“Ms. Marcan, I can’t begin to convey how pleased I am to see you. It’s been months!” Mr. Young gave Danielle a once over. “You can disrobe,” he told her as he pulled up a wheeled stool and took a seat to examine her devices at eye-level.
“Always such a pleasure,” Danielle muttered with stunted enthusiasm. Her clothing and shoes ended up in a neat pile and she stepped up to a raised platform which allowed Mr. Young to remain at eye-level with her crotch. Danielle hated standing before him wearing next to nothing, and she was sure that Mr. Young did this to her for the express purpose of making her feel vulnerable.
“The laser hair removal seems to be taking nicely,” he commented, peering around the edges of the belt as he prodded with his fingers, testing the fit in case she gained or lost weight that would affect the efficacy of the belt’s seal against her skin. “You must be at least 4 or 5 sessions in.”
Danielle nodded her head. Free laser hair removal isn’t a good reason to get yourself locked up, but she figured at the very least it was a nice perk that she’d have for life. Mr. Young stood up from the stool and retrieved a robe and a device that Danielle could best liken to a personal pillory. It was a wide board of polished wood with a larger hole in the center for her neck, and two smaller ones at either end for her wrists. He helped her into the robe and secured the board around her neck and wrists. Her hands were forced up over her shoulders but she couldn’t even scratch her nose. “Isn’t this overkill, Mr. Young? I have not attempted to touch myself in your presence even once.”
“I could put you back in the stirrups for some movie time,” he offered cheerfully. She sneered at him and he removed her belt and bra to soak in a cleaning solution. “In the interests of transparency, I should tell you that I’ve been spending time with Jennifer Brown. I wouldn’t mention it at all, but since she is your co-defendant, I want to assure you that my friendship with Jennifer will not impact how I handle you.”
Danielle froze. “Are you dating Jennifer? Oh my goodness! Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
Mr. Young waved his hand dismissively. “Dating is not out of the question for the future, but for now, Jennifer and I are just friends. I’m also not assigned to her case and I don’t have a key to her belt. I got department approval to fraternize with her. There’s a formal process and I went through all of the proper channels.” After a moment of silence, he added, “I know quite a bit more about you now, Ms. Marcan.”
The color drained from Danielle’s face as she tried desperately to decode that last statement. What did he mean by that? Was there an underlying tone of malice? Danielle fixed her expression into one of calm acceptance. She smiled and gave a curt nod of her head. “I hope you two have a positive friendship, and I hope you’re taking her version of events where I am concerned with a grain of salt. I screwed up by borrowing her insurance, but I’ve otherwise been a loyal friend.”
Mr. Young went to his rack of spare parts and pulled a pair of rings from the shelves near the pink chastity cage that likely taunted some man each time he came in for adjustments. “These have been waiting for you,” he told her, shaking them in his hand. At his workstation, he began fastening the thigh bands together with a composite cord, and then he attached the bands to her belt.
He put on a latex glove and brought the modified belt over to Danielle. He squeezed a clear, thick glob of ointment onto his gloved finger. “Come here,” he told her.
Danielle glared at his gloved hand. “What’s that for?”
“It’s some antibacterial stuff. It’s good for you. Come here,” he reiterated firmly.
Danielle stepped forward and Mr. Young smeared the generous dollop of ointment on her pussy, pushing it into her folds and onto her clit. With practiced ease, he helped her step into the thigh bands and pulled the belt up, fastening it around her waist and attaching the thigh bands. He gripped her slippery, coated labia and drew her lips through the crotch plate and placed the clear shield back into its housing clips. The rear cord that pushed against her back hole felt tighter.
From beneath the safety and security of her shield, Danielle’s pussy grew hot and agitated. “Antibacterial stuff?” she asked as a flush crossed her face. The ointment was causing her pussy to heat up rapidly. It wasn’t exactly a burning sensation, but the urge to rub herself became strong. Her fingers instinctively flew down to her shield to touch her engorged lips the moment Mr. Young released her wrists from the pillory. “Please, Mr. Young, you have to clean this stuff off of me!”
