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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: From Bestselling Author of Enslaved in Minnesota Trilogy! Katrina and Alex are intense, dominate, Officer Tom Sinclair is promoted to the SWAT team on his police department. During his initiation, he discovers that there is more to being on the SWAT team than meets the eye. He introduced to the secret meeting place of the SWAT team where bondage, torture and the living out all and all sexual fantasies is encouraged and expected. He quickly warms to the idea of taking absolute control of those who are submissive by nature to satisfy his needs and urges. It's not much of change from how he takes control on the streets. The idea of being in control spills over into his relationship with his girlfriend Tesh. He introduces her to his world by using a pair of nipple clamps. He finds her not only receptive to trying something new but hooked on the idea of exploring further when she experiences an incredible climax. He has no problem in helping her with her exploration. Eagerly, he begins to open new vistas of sexual pleasure. He takes her to a fancy restaurant and has her masturbate to a climax after dinner as a way of demonstrating his control and her need to be obedient. Since other officers take their girlfriends or wives to be used and enjoyed by others at the secret meeting place of the SWAT team, he anxious to have Tesh become a part of this new world of sexual intensity and fulfillment. He plans a special party for Tesh and invites other members of the SWAT team along with their submissives to join him in taking Tesh to the next level of obedience. Mistress Darlene, a member of the SWAT team, helps Tom with process as she rekindles and explores Tesh's bi-sexual needs. Tesh finds herself caught up in all of the excitement. She discovers that deep down inside she is a submissive. After an evening of submission and incredible sex, she has difficulty in agreeing to wear her master's collar. She wants to be his property. Master Tom Sinclair places his collar on Tesh and accepts her gift of submission. He watches as Tesh nipple is pierced and a silver ring is inserted into it to mark her as his property. He smiles as he anticipates using and sharing his property with other members of the SWAT team.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2007

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [124 KB]
Words: 28517
Reading time: 81-114 min.

"Congratulations! You are now a member of our S.W.A.T. team," Sergeant Carlos Martinez said to Officer Tom Sinclair.

As he finished toweling off after his shower in the police locker room, Tom said, "You mean I've made it?"

"Yes. Lieutenant Franks just made the decision after reviewing all the reports."

"Great! I really worked hard to get on the team and the competition was fierce," Tom commented as he slipped into his off-duty attire of blue jeans and a loose fitting denim shirt.

"It was close. But you came out on top. You are now a member of the most elite squad of the Los Angeles Police Department."

Placing his off-duty weapon into the band of the jeans, he pulled the denim shirt over the handle to conceal it. "I know. I'm a member of S.W.A.T.--Special Weapons Assault Team. I am sure it will look good in my file."

"It can't hurt. Lt. Franks wants to welcome you to the squad personally."

"When?"

"Tonight. Meet us at the Nick's Bar. That's where we usually hang out."

"Us?'

"Yeah, the whole team will be there. It is always a special occasion to welcome a new member to the squad. And Nick does have some of the coldest beer in town."

"What time?"

"We will all be there about nine o'clock. Dress casual like you are."

"Okay. I will be there. And I will be thirsty."

"These one hundred degree days do make you that," Sergeant Martinez agreed before turning and walking out of the locker room.

"I will see you tonight," Tom called after him as he finished tying the shoelaces on his Nike cross-trainers. Looking in the mirror, he checked his appearance and made sure the 9mm was secure and concealed in the waistband of his jeans. A smile spread across his face. I am on the fucking team. Raising his fist in the air, he pulled it down quickly. "Yes!" he said aloud. "I am on the fucking team." He had no idea just how true his words were.

Leaving the police building, he fired up his special edition yellow Saturn SC2 and headed for his house in the valley. He needed to take care of his German shepherd and water the yard before it blew away from all of the heat.

"Shit, I better call Talicia and let her know I am busy tonight," he reminded himself as he turned the sprinklers off.

Talicia was his newest girlfriend. And he didn't want her pissed at him for not picking her up tonight as he had promised. He dialed her number. "Hi."

"Oh, hi, Hon. Are we still on for tonight?" She was looking forward to a late dinner, a movie and more.

"Sorry change of plans. I was just promoted to S.W.A.T. and the Lieutenant wants to welcome me to the squad tonight."

"Congrats on the promotion. I know you have wanted it for a long time," she offered. The disappointed registered in her voice.

