I am sure a lot of us have been through this, I had been seeing a girl for about a year but something was missing from the relationship, and that something was bondage. I had not made any secret about what I like however this girl was not into it. She was perfect in every other way, she was pleasant, funny, we had a great time, but when it came down to it she had no kinky side whatsoever. She had no fantasies, and no inclination to try anything new. In short she was dull in the bedroom. She dressed conservatively.
I tried everything, however the final straw came when I spent a small fortune and bought her a really nice designer leather biker jacket. It was one that all the girls were going crazy over, when I was in the store a girl behind me in the queue commented on how she wished she could afford it. My then, partner unwrapped it and I quote said, “Leather, that’s your thing not mine, I’m not wearing it!” and threw it on the bed. All I could think was what a bitch. We struggled on for about another week, but it really put me off her. She had these bouts where she could be just the most ungrateful bitch you could want to meet. Then other times (the bulk of the time) she was just fantastic. We would go out, see movies, go on long walks, everything the perfect couple does.
About a week after this, the jacket still hanging in her wardrobe, I asked her to wear it as we were going out to some charity event, she said, “So you can get your twisted perverted fix all night, no way!” We had a huge row over it and I basically told her to play hide and go fuck herself.
My ex was pretty upset that I had ended it, calling it a stupid reason to throw away a relationship, I told her I agreed with her, but if that was truly the case and how she felt then she would have been more accepting and not such a complete bitch about it, but in true form I got the reply, “It’s your problem not mine”. I know now that I was making the right decision, but that left me with an issue, as I had a load of stuff to move and nowhere to move it too!
The great thing about social media is that it brings in to play people who you maybe know in passing but not so much in real life. Anyway, I had to find someplace to stay, and my ex had told me just to come and get my stuff when I wanted, and could we still be friends? Yeah, I thought that too, make me feel like a total freak and then want to be friends, but I kept my cool so that I could get my stuff and we could go our separate ways. Anyway, that night I stayed in a hotel, trying to organise a van to do the whole collection thing in one go. To be honest I would have just walked and left the lot, but I wanted my secret stash of bondage gear which was in a few boxes up in the loft, taped up, quite a lot…
I found a van, and stuck on facebook, the status, “Oh well, that about wraps up that farce of a relationship, van booked anyone able to help me move out?” I posted this at 2:30am, within 2 minutes a girl called Anna-Maria who works for a customer of mine had replied, “Sorry to hear that, I am free and bored most nights, I’ll help you.”
Great, I have only spoken to Anna-Maria a couple of times, and she had friended me on facebook, but that was the limits of our interaction. Anna-Maria is the kind of girl your mother use to warn you about. Good looking but seems to play it down, just tall enough to be short in flats and normal in heels, always wore at least 5 inch heels to work with ripped jeans and long black hair. I had noticed on a couple of occasions that she had greeted me when I walked in with an arm around my shoulder, which was nice but I thought was just her being friendly.
Hastily replying, “Great, thanks, how about tomorrow evening, and I’ll get us dinner?” Two seconds later she replies “OK x”
The next day I went to a friend of mine who is a realtor. They had a house that they had been trying to sell for ages, four bedroom, in a not too bad area, but the price was a bit high end for the area so no one had bought it. “I’ll take it,” I said confidently, “but on one condition, I pay now on my debit card in full, I presume no mortgage means no survey, and I leave with the keys today”, we shook hands, I paid the money, and good to his word I left with the keys in my pocket.
By now it was 5:30 and I knew Anna-Maria would be waiting at work so I jumped in the van and headed over the 5 miles to where she worked. I had to pop in as I know everyone in there. Emma, another girl I know quite well pulled me to one side and caught me off guard by saying, “Treat her right, she is a great girl”.
“Em, she is just helping me move house, and to be honest I was glad of the help, I never read anything more into it” I said.
Em looked me square in the eye then smiled, “Read more into it, she talks about you all the time!” and with that she headed off out the door.
Going up the stairs to Anna-Maria’s office I saw her sitting at her desk. Quietly I knocked on the door, she looked up and smiled, jumped up from her chair, she put her arm around me, “Wanna talk about it hun?” she said softly.
“I’m fine hun, I ended it, usual story boy meets bitch,” at this point I realised what I had said to an almost total stranger and corrected myself, “well, not bitch exactly but… well there were differences.”
“I understand hun, come on let’s get going.”