“I will not clean that off of you. I mean for it to be right where it is. I advised you of the skin irritation. You might struggle for a few hours, and the effects may even linger for a few days, but in my judgment the pros of the antibacterial properties outweigh the cons of some minor skin irritation. I have to warn you that it will be difficult to wash the ointment off with just soapy water since you won’t be able to get a cloth in there to scrub it away.”
This was not antibacterial ointment, Danielle concluded as her face flushed. Her pussy had never felt tighter and her need to orgasm was suddenly the most urgent thing on her mind; the urge to touch was amplified. She tried to side step and get a hand between her legs, but the full impact of the thigh bands became immediately apparent. She was unable to widen her legs enough to allow her fingers access to the shield where it jammed up against her pelvis. She wouldn’t be able to reach beneath it anyway, but now she couldn’t even rub the junction where her legs met her body. Her expression registered horror as realization dawned. She was going to be in a state of abject horniness for days without even the slightest relief.
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When she was dressed, Mr. Young escorted her to the hallway and closed the door. She knocked several times to be let back in, but Mr. Young did not respond.
“Carrying on isn’t going to change your punishment, Danielle,” came the voice of Officer Grant.
She turned to face him in the corridor. “I didn’t expect to see you here!”
“I hope it’s a pleasant surprise,” Grant replied as he stepped up alongside her. “I had a meeting that coincided with your appointment. I thought I’d take you home.”
Danielle’s face brightened in spite of the intense need the ointment was causing. She could almost forget the thigh bands and the sensation between her legs, just seeing Officer Grant’s handsome face. “Thank you,” she said softly.
As he walked with her toward the parking garage, the constriction of her gait was evident immediately. She tried to widen her legs to walk at a more natural pace, but her legs were jerked to a stop with each step. They were held together even closer than she expected.
“You’ll have to walk more slowly,” Grant told her as he held her upper arm to stabilize her as she learned to walk with a shortened stride.
She frowned. “Is this the standard width for the connecting cable?”
“It very likely is. Joe Young is not the type to risk his job picking on an offender.”
When they got to his SUV, Danielle discovered very quickly that she was unable to climb up into the passenger seat with her legs connected as they were. Anticipating her hardship, Grant scooped her up and deposited her onto the bucket seat. “Thanks,” she said sheepishly as they drove off.
“How about a burger before I take you home?” he offered. Danielle readily agreed and they pulled into a diner, where they sat together in a booth and ordered cheeseburgers. Grant raised an eyebrow when Danielle’s squirming became increasingly noticeable.
“What’s wrong?” He asked her.
“It’s this cream Mr. Young put on me.”
Grant lifted an eyebrow, surveying his charge. “Did it come from an orange tube?”
She nodded her head and Grant sprung into action quickly, standing up from the booth. The waitress confirmed that there was a family restroom he could take her to ‘help her with a wardrobe malfunction,’ and Grant escorted Danielle to the back of the restaurant.
She lifted her skirt for him and he could see through the clear shield that her lips were puffy and red. How much of this stuff did Joe put on her? Grant wondered. With his magnetic key in hand, he removed the shield and belt, resting it on the floor atop some paper towels to keep it clean. He instructed Danielle to tuck the hem of her skirt into the waistband and to put her hands on her head while he worked. Her lips were pushed open and Grant found that her entire pussy and clit had been coated liberally in capsaicin ointment. “He got you good with this stuff,” Grant muttered as he ran some paper towels under the faucet. “Did you upset him?”
“My presence upsets Mr. Young.”
Grant carefully wiped her engorged pussy lips while Danielle moaned and quivered with each stroke of the paper towel. The heightened arousal she was experiencing was hard for him not to notice, and as she squirmed under his hand, he felt his cock stir. He wanted nothing more than to give her an orgasm, but that was not how things worked between them, and he knew better than to try it. He was her monitor, after all, and he had an obligation to enforce her punishment.
Danielle couldn’t help herself. Feeling Officer Grant's strong hands on her sensitized lips and clit was enough to drive her over the edge. It didn’t help that the situation mirrored a fantasy that continued to haunt her dreams. The washroom at the diner was less elegant than the one at the fancy restaurant in her imagination, but this was at least real. Danielle knew not to reach down between her legs; under no circumstances was she to touch herself when the belt was off without Grant’s direct permission. But she didn’t need to touch. He was doing all the work for her.
