High Security Part III
Sunday morning found Glen and Kathy Olson sitting on the floor of their family
room reading the morning paper. Kathy sat with her legs folded under her, the paper laid
out flat in front of where she sat. Glen leaned back against the sofa and held his section of
the paper up in front of himself. "There's a sale at the landscape place this week, we
should go order a load of rock for the edging." he suggested. "Mmmm hmmm." she
replied, obviously more interested in what she was reading. Glen looked up at her as she
raised her hand to take a puff from her cigarette. She noticed him looking at her and
grinned, "What?" she said. "I'm just thinking how beautiful you are, you're really a good
looking chick." he told her with a smile. "Yeah, you probably tell that to all the girls,
especially the ones with big boobs." she was making reference to the previous Friday night
and the events surrounding their sharing the evening with Kathy's best friend Kerri.
Glen smiled again with the memory of what the two women had done to him,
fooling him into thinking that Kerri was Kathy. At least he was fooled for several minutes
till he discovered that the girl he thought was his wife had instead of a perfectly shaved
crotch a thick bush of soft curls between her legs. "Are you thinking of Friday night?" he
asked. Kathy looked up at him and it was her turn to smile. She nodded as she too recalled
that evening of sex and discovery. Kerri was introduced to the games that she and Glen
played and like the proverbial duck taking to water, had obviously enjoyed the evening's
activities even more than Kathy had expected her to. "Kerri wants to join us again, she
said anytime, just give her a call and she'll be here." Kathy told him. "Well, that was sure a
lot of fun but we don't want to get into doing it too often, I'd rather keep it something
special we do, just occasionally, how do you feel?" he asked. "I agree, she told him, "but
with Kerri's flight schedule and mine, weekends together don't come around much
anyway. Of course, you could call her and see if she would like to come over when I'm on
a trip." Kathy offered, looking at him for a reaction. "No, thank you Mam, I'm not getting
into anything like that, that's a good way to loose friends and maybe destroy a marriage. I
know, I've been there and done that." She moved to hug him and kissed his face, "Thanks,
I'm glad you said that, I would still be ok with it if you wanted to but I like that you aren't
interested. I don't mind sharing you with Kerri but I'd prefer to be here when I do, even if
I'm handcuffed and gagged, I'd still like to be with you when you're with her. I will admit,
it was a real turn on watching you fuck her the other night. I got off just seeing you guys
doing that there in front of me. I couldn't even touch myself the way you had me cuffed
but I still had an orgasm from just the visual stimulation."
"Speaking of a turn on, I've been meaning to tell you how sexy it was Friday when
I knew you were here at home, alone and in handcuffs that you couldn't get out of. What
would you say if I wanted to do that to you for a full day?" he asked, his eyes still roaming
over the beautiful brunette who had been his wife for three years. "What, I'd be in cuffs
while you were at work and I wouldn't have the keys?" she asked, her smile evaporating.
"That's right, I'd put them on you before I leave, just like Friday, and you’ll have to wear
them all day, till I get home around six." he informed. Her eyes scanned his face then the
room surrounding them as she thought of the consequences of allowing such a thing to
happen. "Would I be able to get out of the cuffs if I wanted, I mean would you hide the
keys and tell me where they are if I called you and said I wanted loose?" "No way, I take
the keys with me, you won't have any options but to stay in cuffs, all day." Kathy bit
lightly at her lower lip, a thing she had picked up from Kerri, and grinned at her husband.
"Can I think about it and let you know?" she asked. "Sure, take your time, I was just
thinking that you don't fly again till Wednesday, it's only Sunday so you'd have Monday or
Tuesday to try it if you think it sounds like fun." Kathy grinned and stood up, reaching
down for his hand, "Come on babe, we've got yard work to do."
The rest of that Sunday was spent mowing, edging, pruning and trimming in the
big yard that the couple had made into a neighborhood show place and that was something
of a hobby for them. They were proud of their yard and spent much of the spring, summer
and fall months maintaining and improving it's appearance. Late that afternoon, after
showers and getting ready for dinner, Glen was sitting in a lounger on the back patio
tending to the charcoal fire in the grill when Kathy came out with two glasses of wine and
approached him. She put the glasses on the table next to where he sat then straddled him
and placed herself on his lap facing him. She leaned down, kissed him warmly then said,
"Ok." Glen looked up at her with a perplexed look, "Ok, what?" he asked. "Ok, you can
put me in handcuffs for the day." she said with a serious expression. "Ok." he said and
hugged her close to him, "I think you'll enjoy it." "Me too, actually, I've wondered about
you doing that, it's just that I haven't told you because I knew you would and I wasn't sure
it was a good idea but I've been thinking about it all day and I'm ready to try it" she bent
down and kissed him again then moving her lips from his whispered, "Handcuff me, make
me your prisoner for a day. You can do it tomorrow."
For the remainder of the evening the husband and wife anticipated the next
morning and what it would bring. Kathy spent the time in nervous contemplation of what
was in store for her. She had never spent the entire day alone in restraints and was
understandably apprehensive about the prospects. Glen on the other hand was going to
realize a fantasy that he had harbored for a long time. The previous Friday with Kathy
home alone in the high security handcuffs that she had no hope of escaping from had been
the prelude to the coming morning when he would again put her in some form of restraint
and leave her without any options but to wear whatever he chose to see on her for the
next nine or ten hours for there would be no hidden keys for her to find, all of her means
of escape would be safely tucked away in his briefcase that would be with him in his
office. The anticipation was fuel for a satisfying evening of lovemaking for the pair.
