Cum Candies

Cum Candies

By SG

Anobody7@hotmail.com

       I decided to take a short break from my main writing project that I’m working on to play with this story. I wanted to try out a couple different writing styles and ideas that had formed in my head. As always, I greatly appreciate any feed back, thoughts and ideas you can give.

       So I guess this all started a couple days back. One could argue that this all began at age thirteen when I first discovered my passion for exhibitionism among other fetishes. It was at age thirteen at a sleep over at a friend’s house where I discovered the thrill and excitement that comes with being an exhibitionist. Given the option between taking a truth or a dare I choose to take a dare. I soon found myself walking down the road in the chill of the night air wearing only my sandals. Instead of the expected fear and apprehension that most people would be filled with when streaking down a road I was filled with a sense of excitement unlike anything I had previously experienced. While most people would have run back to their cloths as soon as they fulfilled the dare I continued to walk a little further down the road knowing at any moment I might be discovered.

       Since that time I can not claim to have taken my life down a path of wild and outrageous experiences. By most standards I am a typical young girl. I am a junior at a university studying to get my bachelors degree. I have normal friends and do normal things on the weekends. I do wear tighter cloths then some and tend to be a little wilder at parties then most of my friends but nothing to rouse any suspicions. Basically I had become a closet exhibitionist although when I am well away from my friends or if the right opportunity arises that part of my life does show through. When it does I always get serious attention from the men around me. I am 5’10” with a body that is trimmed and toned as a result of always being active.

       A couple days back had found me visiting an adult oriented store. In layman’s terms I went to a sex store. Despite being a bit of an exhibitionist I still get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of some one I know seeing me enter a sex store. Instead of going to the nearest store just off campus I ended up driving to the other side of town to the shadier district of this fair city. My outing to this store was the result of a costume party that was up and coming. I had to laugh at myself a little knowing that what over costume I purchased would be blatantly obvious as to its origins yet I still didn’t want to be seen buying it. I was worried about what kind of reputation I might get if people even got an inkling of my true interests.

       Being new to the store I wondered between isles rather aimlessly. As I took everything in I found a familiar feeling beginning to build deep within me. It felt naughty to be in a sex store looking at toys and cloths which was a feeling I found to be completely exhilarating. A smile crossed my lips as I contemplated who might be watching me as I strolled through the store. I imagined that I was being recorded on the store security cameras, that everything I picked up and looked at was captured on tape. Picking up a dildo made the feelings grow to entirely new levels. I haven’t felt this way since the day I had walked naked on the road so many years ago.

       Eventually I did manage to refocus my attention to the reason I had first come in here. Going to the clothing rack I picked through everything they had till I found a costume I liked. The outfit I chose was a pin striped mobster girl costume. Taking the costume into the dressing room and after putting it on I immediately knew I had to buy it. In the mirror I saw a bad ass girl staring back at me dressed in a black pin striped skirt that wrapped tightly around my hips and stopped above the mid thigh mark. Stopping at my navel was a matching black with white pin striped shirt with white collar. The shirt had a plunging neck line with the top button at mid chest level directly between my boobs. The costume came complete with a pin striped hat and toy gun.

       Once I had changed back into my cloths I gathered up the costume and headed for the register. I’m not sure why they caught my eye but for some reason I couldn’t ignore them. On a rack were various novelty medicines and candies. Most were the novelty items you see at any party story, jelly beans in a bottle labeled as anti aging pills. The section that caught my eyes were not the candies labeled as cures for bizarre illnesses but the ones labeled as being meant to taste like certain things. Modeled after the jelly belly’s from the Harry Potter movies that tasted like ear wax and vomit, which were also included on the rack of candies, the ones that caught my eye were the ones based around sexual things. The flavors ranged from chocolate covered strawberries to latex and even the taste of sperm.

       It was as I was checking out these sexual flavors that the female store clerk came over to offer assistance. Because the candies intrigued me and because a wicked prank was beginning to form in my mind I asked the sales lady how close the candies actually came to the real thing. Her replay was that the candies were extremely close to what they described.

       A rather devious smile spread across my lips as a plan began to solidify in my mind. The candies came in the kind of pharmacy bottles that are colored but still clear. The bottles were packaged in clear boxes. Picking up a box and examining the contents held within it I was happy to find that the candies were in pill form. The pills were the same size and shape as the mints I always carried around with me and was always munching on.