We went to the van, both jumped in and instinctively I went for my cigarettes, “Do you mind” Anna-Maria said softly, shit I thought she must not smoke, so threw the packet back in the cubby hole, “Oh god no,” she said, “I was going to say would you mind if I borrowed one from you, I did not get chance to go to the shop earlier!”
I looked over and we both laughed, “Of course hun, you don’t need to ask,” there it was again, that beaming smile.
We made small talk all the way there, eventually we pulled up at my ex’s, no sign of her, all the lights were off and the alarm was on. I headed straight for the stairs, Anna-Maria said, “Wow, this is a nice house, can I take a sneek peek?”
“Sure, knock yourself out”. I just got to the top of the stairs and then I heard Anna-Maria calling me, I went down, there was a note from my ex on the kitchen side, ‘All your stuff is boxed and in the garage. I have ordered myself a new car so please take the car back’. That was it, the total note, with the keys to the car, a one month old Jaguar XF that she wanted, and like a moron I had bought for her. I had all the extra’s fitted, exactly the same as my one which I bought the month before.
I picked up the keys and headed upstairs to check the loft where my toy boxes were, they were gone, must be in the garage we headed out to the double garage, on one side was the Jag, on the other a huge pile of boxes. We had bought a gross of boxes when we moved in, and now there were about 20 of them all sealed with tape, all identical size. It took us about 30 minutes to load them all into the van, and two into the boot of the car. I looked over at Anna-Maria and said, “You can drive right?”
“Yes, but I have never driven a big van before,” she said gulping.
“Sorry no, I meant, would you mind driving the car?” I said softly.
“A Jaguar? I’ve always wanted to drive one of those,” she said looking at the car intently.
“Well here is your chance hun”, she needed no more encouragement. “We have to stop on the way to get a kettle!” I said.
Well it took us about 2 hours by the time we had gone round the supermarket getting all the bits I needed for the new place, we rocked up outside the new house at about 8pm. “Nice” Anna-Maria said.
“Not sure,” I replied, “Never been here before!” I continued, we got in through the door and Anna-Maria walked through the place, saying things like “you should put the TV there”, “This would make a nice office room”. I had to admit after spending a few hours with her I was pretty smitten, she seemed different, softer, and more approachable.
We dragged in the boxes, and I popped outside to the van to grab my mobile as we had decided that we were too grubby and sweaty after moving the boxes to go out to eat so we would just order in. I walked back into the house, and realised that there were 4 open boxes, shit I thought, I have no idea which ones are full of bondage stuff. Anna-Maria looked up at me, “Hey this a genuine Burberry Prorsum jacket, it smells new?” she said.
“Yeah, long story, short version is, I liked it, bought it for my ex, she told me I was a pervert for buying her leather, we broke up” I replied trying not to sound rejected!
“Well, she did not realise how lucky she was, I would have worn it but then I always was a sucker for the smell of new leather, and I love how shiny it is,” she said while holding it up to her chest.
“Try it on, it looks like it might fit you, and I have no use for it,” I said trying to sound cool.
“Really?”
“Yes, god, you have helped me move, if it fits your very welcome to it.”
She pulled off her baggy jumper revealing a tight top and it has to be said nice breasts and a cute waist, I think I might have said, “Wow” out loud, she slid her arms down the sleeves, pulled it up around her shoulders, then did a pirouette, “What do you think?”
“Wow! It looks better on you than I could have imagine in would have looked on her, it really suits you.”
She quickly countered with, “It makes me feel sexy”. By this time I was a puddle on the floor, she looked amazing, I mean stunning, even with her hair everywhere and no makeup. “I’m gonna keep it on for a bit, if that is ok?”
“Sure” there was me trying to be cool again. Truth is, I had to sit down, but before I could I was hit with the next bombshell.
“Hey what’s this there is something shiny in the bottom of the box?” she said before I had chance to look, she pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Whilst I was now busy trying to get my brain to engage and come up with a viable excuse, she had pulled them out of the box, and proceeded to snap them closed around her wrist, she then put her hands behind her back and locked home the other one. “There a convict in Burberry” she said laughing, while loudly rattling the chain between them.
I walked over to her, she looked at my crotch which was now bulging quite badly, without another word, she went down on her knees and with some skill was working on the button on my jeans, then the zip. “I bought them in a garage sa….”
By this time she was deep in the middle of giving me an amazing blow job. It only took about a minute before I blew my load. She looked up “tastes good” she said. She then stood up, and we kissed very deeply and very passionately. “I don’t suppose you know where the key is do you?” she asked innocently. Shit, I dug through the box to find it nestling at the bottom. I unlocked one of her wrists and she brought her hands back to her front, with one handcuff swinging from her arm. She made no attempt to take it off but gave me back the key.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked innocently.