Monday morning dawned cool and drizzly, "A perfect day to stay indoors." Kathy
thought to herself as she parted the curtains in their bedroom and peered up at the leaden
sky. Glen was still in the shower and his mate was going through the restraints that they
kept in a drawer in the underdresser of their waterbed. "I'll bet he already has plans about
what he wants to put on me." she said to herself as she examined the collection of
handcuffs and chains stored handily for their bedtime games. She lifted out a pair of Smith
& Wesson chain linked cuffs and felt their weight. "These model 1s are neat but they're so
heavy." she thought as she experimentally slipped her hands into the closed cuffs. "But I
do like them, they're big but they're really comfortable to wear." The brunette looked
down at the oversized manacles laying loosely around her wrists then squeezed each cuff
closed to a snug but comfortable fit. She laid back on her pillow and raised her steel joined
hands out in front of her. She eyed the shiny bands of metal that she knew she could never
escape from without the proper keys and tugged outward against their short chain link
then twisted her hands opposite each other feeling the metal warm to her body
temperature. "These wouldn't be bad, I could wear them for the day, no problem." she
offered to the bedroom where she lay waiting for her husband to return from his morning
shower. She rolled over and looked down into the drawer again and with some difficulty
because of her cuffs managed to reach down and retrieve a set of legirons of the same
brand. "Maybe he'll chain my legs too." she thought, noisily locking the big cuffs closed
around her ankles then spreading her legs to the limits of the shackles now confining them.
She relished the way the sixteen inches of heavy chain jerked her movement to a halt long
before her legs reached their limit of travel in that direction. "Oh shit, why do I like that
feeling so much?" she asked herself as her fingers went instinctively to her crotch. As she
laid there gently massaging that most sensitive part of her anatomy she listened to the
clicking sounds produced by her handcuffs and felt the restrictions placed upon her hand
movements by them. "A girl shouldn't like to be locked up like this but I do, and I'm
married to a man that really gets off having me like this, what a perfect combination." she
whispered as the sweet sensations resulting from her attention to her puss began to make
her breath more heavily.
Glen chose that moment to return from his shower and immediately recognized his
wife's condition. "Oh no you don't," he said as he rushed toward her and pulled her hands
away from their task, holding tightly onto her handcuff chain to keep her fingers away
from where she wanted, needed them most at that moment. "You're not going to have any
fun for awhile." "Oh, Glen, please, I was so close." the prisoner wailed at the sudden
elimination of the wonderful feeling she was getting from her self induced stimulation.
"You'll get your chances to get yourself off later but not before I leave." he told her. still
holding her hands above her head. Kathy's fingers worked as she tugged downward
against the handcuff chain that he held firmly in his hand. "You're a beast, do you know
that?" she asked him playfully. "Yeah, I'm a real bastard, that's why I'm going to fix you up
in something you're not going to get out of till I get home tonight." he told her as he
reached into the toy drawer with his free hand as he continued to restrain her with his
other.
Kathy squealed, kicked and fought as he began to apply the restraints he'd chosen
for his wife to spend the day in. Glen was much too strong for her to fight and he had little
difficulty getting the transport chain around her waist and adjusted to a comfortable, albeit
unremovable fit just above the graceful flair of her hips. He'd flipped her over so she was
on her stomach and tossed an end of the bed's comforter over her head to keep her from
seeing the things he was taking from the drawer. Her voice muffled by the quilted
bedspread, she was asking what he was up to and continued to wiggle ineffectually under
his control as he selected another set of handcuffs and passed them through the keeper link
of the transport chain. He had positioned himself on the bed where he could control her
legs by placing one of his over them then with a handy key reached up and unlocked one
of the cuffs on her wrists but not before getting a good hold on both of them and before
she could react, pulled them down and back behind her to be locked in the set he had
placed on the waist chain. As soon as she realized his intentions she began to loudly
protest and even under the comforter he could hear her frantic words, "No, no, Glen, God
damn it, not behind my back, Christ, I won't even be able to eat or drink like this!" She
was pulling with all her strength against his but to no avail and in seconds she felt the new
cuffs close snuggly around her wrists and it was to her horror that she discovered that she
was now confined in hinged handcuffs rather than the infinitely more comfortable chain
linked variety. With his mate now securely cuffed he got up from the bed and grinned at
her attempts to throw off the heavy comforter and get into a sitting position, all the while
protesting wildly that she couldn't wear hinged cuffs behind her back all day. "Glen,
please, not like this, Jesus honey, I can't even get my panties down to pee cuffed like this."
she warned as she looked down and back in an effort to examine the cuffs that now held
her hands nearly out of her field of view. She tossed her long hair over her right shoulder
and looked down her left side only to moan out her frustration at being so ultimately and
inescapably restrained. She looked up at her husband with big sad eyes that spoke of her
concern. "Sweetie, you wouldn't really leave me alone like this would you.?" she raised her
joined hands behind her in the limits of the transport chain to emphasize her condition.
"What do you think?" he replied as he walked away from his struggling wife and began to
dress for a day of work.
