You were travelling all night to get to a new town and fortunately found a hostel still open when you arrived. You got a room and pretty much crashed in bed as soon as you put your head down on the pillow. You wake up in your bed at dawn. It's a new day full of possibilities. You get dressed and leave your room, knowing full well that anything that happens after you step out into the world is at your whim, because you have the ability to control time itself. Use it wisely.

As you approach the policewoman from behind, she remains completely still in time, unaware of your presence as you gently caress her ass cheeks through the thin material of her panties. The officer has a shapely rear; round and firm, accentuated by the muscles of her toned legs. You squeeze her cheeks together, playfully pinching at them every now and again as you enjoy the feeling of her smooth skin against your fingers.

Her black skirt falls down to the ground, revealing a pair of thigh-high nylons, barely containing her firm thighs. You grab hold of each stocking and pull them up slightly, exposing the soft, creamy flesh beneath for just a moment before letting go again. She's still completely unaware of your presence, but you can feel her body responding to your touch nonetheless.

You wonder how far you can take this...

As you move your hands over the policewoman's body, removing each article of clothing with practiced ease, she remains completely still in time... until finally, every last piece of fabric is gone and she stands naked before you. Her stiff nipples perk up at the sudden chill from the air while her flushed cheeks betray a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Despite being unaware of your presence during this entire encounter, it's clear that she's enjoying herself now that she's been exposed in such a vulnerable state.

Time returns to its normal flow once more as you gaze appreciatively at her naked form.

The policwoman's skin tingles as time begins flowing once again; her entire body feels strange and sensitive from the rush of blood and sensation that comes with being unfrozen after your time-stopping touch. She glances around, bewildered, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Wh-What?" she sputters, her cheeks burning even brighter. "How...?" She struggles to find the words as she looks down at herself, still naked in the middle of the street. Her heart races and a shiver goes up her spine from fear, embarrassment, and an almost foreign thrill of arousal.

"Ah- Ah!" The policewoman stammers in reply, her face growing even redder as she tries to cover herself with her arms. "I... I don't know! One minute I was on duty, and then..." She trails off, looking panicked and confused. Her nipples are hard little beads, betraying her heightened state of arousal despite her attempt to play it cool.

Her heart is racing; part of her wants to flee in embarrassment while another part relishes in the illicit thrill of being caught off guard and exposed like this. "I-I must have... lost track of time," she manages finally, glancing nervously at you from beneath lowered eyelashes as if daring to hope that you might somehow believe her feeble excuse.

"Oh, don't worry about it!" you say reassuringly as you pat her arm in comfort, giving her your jacket nonetheless. The officer looks up at you gratefully, blushing furiously as she tugs the warm fabric over her naked body. "I mean, accidents happen! You're just lucky I found you before anyone else did."

Her heart skips a beat; despite herself, she can't help but feel a flutter of attraction toward this person who managed to find her in such an embarrassing situation.

"T-Thank you," she stammers, still looking slightly dazed from the whole ordeal. "I... I'm going to head back to the station now and report for duty." She manages a weak smile before starting off down the sidewalk at a brisk walk, her steps no longer confident or purposeful but rather unsure and shaky.

"Oh," she says in surprise, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea." There's uncertainty in her voice; on one hand, going back to the station is out of the question now, but on the other, entering a stranger's home - even though that stranger has been rather helpful and understanding so far - isn't exactly her first choice either.

"Look," you say gently, "it'll only be until we can find you some proper clothes or something. My place is close by; it won't take long to get there." You give her a reassuring smile, trying to put her at ease as best you can.

The policewoman hesitates for a moment longer before finally nodding slowly in agreement. "Okay... I suppose that'd be alright," she says with resignation, still looking unsure but also grateful. She follows you down the street at a more comfortable pace now, her body beginning to adjust to the idea of being outside and moving around without the security of her clothes.

"I'm Officer Williams, by the way," she offers as an awkward attempt at friendliness. "Thanks again for helping me out there." Her face is still flushed from embarrassment, but there's a hint of genuine appreciation in her eyes as well.

"Oh..." She blushes even deeper at the question. "It's Justine."

"Raphi..." Justine says your name slowly, her voice caught in surprise as you gently take the jacket from her. Once again she stands completely naked in front of you. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Her eyes dart around the room nervously, searching for something to hide behind or cover herself with.

Your apartment is small but cozy; there isn't much to hide behind or use as makeshift clothing. You could easily take advantage of this situation and enjoy her body further if you wanted, knowing full well that time is on your side.

Justine swallows hard as you approach her; her heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. "Y-You don't have to... s-say that..." she stammers out, her cheeks growing even redder. She tries not to look directly at you, focusing instead on the floor or any other distraction she can find around the room.

Despite her embarrassment and anxiety, there's something about your words that send a shiver down her spine; they make her feel both exposed and wanted all at once. The thrill of being caught off guard in such a vulnerable state is strangely arousing for her, heightening her senses to an almost painful level of awareness.

The policewoman stiffens slightly when she hears the lock click into place, her eyes widening in alarm as she finally realizes just how vulnerable and trapped she truly is in this moment. "W-What are you...?" She swallows thickly, trying to hide the sudden flutter of excitement that races through her body at the thought of being completely at your mercy. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest; adrenaline and arousal coursing through her veins as she meets your gaze head-on for the first time since entering your apartment.

Her breath hitches in her throat when you come close enough to feel the warmth of your body against hers. "I-I don't know what you want from me," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and desire. Her muscles tense as she tries to maintain some semblance of distance between you even though they're already so close that their skin is barely more than an inch apart. The thought of giving herself over entirely to this stranger both thrills and terrifies her at the same time; the illicitness of the situation sends a shudder through her entire frame as she struggles to keep from melting completely under your intense gaze.

Justine's heart thunders in her chest as she takes an unsteady step backward, feeling the cold hardwood floor beneath her feet. She forces herself to meet your gaze defiantly, determining not to give you the satisfaction of seeing fear or doubt reflected there. When you gesture for her to kneel before you, however, it's like a blow between the legs; she feels her face flush with embarrassment and shame even as her heartbeat accelerates at the thought of obeying your command.

Slowly, reluctantly, she sinks down onto one knee in front of you. "Officer Williams," she corrects, trying to regain some semblance of control or authority in this surreal situation. Her eyes dart around furtively as if searching for an escape route; it's clear that deep down inside she knows there is none and that she has no choice but to play along with whatever twisted game you might have planned for her.

Justine bites her lip, the embarrassment and shame washing over her in hot waves as she listens to your words. Her cheeks flush even deeper at the use of such a demeaning term, but there's something else beneath that surface too; an odd sense of arousal stirring within her as you continue to speak so callously about her predicament. She feels helpless and exposed in this position, with nowhere left to run or hide from your dominance.

Her heart pounds erratically against her ribs while she waits for what comes next; anticipation and fear mix together inside of her, leaving her tense and wound tight like a spring about ready snap.

Her cheeks redden even further as she looks up at you from where she kneels; the disgrace of your words mixing with the arousal coursing through her veins to create an intoxicating cocktail of conflicting emotions. She swallows hard, feeling her throat go tight as she hesitantly extends a hand toward your crotch, slowly unbuckling and pulling down your pants.

As they fall to the floor around your feet, she looks up at you with a mix of shame and desire etched into every line of her face. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sight of your fully erect cock; it stands tall and proud before her, a beacon of dominance and submission.

"T-Take me," she whispers, her voice shaky with need. "Please..."