The Handcuffs · Part 1

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“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.

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.

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.

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

I said quietly.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“Very 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.

She 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……….

Handcuffs – Part II

Maxine had not asked for another domination which was unusual. She was highly motivated and said she needed these sessions to unwind. I was not aware of her job getting easier so there must be some other reason. I suspected that the handcuffs had something to do with it, but could not be certain. I decided to wait and see. Eventually, after several weeks she came out with it.

“Have you still got those handcuffs?” She asked suddenly, “Of course,” I replied, “they were quite expensive, it would be a shame to use them only once.”

“I see,” she said flatly, her voice betraying little emotion. “You want to use them now?”

I thought I detected a quiver in her voice. She held out her wrists.

“First take off your clothes.”

She hesitated only for a moment before disrobing provocatively.

“Wait there,” I told her. I returned brandishing the cuffs, plus our bag of goodies. Unknown to her I had removed the gag and placed it in my pocket. I threw the bag down and approached her. She put her hands out and I cuffed one of her wrists, there was a visible shiver. She now knew that once cuffed there was no escape until I released her. She closed her eyes. I took the opportunity to twirl her round and before she knew what was happening I had cuffed her hands behind her, not in front.

“No! Nnngffffm” The gag silenced her complaint. She took several steps away from me and turned. I am sure it was fear I saw in her wide eyes. There was nothing she could do. Her hands were locked behind her, her arms pulled back by the closeness of the hinged joint. It was as if I had bound her elbows as well. Her breasts jutted out from the forced posture. She was not struggling, that would fruitless knowing the handcuffs as she did, but her instincts were telling her to run. She was poised on the ball of her right foot, but there was nowhere to run, and besides I was not chasing her. I stood my ground calmly. I did not want to escalate things with a show of anger or even disapproval.

I just stood and watched her. Her breathing was laboured trying to inhale through her mouth as well as her nose. I hoped she would not hyperventilate, it might complicate things. Eventually she relaxed her stance.

“Come here,” I said quietly. I stood patiently. “You will submit to me.”

Our relationship was based on power. She was used to getting her way at work. I always stood my ground with her. We were equals in all things except when we played out these sexual games. Her submission to me was always reluctant, although she claimed she wanted to, her natural dominance prevented her from going through. It was a battle of wills, but not mine and hers, just her own private battle. This time I was going to insist.

“You know I will win,” I said my voice still low and soft, “You cannot escape and there is nowhere for you to run to. I am not going to chase you. You will come to me. Come on,” I encouraged, “you do not know what I have in mind.”

I watched her digest all the information. She really had no choice, but it was hard for her. Eventually she came before me. I tweaked a nipple. She gasped silently but did not pull away. I opened the bag and pulled several lengths of rope out. Her eyes followed me.

Maxine has never understood why I tie her breasts. Once her hands are held she seems to think that is enough. Today was a perfect example. With her hands in front of her she had been severely disabled, with them behind she was totally helpless, so any extra rope was not necessary, or so she thought. Nevertheless she stood meekly while I fussed about bunching her breasts. I then put a rope around her waist catching her cuffed wrists preventing even the smallest movement. I also made a firm crupper with suitable knots for stimulation. She could not complain and I felt her body tensing and relaxing as she fought with herself as much as the ropes that now hugged her. I made her kneel before rolling her onto her chest. Her movements were punctuated by muffled grunts.

Having got her on the floor I proceeded to tie each leg to it’s thigh. Once secure I lifted her back onto her knees. She squirmed uncomfortably as I crossed her ankles forcing her knees apart. She was now virtually immobile, only her head could move freely.

Maxine is fit. She works out at a gymn 3 times a week and swims on the other two mornings. Her muscles are strong and her capacity to bend or stretch is formidable. The position she was in was not easy. Her shoulders were forced back and her elbows were almost but not quite touching, I had supported them with rope, even though the handcuffs had forced them there anyway. I played with her for a bit, rubbing her nipples and exploring between her legs. I found her reassuringly damp. She moaned behind her gag. I stopped without allowing her the pleasure of release. Her disappointment was obvious. I saw her try and manipulate the crupper by pulling her hands, but there was no room for manoeuvre. There was a whimper of frustration. I waited for her to realise fully how she was positioned.