Kathy's breasts heaved as her emotions ran from concern to downright fear. She
managed to get off the bed and stood next to it making another try to see the cuffs holding
her hands behind her. She again tossed her hair out of the way and drug the cuffs and
chain as far around to her side as the hinged feature of her manacles would allow. "What
cuffs are these, they're really tight?" she said as she got her first good look at the metal
locked on her. "They're new, you've never worn them before. I've been waiting for the
chance to get you in them and today seemed like a perfect opportunity." Glen opened a
drawer in his side of the dresser and tossed a small cardboard box on the bed next to
where she stood. "There's the box." he offered as he walked to the closet to select a shirt.
Kathy turned around and looked down at the container. She read the words
printed on the front then looked up at him. "These are female handcuffs? I didn't know
they made cuffs just for girls." She didn't recognize the brand name but she had no
problem with the words under it. "SIZED FOR FEMALES or SMALL WRISTED
PERSONS. MODEL # F-550 "they're brand new, the old Hiatt company made
some years ago that were called Lady Hiatts and they were designed for girls but these are
better. They're oval inside so you probably won't be able to turn your wrists in them and
they're shaped a little different from standard cuffs, you won't get out of them, I'm sure of
that." he told her as he stood in front of the dressing mirror tying his necktie and watching
her reflection in front of him. Kathy still was trying to see her restraints but he was right
about her not being able to turn her wrists inside the steel jaws of her new cuffs and he'd
cuffed her with her palms facing out so her ability to get her hands where she could see
them well was nearly denied her. "Glen, Sweetie," she took her first steps toward him as
she began to explore the position she now found herself in. Her legiron chain jingled softly
on the bedroom carpet. "Honey, I can't do anything like this, you're don't really expect me
to spend the whole day with these on do you?" Just as she reached where he stood he
walked away and out of the bedroom grinning at her as he stepped out of the door.
"Coming down to see me off?" "Glennnnnnn!" she wailed as she started after him, her
hands bouncing against her round bottom and her chains rattling noisily with her
movements.
Just as she reached the bedroom door he came back in confronting her before she
could exit the room. "You know, there is one more thing I think I want to see on you
before I leave." She was still fighting the strict position of her hands and begging him to
reconsider and didn't seem to care that she was being led back to the bed. Glen picked her
up and deposited his wife back down on the big waterbed then opening the toy drawer
under where she lay withdrew what he intended to put on her to further her ordeal. As
soon as she saw what he had she started to struggle to get away from him but in her
condition her efforts were minimal at best. "No! No! Glen for Christ's sake, I can't wear
those all day, I,,,Glen
"Her concerns stemed from her discovery that he intended to put something on her
that she had only worn a few times and not entirely successfully. Kathy was more than a
little adept at wearing high heels. At her husband's urgings she wore them at every
opportunity, even just around the house she was usually in heels. Not super high but shoes
with enough height to show off the curves of her calves and to give her that graceful walk
that high heeled footwear dictates for women. As a flight attendant she could not wear
heels at work but as soon as the plane was back on the ground and her duties complete
she would change from her airline appointed sensible shoes into a pair of three or four inch
pumps. Kathy was one of the few women left that actually liked the look and feel of the
high heels and Glen was more than a little appreciative of this fact. So much so that he
decided several months ago to fabricate for her, a pair of steel, lockable, impossible to
remove, high heeled stirrups.
He had devoted many hours to the task but once completed he presented her with
the fruits of his labor and she was duly impressed with his talents. Meticulously hand
crafted of stainless steel, they resembled a pair of pumps with a broad ankle strap. A tall,
six inch, gracefully curved heel jacked her small feet into near pirouette and dictated that
her steps would be short and dainty. The ankle straps were also of steel and of course
lockable and once applied Kathy could no more remove them than the legirons she now
wore. He had designed them to be worn alone or joined at the ankles by way of small 'd'
rings and a choice of a six or a fourteen inch chain of the same polished metal as the shoes.
The combination shoe / restraint could be considered a work of art by some and Kathy
was proud of her new toys but they were just that, toys, to be worn under certain
conditions. They, unlike their leather counterparts, were inflexible and therefore not the
most comfortable things to have locked on her feet. Kathy had worn them several times
but only on those occasions when they were involved in their games around the house.
She had never ventured out in them, she wasn't enough of an exhibitionist to be seen in
something so obviously kinky and she had not gained enough experience in them to be
proficient at walking , at least for more than a few steps at a time. The metal didn't allow
for normal foot movement within their confines so comfort was not one of their attributes.
They were beautiful though and Kathy loved them but she wasn't looking forward to the
prospect of having those tall, gleaming steel things locked on her for the next few hours
and tried to kick away from him as he began to apply them to her feet.
Her efforts went unrewarded, as he had done earlier it was a simple thing to lay
across her legs and hold them down as the metal footwear was put on. He held onto her
legiron chain and one handed was able to place the pumps on her, wrap the ankle strap
around her leg and snap a small padlock through the provided hasp on the insides of her
ankles. In nearly as much time as it takes to tell how he did it, Glen had the steel shoes on
and locked and was opening the legiron cuffs before freeing her from her face down
position on the bed. All the while Kathy had been squealing and yelling struggling under
him to keep from happening what was now finished. 'Ok Kat, there you go. Maybe after
today you'll have enough practice in those to try wearing them out to a restaurant one
night. I'd love to see the look on the faces of some of the guys out there when they see
those things on you."
