Lovely Rita, Meter Maid, a short story by TrustyJim. Date added: 2012-06-26. Times viewed: 3708.
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- Intro: Don't give the meter maid a hard time, or she'll physically restrain and subdue you with her bare hands! FemDom
- Rita's lips curved in a pouty frown as she sighted the parking meter alongside the parked car. Meter, red flag up: EXPIRED. Rita stopped, stood there in her meter maid uniform, got out her pen and booklet, held the book in her large smooth beautiful hand as she started writing a parking ticket.
"Miss! Excuse me, miss! I was just about to put some more change in the parking meter!"
Rita glanced up from writing the ticket, meter maid cap on her head at a jaunty angle atop a bun of dark hair. She saw a man, thirty something, approaching at a brisk trot. Rita pursed her lips. "I'm sorry, sir, but the meter is already expired. I'm required to write you a ticket."
"Oh..." The man stopped, facing Rita, slightly out of breath. "Oh... well, twenty after ten, I'm sure that meter expired not a minute ago..."
What, did the man think Rita hadn't heard this line a thousand times? "Sir, the meter is expired. I'm required by law to write you a parking ticket."
"No! I didn't realize I was late! I was sure I'd get back here in time!" Now the man was starting to get agitated. "Look, just rip up the ticket. Just this once, okay?"
"Sir, I can't do that." Rita drew herself up to her full height, just as tall as the man. "You can dispute the ticket in court, if you wish."
Now the man was getting angry. "I can't afford to take time off from work, dispute some damn piddling parking ticket in court--"
"Sir..." Rita looked imposing, standing there erect in her meter maid uniform, made her look -- well, you know the words to the song -- made her look a little like a milit'ry man! "Sir, just you settle down! I have to write you this ticket--"
"Just rip it up, dammit! Rip up the fucking ticket!"
"Sir, maybe you've heard, under the new state law meter maids are authorized to restrain difficult members of the public, so just settle down..."
"NO! Just tear up the fucking ticket, all right?!" The man took a few steps toward Rita.
"Sir, if you don't calm down, you will very suddenly find my hand clamped very tightly over your mouth."
"NO!!! Fuck you, and fuck your fucking parking tick--mmmmmmphhh!!"
Rita moved on the man in a flash, and got him with her large smooth beautiful soft strong feminine right hand clamped hard over his mouth, shutting off the torrent of foul language.
"Mmmmmmmmmhhh, mmmm hhmmmmmm mmmmmmm, mmmmm gghhh'hh HHHMMMMMM!! Mmmmm hmmmmm MMMMMMMMMHHHH!!! Wwmmmm, MMMMMMMMMMMH!" The man tried to shout and yell from behind the meter maid's hand, but Rita had her large soft warm powerful engulfing palm fastened tightly in place over his mouth, so that he could only make muffled dampened noises. Rita was just as tall as the man, and athletic; he didn't have a chance of getting away from her. "Mmmmmmmmmhhh!!!"
"Sir, please settle down!" Rita kept her big smooth beautiful hand clamped like a tight lid over the angry man's mouth. She had her other arm through the crooks of his elbows behind his back, so he couldn't use his arms. Lovely Rita, meter maid, had the man very effectively shut up and restrained, and there was no way he could break free.
"Mmmmhhh! Mmmmmhh! Mmmmmhhh!! Mmmmmhhh..... Mmmmmmhh, mmmmm hmmmmm mmmmmmmmhhhh!! Mmmmm hmmmm mmmmmmhhh! NNN'NMMMMMMMHHHHH!! MMMMMHHHH! Mmmmmmhhh... mmmmhhhh... mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmhhh!" The man squirmed and struggled in Rita's grasp, but he couldn't get away, no matter how hard he strained against her. "Mmmmmmhhh! MMMMMMHHHH!!" Rita had been instructed well in Handgagging 101. She kept her large smooth soft powerful lovely hand squeezed very tightly over the man's mouth and cheeks, squeezing his cheeks way in with her lovely warm strong grip, holding his mouth so hard that he couldn't possibly get it open or speak a word, no matter how he writhed and struggled against her restraining hold. "MMMMMMHHHHHH!! Hmmmmm, mmmmm hmmm mmmmmmmmmhh!!"
