Get up

I slip out of the bed, not sure why I am being so quiet. I dress in the costume I picked up before - dark blue slacks and a dark blue shirt that even had a badge on it. I clip a set of handcuffs to my belt and creep out into the hall.

At the end of the hall I peek around the corner into the kitchen, and I see she is definitely up for role playing tonight. She is standing in the corner opposite me with her back turned. She's wearing a black knit cap and longish black t-shirt. The shirt is long enough to hang below her butt, but no further. Even from behind I can tell her enormous tits are stretching the t-shirt to the limit. As far as I can tell the only other thing she is wearing is a pair of black fingerless gloves.

I move across the room as quietly as I can, and as I do, she slowly reaches up for the cookie jar on the top shelf (we keep a bit of spare cash in the jar). As she stretches to her tip-toes for it, her shirt lifts, and I can see her black thong nestled between her perky cheeks. I step behind her just as she is fully extended, her fingertips touching the jar.

"Freeze," I blurt, feeling corny as I say it. But from the way she tenses up for a moment when I say it, I can tell she is surprised. "Slowly," I instruct her, "lower your arms and put your hands behind your back.

She does as I say, and as she does it I remove the cuffs from my belt. I click the cuffs around her slender wrists and read her her 'rights.'

"You have the right to remain silent," I whisper in her ear as I clamp the cuff around her left wrist. "You have the right to do whatever I say," as I close the other cuff around her right wrist. "If you do not do as I say, you have the right to be punished!"