As soon as he removed his weight from her legs, Kathy struggled into a sitting
position and kept up her verbal assault on his decision to confine her in the way he had.
"Glen,,,, now you listen to me, you can't possibly expect that you're going off and leaving
me here alone, locked up in these cuffs," she looked down and back toward the metal
things behind her back, " or these high heels. Damnit, Honey, do you realize how helpless
I am? I'm going to have trouble even getting downstairs like this and once I get there, I
can't do anything!" she wasn't joking, in her present condition she was very effectively
restrained and with absolutely no hope of escaping till he returned home sometime around
five thirty or six that evening. "Glen, I can't even get a drink of water like this let alone eat
anything or go the bathroom, shit, I'm not sure I could even get a door open to get out of
the house." there was desperation showing in her voice as she began the task of getting off
the bed again to follow him as he silently walked towards the bedroom door. As soon as
her feet hit the floor the feeling of confinement was reinforced by the tall heels that she
would have to contend with for the day. She got her balance and stepped off carefully
staying next to the bed for support as she moved past it."Glennnn!" she wailed after him as
he disappeared around the corner of the door frame and out of sight. "Glennnnn, stop,,,,
don't you dare leave me like this!" She yelled his name again as she heard him descending
the stairs.
Making her way unsteadily across the bedroom floor she reached the door and
stepped into the hallway at the top of the stairs. There was a banister railing just outside
the bedroom door and she reached it just in time to see him step onto the floor below and
walk around the corner glancing up at her with a satisfied smirk on his face. "Glen! you
bastard, you're not leaving me like this!" she yelled as she carefully stepped to the end of
the railing and looked down at the first four steps that would take her to a square landing
before descending the rest of the way to the first floor.
With her hands cuffed, palms out and so closely confined behind her she had some
trouble getting a good grip on the railing that angled down away from her. Turning her
back to it she twisted her wrists against the tight manacles and their hinged link and
grasped the polished wooden rail and took her first, sideways step down . "Glen! Get back
here!" she kept up her warnings as she took her second step wincing at the bite of the
cuffs that wouldn't easily allow for the angle necessary to keep a good hold on the railing.
Three more uncomfortable steps later and she stood triumphantly on the landing only to
loose her temporary confidence as she looked down the twenty or so steps that she had
yet to negotiate. The additional five inches of height her shoes afforded her made the
distance down look even more imposing and she gasped, her breasts heaving under the
physical and emotional stress.
"Glen! If you don't get back here and get me out of this,, I'm going to start
screaming!" she yelled at her unseen mate. In less than a moment he appeared at the
bottom of the stairs, looking up to where she stood on the landing he offered. "You know,
a ballgag would go nicely with that outfit you're wearing, or maybe a ring gag or a curb-
bit?" he made it sound like an offer. Kathy looked down wide eyed at his words and shook
her head. "Ok then, no screaming because you know I wouldn't have any problems putting
a gag on you right now." She did indeed know it, in her current state of restraint he could
essentially do anything he wanted and she would be powerless to stop him. "I won't
scream, but please don't leave me like this, look I can't even get down there, these cuffs
hurt." "Try sitting and coming down on your butt, I've got to go sweetie, have a fun day."
so saying he again disappeared from her view and brought another round of pleas and
protest from the captive.
Her words went unheeded and she heard the sound of the door into the garage
opening then closing which meant he was now out of the house. Kathy yelled his name
again and then taking his advice sat down on the carpeted landing and put her feet down
on the first step. She slid herself forward enough to reach one more step down then
moved her butt off the top step down onto the next. She didn't want to lean too far
forward which dictated that she let her rear thump down with the action. Buoyed by this
easy success she continued to make progress toward the floor below. Slide, thump, slide,
thump, her quest took on the appearance of a child's Slinky, making it's way down stairs.
With each thump her breasts jiggled with their firm resiliency and she moaned at her
awkward progress, her waist chain and handcuffs reporting each step with their own
metallic sounds.
Kathy stopped at the three quarter point down the steps and did in fact scream out
Glen's name as she heard the garage door rolling open by way of the electric lifting device
that had probably been activated by the remote attached to the sunvisor in his car. That
would mean he was in his car and would be backing out of the garage in a matter of
seconds. She screamed his name again then gasped as she heard the unmistakable sound of
the big double car door rolling closed. When it contacted the floor it made an audible thud
and the helpless girl knew she was now alone, a helplessly chained prisoner in her own
house and no way to extricate herself from the condition.
The pretty brunette sat on the fourth step up from the bottom leaning against the
wall and looked around her with a desperation that she had rarely felt . Sure, Glen had put
her into some fairly strict positions before, nearly suspended from the basement ceiling
beams in padded leather cuffs with only a tiny and wobbly pedestal to stand on. Knowing
that if she lost her balance she would be hanging by her wrist a full foot from the floor. Or
the time he had hog-tied her in the bathtub, a ballgag strapped in her mouth and the water
running, filling the tub and coming ever closer to her only means of breathing. It had been
frightening but he had always been right there with her and she had never at any time been
in any real danger. There had been any number of times when she had been subjected to
positions or methods that had compromised her comfort or abilities but he had never left
her alone for any length of time as helpless as she now found herself. As she sat there
resting from her arduous trek down the stairs she had to wonder if he would have in fact
gagged her if she had made good on her threat to start screaming. "Oh boy, a whole day
with a ballgag on, now that would have been no picnic." she told herself as she got into
position to continue her way down the last steps that would put her on the first floor of
their home. "Now what?" she asked as she thumped down to the last step.