Her orgasm mounted quickly with the help of the ointment’s agitation, and she crumpled as it tore through her. He quickly wrapped an arm around her back, and held her as she rode out the orgasm with his fingers still jammed up against her clit. She wondered why he didn’t yank his hand away from her and stop her orgasm, but she was midway through ecstasy and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her now. Her body trembled in Officer Grant’s arms as her climax peaked and then died down, leaving her limp in his embrace, panting and softly twitching as the muscles in her pussy continued to contract.
Grant was stunned. In all his years as a monitor, he’d never caused one of his charges to orgasm. He wanted to believe it was an accident; that he hadn’t been paying close enough attention to her cues, but that wasn’t the truth. He’d paid very close attention. He knew she was near, and a little part of him wanted to bring her to climax. He wanted to be the one to give her an orgasm, and he wanted to provide that pleasure to her and make her dependent on him for her needs. He wasn’t even sorry he’d allowed it to happen. He was thrilled by her release.
“I’m so sorry!” Danielle said, practically in tears as she regained her footing and Grant let go of her. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“You didn't do anything wrong, Danielle. It was the ointment. I know you’d never have deliberately allowed that to happen. You’re a good girl, and you follow the rules.” Grant gripped Danielle’s chin and tipped her face upward to look into her eyes. “This was not your fault,” he said firmly to her. “It was my job to have prevented this.”
They enjoyed their lunch and Grant continued to reassure Danielle that she was not in trouble. After he dropped her off at her apartment, he drove home, deep in thought. Providing her an orgasm felt so good to him. It was natural, and he wished so much that the aftershocks of her bliss could have been more pleasurable for both of them, rather than being marred for her with feelings of guilt. One thing was certain, though: things were going to have to change with Danielle. He could not continue denying his feelings for her.
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“So you promise you don’t have the key to it?” Jennifer asked Joe Young when they’d returned to her house after dinner and a movie – an event they absolutely did not refer to as a date. They were permitted to date according to the release forms that were granted to Joe, but they maintained they were just friends. Friends with benefits, but friends first and foremost. The idea of a relationship appealed to Joe on the surface, but he wondered how that would work with two dominants in a dynamic. Jennifer fantasized about the two of them dominating Danielle, but he had to put the brakes on that thought process right away. It was out of the question.
“I am at your mercy,” Joe told her. It wasn’t completely truthful, but he did not have a physical key to the device he wore. His phone could open it just fine. As if he would allow another person to lock his cock up for real.
Jennifer grinned from ear to ear and she bit her lower lip in eager anticipation. “And you’ve been locked up since this morning?”
Joe nodded his head and Jennifer was drawn to his cock like a fly to honey. She unzipped his pants to reveal the navy blue cage she’d requested that he create. “What does it feel like to be confined? To be throbbing against the composite with no hope for release until some benevolent soul grants it to you?”
He was aware that this was her outlet for revenge against the D.O.C. for locking her up. Jennifer wanted to be in charge, and Joe was content to let her believe that she was. There was no way that he’d actually let her control the lock on a device he wore, but submissive fantasies were fun and he could enjoy himself so long as he was not actually submitting.
“How do I feel? I can’t wait for you to take this thing off me so I can sink myself deep inside of you.” He dipped his hands beneath the waistband of Jennifer’s leggings and dragged the garment down, rubbing his finger along the crotch plate. Her pussy lips were jammed up against the vented metal, and he knew she could feel some of his touch. It was a poor design that he’d never stand for in any belt that carried his craftsman’s stamp.
They played around and teased each other and Jennifer dangled the key to his cage out the window, over the toilet, and then threatened to drop it in the mailbox. He played his part and acted horrified with each threat she made, and he begged her to unlock him.
When it was finally time, his cock was released from its confines and it sprung to life. Jennifer positioned herself on the bed on all fours. As part of the incentives that her monitor developed for her, Jennifer could have her rear bar removed once a week for some private time with Joe. Two chains crossed over her ass cheeks securing the crotch plate to the back of the waistband, leaving her asshole perfectly accessible to him.
