Officer Sloans Pov:
Two days later, I stand in the locker room at the station, having just got off an early shift when I feel my phone buzz. Taking it out of my pocket, I glance at the screen and freeze as I find the message is from the asshole from the other day.
Master Mark: I want a picture of you in your uniform.
My blood turns to ice as I look around. There is a full-length mirror against the far wall and I luckily am the only one in the locker room aside from the few guys in the showers. Taking a breath, I approach the mirror and open my camera app. I lift the device and make sure that it captures my entire figure, not wanting to anger Mark and have him demand more from me. I send the picture and turn on my heel.
Just as I take a step forward, my phone buzzes again. Looking down, I find another message from him.
"Take those boots, and bring them to me."
Glancing down, I find a pair of boots belonging to one of my fellow officers sitting on the ground. Fear strikes me as I process what he is asking of me. Knowing that I have no other choice, I open my locker and grab my bag. I quickly bend down and stuff the boots inside. I stand up and hastily make my way out of the locker room and head into my car. Once I am safely behind the wheel, I take out my phone and send a message back to him.
>"I got them you son of a bitch"
He replies just as I turn on the engine.
<"Good, come over, I want to have some fun with you."
Rolling my eyes, I reply with an affirmative before pulling out of the parking lot and begin making my way to his place
Pulling into his driveway, I take a breath before stepping out and making my way to his door. Raising my hand, I knock on the door and wait. A few seconds later, he opens it and smiles at me. "Good, and you brought the bag," he nods before stepping aside and letting me inside.
"You made me steal my coworker's boots!" I hiss.
Mark glares at me for a moment before moving forward and pushing his hand against my chest to force me against the wall.
"Show me some respect, or my finger just may slip and send those photos."
I pause as I hold his gaze before glaring and sighing.
He smiles before finally stepping back. "Come with me," he says before turning and walking away. He leads me to the door that I know leads to his basement, and take a moment to steel myself before following him down the stairs. He takes me into the dungeon and closes the door. "Take off your uniform."
Gritting my teeth, I begin doing as he instructs. "Yes, Sir," I reply.
Once I am wearing nothing but my boxers, I turn my gaze to him and wait. He notices the collar around my neck and smiles. Stepping forward, he reaches out to touch it. "Good, you've kept it on."
"Not like I had a choice," I grumble.
I stand there as he continues to run his hands along my chest, he gropes my pecs and pinches my nipples, causing me to gasp. He smiles at my reaction and lowers his hand to my crotch. He cups me and massages my groin before stepping away.
"I think today we should start with some simple bondage," he tells me. "I'm going to tie your hands behind your back, and you are going to kneel at my feet," he explains. "And if you are a good boy, I may even let you come,"
I growl but say nothing in response. I watch as he moves to one of the cupboards and pulls out a length of rope that he carries back to me. "Hands behind your back," he smiles and winks at me.