Finally her feet touched the carpet at the bottom of the stairs and it was with some
effort she managed to get into a standing position. She worked her hands in the cuffs
questing for some relief from their tight grip and stepped off carefully toward the kitchen.
Three steps put her into the ceramic tiled hall and she was well aware that she would need
to exercise extreme caution on the slippery surface. Glen had told her he wanted to add
rubber soles to her steel shoes but that he also liked the noise they produced and that she
would just have to be careful when she was in them and off of any carpeted floor. The
smooth, polished stainless steel clicked loudly as she made her way slowly down the short
hall that would take her into the kitchen. When she arrived she saw immediately the three
insulated travel mugs set out on the kitchen counter. She approached them and saw that
each had a small yellow sticky note attached and a straw sticking out of the holes on each
lid. The first one said "Ice Water" the next "Orange Juice" and the third "Coffee" "Glen,,,
you rotten ass hole." she muttered as she bent over to take a sip from the mug containing
juice. She spread her legs slightly for stability as she drank, grateful that he hadn't elected
to chain her ankles together. She took several good swallows of the tangy liquid then
stood up and surveyed the area around her. "I know he didn't leave the keys here, if he had
he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of setting up this,,, this drinking station for me." she
said, vexed as she looked back at the three mugs.
Laying on the counter near where the refreshments were placed were her cigarettes
and lighter. There was a note with them also which she leaned over to read. "A great way
to quit smoking, handcuffs behind your back. Good luck lighting one." She read the words
and groaned her frustration. He was always trying to get her to quit smoking and this was
just a tease that he knew would frustrate her to no end. Having her smokes so handy but
without the ability to enjoy one. "Glen, you really are a turd." she said and turned away
from the temptation and heading for the bathroom just off the kitchen. Upon reaching the
room she found she could not reach high enough to flip the light switch and groaned
again, a thing she would find herself doing many more times in the next few hours. She
retrieved a twelve inch wooden rule from a kitchen drawer and used it to turn on the light
then turned to give herself a better view of the handcuffs in the wide mirror located over
the washbasin. "They're not like any of other ones we have," she said to the reflection,
"They're so damn small and close together. Oh shit, I wish I could turn my hands in."
wincing with the effort to twist her wrists inside the oddly shaped restraints.
Giving up on her attempt to rotate her hands she turned to face the commode.
"Ok, now how do I accomplish this little task?" she asked herself as she began to try to get
her panties down over her hips and relieve her bladder. She twisted her fingers as far in the
needed direction as she was able without hurting her wrists too much and was just
successful at hooking a long fingernail in the waist band of the satin bikinis and tugging
downward. Her action was only partly successful as she reached the end of the limits of
downward motion afforded by the snug waist chain and the panties were still too high to
be worked down by hip movements. She made another in a series of groans and looked
around her for something to assist in the task at hand and spied the doorknob.
Maneuvering close to it, mindful that she was still on a tiled floor she was able to snag the
waistband on the knob by bending her knees and getting the knob hooked on the panties
that she was holding out with her fingertips. She stood up and the door knob drug the
flimsy material down enough for them to slide down to her knees with a little help from
some sexy little hip and thigh actions. "I probably won't be able to get them back up again
but at least I can pee now." she told the room as she took a seat to do what she came to
do.
Finished with the bathroom visit she discovered that she had been correct in her
assumption that she would be unable to get her panties back up so she casually kicked
them off over the gleaming things locked on her feet and stepped out of the room now
completely nude except for the chain that encircled her waist, her handcuffs and shoes.
She stood and looked around her at the empty house and again questioned. "Now what?"
she answered herself by making her way back to the mugs and took the last of the juice
before moving to the one marked "Coffee." "He even remembered to put cream and sugar
in it, what a guy." she said after her first sip of the hot brew. The coffee made her want a
cigarette and she looked longingly at the flip top box and small gold lighter laying so
teasingly within reach. "There's no way Kat, give it up." she scolded herself and moved
away once again from her smokes and headed for the family room and the big soft sofa.
"I've got to get off my feet, these things are gonna kill me today." she said, looking down
at the steel pumps still locked snuggly where he has put them before leaving. She made
her noisy, slippery way across the tile of the breakfast room and finally back onto a carpet
when she entered the cozy den area.
Kathy took a seat on the sofa and looked around the room with the massive
fireplace that dominated one wall, the entertainment center and the rocker recliner. "What
am I going to do like this all day?" she asked the room as she tried for a comfortable
position for her cuffed hands. With her palms turned out and the handcuffs on the waist
chain she was more or less forced to have her elbows spread out behind her. She couldn't
just let her hands lay comfortably down against her butt but had to hold them up to keep
the incessant pressure off her wrists. The longer she was confined like that the more
uncomfortable the position became. She arched her back striving for some relief from the
stress in her back and shoulders and as she sat she began to ponder the next nine hours.
