up passing the test and taking her oath of service.  Tina attended the ceremony and saw Lou give here her badge.  Sarah and Lou are Tina’s best friends to this day and they continue to try to set up Tina on blind dates with poor, unsuspecting cops on the force.

Sarah and Lou have also both been Tina’s “safety spotters” when Tina wanted to try some of her riskier, or more complicated self-bondage sessions.  Tina decided to start using safety spotters a few days after the use of force practice session with Sarah.

(The next morning, Tina left Sarah and Lou’s house, went to the gym, showered, ran a bunch of errands, and didn’t get home until around 5:00 PM.)

Tina felt like something was off as she approached her front door.  She stepped off the walkway and moved behind a tree in the yard.  Tina drew the Glock from its holster and held it in a cover ready position close to her chest.  She speed walked quickly around to the back of the house careful to look in each window as she did so.  Tina unlocked the backdoor.

“I have a gun.  Anyone in there, run out the front door right now or I swear to God, I will kill you.”  Tina waited 5 minutes.  She did not hear anyone.  She carefully entered the house and went about slowly, methodically, checking every room.  Tina finally made her way down into the basement.  As soon as she opened the basement door, she heard the familiar sounds of the air pump for her self-bondage air mat.  Tina relaxed a little but didn’t holster up until she’d made it down the stairs and was satisfied the room was secure.

Tina remembered how she’d left in a hurry to help Sarah the night before and that she hadn’t cleaned up her “playroom.”  Still, she didn’t remember leaving the mat turned on.  Tina walked over to turn off the mat when she noticed the chat field on her tablet was completely filled up.  She picked the tablet up off it’s mount and read.  There were pages of messages from the Master.  They started maybe an hour after she had given up and left to help Sarah.

“I was delayed.  But I see that the power outlets are online.  Are you ready for me to dominate you, Tina?”

“I’m going to turn on your bondage now.”  Tina noted that the app indicated that the outlet controlling the air mat was turned on at 9:00 PM yesterday, almost 20 hours ago!

“So you’re stuck now, aren’t you Tina?”

“I’ll take your silence as an affirmative.  Well Tina, I have news for you.  I’ve decided I don’t want you as online slave.  I want you in real life.”

“Now, tell me your address.”

“I’m waiting slave.  Tell me your address.  I’ll be there in a few hours to collect what’s mine.”

“Where are you slave?”

“Listen slave, you can’t escape, or you’d have done so already.  The longer you wait the worse it will be for you.”

“Tell me your address, slut, now.”

“I am not letting you go until you tell me your fucking address.”  That last message was 30 minutes ago.  Just as Tina read it, another message appeared.  “Face it slave, you’re fucked.  It’s over.  Now tell me where you are.”

Tina was about to respond when she saw her message to the Master telling him that she had left for the evening was still in the “compose” field and had not been sent.  Did he think she was tied up?

“Where are you?”  Tina wrote.

“There you are slave.  I’m just outside of Paris.  Now tell me your address.  And call me Master.”

Tina started to type her address.  “45 S….”  But then she stopped and deleted it.  Instead she wrote, “I wasn’t home last night.  I waited, but then I left.”  Tina saw that the Master began typing a response.  But Tina started typing more, and he stopped.  “I typed you a message, but it must not have sent, so you didn’t know.”  The Master was silent.  “I almost sent you my address.”

“Yes, send me your address.  I don’t care if you aren’t tied up yet.”

Tina ignored his response.  “That way you would come to my home, and you’d walk inside uninvited and with bad intentions, and I could send 16 hot balls of lead into your body.  And by Kentucky laws, it would be self-defense under our state’s “castle laws.”  Tina paused to see if he would respond, but he did not begin typing.  So Tina continued.

“I am a submissive, but I am not yours.  In fact, your worthless life is mine, you pussy.  It’s mine because the reason you’ll still be breathing tomorrow is because I decided to allow it.”  Still no response.

“Here’s the deal asshole.  I’m going to call my friend at the KY State Police.  He owes me because I train his guys up if they’re scores get a little low at the range.  I’m going to tell them that they’re an asshole child molester driving southbound on I75 from Paris on his way to Tennessee with Georgia plates.  I don’t know what you’re driving, so you have a chance.  Get the fuck out of my state.  And I do not want to hear from you ever again.”

The Master’s account showed up as “Deactivated” the next time Tina searched for it.