The Submissive Detective-Dark Romance Story by Salty Vixen

Harry and Mike were at their desks busy working the Hurley murder when Lt. Tyler came into the squadroom.

“Here,” she said, handing a slip of paper to Detective Wilcox. “Look at this. It turns out that the deceased made a call from a payphone in Rockaway to this unlisted number in the Village 20 minutes before he got popped.”

“Who does the number belong to?” Harry asked.

“Jennifer Collins,” Mike said, reading the paper.

“What? His financial adviser?” Harry asked. “What’s he calling her for at 2:30 AM at the start of a three-day market holiday?”

“Maybe her advice is more than financial.”

“Wait a minute,” Mike said, “this says that the call lasted three seconds.”

“Enough for Ms. Collins to slam the phone down on him. Check it out.”

“Aw Lieutenant, her name doesn’t show in his personal or business financial records, other than the standard broker’s fees, and we’ve been over those, more than once,” Harry pleaded.

“Yeah,” Mike added, “We’re swamped here.”

“Well,” she relented, “Give it to the kid. He’s here to learn.”

The ‘kid’ was me. I’d just passed the detectives exam and had been posted to the 27th precinct for my apprenticeship. Tony, who was going to be my partner, was out sick so the other detectives were using me as a general gopher until he got back. I heard the whole exchange and looked up.

“You want me?”

“Yeah,” Mike said. “Jennifer Collins. Go check her out. Find out why Hurley called her and why the call lasted three seconds. Make sure that their relationship was strictly financial. It’s probably nothing.”

“Which is why you’re giving it to me?”

Lt. Tyler started to say something but Harry cut her off. “Aw c’mon kid, we all gotta start somewhere. Take the easy stuff now. Tony’s gonna work your balls off when he comes back.”

They were a good bunch and I knew that they meant well. “No problem,” I said getting up and taking the paper. “I’m outta here. Off to the Village. See ya’.”

I took the slip of paper and headed for the subway. No way was I going to drive in Manhattan noontime traffic. I caught the IRT to the Christopher St.-Sheridan Square Station and found Ms. Collins’ address easily enough, it was a smart townhouse. There was a wrought-iron gate with an intercom out front.

I buzzed.

“Yes?” came a woman’s voice.

“I’m Detective Howard King from the 27th precinct. I need to speak to Jennifer Collins please.”

“See the security camera above the front door?”

“Yes.”

“Hold up your badge and ID.”

“OK.” I held up my badge and ID.

The gate clicked open.

“Come in and shut the gate.”

I came in, shut the gate and walked up to the front door and was about to knock when it clicked open too. There was an intercom by the door. “Come in and shut the door. I’m in the open office down the hallway to your right.” It was the same voice as before.

I walked around to the right and entered a very neat and well-appointed office. Ms. Collins was obviously doing very well for herself. I saw a young, very good-looking woman sitting behind an oak desk working on a laptop.

I cleared my throat.

“Yes,” she said, without looking up, “I know you’re there. What do you want?”

“Ms. Collins…of Collins Financial Services?”

“Did you assume that a young woman could not run her own financial services company? Never assume. You should have learned that at the academy. Sit down Detective King.” She indicated the chair opposite her desk.

I took a seat. I waited while she worked. After about three minutes, she folded her laptop and looked up. “Yes?” she said smiling.

“Uh, please excuse me about…”

“I don’t accept excuses. Rectify your mistake by not repeating it.” She was still smiling.

Wasn’t she the bossy one. OK… “I need to ask you a few questions about Matthew Hurley. You were his financial adviser?”

“No. I do not advise; I instruct.”

“You instructed Matthew Hurley about…just his finances?”

She looked at me. “No Detective King, not just about his finances. I instructed him about whatever struck my fancy.”

“So you were lovers?”

“I dominated him; he was my submissive. I instructed; he obeyed.”

“Including about sex?”

“Of course.”

“He phoned an unlisted number that we traced to you 20 minutes before he was shot in Queens. The call lasted three seconds.”

“Because I slammed the phone down.”

“Why?

“He disobeyed me; I told him never to call me at that number.”