Joe had to admire the incentive that her monitor devised because if the name of the game was keeping offenders aroused, and denied, Jennifer’s punishment was well designed. She had yet to successfully have an orgasm, and being left high and dry from her failure to achieve climax furthered her monitor’s goal of punishing Jennifer with sexual frustration. Still, Joe would have preferred for her to get a release at least some of the time, and he hoped for her benefit that tonight would be the night. Joe’s fingers stroked the metal shield and Jennifer moaned with delight as he drizzled lubricant on her rosebud. Slipping fingers in and out of her pucker, he inserted the viscous liquid to enable his safe entry. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you,” he told her.
“I wish you could take my pussy!”
“Uh uh, Jennifer. You were bad. And where do bad girls get fucked?”
“In the ass,” she said with a note of irritation.
“That’s right.” He pushed himself inside and exhaled deeply as he settled into the tightness of her most humbling passage. She was filled to the brim with him and moaned her pleasure. She only accepted the humiliation of being taken in this way because she was so desperate for relief.
Joe held her hips firm as he thrust into her, pumping with force and after a few moments, Jennifer hollered out, “It’s going to happen this time! I’m going to cum!”
Her orgasm began to climb and to both of their excitement, she spilled over the edge and screamed out as her body climaxed with her first anal orgasm. Joe parted her ass cheeks and dutifully thrusted into her deeper, until her orgasm had crescendoed. It was then that he permitted himself to release his own climax. Ropes of cum spilled into her bowels and with a few final thrusts, he was emptied. He withdrew slowly and left her on the bed with a gaping hole which he filled with a large plug. “Keep it there until the morning. I want my little swimmers with you overnight.”
He slapped her ass, thanked her for the evening, and left her with the cock cage. There would be a play session in their future where she was bound to enjoy using it on him again.
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They’d been on her for less than a week, and Danielle hated the thigh bands even more than she had anticipated. It was difficult to get in and out of vehicles, climb stairs, or even get herself out of bed. It surprised her to discover how often she spread her legs wider than four inches in the course of her daily life. Grant took no pity on her and responded sternly to her pleas for him to rescind the punishment.
Her office attire had grown increasingly frumpy as new elements were added to the belt, making the profile of the device more noticeable. She had gone from slinky pencil skirts and fitted tops to looser skirts, and now longer skirts to conceal the hated thigh bands. The cord connecting her legs was made of a softer material that caused no sound as she walked.
Just before lunch Danielle’s office phone rang. To her surprise, her former best friend and co-defendant Jennifer Brown was downstairs in the office lobby, asking for Danielle. “Really?” Danielle asked the receptionist on the phone. “I’ll be right down,” she said before hanging up the receiver and making her way slowly to the elevator. Her gait was awkward with the thigh bands restricting her stride, and she was limited to mincing steps.
Others passed her by in the hallway quickly as she teetered on her heels. She adopted the high heels after the thigh bands were applied, explaining to co-workers that she was learning how to walk in them because she wanted to wear them to a wedding at the end of the month. A female co-worker gave Danielle a supportive touch to her back, encouraging her to keep up the good work with the shoes, saying she’d be dancing the night away in stilettos in no time. Danielle panicked for a moment as she felt the hand rubbing on her back. Could she feel the mesh of the back of her bra? It was very thin, meant to be concealed, and it wasn’t rigid.
The thought of being caught caused her pussy to flood, she had to admit to herself. The sweet humiliation of being found wearing all of this gear was entirely too erotic for her not to react to. Her coworkers would know she’d broken the law, and that she is now subject to the will of a strict monitor who keeps her sexuality locked up.
Danielle shook the thought away as the elevator dinged and she stepped into the lobby to face Jennifer. Danielle smiled at her, hopeful that the chance to make amends were on the horizon. Jennifer offered a weak smile in return.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Jennifer said, leading Danielle out the door and onto a sidewalk.
Danielle couldn’t help but notice that Jennifer could wear jeans, and aside from a blazer to hide the bulk of her waistband, she looked perfectly normal. Jennifer’s breasts looked soft and natural in her bra, and not permanently fixed in one position by hardened composite as Danielle’s were. She had been told by other women in the program that she should be grateful that nipples weren’t added to the bra she wore, drawing even more attention to her awkward chest that prevented her from hugging people, lest they feel the cups poking them.