       Seeing me smile the sales lady, Helen, asked what I was thinking about. Apparently it was pretty obvious that I was planning something. I explained to her that I always have mints with me and that I am always eating them. I also explained to her that my friends were always asking for some and that I shared as many mints with other people as I ate myself. The prank I was thinking of is to switch out the mints with one of the candies on display that has a less than appealing taste.

       Helen started laughing as she pictured the face of someone who ate one of these candies unsuspectingly. She was now my accomplice as she began helping me brain storm the perfect way to pull off this prank. Picking off the shelf a bottle of candies labeled as Cum Candies she removed the packaging and opened the bottle. She explained that no one had been interested in the candies and they were now on clearance. The store was basically trying to give them away to get rid of them and make room on the selves. Pulling out one of the candies she handed it to me to try.

       My accomplice on this prank just laughed as she saw me immediately gag and try to spit. I was glad I had only sucked on the candy and hadn’t actually bit it. Fighting hard to suppress my gag reflex I finally managed to swallow the candy whole. The taste was true to the advertisement. It really did taste like someone had just ejaculated into my mouth. I started to laugh at what my friends face would look like if they bit into this not knowing. After taking some crap from Helen about not being able to swallow we walked to the counter with my costume along with the opened bottle of candies and an unopened one. She gave me a buy one get one free discount as long as I promised to come back in a couple days and tell her how it went.

       When I finally made it home that night I was still on a sexual high from the day’s experience. I couldn’t stop thinking about the cameras in the store capturing my face as I ate that candy. I was actually excited over being embarrassed at the store. The thought crossed my mind of how I would react if I was given one of those candies when I was around other people. I would have to hide my gag reflex so that no one around me would know I had the taste of cum in my mouth.

       That morning I was feeling a little daring. I had spent the whole night imagining what would happen if I ate one of those candies and everyone around me knew I had the taste of sex in my mouth. Pulling my tin of mints out of my purse I poured a few mints out to make room for the candies. I dumped an entire bottle of the candies into the tin of mints. Closing the lid I shook up the tin to mix the mints with the candies. There was about three times as many mints as candies which meant when I did start eating them there was a one in four chance of eating something less than pleasant.

       It was at the start of my second class that the odds finally caught up with me. I had already eaten four pills during my first class with all of them being mints. I had just sat down in my second class and had popped in what I though might be a mint into my mouth as I waited for the class to start. Before I had a chance to taste the pill in my mouth I bit down and crushed it between my teeth. My mouth was flooded with the taste of salty cum. To make matters worse the crushed candy made my mouth immediately begin to water adding to the volume of the vile tasting substance in my mouth.

       Like before the taste of cum made me gag at first and thus prevented me from swallowing. With my mouth watering the amount of cum in my mouth seemed to grow. When I did finally manage to swallow it felt as though my entire mouth had been filled with hot cum. One thing that quickly became apparent that I had not noticed back at the store was the after effect of the candy. No matter how much I swallowed I couldn’t get the taste out of my mouth. In addition to still tasting the cum in my mouth I could now clearly smell it on my breath.

The candies worked just like a mint. The only difference was that a mint leaves your mouth tasting good and your breath smelling nice for long periods of time. The candy I chewed on left mouth tasting like and smelling like it had been used by an entire fraternity’s worth of guys. I considered trying to eat another mint to cover up the smell on my breath but knew there was a chance I might end up with another candy. I found myself mixed with an odd combination of embarrassment and excitement realizing that anyone sitting next to me was probably going to think I had just given a guy some serious head before class. Just like when I was a kid and when I was in the store, the thought of discovery which will mortify the average person seemed to fuel a burning desire deep within me. In my next class I continued to eat the pills in the mint tin till once again my mouth was filled with the taste of cum.

I never did pull the prank on any of my friends like I had planned. Instead of tricking one of my friends into eating the candies I was dreaming of new ways to force myself to eat one. Every time I bit into one of those candies and my mouth was filled with the after taste of a blow job I felt a rush of excitement. I decided to go back to the store tomorrow and buy the rest of the Cum Candies. I knew at the rate I was eating them I would soon be out.

The next day I woke up rather early. My dreams had been filled with the taste of cum and with me naked on campus and in cars. The exhibitionist desires that had been hidden away in the back of my mind were suddenly coming forward in full force. For my trip back to the store I decided to add an exciting twist. My plan was to go to the sex store dressed in my costume. I wanted to be seen in public going into a sex store dressed in my new sexy outfit. My roommates were already gone from the house so I didn’t have to worry about them finding out I was dressing up early. The costume party was tonight. At that point no one would think any differently at seeing me dressed in my revealing costume, but if anyone found out I wore the costume to go back to the store then questions would be asked.

