When the Master Comes: Speed Trap Part V

Mark could feel them. Feel their desire. Wanting to be treated as his superior, yet feeling the longing for submission that so many women had—especially here.

The book was right about this place. I’ll have to find out more but for now…

“Power is interesting,” he mentioned.

“I, uh…”

“I mean,” Mark said, “You have power, Beatrice. You have a gun, and the power to arrest. Most people would look at you like you were strong…”

“We do our duty,” Susan said. She tried to meet his gaze but broke it after only a few moments. Mark smiled.

“Do you? But some people submit, find themselves answering a tiny part of themselves that desires to kneel.”

“What?” Beatrice said, her eyes widening. “We don’t do that!”

“Of course not,” Mark said. But he felt a little thrill to them, their bodies answering his question. “You would never submissively accept what a boss might tell you. Standing timidly, taking his orders…”

“No-no, of course not!”

“Especially a weak, boss.” Mark stood up and smiled. Both women looked up at him, Susan’s cheeks flushing. “Because that would make you weak.” He tilted his head, locking his gaze on Susan, feeling her rising… need. “But you would never submit to a weak man.”

“I’d never sub—“ Beatrice looked down. “Sorry.”

“Why not?” Mark asked, and now he could feel their need, and he stoked it, the reserves of his power fueled by the two women’s desire.  The chief was fat, useless, and weak, but… he could feel their thoughts, wondering what it would be like if the man was strong. “Haven’t you ever felt the need?” He put power into his words. “Think of it, kneeling before one you know is your superior. Haven’t you ever imagined playing at it, and finding that you’re no longer playing?

The women were still sitting, their breath coming faster.

He exerted his power, taking their arousal, making it his. “Would you like to see?” He smiled. “Just nod. I don’t want you speaking.”

****

Susan shivered. She kept remembering how she’d been silent in front of the Chief. That fat, lazy pig, who just had the ability to fuck her over with those documents, those fake documents, but it wouldn’t help her. And here was a man, standing, looking down at her, and his voice was… strong.  Powerful.  He walked behind them, and Susan started—

“Keep looking at the wall,” he said. He said. There was something about that voice, that caused her to shiver. Caused a warmth to rise in her pussy.

Then he put his hand on her head, and Susan shivered. She was sitting, Beatrice was sitting. Next to her, and his other hand was on her trainee’s head. Just pressing down a little, reminding them that HE was behind them.

 She’d never had a man do this before, but now it felt like…

Like she was in his power.

Mark’s voice was low, filling the room. “But isn’t it exciting? To give up all of your autonomy, to give yourself to someone else, of your free will, even if you may never make a decision again…”

Susan gasped. She wasn’t just warm, she was getting wet. Why was she getting wet at this? She was a cop, with a gun and a badge, but here she was, sitting obediently, not talking because he’d told her to stay silent, and…

She was getting wet. She could smell the scent of arousal from Beatrice.

I should tell him this is over. I should tell him we need to get back to work. I need… I need…

To stay here. To… obey.

“Could you imagine it. Stripping at the order of your man? Or maybe being given to a man…” Mark’s voice was filling the world. “Close your eyes,” his voice said and there was nothing but that voice. Susan closed her eyes. “You could be standing on a stage, as a man stripped you. Your badge, your equipment belt… then starting on your clothing…”

Beatrice moaned. Susan joined her. She could imagine it. She could see it, the dim shapes of the men surrounding her as her clothing hit the floor. As everything that marked her as more than a man’s woman, his pet hit the floor. She imagined the cool air ghosting over her pussy as everyone looked at her naked form… Deciding who would take her.

She’d always hated the way the chief controlled them, but was it the control…

Or just that he was a weak man instead of someone who could take control…

She whimpered. Mark’s hand caressed her hair… then ran down to her neck and lightly tightened around it, like he was her…

Her…

Owner. She bit her lips, but couldn’t stop her moan as she came, her body shuddering and fluid pooling under her soaked fabric. The room stank of her and Beatrice’s arousal.

“I can feel it,” Mark said. “You know, that lust and desire gives power, but submission, gives more power than you can believe. When a woman gives herself, she is bound…”

“Uh…”

“Quietly now. After all, maybe you should remember that it’s important to only speak when you’re permitted…”

Susan gasped at that. Speak when you’re permitted. Wait for the man to tell you… The chief had never tried that…

But here she was, in a chair, still clothed, her badge and gun at hand…

But she felt naked.

She knew he was watching her, judging her, deciding whether or not she and Beatrice were…

Acceptable.

Susan almost begged him, almost spoke out loud, but he’d told her, he’d commanded her and she couldn’t… Even as his hand cupped one meaty tit through her shirt and bra, rubbing it. Susan bit her lip, trying not to disobey his border, as he did the same to Beatrice. She would…. She would…

“Well!” Mark said. “I think it’s time I have a nap.”

Wait. What?

“You two can talk, but you’d probably best be on your way.” Mark smiled. Susan wanted to scream at him. She was… she needed… she couldn’t…

But he was dismissing her, and Beatrice’s pleading look, Susan knew, was reflected on her own face.

“Don’t you… don’t you want…”

“No.” His voice  was firm. “I think you two should go finish you day, and… reflect on what you want.”

I want you. I want to kneel before you, kiss your feet…

But he… He told them to leave. Susan got up, unsteadily, putting her hands over the stain in her pants, as Beatrice did the same.

“But I—“

“It’s time to go, Beatrice,” Mark said. “Think about what you want, what you… need, and maybe I’ll see you… later.”

He turned, dismissing them.

They walked out, closing the door behind them, heading down to the lobby. The Asian wasn’t there, fortunately, because there was no disguising their stained pants…

And Susan was panting. Because every time she closed her eyes now… She was back in that dark room, stripped naked…

And the man standing before her was Mark.