“Joe told me that he got you into the thigh bands,” Jennifer said when they were outside.
“Mr. Young? Yes, he finally got the go ahead to put them on me.” Danielle scowled, wondering if this was why Jennifer wanted to speak to her.
“And a bra too?”
Danielle nodded her head.
“Stop,” Jennifer insisted and the two faced each other. Jennifer reached out and grabbed the cord between Danielle’s legs, right through the skirt she wore. “Holy shit that’s short!”
Danielle blushed, pulling herself away from Jennifer’s grasp. “It makes walking awkward.”
“Joe really can’t stand you,” Jennifer stated bluntly.
Danielle groaned. “Yes, I know that.”
Jennifer grinned. “I have to say, I’m glad to see you’re being punished more severely than I am. Joe told me your belt isn’t like mine at all. That yours is much higher security with no room for you to fiddle with yourself.” She grinned. “He told me you’re being well and truly punished and he put you with that sexy monitor of yours to frustrate you sexually.”
Danielle repressed the urge to roll her eyes skyward. “I find the entire experience sufficiently demeaning to dissuade me from ever doing anything like this again, Jennifer.”
“Good,” was Jennifer’s response. “You deserve it.”
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Grant pocketed his phone after receiving a flurry of texts from Danielle, begging him to rescind her punishment. She was miserable, he knew, but she had put herself in a bad position and she now had to pay the price for her choices. Consequences were still something Danielle had to work on. In spite of being handed a sentence of five years in chastity, Danielle still thought on some level that she could weasel her way out of a punishment with enough begging.
He would not be giving into her pleas, and he did not believe she was feeling anything more than a wounded ego or annoyance over being inconvenienced with the thigh bands. She would have to contend with them for the full month and learn from her poor judgment. One of many things that Grant admired about Danielle was her response to correction. She rarely repeated the same mistake twice, and never made serious errors. He admired her willingness to submit herself to his rules and judgment and participate in the program with a whole heart.
Grant enjoyed watching his charge as she modified her behavior after receiving correction. She strived to model herself after how she thought an ideal program participant should conduct herself, and Grant was impressed with her sincere effort to please him. Each time they met up for an appointment, Danielle had a sparkle in her eyes as she greeted him at the door. She would eagerly ask what lesson he’d give her, and they’d go over her task list for the week. He would praise her for successes and discuss any shortcomings and improvements for next week.
Each time they met, Grant wanted to pull her close to him, tell her how amazing she was, and crush her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her response to his touch told him that she felt the same. This arrangement they were in needed to stop, he thought to himself. It was time to move into the next phase of their relationship.
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It was more difficult than she expected to get up and down from the kneeling position Officer Grant preferred. Doing so involved some odd twists, and she needed to hold onto something to right herself. Grant watched with some amusement as she struggled during their weekly appointment, and he assured her that in time, she’d work out a way to move more comfortably within the confines of the thigh bands.
“Three more weeks to go with them, at least.” he commented firmly when she changed the subject and insisted that it was her preference that he remove her thigh bands and toss them out the window.
Her lips parted in mock surprise as though somehow, she believed that his role in her life was not to enforce the sentence she had been given. But she conceded that her punishment would not change. Her shoulders slumped and she agreed to endure the thigh bands with grace. She promised to use the experience to recommit herself to good behavior and engage in the program fully.
Adam Grant smiled at his charge and his cock swelled thinking of Danielle submitting to him once again. He loved that she trusted him to lead her.
When Grant asked about setbacks, Danielle chose not to mention her encounter with Jennifer, preferring to keep the whole, humiliating experience to herself. Jennifer had clearly only come to visit her at work to humble her and see for herself if what Mr. Young had told her was true. She wanted to revel in Danielle’s discomfort and misery and if her intention was to make Danielle feel small, it had worked. Danielle parted from Jennifer feeling horny, embarrassed, and frustratingly out of control of her own circumstances. Officer Grant did not need to hear about her run-in with Jennifer, she had decided.
