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"Robert North 2.1"
Journal of Virginia State Trooper Robert North
It was 3 months since I pulled over Diana Carper in her daddy's BMW. She never turned me in for; what was I did? Assault or rape? Did I teach her a lesson? Whatever I did to her, that night, it completely changed me. It ignited a fire inside me that I never knew existed.
I started researching some things online. Apparently there's a whole community of people who enjoy sadistic and painful sex. I looked into domination and submissive relationships. Apparently people live like this. Sometimes out in the open and sometimes just in their homes. I knew there were freaks out there but it's more than I'd ever imagined. Rich people, poor people, politicians, businessmen, and even cops are into this BDSM lifestyle. I never knew. And now I think I'm one of the freaks - and I like it!
I researched how to be a dominant, or a Dom as they call it. Men and women who subvert their subject. Like slaves but not as a really bad thing like most people think. The submissive need their masters to help them sexually and gain confidence with who they are or how they act. The more I read the more I got turned on by the idea. I wanted that life and knew that's what I wanted to be. I knew it's what I was. That's why I've failed at relationships; because I never knew what I wanted.
After that night with Diana, every time I stopped a woman all I could think about was dominating them. I dreamed of pulling these women out of their cars and treating them like shit because they broke the law. I needed to get control of myself. I needed Diana Carper.
I looked her up trying to do my research on her. I was right, she went to Georgetown. But she hadn't been to classes for the last 3 months and the school suspected she'd dropped out. She never reported to her court date either and a warrant was put out on her. Its like she fell off the Earth. Her father was lawyer in Boston and he'd reported his BMW stolen. Then a few days later he figured he'd report his daughter missing as well. What a real low life he must be to report his car before his own kin.
I'd wondered if my night with her was to blame. I was trying to teach her respect and maybe she'd gone off the deep end and done something stupid. Those thoughts had made me feel miserable and I dreaded at the idea that I may have destroyed this girls life.
Then it happened last night. I was back out on Tussah road and a famous BMW was driving through. A lot slower than the last time I remembered it. Out of reflex I almost grabbed the radio to call in what I knew was a reportedly stolen car. But first I needed to talk to the driver before things got official. I stepped out of my squad car and stepped into the road. I waved my arms and motioned the car to the side of the road.
Diana Carper sat in the driver's seat, eyes fixed ahead of her and avoiding me. she rolled down her window as I stepped up and she said, "Good evening Trooper North."
I didn't know how to react. I had all these emotions inside of me and things I needed to tell her. But my police training kicked in and the only thing that could come out of my mouth was, "Ms. Carper, there is a warrant out for your arrest and your vehicle has been reported stolen."
She began to cry and my heart dropped. I feared that I did ruin this girl and now she came back to do something horrific. She looked strait at me and wailed, "I need you Sir! Oh my God, you just don't know. Ever since that night with you; my eyes opened up. I've been a bitch my whole life and I've been needing someone to put me in my place. I've needed someone to need my body and to do what's needed for me. Sir, I need you!"
Her tears were flowing and she put her head in her hands. My emotions were strained. I needed her but because of the situation I felt like this could never work. My job was on the line with how I acted right then so I said, "We need to deal with your warrant Ms Carper..."
"No!" she screamed. "I can't go to jail."
"You'll just go over night then you'll see a judge in the morning about your ticket. You need to call your dad and get things strait with the car."
"If you take me to jail dad's going to take me away from here." she said slowly through. "I need the feeling you gave me that night Trooper North. I need your control over me. Do what you have to do, Sir."
She got out of her car and kept her head down submissively. I stepped up to her and smelled her. She apparently hadn't taken a bath in a while and her clothes were just ratty old gym sweats.
When she had noticed that I smelled her she said, "I'm sorry I've been living out of my car for a while. I didn't know where to go."
"I'll get you the help you need Mrs. Carper." I said. Then I put the cuffs on her.
Journal of Virginia State Trooper Robert North
It was 3 months since I pulled over Diana Carper in her daddy's BMW. She never turned me in for; what was I did? Assault or rape? Did I teach her a lesson? Whatever I did to her, that night, it completely changed me. It ignited a fire inside me that I never knew existed.
I started researching some things online. Apparently there's a whole community of people who enjoy sadistic and painful sex. I looked into domination and submissive relationships. Apparently people live like this. Sometimes out in the open and sometimes just in their homes. I knew there were freaks out there but it's more than I'd ever imagined. Rich people, poor people, politicians, businessmen, and even cops are into this BDSM lifestyle. I never knew. And now I think I'm one of the freaks - and I like it!
I researched how to be a dominant, or a Dom as they call it. Men and women who subvert their subject. Like slaves but not as a really bad thing like most people think. The submissive need their masters to help them sexually and gain confidence with who they are or how they act. The more I read the more I got turned on by the idea. I wanted that life and knew that's what I wanted to be. I knew it's what I was. That's why I've failed at relationships; because I never knew what I wanted.
After that night with Diana, every time I stopped a woman all I could think about was dominating them. I dreamed of pulling these women out of their cars and treating them like shit because they broke the law. I needed to get control of myself. I needed Diana Carper.
I looked her up trying to do my research on her. I was right, she went to Georgetown. But she hadn't been to classes for the last 3 months and the school suspected she'd dropped out. She never reported to her court date either and a warrant was put out on her. Its like she fell off the Earth. Her father was lawyer in Boston and he'd reported his BMW stolen. Then a few days later he figured he'd report his daughter missing as well. What a real low life he must be to report his car before his own kin.
I'd wondered if my night with her was to blame. I was trying to teach her respect and maybe she'd gone off the deep end and done something stupid. Those thoughts had made me feel miserable and I dreaded at the idea that I may have destroyed this girls life.
Then it happened last night. I was back out on Tussah road and a famous BMW was driving through. A lot slower than the last time I remembered it. Out of reflex I almost grabbed the radio to call in what I knew was a reportedly stolen car. But first I needed to talk to the driver before things got official. I stepped out of my squad car and stepped into the road. I waved my arms and motioned the car to the side of the road.
Diana Carper sat in the driver's seat, eyes fixed ahead of her and avoiding me. she rolled down her window as I stepped up and she said, "Good evening Trooper North."
I didn't know how to react. I had all these emotions inside of me and things I needed to tell her. But my police training kicked in and the only thing that could come out of my mouth was, "Ms. Carper, there is a warrant out for your arrest and your vehicle has been reported stolen."
She began to cry and my heart dropped. I feared that I did ruin this girl and now she came back to do something horrific. She looked strait at me and wailed, "I need you Sir! Oh my God, you just don't know. Ever since that night with you; my eyes opened up. I've been a bitch my whole life and I've been needing someone to put me in my place. I've needed someone to need my body and to do what's needed for me. Sir, I need you!"
Her tears were flowing and she put her head in her hands. My emotions were strained. I needed her but because of the situation I felt like this could never work. My job was on the line with how I acted right then so I said, "We need to deal with your warrant Ms Carper..."
"No!" she screamed. "I can't go to jail."
"You'll just go over night then you'll see a judge in the morning about your ticket. You need to call your dad and get things strait with the car."
"If you take me to jail dad's going to take me away from here." she said slowly through. "I need the feeling you gave me that night Trooper North. I need your control over me. Do what you have to do, Sir."
She got out of her car and kept her head down submissively. I stepped up to her and smelled her. She apparently hadn't taken a bath in a while and her clothes were just ratty old gym sweats.
When she had noticed that I smelled her she said, "I'm sorry I've been living out of my car for a while. I didn't know where to go."
"I'll get you the help you need Mrs. Carper." I said. Then I put the cuffs on her.
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