Under Her Thumb – 7
By
Karen Singer
An hour ago, she was buying breakfast for one of her
snitches. She did that occasionally,
even when they didn’t have anything for her.
Her snitch today said he didn’t have anything, but during the course of their
meal, he mentioned that he had heard a vague rumor that Jimmy the Reaper was
back in town. That had certainly caught
her attention. Her snitch hadn’t even
known there was a bounty out on the Reaper.
A big one. His information though
was sketchy at best. Third hand. Still, now she was sitting here in her car
watching the Reaper’s former girlfriend’s house, in hopes Jimmy might make an
appearance. For the amount of that
reward, it was worth her time and effort, no matter how vague the tip.
With nothing better to do, she scrolled through her latest
texts on her cellphone. One from
yesterday popped up immediately. Not
business. Not her usual kind of business
anyway. She briefly read through the
short exchange again. Nice pics. Are you ready for me yet? She had texted back yesterday that no, she
wasn’t ready yet. She still had a long
way to go. That had ended that
exchange. She deleted the conversation.
But that short series of texts brought back the day she had
yesterday with Josie…Josie now instead of Jozy.
Had he realized she was gradually changing his name? Not that it mattered that much to her. She didn’t care in the least what he might
think about it. Since she was sitting
doing pretty much nothing, she sent Josie a short text. I need pictures of your stocking tops or
pantyhose in the next five minutes!
With that done, she sat back and relaxed, watching the dingy
little house up the street. It took six
minutes before her phone signaled a text message coming through. The extra minute didn’t matter to her, only
the picture that was attached. The top
of his pantyhose. That surprised her a
bit. But wearing them was his choice…as
long as he was wearing them. The picture
was proof. He sent back another
text. Good boy.
As she watched the house up the street, her mind briefly thought
about her next step for Josie. She would
wait until next weekend to handle it.
Saturday. If she wasn’t
preoccupied with finding another slimebag and collecting the reward. If she was busy, then Josie would just have
to wait.
In the meantime, she intended on going easier on him this
week. Sort of. But she had a feeling that over the course of
the entire week he would start to realize just how much she now had him under
her thumb. Of course, she also had to
wonder if he was bright enough to realize that at all. Getting him to do almost anything had been
remarkably easy. The mark of a true
submissive, whether he realized that or not.
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She had sat down the street from that little house for the
entire day, and now evening was setting in and she was still there. Patience and perseverance. That’s how the game was played. It was the only way to find what you wanted
sometimes. She checked her watch and
figured Josie had to be home by now. She
sent him a text. Have you had your
bath yet and shaved your legs?
She was almost surprised when the answering text came back
so quickly. Not yet. I just got home.
She texted back.
Good. Start sending me pictures. I want pictures of you pouring whatever you
want to use into your bath water. I want
pictures of you shaving your legs in the bath.
I want pictures of you putting skin lotion on your legs and I want
pictures of you in either the stockings or pantyhose before you put our pants
on. And finally, I want pictures of you
wearing a pair of your heels! Have you
eaten yet?
His text message came back.
No. I stopped in and got a
hamburger to go. I’ll eat it as fast as
I can.
She texted back. No! Eat it later.
You can send me pictures of that too.
Now get busy with your bath!
Pictures Josie. I need pictures!
While she waited, she noticed the car coming up the street
from the other direction. The car turned
into the driveway of the house she had been watching and a woman got out. Jimmy the Reaper’s girlfriend! She saw the woman looking briefly all around
before she headed quickly into the side door of her home. That one little action was by far the most
interesting thing she could have seen.
That brief look all around told her that most likely Jimmy was inside
that house. Her time sitting and waiting
was not for nothing. Unfortunately, it
wasn’t enough proof for her to bust in there and try and capture him. She was going to have to sit and wait. Maybe all night. Maybe tomorrow too. But eventually she would find further proof
of what she needed.