“Danielle, I want to talk to you about something,” Grant said, inviting her to sit next to him at his favored position on her sofa. “Would it surprise or shock you if I revealed to you that I have feelings for you?”
“Yes,” she responded quickly, eyes blinking in disbelief. She paused for a moment and amended her response. “No, actually. It doesn’t surprise me.” Grant smiled warmly at her. “I don’t understand,” she said. “Why are you telling this to me now?”
“It was time,” he said. “I have been hesitant to acknowledge these feelings myself for some months now, actually, since we met, because of the professional obligation I have toward you. I have been concerned that crossing my professional boundaries will make you uncomfortable or feel as if I am abusing my authority over you, which is the last thing I want to do."
She felt shell-shocked and wanted to confess her own feelings on the spot, throw her arms around him, and insist that he do whatever it took for them to have a relationship. She didn’t care if she was assigned a new monitor as long as that meant she could have him to herself.
“I’d like you to think about it,” he said. “The dynamic that exists between us can cause confusion for both of us. It’s important that you clear your head and think seriously about this. I want to pursue a relationship with you – one like we have now, but deeper and more personal. You would be a submissive to me, but one who gives herself freely to my care. I would want more time with you, and I would want you to do things for me; normal relationship things, of course, but also sexual things that would be consistent with a BDSM lifestyle.”
“But what about my sentence?”
“I can’t rescind that, of course. You’d be in the care of a new monitor who would set new rules and expectations for you. But there’s a good chance that a new monitor would require less of you. The punishment you’re enduring is about sexual frustration, but it does not forbid you to engage in a relationship. You’re expected to live a normal life, and that includes romantic relationships. The wrinkle here is that I am currently in a position of authority over you and if you’re interested in pursuing something with me, we’d have to go through the proper channels with the department.”
He paused to let her process before he continued. “I’m not especially concerned with going through the proper channels and gaining approval. If we keep everything above the board, we’ll be fine.”
Is this really happening? Did the man who has been haunting her fantasies just tell her that he likes her, and wants to be her dominant? She started to nod her head, but he stopped her.
“It’s important that you think this through without me. If you are interested, I want you to make the decision when I’m not present, away from my influence as an authority figure. I want your decision to be as pure as it can be under the circumstances.”
“I understand,” she responded. But the answer is yes!
“I’m going to say goodnight to you now,” Grant told her. “You won’t hear much from me for the next week, if at all. This is not because I have changed my mind about you. It is because I want to give you the space to consider this matter without my influence. Do you think one week is enough time?”
“One week will be more than enough time, sir. I know what my answer is already.”
He smiled at her. If the answer had been no, she’d have shut this down already. “When we are having conversations like this, I want you to call me Adam. Right now, we are equals. In fact, I want you to think of me as Adam for the next week while you consider my proposal.”
“Okay… Adam.” The name felt foreign on her tongue even though she fantasized about being in a relationship with him and calling him by his first name. She sat there, grinning like an idiot as Adam gathered his things and departed from her apartment.
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Grant kept his distance from Danielle for the better part of the week, and his boss pulled him into a conference room with a representative from human resources. “Grant, we have a potential problem,” Barry Raskin told him bluntly. “A complaint was filed against you regarding inappropriate relations and abuse of authority with one of your charges.”
Grant stood in the doorway to Raskin’s office, blindsided by the turn of events. The only person with whom he could be considered inappropriate was Danielle and he believed he had been handling that as professionally as possible. In her personal reflections, had she misconstrued his proposal? He did give her an orgasm in the restroom and then just a few days later, he suggested that they should become romantic with one another. He told her that he wanted to do kinky, sexual things with her. Shit, he thought. Did I cross a line?
“It seems one of your charges feels like you are abusing your authority by persuading her into giving you sexual favors,” Barry said, withdrawing a hard copy of the formal complaint and sliding it across the table.
Grant swallowed hard and scanned through the document for the full accusation. Inappropriate contact including massaging of genitals, kissing, and hugging. A proposal for sexual favors in exchange for time out of the belt was listed. Absolutely none of this made sense to him. He thought he had been handling Danielle as professionally as he could under the circumstances. He scanned the document for the name of the accuser and breathed a deep sigh of relief as understanding replaced the confusion in his mind. It wasn’t Danielle Marcan, but rather another woman whose misbehaviors had led him to recommend she be transferred to another monitor.