"Sorry, Tesh," he said using her pet name and lengthen the sound of the long "e" as he recognized her disappointment.

"I really wanted to be with you tonight." In reality, she really needed to get laid.

"I want to be with you, too, Tesh," he said sincerely knowing that she was perpetually horny. She was like no other woman he had ever dated. She loved sex--all kinds of sex--and wasn't afraid to admit it. "But I have no choice. The Lieutenant wants to see me tonight."

"Can you come over later?"

"Not sure. It might be a late night. I can make up for it tomorrow night," he said to appease her.

"Okay," she said in a brighter tone. "And believe me you will make up for not being here tonight."

"An expensive dinner?"

"Definitely. Then you will be my dessert. And I will want seconds and maybe thirds."

"I know how much you like dessert, especially chocolate ones."

"Yes, I love chocolate desserts. And I think I know what I am going to dip in chocolate and enjoy eating."

"So do I," he said. He still wasn't used to how easily she shared her sexual thoughts with him. But he liked her attitude and her appetite for chocolate and sex. His cock twinged at the thought of being covered in chocolate and devoured with her luscious lips. "Tomorrow, Tesh."

"Okay. Enjoy yourself tonight. But not too much," she added knowing how cops could party.

"I will save myself for you," he said and replaced the phone in cradle. He closed his eyes for a moment. She is the best thing I have run across in a long time.

Finding a parking spot for the Saturn coupe was a little difficult. And he was running a little late. Entering Nicks at 9:10 p.m., he immediately saw Lt. Franks, Sergeant Martinez and the team gathered around a large table at the back of the bar. Its position prevented anyone from getting behind them and enabled them to watch the entire bar. It was in the perfect tactical position for police officers who wanted to keep themselves safe.

"Welcome, Tom," Lt. Franks greeted him and extended his right hand.

"Thank you, Sir." He shook the lieutenant's hand.

"You can cut the 'Sir' crap out tonight. We are all friends here.

"Call me Jim."

"Okay, Jim."

"It is good to have you on the team."

"Thanks. I am looking forward to working with you."

"We are a close team, a very close team." Turning to the other team members, he continued, "Everyone, this is our newest member, Tom Sinclair."

"Welcome, Tom," came from the nine members of the squad.

Tom nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"The first drink is on me," Jim said and handled him a shot of Canadian Club. "Congratulations," he continued. Tom looked at all of the team members holding their shot glasses.

"Thank you," he said and slammed the shot.

The team, five men, three women and Sergeant Martinez, cheered and joined him in slamming down their own shots.

"Have one more," suggested Sergeant Martinez. "And then we will get on with your initiation."

Accepting the second shot, Tom asked, "Initiation?"

"Just a small ceremony to officially make you a member of the team. Salute!"

"Salute!" Tom said and siphoned off his drink. He was beginning to feel the alcohol entering his blood system.

"Tom," Jim continued. "I selected you for the S.W.A.T team because you have consistently demonstrated your ability to control and take control. That characteristic of being in control is an important part of what we do."

"I know." He was beginning to feel good for a number of reasons. And yes, he did like being in control.

Jim continued, "You have impressed me with your ability to dominate and lead those around you. So tonight, we are going to welcome you into our group with a special ceremony that will let others know that you a member of S.W.A.T. and that you are to be respected and obeyed."

"Okay," Tom said as he pondered Jim's words especially the word obey.

"Take a seat," Jim said and pointed to the one in the corner. "Darlene will conduct the rest of the initiation rite."

Tom watched as Darlene, a tall Amazon looking woman with red hair, moved out of the group and stood in front of him. In the dim light of the bar, he saw just how well she was developed as her short skirt revealed her well-tone legs and her biceps stained against the fabric of her blouse.

"See this gold ring. You will always wear this to mark you as a member of S.W.A.T."

Tom glanced around. "I don't see anyone else wearing an earring."

As the laughter, which erupted from the team members, subsided, she continued, "It's not an earring. It's a nipple ring." Opening her blouse and removing her right breast from the cup of her bra, she simply stated, "Believe me. We all have one and we do wear it all times."

Tom eyed the gold ring that was inserted through her nipple before she replaced it in the cup her bra and buttoned her blouse. "Everyone has one?" His question was answered by the nods of his fellow team members.