Her phone dinged a text coming in. She saw Josie pouring liquid from the bottle
of bath stuff. Lovely. She studied the picture for a few moments
before continuing to watch the house up the street. Five minutes later, she got another picture
from Josie showing a razor shaving his legs.
She looked at that picture for quite a while. But glancing up from the picture showed her
another car entering the driveway. The
man who got out caught all her attention.
One of Jimmy’s best friends, and he was carrying three pizza boxes. Too much pizza for just the girlfriend and
him. She watched until the friend went
into the house, then went back to staring at the lovely picture of the razor
against Josie’s leg.
Ten minutes later, she got another picture of Josie, this
time showing a blob of skin lotion on his bare leg. A few minutes later, she got one showing the
pantyhose on his legs again. She figured
they were the same pantyhose he had worn all day, but she didn’t care at all
about that. Finally, she got a picture
that showed the bottom of his pants just above the black patent high heels she
had made him buy the day before.
Perfect!
She quickly sent him another text. Lovely pictures. Now, before you eat your dinner, wet your
pants. I want a picture of your uneaten
burger in front of your nasty pee-soaked pants.
It was a few minutes before that picture came through, but
when it did, she nearly laughed. This
had been the best way possible to spend her time on a boring stakeout. She sent him another text. Enjoy your dinner. Let me know when you’re done.
It wasn’t too long before she got a text from him letting
her know he had finished eating.
Now it was time for the screws. She sent him a long text. I don’t care what you do tonight, but I
want your hand down inside your wet pants playing with yourself constantly. Non-stop!
All night until you go to bed. After
you go to bed too if you like. And don’t
forget, whenever you have to pee, you pee in those disgusting pants. Don’t you dare remove anything you’re
wearing, including those pretty new heels.
I don’t have much to do tonight, so I’ve got you on my mind. Just in case I decide to come over there and
walk in on you, don’t let me catch you not wearing a pair of heels, and don’t
let me catch you without your hand down inside your wet pants. And Josie, just so you know, when I make little
visits like that from time to time, I get angry if my instructions aren’t
followed to the letter. And don’t
forget, you’ve still got two more consequences to account for.
She sent the text off and figured that would hold him for
the rest of the night. It would have to
hold her too, but it did give her lots of lovely thoughts to think about while
she sat there and waited for something to happen in the little house up the
street.
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The following morning, she was more than a bit
perturbed. The night before, she had sat
down the street from the girlfriend’s house until nearly three in the morning,
but nobody had come out and nothing had happened. She finally went home and went to bed. This morning she was again sitting down the
street from the little house, watching it.
The girlfriend’s car was gone now, and so was the car belonging to
Jimmy’s best friend. There was no
movement at all from the little house.
She was tempted to go over there and break in just for a quick look, but
she dared not. In the daylight, with no
evidence, it would be a clear case of breaking and entry. Even the police couldn’t do that without a
warrant.
She sent Josie another text asking for pictures of the top
of his stockings again. Ten minutes
later she had the picture.
Stockings. No garter belt. Lovely!
She started her car and went home, but she would be back later to sit
and do another stakeout on the house.
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It wasn’t until her third evening watching the little house
that she got her first break. The night
before she had sent the same exact instructions to Josie asking for the same
pictures. She had done the same thing
again tonight. She would continue to do
it every night for a while. She wanted
to do a surprise inspection at his apartment tonight, but she couldn’t leave
her stakeout position.
It was eight o’clock and dark. She saw the side door of the house open, and
the girlfriend came out and headed for her car.
But before the girlfriend reached her car, she saw the door open again
and the girlfriend looked back. It was
difficult to see in the dark, but she was almost sure she saw Jimmy stick his
head out the door for a brief moment while he talked to his girlfriend. But it was only a very brief moment and then
the head was gone. As she watched, the
girlfriend got into her car and drove away.
Had it been Jimmy? She thought
so, but she wasn’t sure. It had simply
been too dark to tell.
She had two choices, go in there and find out if Jimmy was
really there, or follow the girlfriend.
She decided to follow the girlfriend.
