Entry from the SAX Leather, Grometsplaza & UtopiaStories Bondage Story competition 2005

“Even 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.

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 and blue.

Maxine 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.

“What’s this?” Her voice was both puzzled and slightly aggrieved.

“A new toy,” I told her, “What do you think?”

“I think it’s a bit early for such chinanegins, take them off at once!”

“Do it yourself,” I said casually and threw her the key.

Within 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.

Sure 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.

“I give up,” she said defeatedly, “now release me.”

“No,” I said quietly.

She looked aghast and started squirming her wrists as if she could free herself.

“Be careful,” I warned her, “You might rub your skin raw.”

There 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 feet under.  

“I will take it off when you calm down,” I told her, “otherwise you will have to do without dinner,” I added menacingly.

It 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.

She 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.

She 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.

I 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.

I 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.

Her 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.

When 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.

I took no chances, securing her ankles to the corners of the bed making the classic upturned Y. I then ravished her.

It 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.

“So what do you think of my new toy?” I asked whimsically.

“Very effective,” she responded, “are you going to let me out now or do I have to sleep in my blouse and bra?”

“I could always cut them off,” I said helpfully.

She could not tell if I was joking or not.

I 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..........

ends

07.02.07