“Why do you think he did?”

“I don’t know; I don’t care. Pity, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“I was about to instruct him to move in with me so that he might attend me full-time. He had earned the privilege. Do I make you nervous Detective King? It would have been the next stage in his education.”

So Hurley was a weirdo and yes, she made me nervous. “And Hurley got his jollies by being your slave?”

Collins lost her smile and glowered at me. “Do you know what the difference between you and I is Detective King?”

“No, what?”

“It is the nature of our authority. Yours is extrinsic. It flows solely from your badge and gun.”

“And yours?”

“Is inherent in my person. Pre-conceived notions will only get you into trouble Detective King. Instead of jeering at what you do not understand, ask.”

“Hurley got off on being whipped by you and paid well for it? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

Aghast, she stared at me for a few seconds and then said, still glowering, “You really don’t understand anything, do you? I have never used a whip or any other device or special garment of any kind on any of my submissives nor have I taken so much as a cent from them. Do you think I do this for money? I have never extorted, blackmailed or publicly embarrassed any of my submissives!”

“Then what’s in it for them?”

She leaned forward and said, smiling again, with a glint in her eye, “Why Detective King, the intensely erotic and sublime thrill of totally submitting to me, sexually and otherwise. I dominate them body and soul, and I fulfill them body and soul. For them, it is true freedom and complete selflessness.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Men are told by almost every culture in the world that they are naturally, inherently, the dominant sex. But many men thrill to find that they secretly crave to be dominated by a woman, to submit to her discipline, especially sexually. Does this turn you on? But many of these men don’t realize this and have to be shown that it is so. The male ego is stubborn and not easily broken down; it can be a long process involving many carrots and many sticks, figuratively speaking of course.”

It did turn me on, kind of. But I sure wasn’t going to tell her that. I went back to the dearly departed. “Uh, how long did you have this financial…and other…relationship with the deceased and…”

“You haven’t answered my question Detective King. Three years.”

“…where were you on the night of August 23rd between midnight and 03:00?”

“Here. This is both my office and my home.”

“Were you alone?”

“Yes. I was in a conference call with 11 brokers in Singapore, Hong Kong and Sydney the entire time. Detective King, do not look at my breasts again, you have not earned that privilege; my eyes are up here…”

I hadn’t realized that I had glanced at her rack. She was wearing a loose pink sleeveless top with thin straps, and no bra. She had a great set. I looked her in the eye, embarrassed.

“…A courier will bring all the necessary particulars to the precinct before the close of business today. My phone records, my internet service provider and the nice computer people at One Police Plaza will tell you that I’m telling the truth. You’re erect, aren’t you? The NYPD may search these premises, including my computers, at any time; just call me at this number…”

She took out a business card and handed it to me.

“…first. I couldn’t have possibly killed Matthew. Detective King, I have a lot of work to do.”

Whew. That was intense. I was erect. I buttoned my jacket in an effort to hide it and stood up. “Thank you, for now, Ms. Collins…”

“I prefer ‘Ma’am’ but ‘Ms. Collins’ will do, for now.”

“…I’ll be in touch if I need anything.”

“I look forward to it Detective King. I will show you out; you don’t know the code for opening the door.” She got up and walked around to the front of her desk.

“Come.”

What a weirdo. She was wearing skintight jeans. We were at the entrance to the hallway when she suddenly spun around, backed me against the wall, unzipped my fly, shoved her hand in and grabbed me by the balls. She didn’t squeeze them or anything; she held them with just enough pressure to make her grip felt. She looked me in the eye. “Of course you are erect, painfully so.”

“What the hell are you doing? Let me go.”

“Do not curse in my presence. No.”

“C’mon, let me go!”

“Detective King, I will not let you go. These and what you’ve been fantasizing about sticking into me the whole time you’ve been here are mine; you’re mine. If you want me to let you go, you’ll have to make me. Don’t worry, I won’t press charges. Only you and I will ever know what happens here. Come on, make me let you go Detective King.” She started to stroke the underside of my penis, working her way slowly up to the underside of the tip.