She started the car and drove off.
A few minutes later, she watched the girlfriend park her car in front of
a supermarket. She followed her into the
store to see what she would buy. Ice-cream,
beer, and lots of snacks. Nothing she
could use, although it looked like a lot for just one person. But then she had already seen someone stick
their head out that door. Someone she thought
might be Jimmy the Reaper.
She bought a few extra snacks for her stakeout then went
back to her car. Since the supermarket
wasn’t that far from Josie’s apartment, she decided to make a quick detour,
heading for Josie’s apartment.
Once there, she went to his door and using her lockpicks,
she quietly unlocked the door. She
pulled a COVID mask over her face. When
she was ready, she opened the door and barged in as fast as she could. “Josie!
What are you doing?”
She saw the frightened look on his face. She also saw that he was just sitting there
on top of a sheet of plastic on his chair, watching TV without his hand
down in his pants like she had told him he had to. The smell of his pee-soaked pants was strong
in his apartment as she walked up to him and slapped his face. “Put that hand down in the front of your
pants and start playing with yourself!” she ordered.
His hand went down, but he complained, “But I can’t do
anything! I can’t get hard! And it’s starting to hurt!”
She stuck her face close to his face. “That’s the point. The next time I catch you without your hand
down there playing with yourself, I’ll glue that hand to your cock and balls so
you can’t remove it! You’ll have no
choice but to keep playing with it.”
The fright on his face was clear. So was the movement of his hand trying to
play with things inside his pants. Movement
that wasn’t going to let him get any real enjoyment out of the disgusting thing
he was doing. She took a moment to look
him over more closely. Everything now seemed
to be perfect. “Lovely Josie. Lovely.
Now just stay like that for the rest of the night. Maybe I’ll pop in later to make sure, maybe
not. I found you this time not doing
what you were supposed to.” She turned
and said one last thing to him, “Ta-ta Josie.”
With that she left him and headed back to her stakeout. She was sure she had seen Jimmy’s face
sticking out that door. She just wasn’t
totally certain of it.
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Thursday night she was back again at her stakeout. She just knew that Jimmy the Reaper was there
in that house, and she was going to catch him and get that reward if it was the
last thing she did. She was quick to
notice though that his girlfriend’s car wasn’t in the driveway yet. Where was she? Had Jimmy and her gone off somewhere while
she wasn’t around? The only thing she
could do was sit there and watch…and wait.
As usual, she had gotten the picture of Josie’s stocking
tops earlier that day, and once again the pictures of him in the bath shaving
his legs and getting ready for an evening of wearing wet pants and playing with
himself all night were starting to gradually come in.
Her attention on Josie’s pictures though was interrupted
when she saw Jimmy’s girlfriend finally pull into the driveway. She got out and opened the trunk of her car
and started pulling grocery bags out. She
saw the side door of the house open, and a head stick out and look around. Jimmy’s head!
She was sure of it this time.
After looking around quickly, Jimmy himself came out of the house to
help carry the groceries inside. She
grabbed her sawed off shotgun and was about to go in and arrest Jimmy, when
Jimmy’s best friend pulled into the driveway again. Bad odds.
Jimmy she could probably take alone, but not the two of them. Not with the reputation they had.
Once all the groceries had been unloaded and everyone
disappeared into the house, she left as well.
She would come back later and check the situation.
Instead of going home, she headed for Josie’s apartment. Since the last time she had made a surprise
visit, Josie’s hand had not been where it belonged, before going to his
apartment, she opened the trunk of her car and rifled through her bag of
tools. She pulled out a couple of small
items and stuck them in the pocket of her jeans. Only then did she head for his door.
As she had done before, she used her lockpicks to open the
lock before pulling the covid mask over her face. She opened his door as quietly as possible
and snuck silently inside. She heard the
TV going again and found him in the same chair as last time. And like last time, his hand wasn’t down
inside his pants. “Josy!” she yelled
loudly. She watched as he jumped so fast
he nearly fell out of his chair. He
jumped up and turned around to see her.
