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  Being stopped by police isn't something either Jonathan or Clara have thought about, yet here they were in that exact position.
  "So, what is going on here?" the officer says again, getting impatient. John knows the best thing to tell is the truth, but how is he to explain it without sounding like a criminal?
  "Mm-mmph!"
  Both men's gazes are drawn to the bound Clara. She is looking up at John. And she doesn't stop mmphing into her gag. It doesn't take long before John, despite his confused state of mind, understands what she wants.
  He reaches down towards her, but in no time at all, the officer has his gun out and pointed straight at John.
  "Don't move!" he shouts, drawing the attention of people around. The women around gasp and move away while the men just circle around, waiting for something to happen.
  John slowly stands upright again, hands in the air.
  "I was just going to ungag her so she can explain this herself. That would be believable, right?"
  The policeman is silent for a few seconds, then nods.
  "Ok, but slowly. Any sudden movements and you're gonna end up with a bullet in your skull."
  John gulps and nods. Slowly, he leans down towards Clara again, who bows her head forward so getting to the buckle is be easier.
  Never before has John handled any bondage equipment that slowly. He feels like he is in a movie playing in slow motion. But eventually, after what seems like forever, especially with a gun aimed at him, John gets the gag off and lets it fall to the ground.
  "Alright, step away from her now," the cop urges, waving his gun slightly. John has no problems taking a few steps away.
  The cop now turns to Clara.
  "So what is he doing with you, miss?" he askes never taking his eyes off John.
  "Officer, he's not doing anything bad," Clara says, surprising the officer. To him, it looks like some sort of kidnapping or abuse. "We are in a BDSM relationship. I am his submissive, and he is just taking me for a walk." She can hardly believe she is saying that so casually, but she is.
  More silence. The policeman is obviously pondering if it is the truth.
  Finally, he lowers the gun and holsters it. John in response lowers his arms and lets out a sigh of relief.
  "I've been to college," the cop suddenly says "so I know people do weird things. But I advice you two to not do this kind of thing in public. And just in case, I need your address."
  John, still shaky from the experience, gives the address which the officer quickly writes down in his trusty block before he tells John to untie the girl and go home. Not one to argue with authorities and fearing he'll get in trouble if he doesn't. Despite that he doesn't want to, he gets all the leather binders off her. She stands up and stretches, her arms and legs stiff and hurting slightly after walking around on her elbows and knees.
  "I hope I won't have to deal with you two anymore," the cop says. "Next time I see you doing this, I'm taking you with me. Understand?"
  "Yes," John replies. He quickly picks up the bindings and the dirty gag before standing up and putting his hands around Clara's shoulders and help her stand steadily as they start their walk back home.
  "I'm sorry…" Clara suddenly says.
  John turns to her.
  "For what?"
  "You… you wanted to keep me bound and gagged, but you couldn't… I could at least have tried to persuade him to let you keep me like that, but I didn't… I'm such a bad slave…"
  John gently strokes her back.
  "You couldn't help it. It's ok. Let's just get back home."
  The rest of the walk is silent. Once inside the door of John's home, Clara turns to him.
  "So… what do we do now… Master?" She almost forgot the title again and praises herself lucky she remembered.
  A small growl from her stomach however interrupts whatever John was planning on saying. Clara's face gets bright red, and John laughs.
  "I think it's dinner time. Make something good for both of us."
  Clara quickly nods.
  "Yes Master."
  "It's customary to bow when confirming orders, but I'll forgive you this time."
  Clara takes the hint and quickly bows.
  "Thank you, Master. I shall remember that."
  John goes to watch a television show while Clara cooks. She is a good cook, and soon there is fried chicken with stir-fried vegetables on the table.
  "Master, dinner's done," Clara calls out. She hears the TV gets turned off, and shortly after, her master is with her.
  "Mmm, looks good," He says and kisses her cheek softly. "Let's sit down and eat."
  They both sit down on opposite sides of the table and eat up what's on their plates.
  "Umm, w-will you be tying me up after dinner?" Clara asks as she finishes.
  John smiles back.
  "I never planned anything else."
  He finishes eating as well and stands up.
  "You do the dishes like a good slave, then meet me in the living room," John says with a smirk and head off.
  Heart thumping, Clara quickly does the dishes before going go meet her Master.
  He's sitting in the couch with piles of rope next to him.
  "Come sit down," he says with a friendly voice. Clara silently obeys and sits down. Not even needing orders to know what comes next, she puts her arms behind her back, crossing her wrists.
  "Good slave," John says approvingly before wrapping rope around her crossed wrists. Then he wraps rope above and below her breasts, pinning her arms to her back. Finally, he ties rope at her ankles and above her knees.
  Still not saying a word, he gently pulls her head to his chest, letting it rest there. A content sigh escapes Clara.
  "Mmm, this is bondage as it should be…" she mumbles, closing her eyes, enjoying the soft bondage in the arms of her master.
  "Enjoying yourself?" John asks.
  Clara peeks up at him and smiles.
  "Very much, Master."
  He puts her arms around her and hugs her, pulling her body closer. The sensation of being softly, yet helplessly bound at the hands of the person she loves is enough to make a moan escape Clara's lips.
  "M-master…" she suddenly stutters.
  John looks down into her eyes.
  "What is it, my slave?"
  "Um… y-you know that I like this kind of bondage best… I really do… but…" She takes a deep breath. "You are my Master, and I want you to train me to like whatever you like. Gags, whips, leather, latex and the lot. Because… because I want to be the best slave you could ever have!"
  She didn't realize she was shouting the last words and takes a deep breath, her face blushing almost as badly as when they went for the walk.
  Suddenly, John pulls her face closer to his and plant his lips on hers. Clara closes her eyes, moaning into the kiss.
  After a few seconds, John pulls away.
  "I know, my slave. And I will. One step at a time."
  Clara felt happier at this point than she ever had. To her, only a proposal could have made things better. And from the pure rush of happiness, she pressed her lips against those of her master.
  There was silence. Only the two of them existed in the entire world until John once again broke away.
  "You kissed me without permission," he said with a smirk.
  Clara blushed once more.
  "I…I did…"
  John leans close to her ear and whispers seductively.
  "Bad slaves get punished, don't they?"
  Clara's breathing gets faster, and with a gulp, she gives her answer.
  "Yes Master."