The traffic stop
By :par-thian@lycos.com
femaledominationstories.blogspot.com

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Amber was driving towards her suburban home in Seattle, with tears in
her eyes. It was mid September, and on this beautiful autumn day, she
wished that she had never been born. For the ninth time that year,
her date had ended in disaster. By now, a routine had been
established. About once a month, she would go out on a date with a
handsome guy, only for it to end in disaster. At 29, she was starting
to panic with regards to ever finding a husband. There was nothing
wrong with her, and that is what made her feel that life was very
unfair. If anything, she was gorgeous : long jet-black hair, large
brown eyes, skin as smooth as silk, straight nose, perfect teeth, full
lips, high cheekbones, full breasts, long graceful legs and arms, full
buttocks. There was only one problem : she was 6' 8", and weighed
250 pounds. She was on the voluptuous side, but only in a good way.
There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere on her body; in fact, all
the fat on her body happened to be in the right and necessary places.

On her online dating profile, it stated that she was an artist, who
had gone to college at Stanford. She always included pictures of
herself, and filled out every profile detail except for her height.
Her inbox was always full of messages from guys. After chatting with
them online for a long time, guys would always ask to see her in
person, and she would always relent, only to have the guys bolt away
when they saw her in person on the night of their first date. And it
was always the same excuse : she was gorgeous, brilliant, kind, etc,
it was just that she was too tall, and they would be the laughing
stock of the whole town if they were seen together. Besides, they
always criticized her, asking why she had to wear four-inch heels and
tower at 7 feet when she was already that tall ?! Amber couldn't help
it though, she loved wearing heels !!

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize she was going 20 miles faster
than the posted speed limit as she raced towards her house. The
officer on the motorcycle hiding behind the huge billboard advertising
a planned community clocked her at 60 miles per hour in a 40 mile per
hour zone, turned on his siren and started to follow her car. Amber
finally snapped out of her trance, and cursed under her lips as she
realized that she had been clocked going over the speed limit. She
angrily pulled over to the side of the road. Looking in the rear view
mirror, she saw the officer pull his motorcycle to the side of the
road as well, get off of it, and walk towards her. What she noticed
first was how small he was.

And indeed, John was a very small man, and that is why he had
decided to become a cop. He had tried to compensate for his lack of
size by becoming an authority figure. Standing at 5' 2" tall, and
weighing in at 110 pounds, he had always been smaller than everyone
had had remembered. With short brown hair, blue eyes, and typical
Caucasian features, he was as nondescript as a small white male could
be. His dates had also always ended in disaster, and he had grown to
resent women. As he approached Amber's car with his helmet and
sun-glasses still on, he tired to act as stern and authoritarian as
possible : "good afternoon ma'am, do you know why i pulled you over ?"
Amber tried to answer in her warmest voice : ###No officer, I am not
sure." John replied: "you were doing 60 in a 40 mile per hour zone.
May I see your driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance
?" Amber reached into the glove-box and her purse, and produced the
items. The officer looked at them and said : "ma'am I believe that
your driver's license has expired. I am afraid that I am going to
have to impound your vehicle, and write you a citation for speeding
and driving with an expired license !" Amber just realized that her
license had expired last month on her birthday.

She replied to the officer : ###I am terribly sorry officer. I have
been going through a lot lately. I would appreciate it if you did not
impound my car. I live right around the corner from here. I promise
that if you let me drive home, I will renew my license right away."
The officer replied : "I am sorry ma'am, but I can not do that.
please step out of the vehicle !" Amber hated hearing that sentence.
Police only asked criminals and those with outstanding warrants to
step of their cars. At this point, she just stated to cry. Once
again, the officer repeated his order. Amber however, was so upset,
that she heard the officer, but her brain didn't really register
anything. The policeman once again ordered amber out of the car, and
once again there was no response. Finally, the officer said : "ma'am
I am going to ask you one last time, to step out of the vehicle. If
you do not obey my orders, I am going to have to force you out !!"
Once again, Amber's brain did not register anything. At this point,
the cop opened the car door, grabbed onto Amber's wrist, and
started to pull saying : "ma'am step out of the car ! You are under
arrest for refusing to follow orders from an officer of the law !!"

Although Amber's brain had had trouble registering the last few
events, her brain had no problem registering the fact that someone was
now pulling forcibly on her wrist. He was yanking on her
wrist trying to get her out of the car. Amber got angry and said
defiantly : "let go of my wrist ! I haven't done anything wrong !!
Stop treating me like a criminal !!" But the officer continued to
pull, and Amber refused to budge. In fact, the harder the cop tried to
get her out of the car, the more defiant she became." Finally,
John became extremely frustrated and reached for his baton with his
right hand. Amber saw this, and alarms went off in her head. John
had enough time to pull his baton out, but not enough time to swing at
her. Amber took this opportunity to grab on to his right wrist, and
step out of her car. A struggle ensued, and John proved to be no
match for amber. Amber squeezed John's wrist very tightly, and John's
fingers opened up, and the baton fell out of his hand. Enraged, John
tried swing at Amber's face with his left hand, but amber grabbed onto
his other wrist as well. With his hands trapped, all John could do
now was to use his legs. John raised his right knee with all of his
strength, and drove it into Amber's midsection. This caught Amber
completely off guard, and her breath was momentarily knocked out of
her. She didn't lose her grip on his wrists however, and she quickly
regained her senses. Extremely angry, she responded by giving him a
taste of his own medicine by driving her right knee upwards into
John's midsection as well, not once or twice, but three times in quick
succession. Due to their extreme size differential, John's puny body
was in no position to take that kind of pounding from Amber's body.
Not only was John's breath knocked completely out of him after the
first two hits, but the third hit caused him to black out, and slump

Amber finally snapped out of it and said : "oh my god !! What have it
done ?!" She quickly looked around her, and saw that the road was
empty. Being from this area, she knew that no one had seen them, as
the area was very sparsely populated. She knew however that she had
to act quickly, as sooner or later someone was going to pass by. Not
wanting to go to prison for assaulting an officer of the law, her mind
once again went into survival mode. She quickly popped open the trunk
of her car, effortlessly lifted John's body off the ground, and placed
it gently inside the trunk, and closed the lid to the trunk. Next,
she went to his motorcycle that was on the side of the road, and
pushed it into the adjacent field that was covered with dense
vegetation. Walking back to the side of the road, she looked back and
saw that the motorcycle was not visible. Next, she quickly got into
her car and started to drive home. She had made a mental note that
the officer's motorcycle did not have a mounted camera, so that their
scuffle had not been recorded. She approached her home in about five
minutes, pushed the button on her garage door opener, and drove into
her garage, with the garage door closing behind her. Next, she
quickly got out of her car, popped open the trunk, and saw that John
was still out. She easily lifted him out of her trunk, and carried
him inside her house, and to her bedroom, and placed him on her bed.
Next, she closed the door behind her, and also closed the curtains.
She went to her chest of drawers, and pulled out four of her
longest silk stockings. She removed John's leather belt, his
gun, badge, handcuffs, and uniform from his body, until he was down to his
socks, a white cotton t-shirt, and a white pair of cotton boxer
briefs. She also removed his socks and t-shirt, until he only had his
boxer-briefs on. She placed john's body right in the middle of her
bed, and spread out his arms and legs. She proceeded to tie
John's arms and legs securely to the bedposts, so that he ended up
spreadeagled. Finally, she changed her clothing into something more
comfortable, and at long last sighed in relief, collapsed onto her
bedroom floor, and waited for the officer to come to. This also gave