“Where does that hand belong?” she yelled. His hand went straight back into his wet pants,
and she saw the obvious motion of him playing with himself in there. “This is two times in a row I’ve stopped by
to inspect things and found the same damn problem. You can’t seem to remember the simple
instructions I gave you. Pull that hand
out and pull those wet pants down. Now!”
The moment he had his wet pants down to his knees she moved
in. From her pocket she pulled a short
length of thin steel chain. She wrapped
it tightly around the blue blob that was his cock and balls. She grabbed his hand and pulled it down to
the blue blob. “Grab it!” she ordered
sternly. The moment his hand was around
the plastic-coated cock and ball blob, she wrapped the chain tightly around his
wrist as well. From her pocket she
pulled out a small combination lock.
Bringing the ends of the chain tightly together, she put the lock
through the chain and closed it. She
backed away. “Now try to pull your hand
away,” she told him.
Joe did his best to pull his hand back from his cock and
balls, but he couldn’t, and the way she had chained it there, his hand landed
perfectly on top of it all and stayed right there. He tugged a few times, but it was obvious
that his hand wasn’t going anywhere.
“Perfect!” she said to herself as she moved in one more
time. She pulled his pants up for him,
fastened them, and fastened his belt as tight as she could, further trapping
his hand down inside his pants.
“Now,” she said.
“That hand will stay there until morning. I’ll text you the combination early enough so
that you can unfasten it and get ready for work. With a smile and a small laugh, she said,
“Ta-ta, Josie. Enjoy yourself.”
From Josie’s apartment, she went and got herself some dinner
and a few snacks. Then she went back to
her stakeout spot down the street from Jimmy the Reaper’s girlfriend’s
house. Hours later, she saw the friend
get back in his car and leave, but there was no further sign of either Jimmy or
his girlfriend. Knowing it was too
dangerous for her to break in on a man like Jimmy, she headed home for the
night.
She knew Jimmy was in there.
She just had to figure out how she could get him out of that house in
such a way that she could capture him.
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Early Friday morning she found herself back at her stakeout
spot once again. Early enough that she
didn’t text Josie the combination to free his hand until after she had parked
her car. She watched as Jimmy’s
girlfriend got into her car and left for work, but there was no sign of Jimmy. An hour later, she texted Josie to send her
the latest pictures of his stocking tops.
It was ten minutes before they came in, but she didn’t care about the
few extra minutes. Her mind was mostly
on her problem of Jimmy the Reaper inside his girlfriend’s house, and how she
was could manage to get at him.
She had been parked down the street from that house,
watching it all week now. She could be
patient when she needed to, but her patience was running out. She spent most of the morning thinking about
the events that took place that she had seen from her stakeout position. Shortly before lunch, a possible course of
action came to her. She started her car
and took off. No use sitting there right
now. She would come back later.
She returned to her stakeout position about half an hour
before Jimmy’s girlfriend usually got home from work. The minute she got there though, she texted
Josie with a few new instructions to keep him busy for much of the
evening. His first new instruction was
to go into a store somewhere on his way home from work and wet his pants in the
store, sending pictures of course. Then
she wanted him to spend at least half an hour in the store and send another
picture of his wet pants just before he left.
Then she wanted him to stop at a fast-food restaurant and go inside to
order his meal, naturally with more pictures.
When he got home, it was back to his usual routine of bath, shaving his
legs, moisturizer, hose, and heels. But
as soon as he was done, she wanted him to sit down and paint his fingernails. And of course, she was demanding that he send
her lots of lovely pictures.
Knowing that Josie was going to be busy for a while, she
grabbed the few things she knew she was going to need before she got out of her
car and headed carefully for the house she had been watching. She prayed that it would be only Jimmy’s
girlfriend that showed up. If his best friend
came, then she had no doubt that things could get really dicey, and she was
worried about how bad it was going to be as it was.
Sawed off-shotgun in hand, she hid herself behind the corner
of the house, just past the end of the driveway. Now it was a waiting game.