I put on a black g-string and the pin striped skirt, shirt and hat. There was no need for a bra since the shirt squeezed my boobs in and showed off my cleavage on its own. I tucked the toy gun in the waist band of the skirt which wasn’t the easiest thing to do given how tightly it fit around my hips. But with a little work I did get the gun tucked under the waist band in the very front of my tummy. After digging through my closet I found a small black purse to go with the outfit along with a pair of black three inch heels. In my purse I only put my cash and of course my “mints”. The mints at this point were about a fifty-fifty mix of mints and candies. 

The reason I felt safe going out into public dressed like this is because the section of town the novelty store was in had a reputation as the red light district. Although I’m sure I will get attention walking down the street dressed like this, I should still blend in with the rest of the girls walking around down there. While I didn’t think my outfit would cause any problems down there I did know I had to get this errand done early on today. The area was also known as being a high crime area which is the reason I only planned to keep cash in my purse. If I got mugged I didn’t want to have my drivers license and credit cards taken.

Just driving through town to get to the store was thrilling. Even though I was fully clothed I felt as if I was driving down the street completely naked and I loved it. When I stopped at red lights I would glance out the corner of my eye to see if anyone was staring at me. Several times during the drive I could be found with one hand reaching up under my skirt to play with my clit. I was also eating the pills in the mint tin as I drove. By the time I made it to the store my panties were soaked and my breath reeked of cum and mint. I was so excited I had to fight the urge to hike my skirt up, rip my g-string off and finger bang myself to an orgasm right here in my car.

Although I didn’t give in and masturbate in my car I did drive past the novelty shop and around to the other side of the block. I could have parked right in front of the store and made it in without anyone seeing me but I wanted to make myself walk through public. After parking on the absolute furthest possible corner I got out of my car. I made sure the car locked then hid the key deep in my shirt held deep between my breasts. If my purse got stolen I didn’t want to lose my car key.

I found the skirt tried to ride up as I walked down the street and had to constantly fight to keep it pulled down to a proper length. Other than that the walk was very pleasant. Even the weather was cooperating on my sexy stroll through town. Without a cloud in the sky I was able to stay warm with the sun shining down on the dark fabric of my costume. Without the sun this walk would have been quite chilly. I was half way down the first side of the block when I noticed the ally that ran between the buildings. If I went down the ally it would take me to the other side of the block right next to the store but going down an ally dressed like this just seemed like a completely idiotic idea. Besides, the whole point of parking on this side of the block was to force myself to walk around in public.

I made it around the block and to the store with out any major incidences. I did get a number of stares from passersby and a couple of cat calls but other than that nothing major. As luck would have it I entered the store to find the same sales lady who had helped me before working today. Her jaw about hit the counter when she saw me walk in wearing the same costume I had bought only days before. Enjoying the attention I was suddenly receiving I did a slow turn so that she could take in the full view.

Pleasantries were quickly exchanged before she inquired as to the outcome of the prank. I had to admit to her that I had never followed through with the prank but then went into detail about my experience. She grinned and wrinkled her nose as she caught a whiff of my breath. My cheeks turned red as I blushed from being discovered with cum on my breath but it also added fuel to the fire now burning fiercely between my legs. I explained to her how turned on this all made me. I also told her I desperately wanted to buy the rest of the Cum Candies from her before anyone else did.

Instead of sending me home with twenty small bottles of the candies we decided to pour all of the pills into a single Ziploc baggy that would fit into my purse. While we opened all the individual bottles and poured them into one baggy we took the time to chat. Mostly we talked about our previous sexual encounters and even some of our deepest fantasies. The whole experience I had gone through before coming into here had left me feeling very horny which in turn made me much freer to talk openly about my darkest desires.

Our conversation actually started out innocently enough. She had asked about why I had bought the costume and more importantly why I had worn it back to the store. I explained to her that there was a costume party tonight and that I wanted to wear something risky that would get me lots of attention. That led into me telling her about the time I went streaking buck ass naked down the middle of a road. From there we started talking about the thrill I got from being out in public wearing stuff that is provocative and sometimes even nothing at all. I was admitting to her as much as, for the first time, admitting to myself that I was an exhibitionist. Just talking about and admitting to being an exhibitionist was enough to make myself start buzzing.

