|by R G Bargy|
|© Copyright 2005 - R G Bargy - Used by permission|
|Storycodes: M/f; bond; toys; reluct/cons; X|
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|The Handcuffs by R G Bargy M/f; bond; toys; reluct/cons; X|
Entry from the SAX Leather, Grometsplaza & UtopiaStories Bondage Story competition 2005
Houdini would have trouble.” Claimed the Sax Leather website. I
decided they were probably right. The hand cuffs were beautifully
crafted with a triple hinge instead of the usual short chain. I was sure that
even if the wearer held the key they would not be able to manipulate it into
the lock let alone turn it with their fingers. I could not wait to try them
out on Maxine.
is head strong. She likes her own way. She is already climbing the corporate
ladder and should reach senior management by thirty. Like many successful
women she enjoys being dominated at home although her natural instincts tend
to make this difficult. We had settled on bondage as a means to give me the
upper hand. It’s not that I am weak, but without restraint she tends to lash
out wildly and one of us gets hurt. She submits willingly to being bound, but
once I have finished she struggles hard. The net result is she ends up black
breezed in the front door and took off her coat. I greeted her warmly and
before she knew what was happening I snapped the cuff on her right wrist, The
surprise was enough for me to catch her left and complete the task. Her hands
were in front of her so she could see what I’d done.
this?” Her voice was both puzzled and slightly aggrieved.
new toy,” I told her, “What do you think?”
think it’s a bit early for such chinanegins, take them off at once!”
it yourself,” I said casually and threw her the key.
seconds she knew there was something wrong. I had caved in too easily. She
followed me into the lounge where there was more light and raised her wrists
to look at the handcuffs. The keyholes were facing inwards away from her
hands. There is no twisting movement possible between the wrists and no matter
what contortion she tried the holes were out of reach. I watched quietly. Her
face was a mixture of anger, puzzlement and frustration. I wondered how long
it would be before she decided to use her mouth.
enough she put the key in her mouth, that was easy enough, but try as she
might there was no way to manoeuvre the back of the cuffs within reach of the
key. Her arms were just too long and her elbows could not bend the right way.
I’ll give her her due, she tried, but it was hopeless. Reluctantly she took
the key back out of her mouth.
give up,” she said defeatedly, “now release me.”
I said quietly.
looked aghast and started squirming her wrists as if she could free herself.
careful,” I warned her, “You might rub your skin raw.”
followed a rather unladylike torrent of abuse. I must say her accusations
about my parents was completely untrue. Eventually I tired and produced my
second purchase from Sax Leather. Maxine tried to fight me off but once
I got behind her it was only a matter of time. She knows my methods but that
does not help. The gag was soon in place and buckled behind her head.
Once again those lovely handcuffs made it impossible for her to release
herself. She could not twist her wrist enough to reach the buckle. The
frustration in her eyes was tremendous. If looks could kill I would now be six
will take it off when you calm down,” I told her, “otherwise you will have
to do without dinner,” I added menacingly.
was fascinating to watch. I think her face went scarlet, but then it dawned on
her how helpless she actually was. Her eyes looked at the handcuffs, looked at
me and then seemed to shrink. Her whole demeanour changed. I watched her
gather her self control and slowly calm down. She then looked at me dolefully.
I was in no rush. She sat down on the edge of the settee, her hands in her
lap, her head slightly bowed down. When I did not immediately move she shut
her eyes and waited. I relented of course. I love my wife, but they do say you
have to be cruel to be kind! Her humiliation had only just begun.
had to ask me to cut up her dinner. The frustration was obvious but she was
very calm and supplicant. I attended to her every request. She was not here to
suffer unduly, just to let go of her pride and self reliance.
went to the bathroom and although she managed to clean herself she was unable
to replace her knickers. There was no way to reach behind her back to pull
them up, so she left them on the floor.
unbuttoned her blouse and she discovered that she could not do it up again. I
then pulled her bra down, exposing her breasts. Once again she could not reach
the bra to pull it up.
did not attempt to limit her mobility. She could leave the room, find a book,
even get a drink, but she could not cover herself up from my gaze or prevent
my occasional amorous advances.
skirt was removed. She did not argue. I let her hair down and brushed it out.
She seemed to like that. She became more and more submissive, looking for
attention. I was pleased.
I said it was time for bed she jumped up. If she thought I would release her
she was wrong. With her breasts still bunched by her bra and her blouse
hanging wide and dishevelled I led
her upstairs and made her lie down on her back. One loop around her handcuffs
and she was secured, hands above her head, helpless to my touch. She did not
even kick out, just lay there defeated.
took no chances, securing her ankles to the corners of the bed making the
classic upturned Y. I then ravished her.
was like never before. With all her fight gone she accepted my touch, even
wanted it. I kissed, fondled and caressed her forcing an orgasm that made the
bed shake. I then entered her and released my own climax which set her going
again. I encouraged her further
with our trusty vibrator and she bucked her way through several more orgasms
before calling for a halt.
what do you think of my new toy?” I asked whimsically.
effective,” she responded, “are you going to let me out now or do I have
to sleep in my blouse and bra?”
could always cut them off,” I said helpfully.
could not tell if I was joking or not.
did of course free her, locking the handcuffs into my desk drawer in case she
had any ideas of payback. I am no escape artist. The key to my desk is well
hidden. The next time I think I will put her hands behind her back..........
story now continues in part two
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