The girlfriend’s car pulled into the driveway. She waited and listened. She heard her getting out of her car. She heard her climbing the few steps up the
back door, and she heard her opening the door.
She moved as fast as she could.
As the girlfriend was still opening the door, she ran up behind her and
literally pushed her inside and down onto the floor. She ran forward through the kitchen, noticing
Jimmy the Reaper heading into the kitchen from the other direction. Her shotgun was already up and ready. “Drop to the floor!” she commanded. Instead of dropping, Jimmy dodged to the side
and dove behind the kitchen table. She dropped
to the floor herself and let loose with a blast of her shotgun under the table,
but she wasn’t aiming at Jimmy, she aimed and hit the kitchen wall right next
to him. Her hands pumped the shotgun to
load another cartridge in record time as she kept the gun trained right on
Jimmy.
But then she was attacked from behind. The damn girlfriend had jumped on her
back. She twisted and threw the
girlfriend off and smacked her in the head with the butt of her gun. But by that time, Jimmy himself was there. She had a rule she tried to follow whenever
possible. You don’t mess around with
perpetrators. Any perpetrator! You take them out fast and don’t give them a
way to fight back or escape. Unfortunately,
this time, she had underestimated Jimmy’s girlfriend, which gave Jimmy the
chance to fight back.
Lying on her back, she saw Jimmy’s big fist coming down
toward her face. She managed to deflect
it with a swipe of her shotgun barrel.
Jimmy’s other hand came around and grabbed the barrel of her gun. Still on the floor, on her back, she kicked
with everything she had, right up into Jimmy’s groin. The big man backed away in obvious pain. She got to her knees and managed to swing the
butt of her shotgun and hit his head. He
went down to the floor. The girlfriend
charged her again but this time she shoved the barrel of her gun right into the
girl’s stomach. She backed away and fell
to the floor in agony.
Jimmy was starting to move back toward her again, but he was
still on his knees and off balance.
Before he could grab her or her gun, she shoved the butt of her gun into
his head one more time, knocking him back to the floor and nearly knocking him
out. Before he could recover, she was on
him, pulling his arms behind his back.
She had him handcuffed in no time.
Then she went over to the girlfriend and used her second pair of
handcuffs on her like she had planned on doing all along. The perpetrator, and the accomplice who
harbored the criminal. She was going to
get a very nice payday for this.
Before going outside to get her car, she grabbed a lamp from
the living room table and used the electrical cord from it to tie Jimmy’s
ankles together. She used another one to
tie the girlfriend’s ankles together.
Still praying that Jimmy’s friend wouldn’t show up, she ran back to her
car and pulled it into the driveway.
Back inside the house, she moved the electrical cord bindings on both of
their ankles to just above their knees, making it very difficult for either of
them to walk. She forced them to walk
that way out to her car where she secured both of them safely in the back seat
of her car. She was gone a minute later.
As she looked back through her rearview mirror, she thought
she saw the friend’s car coming up the street behind her and pulling into the
driveway. That was close! If he had been there, she would have probably
had to really shoot someone.
The pictures Josie sent of him painting his fingernails, and
one final one of his nails finished came in long before she was finished
processing Jimmy and his girlfriend. But
right then, Josie was a very distant subject for her to think about. She had just captured one of the most wanted
men in the state. One that was going to
bring her perhaps the biggest reward she had ever earned.
When she was done with the process of turning them in, she
had only one thing on her mind.
Celebrating! But as she finally
sat in her car and went through the pictures Josie had sent that evening, she
decided something else. Tomorrow was
Saturday. She would continue celebrating
tomorrow by taking care of Josie’s second consequence. It was about time now to start changing his
life even more. She knew he wasn’t going
to like it, but that was too bad. This
was the plan all along.
With a few minutes of work on her cellphone, she forwarded
most of the pictures that Josie had sent that evening off to someone else. Someone who was very interested in what she
was doing with him. Someone who was
waiting only for her to finish.