“Go pick out a dildo,” the store clerk said rather abruptly after we finished pouring the last of the pills into the baggy.

I just looked at her with a quizzical look on my face not sure how to respond.

“As a bonus for buying all these Cum Candies I’m going to give you a free dildo but there is going to be one minor catch,” she said.

“What kind of catch?” I asked wondering what kind of ulterior motive she had for giving me a free toy.

“I’ll tell you once you’ve pick out a dildo. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure your going to enjoy this,” she said still smiling.

I went to the wall and found a dildo I liked. It was a medium sized pink dildo. Returning to the counter with the dildo in hand I presented my choice to her. She promptly began opening the plastic packaging it came in, pulling out the dildo along with the sample of lube that came with it.

“Now then, are you willing to accept my dare?” she asked holding the dildo up in front of me.

Whether it was the trust we had developed in each other or just the emotional high I was on the result was that I agreed to do what she dared. The store was empty and she was holding the dildo and lube in her hand. I had a strong feeling the dare would be for me to masturbate with the dildo right here in the store. A smile that couldn’t be suppressed grew across my lips as I pictured myself completely naked between the racks of toys as I pumped the dildo in and out of my pussy. The thought crossed my mind that she might actually dare me to do it not in the relative safety offered by the concealment between the racks but instead over in the display window in full view of anyone passing by. In the end both my ideas were wrong.

“Here is the dare slash the catch to getting a free dildo. You get the dildo free but under the stipulation that you must wear it out of the store,” she said raising her eye brows as she grinned.

After handing me the dildo and lube she ushered me into the back changing room. It wasn’t until I was in the changing room with the door shut behind me that I realized I had just been dared to not just shove a dildo into my pussy in the changing room of a store but to keep it in. I had to walk out of the safety of the store with a dildo in my sex, walk around down town with a dildo in me and even drive home with it in. I was going to have to go out in public dressed in my costume while I had a sex toy buried in my pussy.

At first I was completely against doing this as the fear of exposure welled up inside me. When my mind was just fantasizing about doing stuff like this it all seemed fun. But the realization washing over me that I would move from fantasy to reality was completely overwhelming. Slowly the fear died down and I found myself more aroused by the proposal. It didn’t take long at all before I started to get turned on at the idea of going outside with a toy in my sex. I hadn’t even made up my mind yet but my skirt was hiked up and my thong was pulled the side. The logical side of my brain was telling me this was a crazy idea but my emotions were over riding my senses.

I was still pondering whether or not to give in to the dare as I slid the dildo into my sex. I went slow and gradually worked the toy in as it stretched me out. My mind screamed at me that this was an incredibly bad idea as the end of the dildo pushed inside of me. It was as if my mind was split in two. Standing in front of the mirror I fixed my thong and rolled my skirt back down while part of my mind yelled for me to stop. But the fear that gripped my brain only fueled the fire between my legs which was now blazing hot from the dildo crammed inside of me. Taking a deep breath I silenced my mind and left the security of the changing room.

Walking out of the changing room was an experience all of its own. The thrill of walking around in a public place with a dildo that moved with every step was nearly enough to send me over the edge and into an orgasm. I had to take deep breaths to keep my emotions in check. My sales lady friend was waiting for me at the counter with the biggest grin. As I walked up to her she picked up four candies from the table and handed them to me.

“Consider this a small addendum to the previous stipulations. Make sure you chew them completely,” she said as the candies were dropped into my hand.

Given how much she was grinning I couldn’t tell exactly what part of this was making her so excited. Just knowing she was helping someone go out and do something completely risky seemed to make her happy or I should say was making her horny. Like I got excited just thinking about doing these things she seemed to get excited just knowing someone else was doing them. I had to wonder what her motives were for making me eat four of the Cum Candies. Either she just thought it would be fun to see my face when I got a major taste of cum or she was purposefully trying to raise the risk level of my little adventure. I knew that eating four of those candies would make my breath so strong that there was no way I could pass someone on the street without them catching wind of it. I felt a little pang in my stomach as I thought about everyone I passed seeing me dressed in my costume and smelling cum on my breath.

While I was putting the candies into my mouth she was putting the baggy of candies along with a slip of paper with her phone number into my purse. My mouth exploded with the taste of salty cum. This was far worse than any blow job I have ever given, this was concentrated sperm. It was so strong that my nose burned from the smell of cum emanating from my mouth. If I had given head to every guy I passed on the street on the way here I could not have made my breath smell this strongly of sex. Given the taste and smell it was as though a thousand dicks had recently used my mouth.