She glanced at the clock on the mantel and calculated that she was going to be like she
found herself now for a very long time and she was already reaching a point at which she
wasn't sure she could take it. Why would he choose to put her like this, he knows this is a
pretty severe position and these cuffs make it even worse than some of the others she'd
worn during their games? She thought about it and began to wonder if he had some
surprise up his sleeve. "He wouldn't just go off and leave me like this, it's just not like Glen
to do something to me that borders on cruelty. These cuffs are starting to hurt." She said
to herself as she sniffed and a small tear appeared in her eyes. She stiffened her back again
and tugged ineffectually against her cuffs. "Maybe he's planning on coming home early
today or maybe he didn't go to work at all and he'll be driving in any minute to let me out
of these things." she theorized, still moving her hands and shoulders in attempts to lessen
the discomfort. She thought about her guesses then the idea was dashed as she realized it
was Monday and Glen's job was notoriously hectic on Mondays. He was responsible for
five large buildings and the care and feeding of them could be a monumental task and
things always had a way of piling up on the weekends that would require his full attention
on the first day of the week. "There's no way he could take off today." she said in
dejection. She then thought that maybe his plan was a repeat of what he had done to her
the previous week, leaving her home alone in those high security handcuffs that she
couldn't unlock till he called her and revealed where he had hidden the keys. With this
thought came another unsettling one, "Even if I had the keys I don't think I can get out of
these things." she said as she tried to look back at the restraints confining her hands behind
her. She had examined the cuffs earlier in the mirror and didn't recall seeing the keyholes.
Kathy was well aware that if the keyholes in a pair of hinged handcuffs were facing her
arms instead of her hands that it was nearly impossible to get the key in without help.
Added to that was the fact that her palms were turned out and even with the keys in hand
she new perfectly well that she could never hope to unlock her cuffs and gain her freedom.
"Oh shit, I've got to look at them." she said as she got up from her seat and made her way
as fast as she dared back to the bathroom mirror. Her left foot slipped just as she rounded
the corner of the bathroom door and she nearly fell. "Easy Kat, it's a long way down and it
could hurt to fall cuffed up like this." she warned herself as she regained her balance and
turned her back to the mirror and raised her hands high enough to give her a view of the
things joining them..
Her response at seeing what she didn't want to see was another mournful groan.
The keyholes were not on the bottom sides of her cuffs and were quite probably on the
upper side or the side facing her arms and therefore out of sight and reach to their wearer.
"Damn you Glen!" she wailed at her discovery. This clenched it for her, there was no way
she could get those cuffs off unassisted, she was going to wear them for the entire day.
The helpless brunette walked over to the mugs and stood long enough to drink most of
the coffee. She glanced at the wall clock and down at the last mug, the one containing
water. "At this rate I'm going to get very thirsty by six o'clock."
The captive walked back to the den and resumed her seat on the sofa. "Maybe
some TV will distract me." she thought, but like everything else she'd tried since Glen had
cuffed her earlier that morning, getting the remote in her hand and selecting the button to
turn on the set was a challenge. She couldn't see the buttons and therefore had some
difficulty pushing the right one to activate the TV. Just as she finally hit the correct one,
the phone rang. Kathy made an instinctive movement to answer it when she realized that
she couldn't. She sat and looked at the device as it rang and then decided to get up and see
if the caller ID box would at least let her know who was calling. Just as she reached the
box the phone stopped ringing but the number was still displayed long enough for her to
see it was Glen's office phone. "You rat, did you really think I could pick up the phone, I
can't even get my damned panties back on." she told the device as if it were actually her
husband or that he could hear what she had to say through it. Kathy went back to her
place on the couch and feeling behind her picked up the TV's remote and began flipping
through channels. "Christ, one hundred and fifteen channels, you'd think daytime television
could offer something for a handcuffed girl to watch." she said in disgust and selected the
power button from memory and dropped the remote back on the cushion behind her.
"Oh damn, I want out of these things!" she nearly yelled at the empty house as she
tried again to find a position that would allow her some little respite from her
confinement's vigil over her freedom. Kat got up and walked back to the kitchen, took a
sip of the water and was just turning around to head for the upstairs when she heard the
noise made by the garage door going up. For a brief second she was elated, thinking it was
Glen coming home to free her when she remembered the phone call. "It can't be him, he
just called five minutes ago and it's a good half hour drive from his office. Oh shit, who's
coming in the house?"
Kathy felt panicked, there was no one else with a remote that would open their
garage door. If it opened, and she was certain of the sound, then a stranger now had
access to the house. She'd heard of burglars that had devices that would open electric
garage doors and would use them to gain entry into homes when they thought the owners
were away. What if a burglar entered now and found her like this, helpless to defend
herself or even dial the phone for help. Kathy couldn't even run and if she could, where
would she hide? She stood, breathless watching the door that led into the garage from her
vantage point in the kitchen and waited.
