"Where do I sign up?"

"Where do I sign up?"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you wish you could pull them back. Your sister is giggling into her gag and winking at her husband, who just smiles at her and says, "Yep. You were right. I'll go call Jennifer now." At your confused expression, his smile turns into a grin. "Sarah and I had a bet. Winner picked Sarah's next sex partner. She wanted Jennifer Crockett. I would've handed her to Jenny's husband."

"You don't want to see your wife with a woman?" Another voice broke into the conversation. You'd know that warm, husky contralto anywhere. Anita Rogers stood in the doorway to the living room, smirking. "I thought every man wanted to see two women playing with each other." Your mouth dries up as you look at the voluptuous redhead. She's not a small woman in any of her dimensions, being nearly six feet tall, and very curvy. She definitely had a very feminine form, and you always made excuses to be elsewhere whenever she turned up. There was an erotic tension between the two of you, and you'd always strained to avoid her, preferring not to risk knowing how she might feel about you. At the moment, she was wearing her police uniform, a dull brownish thing whose only saving grace was the tight pants clinging to her hips and legs.

"Not this man." Brad said. "It might be habit-forming." His grin was still in place.

"Oh, I assure you, it is." Anita smiled. "Takes a very secure man to risk his wife like this. My respect just went up a notch or two, chief."

"Oh, while you're here, Anita, you remember Jane Doe, Sarah's sister, right? She's volunteered to be our House Arrest Detainee."

Anita's eyes fall on you, flashing green pools you already feel yourself getting lost in. You were already so horny from your sister's descriptions of married life, and now the one woman on the planet you'd switch teams for is looking at you like she wants you. Butterflies are putting on an air show in your tummy as she beams her smile at you. "Thank you so much, Jane, you'll be compensated for your detain time at a special inspector's salary, in recognition of the great community service you're going to do."

The way she drew out 'service' made you think of your tongue servicing her. Or her husband. Steve was your biggest obstacle, and also your biggest crush. Another reason you tried to stay away. 'She's married,' you tell youself, 'to the hottest guy in town. And you'd need to flip a coin to decide between the two.' What you say out loud is, "That's very generous. I don't know that it's..."

"You can decide that after you've spent a day in the shackles we've got set up for this. It's no picnic, trust me." Anita cut you off. "And speaking of shackles, we've got a volunteer detainee who can be processed while Steve sets up the equipment in her house." She made a little 'turn around' gesture, and pointed at the wall. "Assume the position, darlin'."

Mouth open, you look from her to Brad, to Sarah. They seem to be taking her seriously, so you turn and plant your hands on the wall, shoulders' width apart, and spread your feet the same distance. Anita startles you by running her hands through your hair first, then doing an unhurried 'pat down' of you, groping and squeezing your breasts as she pants in your ear. "You are so sexy, Jane, I'm going to love watching you amble around shackled like your sister!" Next, she stroked your legs and ass through your pantyhose and skirt, again making it more of a fondling than any kind of search. She slid one hand under to cup your pussy through your panties and pantyhose. "Wet already, I see. You're going to be so much fun, sweety!" With that, she wrapped a belt around your waist, which had handcuffs through a big ring in the back. You were quickly cuffed in a businesslike manner, then she put legirons on you, trailing a chain back up to the belt to keep the eighteen inches of slack from dragging the ground as you walked. She gave you a light peck on the lips, then said, "Open wide, honey. This is a standard issue ballgag. we use 'em for difficult prisoner transfers."

"I'm not going to be difficult," you say as she approaches with the ball, "There's no need to..."

She's pressed the ball against your chin. "I said, open wide. You're going to be gagged most of the week, so you might as well get used to it now."