“My number is on the piece of paper I put in your purse. I want you to call me tonight and tell me all about how the rest of your day goes,” she said.

I was still trying to deal with the cum mouth I now had when she handed me my purse along with the empty dildo packaging. By empty I mean there was no longer a dildo in the packaging. The advertising was still on it and in big letters was printed “THE PINK PUSSY PLEASER by Doc Johnson”. There is only one reason someone would walk around with an empty dildo package. If I am to go outside carrying the empty package then I may as well carry a billboard stating that I had a dildo in my pussy.

“Can’t you throw this away for me?” I asked.

“I could but since you’re the exhibitionist I figured it would be more suiting if you were to carry it out of here and threw it away yourself,” she answered knowing the type of reaction it would cause if anyone saw it.

“You want me to walk with this all the way back to my car so that I can throw it away at home. I can’t do that. Do you know how many people I’m going to pass just on my way to my car?” I said. As frightened as I am about having to do what she wanted, deep down a part of me wanted her to force me to do it.

“Where the heck did you park?” she inquired knowing that I could have easily parked right in front of the store. In truth I think she knew that even if my car was parked right out front I wouldn’t want to carry the packaging out and drive home with it.

“I’m on the complete opposite side of the block,” I answered. She looked me up and down real quick then nodded her head understanding why I had parked so far away.

“Well luckily for you there is a dumpster in the alley over there,” she said pointing her thumb to the side of the store. “You’ll be fine,” she added, “now get going. Don’t forget to give me a call later tonight.”

I turned and faced the door. After taking another deep breath to calm my nerves I was able to walk to the door. In my rush to open the door and race to a dumpster I nearly ran someone over. The man was just passing the door of the store when I quickly exited. Bumping into him made me drop the package. I froze at first, my face bright red from embarrassment. I finally recovered my wits when I saw him look at the empty package then back at me with a puzzled expression on his face. Reacting quicker then I could he bent down and picked up the package shaking it to make sure it really was empty. He read the label as he handed it back to me then grinned as he stared down at my crotch.

My head hung low, the emotions running through my body are far to mixed up to even begin to describe. I grabbed the empty packaging that he held in his out stretched hand then slowly began to walk past him. I had just gotten pasted him when I froze in mid stride. My entire left butt cheek was being squeezed by his hand. When he finally let go I continued to walk away. All I could do was thank god that he let me go and didn’t try to tempt his luck.

Turning into the ally it came as an enormous relief to see the brown dirty dumpster. Without a moments hesitation I walked up to it and tossed the empty dildo packaging into the trash. Leaving the ally led me to encounter two more men. These two were not businessmen dressed in suits but a pair of uniformed cops. When I first saw them something in my brain told me to run. I don’t know why I had the urge to flee but the urge was there and the officers noticed it.

I was questioned for all of two seconds before my arms were being forced behind my back and handcuffs placed on my wrists. Leaving an ally with breath that reeked of sex and dressed as I was made the cops think I was a prostitute who had just gotten some work. Being arrested petrified me; I couldn’t even speak to plead my case. While one officer walked me to their patrol car his partner went into the ally to search of my assumed customer.

Humiliation ran through me as I walked down the street dressed in my revealing costume and with my hands cuffed behind my back. Everyone on the street stopped to stare at me as the officer ushered me to his patrol car. The sheer immensity of humiliation managed to bring down the level of the emotional high I had been on but couldn’t completely snuff out the fire burning between my legs. With every step I felt the dildo twist and move within my sex continually adding to my level of arousal. As I took in all the things now happening to me I slowly began to calm down, the fear seemed to morph into an emotion close to excitement. I began to realize that I was living out some deep dark perverse fantasy that had always been hidden in the back of my mind.

When we reached the patrol car I was essentially shoved into the back seat. Landing hard on the seat of the patrol car forced the dildo even deeper inside of me. I gasped as the dildo was thrust into entirely new depths of my vagina. The thrust of the dildo served as a reminder of the true depth of trouble I had gotten myself into. Eventually I was going to have to talk about what was really happening and explain everything, the thought of which was enough to make my heart start beating faster.

