Emma · Part 1

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For Rob at Ropedreams:- “hope the leg is getting better and your crazy golf is less eventful next time” lol

Preview from “An afternoon chair tied in silk scarf Bondage”:-

A few weeks ago I had ordered some scarves online and had tied myself to a chair in the kitchen when I realized I had pulled the knots too tight and I couldn't pick at them to get free. I was silly and had attached my wrists, tied behind my back, to the back of the chair which limited my movement.

I remembered I had some scissors on the edge of the table and tried to edge the chair over to the table. After a bit of effort I had managed to reach the table. Leaning my head on the side of the table I tried in vain to edge the scissors closer to me, but I inadvertently pushed them out of reach.

It was my neighbour Denis who found me when had called in for a cup of tea after being neighborly and had cut my front lawn after first doing his. Denis found me in my predicament. He is a really sweet guy and thought I had been burgled.

When I told him I did self-bondage ties all the time, he tutted and shook his head and and was worried for my safety. I had to admit I told him to stop worrying and back chatted to him. For being cheeky to him, he re-tied me on the chair tighter and used all the scarves from the package I had received. Then after his tea, he went to cut the grass in the back garden while I struggled like a real bound and gagged damsel in distress.

After an hour he came in and released me and I gushed my thanks to him for releasing me, feeling embarrassed yet excited at how he had tied me. Previously, only Peter my husband, and one other boyfriend had even known of my kinky secret bondage desires. So it was a while before I felt the need to tie myself up again. Then I had a package delivered to me…

I wrote this little tale on the aeroplane about my new handcuffs I had recently received. The story is partly fiction & partly true, I leave you to guess which is which…;)

There are pros and cons to being a contracted accountant. You are always worrying about getting the next job because you have the bills to pay and that would include my shoe shopping bills too as I love shoes and stupidly buy them when I shouldn't. The upside though, is that if you have just finished a job and are waiting to start the next as I was, I was at leisure to sit around the garden soaking up the sunshine. That's how I enticed Denis into tying me up; well handcuffing me, with my new fetish gear.

With Peter at work, I was in a black two piece bikini on the sun lounger out on the deck. I was laying in the sun reading some trashy romantic book, with a jug of rum punch while listening to the radio on low. It was time for another big dollop of factor thirty, and the bikini would be coming off in a few minutes too.

I am a firm believer in the George Hamilton School of sun bathing! Even your toes should have an outing in the sunshine. There's nothing like walking around the house bare feet, or on the soft grass of a nice lawn or best of all, a warm sandy beach as the tide is coming in and the feel of the fine wet sand squelching through your toes.

I was rubbing the suntan lotion into my calves and feet when I heard the crunch of gravel up the side path. I lifted the sunglasses up to see who it was. Then I recognized it was Denis.

"Morning, Emma. I thought you might be round the back, as your car is in the drive."

"Hi, Denis. How's my knight in shining armour? Have you come to rescue me again?" I giggled, referring to the scarf bondage he found me trapped in.

"You don't look like you need rescuing this time. I knocked on the front door with a package for you." He placed a padded Jiffy envelope on the table.

"Thanks Honey. I have something for you too. You want to try one of these?" I pointed. Without waiting for an answer I padded off to the kitchen for a tall glass. I also put a bottle of single Malt Scotch on the table in front of him and poured the punch into the glass, making sure Denis had plenty of ice and a straw.

"What’s that for?" He asked, pointing to the Scotch bottle, as I was settling back on the lounger.

"Well it could be a reward to my Prince for rescuing me, or thanks for cutting the grass a few weeks back. I'll let you decide." He thanked me and said I needn't have as he was just being neighborly.

We chatted for a bit. He had dropped his wife Joyce at the Bingo for the late morning early afternoon session, and was going to join his buddies in the pub later for lunch. Then he took a swig from the straw in the glass.

"Bloody hell Emma! You're drinking cocktails at eleven in the morning! I thought it was fruit juice."

I laughed at him. "True. I am enjoying the sunshine, reading my book. Put your feet up and enjoy life the Australian way for a while." I said. "Besides, if you say it's too early for a drink and the sun isn't over the "Yard Arm" yet, I'll say it is in Australia!"

"That’s fair enough. Mmm. This is good stuff. What's in it?" He asked, taking a big swig.

"It's a Rum punch. Lots of ice, rum, lime syrup, orange and pineapple juice, a splash of grenadine. Oh, and really nice sunny day to drink it on. It's very dangerous too, and I'll guarantee you will want another one." I grinned at him and took a swig from my own glass. "Besides, Rum punch has to be shared."

Eyeing the package as we talked, I had an idea what the contents of the package would be as I was waiting for them to arrive and to give them a try out.

