Cat froze and was relieved when Scott answered the query.

"We're here for the Curtis and Conroy collaring ceremony."

"If you'll sign in, I'll have someone come and get you and show you the way. Normally you'd be expected to change, but I have notes here that say you aren't in the lifestyle, so what you are wearing will be fine."

Scott had to restrain a chuckle as he helped Cat move over to the seating area while they waited for their escort. They didn't have long to wait until two familiar faces came through the door. Nicole and Rhonda. He felt Cat sag with relief and then stiffen again when she realized that they were wearing corsets and thongs and nothing else.

"Um, hi?"

"Hey, Cat. Don't worry; the club's normally closed on Mondays. There will be no scenes going on except the collaring, so you don't need to worry about running into random couples having sex or running around the club naked."

"Good, that's good, Rhonda."

"Lead the way, ladies, and quickly, before Cat hyperventilates."

"Don't worry. If she does, you can take her to the medical room. We've got lots of neat equipment."

"You have a medical room? Do a lot of members get injured?"

Nicole giggled. "It's not that kind of a medical room. It's a private room for people who like to play doctor." Nicole turned to Scott. "That room you've reserved, Mr. Weston, is ready and waiting whenever you need it."

Scott watched with amusement as Cat turned toward him, her expression outraged.

"I thought you weren't a Dom?"

"I'm not. And before you ask, I'm not a sub or a switch either."

"Then why did you book a room?"

"After so many years undercover, I am a fan of role play, and I have a feeling that I may have to lock up a desperado before the night is over. Maybe a little interrogation? I hear the jail room is very well stocked for dealing with the criminal element. And it also has a nice big bed."

Cat's cheeks turned red, and those damned butterflies that always seemed to show up when she was with Scott were back. Lock up? Interrogation? Bed?

"You know, that sounds like it might be fun. And since you seem to be so good at pretending to be one of the bad guys, I guess that means I get to be the cop."

"We'll see about that. But first, we have to be there for Maggie and Rick. Let's get our seats. It looks like it might be starting soon."

Cat looked around. He'd distracted her with talk of the jail room and used his advantage to maneuver her where he wanted her. Thank goodness, he had chosen chairs at the end of one side. If she couldn't watch something, she could hide her eyes behind him but still be there for her sister.

She looked over at the stage and then back at Scott. He took her hand and raised it to his lips. "Don't worry, it will be fine. We don't have to stay for the whole thing. Once he's offered her his collar and she accepts, they'll be doing a scene involving a spanking bench, floggers, and sex. I spoke to Rick, and he said we could slip away right after he buckles the collar on her neck and she says the words that she accepts him as her Master."

Cat sagged against him with relief. She did not want to see Maggie and Rick having sex. The thought of it was just plain weird. And the fact that he planned on tying her up and flogging her first? Nope, she couldn't watch that and wouldn't have to, thank goodness.

"I take it that the plan meets with your approval."

"It does."

"And does that mean I get to be the cop later?"

"I'll think about it. Now, shush. I think it's about to start."

Scott put his arm around her as the lights dimmed. She leaned against him and he took her hand. She thought her heart would beat out of her chest. She was afraid for her sister. Collaring? She shivered and Scott pulled her closer.

A spotlight came up. Master Gabriel, wearing only a pair of leather pants, took the stage. Oh my, oh my, oh my, he looked good. Amanda was a lucky woman. As soon as she thought it, she whispered it to Scott.

"That settles it. I am so going to be the cop."

"Welcome to all of you, friends and family of Rick and Maggie. A special welcome to those of you who are not in the lifestyle. This is a collaring ceremony. To those of us who practice BDSM, it is almost more important than a wedding ceremony. It is a formal public acknowledgment of the relationship between Rick and Maggie, and is symbolized by the collar that he presents her with.

"Or rather the two collars. One will be a collar for play, thick leather with D-rings for, well, let's just say, attachments. The other collar will be her day collar. To those outside the lifestyle, it will look like a necklace. But for Rick and Maggie and all of us here today, it represents their love and commitment."

