Prepare her first.

Joe decided to warm her up first.

He moved her to the basement and lied her on one of creates. He cuffed her hands behind her back, with her own cuffs and he blindfolded her. He then set up the lighting in the room and cameras – when all was prepared, he sealed the door of the basement. He put on a balaclava and set the cameras to record. He then walked up to **** woman, sat next to her and woke her with smelling salts.

Celine started stirring as she slowly regained consciousness. After a moment, she sat up straight – Joe grabbed her by her hair then and pulled her head back

“What ar-!”

Whatever she wanted to say, died on her lips, when Joe touched her cheek with a side of knife’s blade.

“Shh… not a word… and don’t move… if you understand, nod.”

Tense, she nodded after a moment.

Joe smirked. He unbuttoned the few upper bottoms of her uniform and then of her shirt. He opened them, allowing her full bountiful breasts out. The black lacy bra was a beautiful design – very sexy. The way it hugged her breasts, held them up, pushed them together, creating a very distinctive cleavage…

Celine sucked her breath, when Joe started massaging her breasts, slowly, systematically. Carefully – not to damage the bra, he released each of her breasts from the bra-cups. They were big, round… delicious. He smirked as he noticed her erect nipples. A moan escaped the woman, as Joe put his mouth to her nipple and started sucking it. He soon let go and look at policewoman’s face – she was flushed and breathing heavily.

He slowly lowered himself and hiked up her skirt – revealing lacy stockings, garter-belt and panties. He could see the wet spot on her underwear and smell the her arousal. He made move to take off her panties but she clenched her legs together. With a sight he laid a knife on her tight – Celine tensed, but soon she opened up her legs, allowing Joe to take off her underwear. It would be a shame to destroy it.

“Ah!” a moan escaped her throat as he inserted fingers inside her pussy and started moving them. Only to leave her pussy alone not a moment later, and concentrate on her wonderful globes.

He played with her nipples, tweaked them with his fingers, squeezed them, bit them… he sucked her breast, kissed them, bit them… he massaged them, first gently, then harder, finally squeezing them as hard as he could, before again going gently.

During the entire process, Cecilia didn’t try anything that would **** Joe to act. She was covered with sweat and her face flushed due to his ministrations. She would moaned with pleasure when he played with her. When he hit one of her sensitive spots, she would rise her leg as if to kick, only to drop it back on the ground with loud click of her heel. She would hiss when he have squeezed her breasts to hard or bit her, but it would always be a sound filled with lust.

“Ahhh!” no a scream, but a guttural moan escaped her throat as she finally shook from orgasm.

Joe smirked as he looked down at the fluids escaping her pussy.

He then put a collar around her neck and attached a chain leash to it. The woman tensed when she felt the material around her neck – but when she felt the chain between her breasts and touching her pussy she moaned. The moan was accompanied by hardening of her nipples and the gush of fluids from her pussy – just as Joe predicted.

He got up and walked behind her and took out one of her tools – a pistol – and reloaded it.

Cecilia immediately tensed at the sound – she recognized what it was.

“I’m going to uncuff you. You are not going to move until I say so. You are not going to remove your blindfold, until I say so. Nod if you understand.”

When she nodded, Joe carefully uncuffed her.

“Now hands up… Ah, ah, ah – leave the skirt as it is. Hands up. Get up and walk forward.”

Slowly the policewoman got up with her hands up. Her breasts still out of her uniform, her skirt hiked up, her pussy juices flowing down her tights – a sight to see. Then she slowly started walking forward… with a sway of her hips, like model on the catwalk. Each of her steps was marked by the loud sound of click of her heels, each move accompanied by the rustling of her chain-leash.

“That’s far enough. Now, on your knees. Legs apart. Good. Now start playing with yourself.”

She knelt there, breathing heavily before reaching for her breasts and giving it a squeeze. It took her a moment to realize that she still had her white gloves on. As she made a move to take them off, Joe stopped her.

“No, leave the gloves on.”

She paused, then her hand went back to her breast, while other went to her pussy.

“Ahh!” Cecilia moaned as she slowly drowned in her own carnal pleasures. It took her but a three minutes to reach the first orgasm. While Joe sat and watched, while the cameras recorded.