Looking through the front of the car I saw the arresting officer’s partner return empty handed. With no evidence of any laws being broken I knew they would have to release me. With no proof that I had been paid for sex they would be forced to drop the charges for prostitution. I was just starting to feel relaxed when the officers searched my purse. Holding it upside down one of the officers poured the contents of the purse out onto the hood of the patrol car. What they found was cash, a phone number and a big bag of pills. Both officers returned to the car. They only spoke to me to inform me of my right to remain silent and that I was being charged with possession of a controlled substance, and intent to sell a controlled substance. The officers just assumed they were drugs in the baggy and didn’t even ask me about them. I guess with the type of people they arrest every day on these streets there is no need to question any person found like I am.

The ride to the station seemed to last for an eternity. I felt like I was being paraded through town as the officers seemed to turn down every street. Worse then being driven through town was the fact that we hit nearly every red light in town. Stuck in the back seat I was completely exposed to the eyes of the drivers stopped next to us. They all seemed to look over to stare at the whore who was locked in the back of a patrol car. The road trip finally ended when we arrived at the jail where I was quickly processed. Since I didn’t have any ID on me the first thing the officers did was print me and photograph me. Using my picture and prints they searched their database to identify me as well as look to see if any out standing warrants were issued in my name.

After being booked I was ushered into a nearly empty room. The room was small, occupied only by a metal desk and a uniformed female officer. As soon as the door was closed behind me the female officer ordered me to remove all my cloths, I was being strip searched. She made me remove all my cloths and toss them on the table to be searched for any concealed items. First I removed my hat then my shoes. Modesty set in and I found it hard to remove my top. The stern look in the officer’s eye showed me that she had no sympathy for me.

As I removed my top the car key I had tucked between my breasts fell out. The key along with the top were laid on the table. My skirt was slowly removed until I was standing before the officer in only my g-string. I prayed that she would at least allow me to keep that one little article of clothing. I knew that if my underwear were removed the secret trapped inside of me would soon become very public knowledge. But no matter how much I pleaded with my eyes the guard did not give in.

Closing my eyes to try and hide my embarrassment I began to remove my soaking wet underwear. As I bent down to my knees to remover the underwear the end of the dildo began to poke out of my pussy. It was just too long for my muscles to hold the entire thing buried in my sex. The long dildo had begun to slide out of my slick pussy but did not fall all the way out. The only thing worse than having just had my secret reviled was when I then had to pull out the dildo that was covered in my juices and lay it on the table with the rest of my clothing. On the clip board that the officer had with her she cataloged all of the items I laid on the table. She seemed to make an extra large note as to where the dildo had originated from.

The officer left me in the room alone and naked for a minute before she returned with a box for my clothing, a prison issued orange jump suit and a set of rubber gloves. She donned the gloves before she picked up my cloths and set them into the box. The last three items to be placed into the box in order were my skirt then underwear followed by the dildo still glistening with my juices. Either by convenient neglect or as a result of cost cutting, the officer did not have a lid for the box. When the officer led me out of the room she carried the box with my wet panties and dildo available for any one to see.

In the entire time I have been placed under arrest I have not said a word. The sheer immensity of the embarrassment of being caught in this manner and the humiliation of actually explaining it was keeping my lips sealed shut. The female officer walking me over to a desk labeled evidence collection. Once there I had to sign an itemized list that had all my belongings on it and acknowledge that they were being held in the county’s custody. Once that was done I was escorted into my private jail cell.

Two hours went by before two officers arrived at my cell holding a set of shackles. The shackles were locked around my ankles and wrists. There was a short chain running between the ankle cuffs and an even shorter chain connecting my wrists. My wrists were at waist height held there by the attached chain that was locked around my waist. There was another chain that ran from the short hobble chain between my ankles and up to the waist chain. No slack was left in the chain when it was locked to the waist chain. The chain running between my ankles and waist was too short for me to stand straight up with. I was forced to keep my knees bent when I stood.

The guards then escorted me from my cell and into an interrogation room. It was a slow walk to get there. Having to keep my knees bent while I walked and walking with my ankles hobbled together limited my stride to baby steps. When we reached the interrogation room I was seated in a cold metal chair and my ankles were locked to a ring in the floor. Shortly after my escorts left my interrogator arrived. Somehow the fact that the interrogator was the same person who arrested me calmed me down a bit. I guess it was the fact that I had already been through everything with him and wasn’t going to have to start fresh with someone else; there was no need to repeat the embarrassing facts that were already spoken.