Rick walked onto the stage. He was dressed the same way as Gabriel was. It was the first time that Cat had seen him without his shirt. Very impressive. She watched as he got things ready. He adjusted the levels of the spanking bench. Then he left the stage and returned with two boxes, the collars she presumed, a flogger which he placed on the bench, and a pillow, which he placed at the center of the stage.

A moment later, Amanda led Cat onto the stage and helped her sink down onto the cushion before going to kneel beside her own Master at the side of the stage. Both women were wearing corsets and thongs which seemed to be the standard costume of all the women in the audience, too. Cat felt overdressed, but wouldn't have it any other way.

Gabriel took center stage again. "Rick, what do you have to say to Maggie?"

Rick moved to stand in front of Maggie. "Maggie, you are my heart, my love, and my submissive. If you accept me as your Master, I promise to take care of you for the rest of our lives or until you choose to be released. You are everything to me, and your happiness is my happiness. I promise to treat your pleasure and pain with equal respect, and that I will never strike you in anger. I will love you and care for you and discipline you in accordance with the terms of our contract. You will be able to trust me with your heart as I trust you with mine. We will find out way through the lifestyle together as Dominant and submissive, and one day as husband and wife."

Gabriel addressed Maggie. "Master Rick has done you the honor of asking you to accept him as your permanent Master. What say you?"

Maggie looked up, the love in her eyes apparent to anyone watching. "Master Rick, the day we met was the day I started living. The day you first spanked me, I knew that we were meant to be together in all ways forever. I love you. I trust you. I will gladly wear your collar, accept your discipline, and serve you in accordance with our contract. You are the Master of my heart, and I will never want another."

Amanda moved behind Maggie and lifted her hair. Gabriel opened the box and Rick extracted the collar which he then fastened around her neck. The audience applauded and the happy couple kissed.

"For those of you not in the lifestyle, now might be a good time to head out unless you wish to watch the special scene that Rick has planned for Maggie." Gabriel turned and looked directly at Cat. "It involves nudity, restraints, floggers, a belt, and sex. Maggie asked me to tell you that she's happy you came, but that at this point in the ceremony, you both would be happier if you left."

Cat laughed and stood. "I love you both. Welcome to the family, Rick. Take good care of my sister, and I'm not just talking about orgasms."

11.

Ten minutes later, Cat was naked and locked in a jail cell. It had a single bunk with a thin mattress, a sink, and a toilet that she didn't plan on using. There were bars on the door, and Scott had locked her in. On the other side of the bars was a desk with a phone, file cabinets, and a fake plant. It looked a lot like what you would expect a police office to look like. There were also some things that she didn't think belongs in a jail, including a big X-shaped cross-type thing, and a big bed in the back. There was also a door that she hoped led to a real bathroom.

"You weren't kidding, were you? This really is like a jail, more or less. I'm thinking the bed is non-standard."

"Did you think I was? I'm sure Maggie has talked about all the different theme rooms this place has. Rick showed me around a few weeks ago. They've got the medical room, school room, harem room, and many others. I'm not into the BDSM thing, but tying you up and tormenting sexually as we role play... that's actually kind of hot.

"Now, don't go away, I'll be right back."

"Hey, where do you think you are going? You can't leave me naked and locked up !"

"I just have to do a quick change. I'll just be in the washroom, and I'll leave the door open so I'll hear if you are in any distress."

Scott had never changed clothes so fast in his life. He put on a replica of a police uniform complete with fake badge and mirrored sunglasses. The gun was a fake, plastic; he'd checked. There was also a low-voltage Taser that he'd left off the belt, but he'd kept the very phallic billy club, and put a tube of lube and some condoms in his pocket.

Putting some swagger into his stride, he re-entered the jail room. He had to fight to keep his expression stern as Cat's jaw dropped. He could see the arousal on her face as he swaggered toward her.