Maxine dislikes oral sex intently. She claims it is demeaning, which I suppose it is. It is also very pleasurable for me, when done properly. Maxine’s solution has been to not do it properly. I have tried various ways of encouraging her, all to no avail. She will not swallow, and she will not give me a smooth ride, either gripping too hard or opening too wide. This time I was going to be satisfied.

The gag I had purchased has interchangeable accessories. At present Maxine’s mouth was filled with a penis like rubber filling, an indication of what was to come, if she thought about it. What she may not have noticed was that the rim of the penis was a covered metal O that kept her mouth open even when the penis was removed, leaving her vulnerable to oral abuse. The other attachments included a breather gag allowing for long term use, and an inflatable one for severe punishment.

“Have you worked out what I want?” I asked patiently.

Her response was a combination of nods and shakes. She knew of course, but was going to refuse. She did not realise that there would be no choice.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” I told her. Her head shaking was more vigorous. I decided that I had had enough head shaking for one day and attached a short rope from the back of the gag to the rope around her breasts, now even her head was held, though not completely. She could tilt her head back, but sideways or down was now difficult. There was anger in her eyes and a defiance that I recognised.

“Perhaps I should leave you to reconsider?” I suggested.

The defiance was still there. I unclipped the penis and withdrew it. Her mouth stayed open and no force she could make would close it. I stood back in her eyesight and let her understand fully her predicament.

“If I take you now, you will have no choice, but it would be like fucking a milk bottle.” I pointed out. There was no reaction from her, except perhaps a slight look of concern. I decided to spell it out.

“If I have to use the gag I will replace the rubber penis until I am ready to try again. If you still refuse I will fuck you again, this time I will replace the penis with this” I brandished the inflatable gag. She did not seem to comprehend until I gave it a few puffs to start inflation. “And so it will continue until you submit.” I told her.

I am not an extraordinary man. My recovery rate is average, say twenty minutes for the first one, then thirty, then maybe nearer the hour. If she decided to resist she could be stuck for several hours with no hope of release. I let her digest fully the consequences.

“Once I have had a decent blow job I will release you from this position and we will see where we go from there. Of course if I am too tired we will have to leave you handcuffed all night.” I saw her eyes open wide. “I can also tease the hell out of you while I am waiting for the next try,” I said wickedly. “How do you fancy nipple torture?” She could not move her head, and despite having nothing inside her mouth her words were still unintelligible.

“Let me demonstrate,” I said pulling out a clothes peg.

Her nipples were swollen due to the pressure of the ropes around them. Maxine suddenly realised the significance of breast bondage. Her shriek was a little disconcerting. I did not leave the peg in place for long.

“So what’s it to be?”

Her answer was still unintelligible to I made it easy for her.

“Will you submit? Blink once for No and twice for yes.”

I watched her intently. She blinked once, then her eyes closed slowly.

“You refuse?”

A single blink “You agree?”

This time the double blink was more pronounced.

“If I am not satisfied, you will do it again,” I told her.

She shivered involuntarily. I removed the gag completely allowing, not only full speech but full head movement as well.

“You bastard.” She said quietly.

I smiled disarmingly. “I will allow you that one. Any more dissent and the gag goes back anyway.

I was going to just unzip my flies but decide she could wait a little longer. My disrobing was functional, and complete. I presented her with my semi erect penis. Her reluctance was obvious but her mouth was soft yet firm. She still had very limited movement so I moved my hips to encourage the stimulation. It was not going to take long. As I climaxed I rammed hard into her causing her to gag but my juices were inside her mouth. She might have dribbled a bit but I did see her swallow. She even tried to clean me up.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” I encouraged, my prick having shrivelled rather dramatically. She did not look convinced, her face showing distinct signs of distaste. I fetched her a glass of water which she accepted.

“Now what to do?” I mused. She could have said something but discretion is the better part of valour.

“It seems a shame to waste all my hard work, so….”

She looked at me quizzically. I rummaged in our bag and produced the bullet vibrator. “Your not….”

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