The officer explained to me that the pills found in my purse had been tested for drugs but had come up clean. The reason I was here was to explain what they were and why I had so many. Even if the pills themselves weren’t illicit drugs the fact I had so many showed I had the intent to sell them as a controlled substance. Swallowing hard I explained the deal with the candies. I told him what they were and that they were meant as a prank against some of my friends. I told him about the girl at the store who had sold them to me and that her number was on a piece of paper in my purse. I told him all he had to do was call that number and she would verify everything.

Not too surprisingly the officer didn’t quite buy that short story. He made me explain in detail everything that had happened. First he asked why I had eaten the candies if they were really meant as a prank against other people. He also wanted to know why I was dressed in my outfit with a dildo in my vagina if I was only buying candies to be used as a prank. I was forced to explain literally everything to him. He questioned me for over three hours making me explain everything forwards and backwards. No matter how many times I admitted to using the dildo in the store and my fetish of exhibitionism it never got easier. Each time I told the truth about why I was really buying the candies my face would turn the deepest shade of red.

After threes hours of explaining my story I was taken back to my cell. I sat on my bunk curled in a ball feeling completely humiliated. I had not only been caught by the police with a dildo in my pussy but I was also forced to explain all my perverted fetishes. Making everything even worse was the fact that I couldn’t help but notice I was getting more aroused after every time I was forced to admit to something embarrassing. It took about an hour before my arresting officer who was also my interrogating officer stopped by my cell. To my complete and utter relief he informed me that he had spoken with the sales clerk and that all charges were being dropped. After apologizing for the mix up he told me that as soon as he finished with the paper work he would be dropping me off at the location I was arrested.

It was getting pretty late by the time I was finally taken out of my cell. This time I was escorted out of the cell with no shackles. The officer led me into the same room where I was strip searched. I found that on the desk was the box that contained all of my belongings. Before closing the door behind me the officer told me that I was to change back into my street cloths.

On the top of the pile of cloths was the dildo that had become the topic of so many conversations. I looked for a trash can to throw it away in but there were none in the room. At this point I was ready to be rid of the dildo completely. The dildo was far too large to hide in my small purse which meant there was no way to take it out of here in concealment. I considered just walking out with the dildo but that would mean actually carrying around a bright pink dildo when the police dropped me off. It was bad enough having been caught today by the police with the dildo in my pussy but walking down the street carrying it seemed unbearable. Something like a pink dildo wasn’t going to be something I could just walk out of this room with then toss in a corner when no one was looking.

The police where now well aware of the fact I was using sex toy when I was arrested, I realized it wouldn’t be any worse if they knew the dildo was in my pussy when I left. I decided it would be less embarrassing to stuff the dildo back in my sex here at the station where everyone already knew the toy had been in my pussy then to carry it out for all the police to gawk at as well as anyone I passed on the street. After spitting on the dildo to get the dried on juices wet I parted my lips and reinserted the dildo. It was only after the dildo was stuffed up my love canal that I thought about the fact that most police rooms are monitored and recorded by camera. Swallowing what little pride I had left I finished dressing and left the room.

The officer who had arrested me and interrogated me was waiting just outside the door for me. In his hands was a set of shackles. When I asked what the shackles were for since I was being released he simple shrugged at me and told me that it was the policy. While in custody all prisoners are to be shackled while being transported. Because of the waist chain I was forced to relocate my toy gun and tuck it in between my boobs. I made sure that my car key did not fall out as I placed the gun in its new home.

The officer was at least nice enough to wait until we reached the patrol car before he shackled me. The officer sat me in the back of the car and used the open door to shield me from view. First a set of cuffs connected by a short one foot chain were locked around my ankles. Next he wrapped a cold chain around my bare mid drift locking it in the front with a heavy padlock. The chain around my waist had cuffs on each side which were soon locked around my wrists. Instead of having my hands in front of me my hands were now held at my sides. Next the officer used a long length of chain that he padlocked it to the hobble chain between my ankle cuffs then ran it up under the front of the waist chain. The top of the chain he looped behind my neck before locking it under my chin it with another padlock. The chain loop around my neck made a perfect collar that was then connected to my feet.

We pulled out of the parking lot and headed into town. As if it wasn’t bad enough the first time being in the back of a patrol car dressed as I was, I was now shackled from head to toe. Our trip back to the place I was arrested at took far less time then our trip to the station. When we arrived the officer parked in the same spot as the patrol car had originally been when I was first arrested. When he opened the door to let me out I assumed he would unlock me and let me go. Instead he helped me out of the car and let me stand. I immediately discovered the chain connecting my neck to my ankles was far too short for me to stand straight up with. I was forced to either keep my knees bent as I stood to get enough slack to keep my back straight or I had to bend over to get enough slack to straighten my legs.