I sometimes used handcuffs to play around in self-bondage. The problem with that is you are rolling around the floor dreaming you're a damsel in distress waiting for Prince Charming to rescue you, and if you are really lucky, ravish you whilst you are still bound and gagged. You soon realize that if you haven't got a pair that double lock, you will inevitably cause the cuffs to click tighter from all your movements.

After my last escapade in the cuffs, they clicked really tight. It was then, that I decided that I would have to invest in a decent rigid set of cuffs.

After a browse around online, I decided on a set of Irish 8 cuffs with a barrel lock for the wrists, and the old fashioned "key to lock" for the ankle cuffs. Obviously I had to measure my wrists and ankles prior to ordering, as they came in three different sizes. While I was online I also ordered a nice lockable red latex ballgag with a 1&3/4 inch latex ball, and another with a 2 inch ball to keep me quiet while I was playing.

I was watching Denis with interest as I picked up the package, and ripped it open. I unwrapped the cuffs and the ball gags and laid them out on the table. I noticed Denis looking at the cuffs. They were very beautiful, too. Very shiny, stainless steel, glinting up at us in the sunlight.

Denis looked up and spluttered into his drink in shock. "More of your bondage malarkey Emma?"

He lent over the table and picked up the cuffs.

"I haven't seen a set of Irish 8's since the sixties."

Now it was my turn to splutter into my drink, as I never told him what make or model they were.

"They are Irish 8's, but how do you know that?" I asked. "Did you get arrested a lot when you were a kid then?" I laughed.

"I was a Military Policeman during National Service late 50s early 60's. There was a little museum with all this stuff we had to polish and maintain."

Now I was interested.

Dad had been a Major in the Australian Army, and had ended up on active service in Vietnam in the mid 60's. Dad ended up a bit screwed up as a result, because it was his job to get the men and materials to the destinations and to bring the bodies back. That hit him hard bringing his mates home that were full of life one minute and just a cold sack of meat the next, or worse, just tiny bits and pieces that used to be men.

I asked Denis where he served and it turned out to be Cyprus. Now for those that don't know, Cyprus was invaded by Turkey after World War Two and NATO became a peace keeping force acting as a buffer zone between the Greeks on the South and West and the Turks on the North and East. Peter's Dad was in the Parachute regiment out there too. So I talked a bit about Cyprus with him. Peter and I had recently come back from a holiday where a friend of ours had been married in Paphos. I did joke that it was a nice place to go on holiday.

Then he lifted his shirt up and turned to show me the right side of his back. There were little white scars on his side and back. I went and felt the little white ridges.

"What the hell happened there?" I enquired.

"Well if you are a copper in the Army, you aren't really liked. The guys have a few drinks and go off on a bender and the heat and booze leads to fighting. We come along and pick the drunks up and put them on a charge, and try to keep the peace. My mate Bob who was army through and through; well he taught me to wait until they had finished beating the crap out of each other, then pick them up and return them to base. We were on our way back one evening when we were pipe bombed by the locals. He took it on the driver side and in the face while I got hit in the back. The shrapnel tore up his face, but he still has two eyes and two hands and two feet and everything works.

Anyway he was an ugly bugger anyway," he laughed. "The bomb made him better looking. I was eighteen when that happened. I got better, and Cyprus calmed down a few years later, but there was still friction between everyone."

He was fiddling with the cuffs now, remembering. He tossed them back down on the table.

"There you go Emma. I can see the glint in your eyes. You are dying to try them out."

Well there was no embarrassment now, as Denis knew my secret, so I picked up the keys and unlocked the cuffs.

I put my wrists through the two holes. It was difficult putting trying to snap the lock shut though. Irish 8 cuffs have about an inch of space between the wrists, unlike normal handcuffs that have a small chain link between them. The cuffs are hinged at one side so you have to position your wrists just so to put them in the cuffs, then you have to keep dead still to try to attempt to close them. I was trying to twist my hand to grip the side to push them into a locked position but kept wriggling my wrist out of position.

The Chain cuffs are so much easier to put on, but I wasn't going to be defeated. I placed my wrists in the "8s" and with my fingers of my right hand keeping the cuffs level and as close to locking I could get, I pressed down on the side of the table and snapped them closed. My hands were finally locked palms together in front of my body.

That was when I noticed the subtle differences between the chain link cuffs and these beauties. Irish 8s are designed to keep the wrists closer together, which then forces the forearms closer together too. As they are designed as rigid cuffs the wrists don't have much movement to twist around. I picked up the keys and with a bit of difficulty and a lot of attempts I finally managed to cross my palm over the top of my other hand and guide the key into the lock of the cuffs. The key was fairly tight to twist in the lock but it finally turned and sprung open and I was out of the cuffs.