"Well, well, well, the famous cat burglar has finally been captured. What do you have to say for yourself my little pussy cat?"

"I'm innocent. Innocent, I tell you."

"That's what they all say. According to the arresting officers, they searched you when you were booked."

"And they found nothing, nothing, because I'm innocent!"

"We'll see about that. Once I've got you on the St. Andrew's cross, I'll be able to get you to talk."

He opened the door to her cell and gestured for her to come out. He led her over to the cross thingy and fastened her wrists and ankles in thick leather cuffs that attached to the arms of the X.

He walked over to a table she hadn't noticed earlier, and opened a box of rubber gloves which he quickly donned. When he walked back over to, he pulled the billy club out of the holder on his belt. "What do you think I'll find if I do a really thorough search? Hmm?" He held the club out and touched the end to her rigid nipple. "Well, well, well. You like this, do you? You're aroused by being manhandled? Then you'll like what comes next." He circled her nipple with the end of the club and then the other nipple. Then he ran it slowly down her belly, pausing at her drenched folds. Using the club, he nudged her feet apart, exposing her soaked thighs. Chuckling, he ran the edge of the club between her labia, pausing to nudge at her opening.

She squirmed. He pressed just inside. She was so damned slippery, he didn't even need to add lube. He pushed it in another inch. She moaned. He pumped it in and out and soon her hips picked up the motion.

She was close, so close, and then the club was gone. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit was throbbing, and now her pussy felt oh, so empty. She looked at him. "Please, officer, I'll do whatever you want, say whatever you want. Just, please, don't stop," she begged.

"Now that doesn't sound like the words of an innocent woman. Admit it. You are the cat burglar I'm looking for." He moved close to her. She could feel the rasp of the rough cotton of his uniform scratching against her sensitive nipples.

He reached down between her legs and brushed his rubber-covered fingers against her clit. She moaned. Then he slipped two fingers inside her. And then another.

"Please, please, I'll do whatever you want, admit to any, but please make me come."

"Oh, I'll make you come. You're mine, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making you come, making you happy. There won't be any collars unless you really want one, but I love you so damned much, Cat." He pulled off the sunglasses and tossed them aside. She could see the truth shining from his eyes. "I never stopped thinking about you, and I know it will take time to be back to where we were, but I want to try."

"I do too, Scott. I never stopped loving you, either. No man ever measured up. It was like one part of me always knew you'd come back into my life. I never ever want to lose you again. I should be selfless and tell you to stay with the FBI, but I'm happy that you are going to be working as a CPA so I won't have to worry every day when you go to work that you might never come home."

Moving quickly, Scott unhooked her from the cross and carried her over to the bed. He laid her tenderly on top of it before quickly fastening soft leather shackles to her wrists and ankles.

"What the hell?"

"You don't think I'm going to allow a dangerous prisoner free access to my body? You never know what they might do!"

He quickly stripped and she couldn't stop staring as his thick cock sprang free. She watched as he stroked it. "Mine, that's mine. Give it to me. Please!"

He climbed on top of the bed and knelt between her spread legs. Then he leaned down, his erection hot and heavy on her stomach. "I love you so much, Cat. I can't tell you how often I've dreamed of this day..."

"You dreamed about tying me to the bed and then tormenting until I pleaded with you to take me?"

"Well, maybe not this exact situation." He reached out and snagged his pants from the floor, removing a condom, which he quickly donned.

"Please, Scott. I want to touch you."

He grinned down at her. "Give your arms a sharp tug."

Frowning, she obeyed and her arms came free, so that she was wearing some funky leather bracelets but her arms weren't restrained. She repeated the movement with her legs and soon they were free, too.

He smiled and shrugged. "I told you, I'm not a Dom, although sometimes, it's fun to play one. But mostly, I just want to be with you and love you every way I can."

Cat felt a surge of love for this man who had caused her such heartbreak. Reaching up, she pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then she whispered in his ear, "I love you, too, but next time, I get to be the cop!"