“The accuser has a history of lying, being manipulative, and having delusions,” he said. “She was upset that I suggested she should have a female monitor.”
“I understand that,” Raskin told him. “But her accusation will be taken seriously and investigated. During the investigation, you will be reassigned to administrative duties and you may not have any contact with your charges. You will also have to submit to an interview.” A bottle of water and a plastic cup with pills was slid across the table toward Grant.
He felt dread rising within him as he eyed the tablets that would reduce his ability to be deceptive. “You want to interview me right now?” Grant asked?
“It’s best to get your interview done as soon as possible,” Barry explained.
There would be no point in refusing. He was contractually obliged to submit to interviews of this nature due to his very close, intimate contact with a vulnerable population. Grant sighed and downed the tablets with a swig of water.
As they waited for the medication to take effect, Grant surrendered his phone and laptop, and they explained that his D.O.C. account had been suspended. Barry started the questioning with a representative from HR taking notes and recording the session.
The questions about his accuser were routine. He denied wrongdoing, maintained that he never engaged in any inappropriate relations or contact with her, and confirmed that all reports he had submitted while she was in his care were accurate and complete. There were other questions that Grant found much more concerning, though.
“Have you ever wished that you could have sexual relations with one or more of your charges?”
Grant quietly cursed under his breath. “Yes.”
“Is that person the named accuser in this report?”
“No,” he replied curtly.
“With whom have you wished to engage in sexual relations?”
“Her name is Danielle Marcan.”
Barry Raskin quickly brought up Danielle’s profile in his D.O.C. portal. “I see. She’s an active charge right now.”
The rest of the interview was dedicated to questions about Danielle with only a smattering of questions about his actual accuser. It was clear that his feelings for her opened a whole new avenue of concern for Raskin.
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Danielle’s phone buzzed and she absent mindedly checked it only to find the notification came from the D.O.C. app. Her heart soared as she opened the app, feeling sure it would be Adam reaching out to set some time aside for them to talk. She had already known when he revealed his feelings to her that she would be interested in exploring something more substantial with him.
[NOTIFICATION]: Joseph Young has been assigned to your case as your interim monitor. Click here for more information.
Due to unforeseen circumstances Officer A. Grant has been temporarily reassigned to new duties. Your design technician, J. Young, will assume the responsibilities of inspections pending reorganization of our resources. A schedule of inspections and locations for these appointments will be released by your interim monitor when they are available.
How unexpected, Danielle thought. She took this message to mean that Adam had spoken to someone about their relationship. He must have been removed from her case. She was excited. Mr. Young was only assigned as an interim monitor, probably to leave time to find a more permanent solution. She could deal with Mr. Young for a week or two. This is fantastic! Starting a new relationship with Adam was totally making these horrible thigh bands more tolerable, she thought. But why would Adam be temporarily reassigned to new duties? Ah, she realized. This isn’t meant to be a temporary change.
She knew she wasn’t supposed to contact Adam until the week was up, but she opened up her messaging window with Adam to ask about the changes, only to find that she could view her past messages, but not send new messages. She was confused. She didn’t have any other way to reach him. She didn’t know where he lived or what his personal contact details were. She didn’t even have his phone number or his Instagraph account name. Was she supposed to just wait for him to reach out to her? She had no other choice, it seemed.
[Design Technician J. Young 3:54 PM] Good afternoon, Offender Marcan. I will keep your usual inspection appointment at 7:00 PM this Friday. Be dressed appropriately for the meeting in loose attire.[/i]
[Design Technician J. Young 3:55 PM] And Marcan, I don't want to do this any more than you.
Danielle rolled her eyes. This is going to suck.
Danielle's Story - Part 7
Danielle's Story - Part 7
Last edited by Blue on 25 Mar 2024, 04:15, edited 2 times in total.
Re: Danielle's Story - Part 7
Thank you. Great follow-up to Danielle's story. This is an unexpected development in the story. I don't know where you are going so I will look forward to the next installments in this great series. 
Re: Danielle's Story - Part 7
Edits were needed. (I'm growing and learning as a writer!)