I just looked at her and moaned in spite of myself, “Ahhhh…”

She smiled. “Follow me,” she ordered, walking off, “And do not ogle my ass,” she called out behind her, “You haven’t earned that privilege either.”

I followed her into another room.

“Take off all your clothes,” she said, turning to face me, “and put them on that table.”

I took off my jacket, tie and shirt. I then took off my shoes and socks. As I started to undo my belt I said, “I have to be back at…”

“Stop.”

I stopped, leaving my belt and the button of my pants undone.

“One, I did not give you leave to speak. Two, I’m well aware of the time constraints a junior detective must be under. You must, and will, learn to trust me implicitly, absolutely and without question. Reply ‘Yes ma’am’ and continue.”

“Yes ma’am.” I took off my pants and then my jockeys. My erect penis jutted out away from me. I was completely naked.

“Turn around slowly; make one complete revolution.”

She took off her top and stood opposite me just beyond the touch of my penis. “Contact with my person is a privilege you will have to earn. I require a token that you are giving your self to me. Pleasure yourself; don’t worry about where it goes. Maintain eye contact with me at all times. Reply ‘Yes ma’am’ and begin.”

What?! I hesitated…

“Reply ‘Yes ma’am’ and begin! The next command I have to repeat will be the last one you ever hear from me!”

“Yes ma’am.” Wow, I couldn’t believe I was doing this but I held the base of my erect penis with my left hand, holding it back against my groin. I began to quickly and firmly massage the underside of the tip with my right index and middle fingers. She looked at me smiling as I massaged myself. My breathing became strained and deeper, I started panting, as my tension heightened, as I became more and more aroused and closer to coming. She just looked at me, smiling, knowing, as I obeyed her. I started to moan as I felt myself getting very close. My body tensed up. I could tell that this was going to be one hell of an orgasm. I…

“Stop. Hands at your sides.”

I was about to let fly; I was as close as I could possibly get. Oh she couldn’t leave me like this! I would have blue nuts for a month! I was panting. My penis twitched and throbbed.

“Continue. Right hand only. Hold your penis away from you.”

I put my fingers back on the underside of the tip of my penis, clasping the other side with my thumb, and began stroking furiously. I stroked myself up to and over the point-of-no-return, crying out as the most violent an orgasm as I had had in a long time hit me and the first explosive jolt shot out of me, across the gap between us and splattered against her midriff. I suddenly understood: I was initiating myself into her service with this most intimate and personal of offerings: My hot semen – my very essence, and my helpless pleasure. I understood and I stroked myself harder and faster, desperate to expose my entire self to her; the joy and release of my orgasm was intense and I gave myself to it, to her. When I had finally spent myself, I felt thrilled and exhilarated.

“Very good Detective King, very good.”

“Thank you ma’am,” I gasped, unbidden.

“You catch on fast.” She indicated a box of Kleenex and some babywipes on one of the tables. “Clean me. Kleenex first, then wipes. Do not touch me. Step back when you’re done. Then clean yourself.”

I took some Kleenex wiped my self off of her, taking care not to touch her except with the Kleenex. Then I wiped her midriff with one of the babywipes and stepped back. She pulled her top back on. I cleaned myself. She held my balls and the base of my limp penis as before, with just enough pressure to make her grip felt.

“Throw those in that waste basket. Leave a business card and all of your home and work contact numbers and email addresses, and then get dressed. Do not try to contact me; I will contact you. You will be entirely celibate until further notice. Any command I give you is valid until I specifically rescind it.” She let me go.

“Yes ma’am.” I took a card out of my wallet and wrote the other details she wanted on the back. She watched me get dressed.

“Follow me.”

I followed her. I didn’t ogle her ass. She opened the door. “Good day Detective King.”

“Good day ma’am.”

I stepped out onto the walk. The outer gate clicked open. I left, closing it behind me.

I was still weak from coming. I couldn’t believe what had happened; I was in utter shock. Was I one of those men who secretly craved to be dominated by a woman, to submit to her discipline, especially sexually? Yes, I reflected, I suppose I was.

I hustled back to the subway station both afraid…and emboldened.