“Sure” I said.
“I’ve always wanted to be handcuffed,” she looked at me blushing a little.
“Hey”, I said as I hugged her, “you’re in good company here”.
We spent the next two hours putting things away. All the time she left the open handcuff swinging from her wrist. As luck would have it there was already carpets though out, and the old owner had left a brand new sofa, leather of course, and a brand new king-size bed, I guess they were trying to make the place look lived in. I thought I could just phone them and recompense them for these early the following week, which I did by the way. So after a few hours I had a house, ready to stay in. The kitchen stuff was unpacked, the lounge was done. It was still sparse but mostly complete. It left four boxes of stuff to unpack, which I knew must be the rest of the bondage gear. Most of it new.
“Anna-Maria, I need to tell you something. In these boxes are some private things that I have been buying over the last few years, none of it has been used, but ….” I started.
“You want me to go?” she said a little dejected.
“God no, I was going to say that you might like some of the stuff in them, but if you feel uncomfortable then you must tell me, I am use to being labelled a freak, but I must ask that you never tell anyone at work.” I tried to sound composed.
“You got it, besides if I did you could tell them how I blew you whilst handcuffed on the first… well not even on a date…. Wow I’m such a slut.” She winked, and waved the loose handcuff at me.
We unpacked the first box, in it was two leather straitjackets, one in my size, and as I now knew one in Anna-Maria’s size. She was beside herself, “OMG, now those are cool” she said.
Pulling her close, I kissed her and gently pulled her hands back behind her, I was careful not to trap her skin as I closed the handcuff back around her wrist. “Anna-Maria, I have never found a girl who liked this stuff, so I am about to ask you a question which if you consider this to be our first date will seem a bit forward. You like the jacket so that is already yours, now you get to gamble for the Jaguar, the house, the toys. See it would appear I have an opening in the girlfriend department….”
She stopped me there, “Yes, yes, yes” there was a pause followed by, “now can I try on that jacket?” she motioned with her head towards the smaller of the two straitjackets.
Within five minutes she was firmly fastened into it, tugging at the sleeves, rolling around on the floor, laughing. Eventually she looked at me, “Could you undo the crotch straps and take off my jeans?” she asked very quietly. I did as she asked, “Now could you do back up the crotch straps?” she said again quietly “tighter” I did as she requested. “Now could you also check all the straps at the back I want it really tight” I did as she asked.
As soon as she was happy she ran out the room up the stairs. I followed but she was quick she was at the top of the stairs before I even got to the bottom. I ran up and found her in the middle of what was now our bed. She looked over at me very seriously and said quite sternly, “Firstly I want you to fuck me, after I don’t want you to let me out of this until the morning, the time in between you can do to me anything you like. I want to be used and abused!” she said the last word with a wink.
It was a hell of a night. In the morning we woke up and had the most magical breakfast. She wore nothing but the leather biker jacket while we had breakfast. “I’m not taking this off today,” she said as she headed out the door to her new car. Sure enough I popped in later that afternoon and she was sat at her desk with a huge smile still wearing it. She looked up and spotted me, she walked out of her office in to the middle of the main office where there were about 50 staff. She kissed me passionately in front of all of them. “I would like you all to meet my new boyfriend” she said very confidently. Gazing into her eyes I knew I had found the one, she leaned into me, “Are you home tonight before me?”
“Yes” I whispered back, “Good, handcuff yourself to the bed naked and wait for me”.
Needless to say I did as she asked, I heard the car pull up about 7pm, so it had been an hour since I clicked the double lock on both sets of cuffs and threw the keys onto the landing. Anna-Maria came in and I heard some shuffling downstairs, after a few minutes I heard her coming up the stairs. “Sorry,” she said, “I popped back to my flat to pick up my stuff”, she walked into the bedroom, she had on some black leather thigh boots with a huge heel, a black leather mini skirt and the jacket, hanging open, with her breasts just hiding inside, she had obviously taken her top off.
“It’s my turn tonight!” she said as she walked over and straddled me, “and as it is Friday, after this you will be put in to the straitjacket until the morning, then you are going to sit down with me and we will combine our toys, I am going to try out everything on you for the rest of the weekend. That is if you have not changed your mind about me?” she winked again. I thought I must be the luckiest person on the planet. I had all but forgotten about my ex, all I could think of was my future leather clad wife, Anna-Maria.
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