Before I could ask for the officer to loosen up the chains I was pushed forward and marched down the sidewalk towards the ally. With high heels on and hobbled ankles walking was a very difficult task. The only way to keep up with the officers pace was with my legs straight. I was marched down the side walk completely bent over which caused my skirt to begin to ride up. It wasn’t long before the skirt was high enough to show anyone behind me most of my lower ass. With my hands locked at my sides I had no way to pull the skirt back down.

To make matters worse walking in heels with hobbled feet while bent over only made the movement of the dildo inside of me more predominant. Just the dildo sliding around inside of me was enough to make me horny. The fact that I was chained up, marching down a sidewalk, bent over with my skirt riding up showing off my ass, only added to the perverted sense of arousal I was feeling. It was late now and the relatively empty sidewalks I had walked on this morning, coming to the store, with only a few businessmen on them were no more. The sidewalks were now populated with low lives and hookers looking to pick up their next client. I was suddenly glad that I had come to this side of town where everyone was a stranger and well away from campus where people might know me, yet some how I felt a little disappoint at the same time.

As the ally drew near so did my freedom. With my freedom a matter of feet away I began to focus my attention to the emotions I was going through. Being paraded down the sidewalk with the safety of an officer right here was actually exciting. I was completely exposed but still safe. The dildo wiggling around inside of me continued to add to my arousal. My stomach was beginning to fill with excitement at the thought of finishing my walk to my car with the dildo doing its magic on my sex while everyone around me watched none the wiser. I suddenly grew alarmed when the police officer marched me past the ally and further down the street. The ally was where I was arrested but it was not were he was taking me. Finally I asked where we were headed.

“I’m taking you to that store,” he answered pointing at the entrance to the sex store.

“Why the store, you arrested me in the alley back there?” I asked turning my head as best I could towards the ally.

“You are being released into the custody of Ms. Anderson. When we talked to Ms. Anderson on the phone concerning your case she was willing to vouch for you. Since she vouched for you we are turning you over to her custody,” he said in a stern voice.

“Why am I being put into someone’s custody if I haven’t been convicted of anything?” I asked, confused as so why I wasn’t be released outright.

“Although we haven’t officially charge you with anything yet due to a current lack of evidence, you are still suspected of prostitution and intent to sell illicit drugs. In a case like yours it is typical that we would keep you off the streets and in a cell for the two days we are allowed to hold someone with out pressing charges. Although you are not being formally charged with anything you are on probation,” he replied.

“How can I be on probation if no charges have been filed?” I asked completely baffled.

“Instead of waiting in a jail cell until we had to release you, we are releasing you to the care of someone else. Essentially you are out on bail while the case is further investigated. Since the two day limit for holding someone with out pressing charges has never been exceeded in your case we are allowed to keep you on probation out of jail and under some one else’s custody for up to a week,” he said.

I was worried about what he meant by probation but assumed he just meant I needed to stay out of trouble. When we reached the entrance to the store he held open the door and walked me in. The store clerk, Helen Anderson, was there to greet us and for the first time I began to feel relief. She walked up to us but instead of greeting me she talked directly to the officer. My jaw dropped when first she hugged him. When they were done hugging he pulled the keys to my locks out of his pocket. Instead of releasing me he handed Helen the keys.

“Thank you so much for doing all this for me. I owe you big Jake,” she said to him.

“No problem Helen,” the officer replied. “Truth be told I think I enjoyed this as much as any of you did.”

“Thanks again. I really appreciate it,” she said to him.

“Give me a call later,” the officer said as he started to walk out. “Good night ladies.”

Finally Helen turned to me. She dropped the keys into her pocket then grabbed the front of the chain around my neck and led me towards the counter. Once she had led me to the counter she turned her attention to my skirt.

“Boy do you ever have a cute ass,” she remarked as she pulled the skirt the rest of the way up.

As she walked around me she gave my ass a light slap. I eyes bulged a little as I realized I was being spanked in a store. With my hands locked at my sides there was no way for me to pull the skirt back down. She had positioned me so that I was bent most of the way over in front of the counter. My exposed ass was facing towards the door. When she made it around the counter she stood before me with her elbows resting on the counter and her face inches away from mine. She had a smile that stretched from ear to ear and was giddy with excitement.

“So, what did you think? Did you have fun?” she finally asked me, her smile even bigger than before.