"Sir, you're going to have to settle down, or I can't let you go!" Rita stood there in her smart crisp meter maid uniform, her cap fallen off onto the sidewalk, her hair now coming loose in long dark strands. But she kept her big smooth beautiful soft womanly hand fastened tight over the man's mouth. He was showing no sign of letting up in his struggle.
"MMMMMMHHH!!!!! Ggghhmmmm... mmmmhh, mmm hmmmm MMMMHHHH!!"
A girl and her mother came walking along down the sidewalk. "Oh look, mom! Why is that lady holding the man's mouth? Listen to him making noises, is he trying to say something?"
"Shhhhh! She's a meter maid, and he's giving her trouble."
"But why is she holding her hand over his--mmmmmmmmhhhh!!" And with that, the mother plastered her hand over her daughter's mouth. Under the new law, one didn't want to draw unwelcome attention from a meter maid! "Mmmmmmhhh," went the girl, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhh....." But her mother kept her hand over the girl's mouth until they were around the corner.
Meanwhile the man continued to jerk and squirm in Rita's grasp. "MMMMMMMHHHH!! Mmmmmhhhh! Mmmmmmhhhh, mmmmhhhhh... mmmmhhh..... hmmmm, mmmmmmm...." But he wasn't able to speak a word, with Rita's sleek smooth athletic hand fastened over his mouth.
Now Rita pulled his head back against her shoulder. "If you quiet down, I will take my hand away from your mouth. But if you shout or yell, I will put my hand back over your mouth. Now, are you going to be quiet?"
"Mmmmmhhh.......... mmmmmhh......"
"All right, now I'm taking my hand off your mouth." Rita removed her hand from the man's mouth, and then held her hand cupped in the air a few inches in front of his face. She kept his arms locked behind his back with her other arm.
"Ahhh... ahhhh....." The man panted, taking a few breaths, hungry for air. Then he cut loose again with a blue streak: "Let me go, you fucking bitch--mmmmmmmmhhh!! MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHH!! Mmmmmm hmmm mhhh, mmmmmmmhhh! Mmmmm, HHMMMM!!!"
"No, sir." Rita clamped her large smooth soft warm beautifully shaped hand back firmly over the man's mouth, reducing him once again to angry unintelligible noises. "I am fully capable of holding my hand over your mouth for as long as it takes you to settle down!"
"MMmmmmmm, mmmmm hhmmmm mmmmm hmmmmhhh, mmmmmmmhh!! MMMMMMHH HMMMM GHH'MMMMMM!! Mmmmmhh, MMMMMMMMHHH!!" The man continued to gyrate and squirm, helpless in the restraining grip of the slender trim meter maid, as she kept on holding him with her silky smooth pale vanilla hand immovably clamped like a tight lid over his mouth and lower face. "MMMMMMMHHH!!! MMMMMMHHH!!!!" Rita continued to hold her hand over his mouth for another several minutes.
Then at last the man seemed to settle down, exhausted, spent, worn out from all his futile struggles to escape from lovely Rita, meter maid, and her tight unrelenting invincible hand over his mouth. At long last Rita took her hand away from his mouth and let him go. The man stood there on the sidewalk in front of her, panting, his mouth agape. As she let go of his arms, he opened his hand and she saw that he was still clutching a few coins in his sweaty palm.
"As you see, sir, we meter maids are fully authorized to deal with anyone who gives us a hard time. Of course, I'll have to make a notation on your parking ticket that I had to hold my hand over your mouth and restrain you. You understand, that may cost you an extra fine."
The man just stood, breathing through his mouth, staring with wide eyes at Rita. He didn't speak a word to her. After what he'd been through at the hands of Rita, he didn't dare.
Rita finished filling out the parking ticket, and placed it under a windshield wiper. She fastened her long loose strands of dark hair back up in place before she retrieved her meter maid cap and set it back on her head at a jaunty angle. "Well, I'll be on my way, then." And with that, Rita walked off down the sidewalk, in search of expired parking meters, and more than capable of taking care of herself.
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