"I am ready if you are," Darlene said as she held a needle in her fingers. "Lift your shirt." After he lifted his shirt, she took his right nipple in her left hand and examined it. "I was afraid you might have a small nipple, but you don't. This one will be easy to pierce."

Tom didn't like that word. He watched as she swabbed his nipple with alcohol and felt the coolness as it evaporated. He watched as she pulled the nipple out and selected the right spot to pierce.

"This will hurt a bit. But I will make it quick," she said as the needle began to move through his extended nipple.

He flinched at the introduction of pain. He watched as the point of the needle reappeared on the opposite side of his nipple and then was pulled completely through.

"Perfect fit," Darlene said as the gold ring was inserted.

"Welcome to the team."

"Yes, welcome to the team," agreed the others.

Tom looked at his new ring and wondered what Tesh would think about it. "The beer is on me," he said and lowered his shirt.

"Drink up," Lt. Franks said when the beer arrived. After emptying the pitchers of beer, Lt. Franks continued, "Let's get moving. I am sure the others are wondering where we are." Turning to Tom, he added, "The party is just beginning. You are going to find out very soon what else S.W.A.T. stands for. You will be riding with me."

Okay, Jim."

Once on the way, Jim continued, "We are going to a very special place. It is a part of S.W.A.T. that very few people outside of the team members know about. And I mean only very few select people are aware of what we do off-duty. You will soon know what I am talking about and you will be sworn to secrecy. Understand?"

"Yes, Lieutenant." Tom wondered what he had gotten himself into.

"Good. S.W.A.T. means Special Weapons Assault Team. Remember what I said about you being on the team because you can take control of situations?"

"Yes."

"Well, S.W.A.T. also means Supreme Warriors or Women, in the case of Darlene and Jennifer, Authoritative Teachers--S.W.A.T."

"What does that mean?"

"It means you are the top dog. It means that people are going to respect you and follow your commands and demands without hesitation. It means that whatever you want you will get."

Tom noticed the smile on Jim's face. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand."

"You will soon. And you will be so happy that you are on the team. And remember anyone you see with a gold ring through the right nipple is a member of S.W.A.T."

"Okay."

"We are here," Jim said as he parked in front of a warehouse near the harbor.

As he got out of the car, Tom noticed the rest of the team arriving. He looked at the non-descript warehouse. He noticed that all of the windows were covered and that several other cars were parked in the area.

When the rest of the team gathered around, Jim continued, "Tom, we know you are going to enjoy yourself tonight. If you have any questions, just ask one of us."

"I will."

"Good. Remember being here is like going to the Elks. What you see and hear here, you leave here. Everything done here is done with the complete confidence that no one will ever tell. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lieutenant, I do." What the fuck goes on inside of here crossed his mind.

"Great. Let go in and get you introduced to the all of the benefits of belonging to S.W.A.T. Oh, if you see people with a silver ring in their left nipple, they are members of s.w.a.t. with small letters."

"What does that mean?"

"Tom, it means submissives wanting attention and torture from Supreme Warriors (Women) Authoritative Teachers. You will understand better once we get inside."

"And remember you are in charge and are expected to take control," Darlene reminded him.

"Make us proud," Sergeant Martinez said.

"I can't wait to get started," said Jennifer.

"Neither can I," said Dave, a fellow team member, as he entered the combination to the secured door and led the way into the warehouse.

Jennifer added, "If you have any questions, just ask me."

"I will." He looked into her dark blue eyes. The intensity he saw made a chill moving up his spine. "What was that all about?" he asked himself as he made his way into the warehouse. After passing through two sets of locked doors, he found himself in main area of the warehouse. "What the fuck," he said as he saw all of the BDSM equipment in the room.

"That is what most people say when they first see this place," Lt. Franks said. "It is our private dungeon. It is a good place to get rid of all of your pent up stress and frustration."

"I have only read about places like this," Tom volunteered.

"True. However, I also know that you have done some experimenting with bdsm. That fact is what tipped the tables in your favor when I selected you for the team."

"You do?" Tom was surprised at his revelation about his interest in and experimenting with bdsm.

"Yes, I do. And I bet you were curious about what really happens in places like this?"

"Yes," he admitted. "I have been very curious."

"And wanted to do some of the stuff you have read about?"

"Well, yes. There is a part of me that wanted to experience some of what I've read about and go way beyond what I have done so far."