Many years ago, when I was a young Domme, I met a lovely, mature submissive. We dated periodically, and finally scheduled a time to PLAY! I purchased a very revealing PVC outfit and went to his place. He was dressed in an adorable g-string—and nothing else. I went into his bedroom to change into my PVC.

Suddenly, we heard a loud knock at the front door. The knock was so hard and insistent, we knew we couldn't ignore it. There I was in my underwear, and my submissive in his. I ran into the washroom with my outfit in hand, worried that the knock had come from an angry lover.

Oh no. An angry ex was not at the door—two police officers were! The young gentlemen claimed they had received a 911 call from the house and came to check out the situation. We'll have to search through the house, Sir, to ensure everything is okay, the police officer said.

Well, what was I going to do? I had no choice but to don my PVC, for my vanilla clothes were in the bedroom. My dear submissive was stuttering, and a bit cold, for he was wearing nothing but his g-string. I stepped out in my fetish wear and calmly convinced the officers that we did not place the emergency call.

Finally, the officers left, but my submissive and I? We didn't play, sadly. We were too worried that the officers would return! Instead, we relaxed with a cup of tea. I tried to pet my submissive's kitty, but as I'd stepped on him during the flurry of hard knocks and changing clothes, he didn't like me much. In fact, I think that pussy cat made the 911 call!

Luckily, my submissive and I managed to play in the future ... Want to know what we did? Here's a taste ...



Lady Liz in Ontario, (772) 293-9393