Part two
Kathy was holding her breath, afraid even to scream as she saw the door knob turn
and heard the click as the latch was released. the door was pulled outward slowly and a
blond head peered in, "Kat,,, Kathy, are you in here?" The handcuffed girl squealed with
delight when she recognized the hair and voice of her best friend Kerri. "Kerri, oh God,
Kerri am I glad it's you!" she said loudly as she started to make her way toward the
unexpected but welcome visitor. "Kat! Holy shit!" the blond said as she saw Kathy's nude
body approaching her from across the tiled floor. The noise from the steel shoes attracted
her attention next and turned it from the Brunette'd nakedness to the brightly polished
things adorning her feet. Kerri's eyes were wide with amazement as she surveyed the
outrageous sight of her friend in what was surely the most bizarre condition she had ever
seen a human before. "Kat, are you ok?" she asked when she couldn't think of anything
else to say. "I'm fine, it's just that I was afraid that it was a burglar coming in, I knew it
couldn't be Glen, he just called a few minutes ago and,,,,,,, how did you get an opener for
our garage?" In her excitement she hadn't given any thought as to how Kerri had gained
entry to their house. She stared at the blond in curious amazement awaiting a reply. Kerri
giggled and then told her that Glen had hidden the remote in the shrubbery just outside the
front door and had called her the night before to set up this joke. "He wanted to get you
back for that little thing we pulled on him last Friday and he let me in on it. He said he was
going to leave you in some form of restraint and let you think you were going to be in it
for the whole day." Kathy began to see everything clearly now. She had been sure he
wouldn't leave her alone in something he knew would most likely become too
uncomfortable to tolerate for the day but had led her to think that he had and even though
Kerri was here now, she was still locked in those tight handcuffs that were reaching the
painful stage. "Does that mean you have the keys for these things?" she queried, turning
around for her friend to see what was confining her hands behind her. In answer Kerri
produced a small key ring from her jeans and said, "These what you're looking for?"
"Ohhhh, thank Heavens, get me out of these, please!" When the blond didn't immediately
respond she turned her head to look at her, "Kerri, come on, unlock me, these cuffs are
starting to hurt." "Actually, I'm supposed to do something before I let you loose." she said
with merriment in her voice. "What, what are you talking about, what are you and him up
to? Kerri, I'm your friend, let me out of these handcuffs!" "Glen told me to put you in the
cell, what ever that means, do you guys actually have a jail cell here?" Kathy spun around
awkwardly in her heels and stared at Kerri. "He wants me in the cell, and he wants you to
put me there?" "That's what he told me, really, do you have a cell, a real cell, you didn't
show me that last week Kat."
Kathy stood in confused awe of the situation she found herself in. Her very best
friend had plotted with her husband against her and unless she went along with their plan it
looked like she wouldn't be getting out of her restraints anytime soon. "Kerr, I didn't want
you to think we were totally bonkers, showing you all of our restraints was enough for
one night. I was afraid that if you saw the cell that you'd think we'd gone off the deep end
and I'd loose you as a friend." Kerri stood, listening to her friend explain but she couldn't
take her eyes off the brunettes body, her waist chain and cuffs or those outrageous things
on her feet. Her eyes scanned the helpless female before she replied. "I wouldn't have
thought any such thing, God Kat, didn't I let you put me in those leg stocks and get fucked
by your husband? How could you think I'd believe you were crazy? So you really do have
a cell? Where is it? I want to see." she said still dangling the keys to Kathy's cuffs on her
index finger.
"Yes, it's downstairs, it was originally a wine cellar used by the previous owners of
the house and Glen converted it into a cell. If you'll let me loose, I'll show you." "Show me
first, Glen said you'd try to get out of those cuffs before I got you locked up but he gave
me strict orders, you're supposed to be in the cell before I let you out of these." she said,
touching the brunette's cuffs. "Strict orders, bull shit, Kerri, I want these off, now unlock
me!" Kathy was starting to loose patients with this whole thing and even though Kerri was
her closest friend she had had just about enough of the game that Glen and her had
apparently planned to include her in. Kerri could read her mood but stuck to her guns,
"Show me this cell, and I'll take those off." she said it sternly but with a hint of a tease in
her voice that let Kathy know that it was really just a game and after all, she did have it
coming for pulling that joke on Glen and fooling him into thinking he was with her when
in fact it was Kerri. But Kerri had been just as much to blame for that little charade but he
had elected to let her be in on his plans for revenge. 'That's not fair, you were in on that
too, why isn't he getting you back along with me?"
'You'll have to ask him sweetie, right now I need to get you locked in a cell, now if
you can walk down the stairs to the basement and show me where it is, I'll let you out of
those handcuffs. My, they do look uncomfortable, I'll bet you'd do just about anything to
get them off." she was teasing and obviously enjoying the power she had over her friend at
that moment. "You know, having someone in handcuffs really gives you a lot of control
doesn't it?" she asked as she took Kathy's arm and turned her towards the door to the
basement. Kathy groaned again, just another in that long, continuing series of groans she
had been making for the last hour and a half but let herself be propelled to what ever fate
the blond had in store for her. What choice did she have? "Oh, by the way, I love those
heels you're wearing but they look a little uncomfortable too, what are those, five, six
inches high?" "Six, and I want them off too." Kathy said as the pair reached the basement
door.
Moments later they reached the bottom of the stairs after a slow and careful
descent due to Kathy's footwear. At the floor below they turned right instead of left that
would have taken them back to the playroom where they had played the joke on Glen. The
floor in this area of the basement was not carpeted and Kathy's steel shoes were loud
against the cement under them. Just ahead was a standard wooden door which Kathy
instructed her friend to open. Upon entering she told Kerri where the light switch was and
as the room was illuminated The blond gasped at the sight of the steel barred door that
stood in front of them. "Kat, my God, it is a cell!" she exclaimed as she stepped to look
inside the tiny confinement that looked to be just a little larger than the walk-in closet in
her apartment. She turned to face Kathy, wide eyed and with a grin spreading across her
face. "You guys are into this even more than I thought, is it real, I mean if you're in there
can you get out?"
