Foreign holiday

By Mel

One

It was a beautiful warm sunny day.  At 21, I had just graduated from university.  I had found a job, but was not due to start for a while, so had decided to have a holiday abroad.  This island seemed ideal.  It had a very good climate.  It was a former British colony, so everyone spoke English and they even drove on the left.  And so there I was, driving happily in my hire car along a totally deserted country road.

Suddenly, a police car appeared in my rear-view mirror.  He seemed to want me to pull over.  What could be the problem?  I stopped as soon as I could, and he parked behind me and walked over to me.

"How can I help you, officer?" I asked, flashing my best smile.  He slowly looked me over, noting my figure in my tight t-shirt and miniskirt.

"Wow, you must be the prettiest, sexiest girl I've ever stopped," he said at last.  "But you were speeding."

"But officer," I protested, "the speed limit here is 50, isn't it?  I was only doing about 40."

He shook his head.  "That won't wash, even from someone as pretty as you.  I clocked you at 65 kilometres an hour."

I was shocked as I realised my error.  "Oh dear, I assumed the speed limit was in miles per hour, because they all are in Britain.  I'm very sorry officer, it was just a silly mistake and it won't happen again, I promise."

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse," he replied sternly.  Let me see what's in your boot."

I opened the boot; he examined it carefully but found nothing except the spare tyre.  "Now your glove compartment."

I opened that and he took everything out.  At the bottom he found two pairs of handcuffs.  He picked them up, looking puzzled.  "What are these for, Miss?"

I blushed.  "Well, I just bought those, you see I like to do a bit of self-bondage and I couldn't bring my ones from Britain in case they tripped the metal detector at the airport, and …"  I stopped in confusion.

The policeman seemed greatly amused.  "OK Miss, let's see you writhing about a bit in self-bondage and maybe I'll waive the speeding ticket this once.  I don't want to damage our tourist industry by being too zealous with a visitor."

OK, I thought, if he wants me to put on a show for him then I'll give him one.  I opened my handbag and took out a silk handkerchief and a silk scarf.  Rolling up the scarf into a narrow strip, I tied a reef knot in the middle of the strip.  I stuffed the handkerchief into my mouth; it filled it nicely, making my cheeks bulge slightly.  I then tied the scarf tightly around my head, making an effective gag as the handkerchief was pushed further in.  Taking the handcuffs, I fastened one pair around my ankles and then with the other pair I fastened my wrists behind my back.  I knew that I could easily bring my wrists over my feet, then remove my gag and unlock the handcuffs.

Being thus in bondage, I started to writhe around, carefully making sure that my miniskirt rode up high enough to reveal my black satin thong.  As I hoped, he was evidently really enjoying himself.

"Turn your back to me," he said.  I wriggled around until I was facing away from him.  He grabbed my elbows and put a pair of his own handcuffs on them.  I was startled and tried to yell, but my own gag stifled it.  Anyway, on this deserted road I don't suppose anyone else was within earshot.  "Now you just sit still and behave yourself, young lady," he warned.

He then got out his radio.  "Hey Jonny, come here quick.  You won't believe this."  He gave his location and hung up.  I turned around and glared at him, but he just laughed.  There was nothing I could do.

After a few minutes, another police car arrived.  The driver got out and ran over.  "What's the matter Bill …" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me.

"And she did most of this to herself," laughed Bill, explaining the situation.

Jonny stood silent for a minute, resting his chin on his hand.  "Hm, well, it's quite obvious that she was preparing an act of terrorism," he said thoughtfully.  "You know, that means that under the provisions of the Prevention of Terrorism Act we have the power to hold her for three days incommunicado at the station.  And as the sergeant's away for a few days, we'll have the place to ourselves."

Bill roared with laughter.  "Three days!  We can have no end of fun in that time," he chuckled.  "You're a genius, Jonny."

"Oh, and for our own protection against this dangerous terrorist, we'd better secure her further, "said Jonny.  Pulling a scarf out of his pocket, he tied my knees tightly together.  "Let's make her lie face down."  I was too frightened to resist as they pulled me out of the car and made me lie down across the back seat.  Then they bent my legs and joined the cuffs at my wrists and ankles with yet another pair, putting me into a strict hogcuff.

Lifting me up, they shoved me head first onto the floor of Bill's car between the front and back seats.  Bill got into the front seat.  "OK Jonny, I'll see you back at the station."  He started the engine and we headed off.

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