Injured in the line of duty, I retired from the sheriff’s office.
I lived in a small town close to the desert, where I practiced shooting, and the Mexican border.
I had organized the arrest of more criminals crossing the border since retiring, than whilst an officer; they seemed to cross just where I was practicing.
Mexican Barons were not happy, nor were the Columbians.
A pretty female approached me; it had gained me some press reports, making me not famous, but noted. She offered me a drink, and I asked her for a date; she agreed, great, then it all went sour.
As a PI life was boring, after the excitement of being a deputy, and the excitement of being a sub sounded fun. Little did I know what was in store for me, as I became the property, of her boss?
Neither did I know what she did for a living, nor how much I would become involved, in their lives. The trials, and tribulations of being in business, whilst being a sub, to a dominatrix for a partner can be fun, and painful, but the sex was fabulous.