They felt fairly comfortable to wear but I was going to have to train myself to unlock them with my wrists behind my back before I was comfortable enough to play any self-bondage games with them.

"That was a good effort Emma, well done. But you would never be cuffed like that by a real copper."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well your wrists are palm to palm. We would make it more difficult by twisting your wrists so the palms were outwards, or we would stack your arms so your hands are facing the opposite directions. Or stack them and twist the palms too for real trouble makers. Here I'll show you."

Denis picked up the cuffs and stood over me and took my hands in front of me and gently placed my hands behind my back. "It's better to do this behind you." Then I felt the cuffs on my wrist and a firm twist of my hands so the backs of my hands were touching, then he snapped the cuffs closed. He placed the key in my hands. "Now try escaping."

My beautiful stainless steel cuffs had me bound "good and proper". I couldn't twist my wrists and my palms were facing away from each other, so my fingers and thumbs were also on the opposite side to the key lock.

"Sorry Denis, I can’t move. I submit." He took the key from my hand and unlocked the cuffs.

"You see how effective the little twist is. If you use chain cuffs the same way, the wrists will try to twist the palms together to be more comfortable, and this shortens the length of the chain so there is less wriggle room. Right. Hands in front of you this time. See if you can escape cuffed with stacked wrists."

Sitting, I put my hands out in front of me palm to palm. Denis took my right hand and placed it over my left forearm.

The cuffs were slid between the two and snapped in place. Then he handed me the key again.

Again I was stuck. The lock was above the wrist, with my palm facing away from the lock. I tried to twist my wrists to turn the palm up to the lock, but it was in vain. Again I had to admit my defeat. Denis had given me a very valuable lesson in the cuffs use though. If I put them on the wrong way i.e. not palm to palm there wasn’t any way I would be able to escape from them. This shocked me and yet it also thrilled me too.

"Right then Denis. When are you off to lunch with the boys? 12? 12:30?"

He nodded to me. “I am meeting them just before 1pm.”

"Right then you can do me a favour. I haven't had any tied up fun for ages.

I have broken the curfew and have been out getting drunk on rum punch. You are the military policeman that sees what a delinquent reprobate I am. I want you to cuff me and gag me and then come back and release me before you go to the pub, or sit here and have some more punch and put your feet up with the newspaper until it’s time to go."

"I can stay and drink your punch if you want to Emma, but are you sure? You will be cuffed for about two hours and these were designed to be worn for a short period before you are released into a jail cell."

"I haven't had any fun since you dropped in last time. I know how long it will be for, but I have never really been bound and gagged without any chance of release before. I want to know what it feels like to be really helpless." I pouted at him.

Denis sighed. "Okay, Emma. If it's what you really want. I am not letting you loose until I leave though! There won’t be any mercy from me either. I've heard it all before for six years in the army."

"Perfect." I got up with a big grin on my face, padded over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"I promise I won’t whine. I am going to the loo first though." I laughed. "I have only had one glass of punch too, so don't worry about me being drunk and getting ill."

I run upstairs to use the loo. When I had finished and washed my hands I padded off to the bedroom. If I was to be tied for two hours I wanted to make it fun for myself too. I searched around in my bedside table and pulled out the remote control Bullet vibrator I sometimes use. I found some new batteries in the drawer and put them in the vibrator and in the remote key fob that activated the Bullet. I pulled my Bikini bottoms aside and as I was already excited, I slipped the Bullet into my fanny easily. Then I straightened the bikini bottoms pulled out my bondage bag from under the bed.

I selected the rope I use for the crotch rope. It has the knot in exactly the right position. I looped it around the back of my waist pulled it through my legs and straight between the lips of my Vulva where the knot sat tightly against my clitoris. Then I tied this at the waist tightly so I couldn't wriggle the crotch rope off.

I skipped down the stairs and put the fob on the table in front of Denis. He looked up and noticed the tight crotch rope and the white knotted rope contrasting against my black bikini bottoms.

"Here. You are also in charge of this too. It's the vibrator remote control."

He looked up at me all agog.

"Give it here. It works like this." And I pressed the button and shrieked. The remote control was on its high setting, and I quickly pressed the button several times before it went through the programme of settings to the off position.

"That was a very enlightening demonstration you just gave me Emma. Now let’s try to keep you out of mischief then. Where do you want to do this? Here on the decking? You could get a bit sun burnt after a while."

"What about upstairs on my bed. The bedroom will be like the jail cell and if I am cuffed on the bed it will be more comfy than being on the patio."

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