"It's real Ker, believe me, if you're locked in there you stay until that door is
unlocked. I know, I've tried to get out and it's impossible. The walls are concrete and the
door came from a real jail. once it's locked it's locked for good and you can't get it open.
Kerri continued to study the small area and pulled at the door which rolled back to allow
entry into the cell. "Jesus, there's even a toilet!" she said in wonder as she peeked in to see
the rear wall at the head of the low narrow cot. "Yeah, Glen installed that when he was
doing the door. It used to have only that big oak door but found this cell door at a scrap
metal yard. It came from the old city jail that they tore down a few years ago. Kerri, let
me out of the cuffs now, pleeease?" Kathy turned to offer her hands to the blond who was
still examining the tiny cubical.
"Ok, but you have to go in there first." "Kerrr-iiii, damn it, unlock these fucking
handcuffs, now!" "Not until you get in that cell." Kerri said and playfully tossed the key
ring onto the pillow of the cot at the far end and four steps away from the door. " Kerri,
you little,, I'm going to get you for this, some how, some way, I'm going to get you and
Glen back. I'm going in to get those keys, now don't close this door!" "Oooooo, I'm
scared, you talk pretty brave for a handcuffed girl that wants me to let her loose." the
blond was still enjoying her mastery over her friend. Kathy gave her a glare and stepped
into the cell and had taken just two steps toward the end of the cot where the keys had
landed when as she expected Kerri rolled the door closed which produced a solid "Clang"
as it met the frame and it's lock snapped shut effectively trapping the brunette behind it's
bars.
Kathy spun at the noise and made an addition to her collection of groans but went
on to retrieve the key ring. She had to turn and sit down on the cot and fumble blindly
behind her but was finally successful at getting the bits of metal in her fingers and with
some effort got back onto her feet for the short trip back to the cell door. "Ok, you got me
in here, now unlock these cuffs and get the door key, it's right over there on the wall."
Kerri reached in and took the keys for Kathy's handcuffs from her and turned her head in
the direction that she had indicated. "I don't see any key, there's a hook there but no key."
The brunette's eyes widened with Kerri's words. "You'd better be kidding, it's always
there!" she was sounding desperate," Kerri, tell me you're not serious, there isn't a big
brass key on that hook?" Kerri assured her that the hook was empty. "Kat, there must be
another key, don't you have an extra somewhere?" Kathy's shoulders sagged despite her
cuffed hands and waist chain with the realization that Glen had probably hidden or taken
the cell key with him in the expectation that she would go in the cell and that Kerri would
lock her in as directed. "No, there's only one key, Glen had it made when he found the
door." He'd obviously planned his revenge very well and certainly in advance of that day.
"Shit, ok, he's got me, now will you take these off?" She begged, again turning her back to
her friend and offering her the cuffs for removal.
Kerri's inexperience with the workings of handcuffs caused some delay but finally
the cuff on Kathy's left wrist fell open and the trapped girl swooned with the relief of being
able to move her hand and arm in ways that had been denied her for nearly two hours. As
she worked to free her friend Kerri asked, "Kat, are you really locked in there, you really
can't get out?" "I told you Ker, without that door key there is no way out of here, look
around on the floor, make sure he didn't just move it so we'd think it wasn't here" Kathy
answered as she rubbed her wrists and rotated her hands getting the circulation moving
again and relishing her freedom. Kerri did as she suggested and found nothing . The room
surrounding the cell was as void of objects as one would expect to find in a real jail.
Nothing for a prisoner to use as a tool or weapon and certainly no keys left carelessly
lying around . Kathy was now a prisoner, free of her handcuffs but locked behind steel
bars and her husband was the only one who knew where the key to the door was. 'That ass
hole, he's planned this, I know him, he knew exactly what he was doing and I fell right into
his trap, and you, you played right along with him so you're as much of an ass as he is."
Kathy told her friend only half serious. "Now is that any way to talk to the person that just
took your cuffs off for you, I could always put them back on you know." she returned the
friendly banter and held the manacles up to make her point. 'Fat chance blondie, you'll
have to get in here with me to even try to get those back on, and you can't get the door
open so that's not going to happen."
"I can get the door open." both girls jumped at the unexpected sound of a male
voice and Kerri spun around just in time to be grabbed by Glen as he inserted the key into
the cell door lock. She squealed and tried to break away but his strength was far too great
and he had little difficulty pushing her through the half open door and holding it so his
wife couldn't slip past. Kathy's slippery pumps kept her from making a good effort at
stopping him from getting Kerri into the cell with her and in a half moment he rolled the
door closed once again and again the loud 'Clang" announced that the trap had sprung and
he now had not one, but two prisoners.
"Now isn't that a pretty picture, two little pranksters, one a blond the other a
brunette, all locked up nice and snug in their little cell together?" Two female voices filled
the room with protests as he stood, grinning at the sight of the pair of inmates pulling and
tugging at the bars that kept them inside their tiny prison. "Glen, you bastard, let us out of
here!" wailed Kathy. "Glen, I helped you get her in here, why are you doing this to me,
come on, open this door!" Kerri whined as she put her face against the bars and peered
out at the man that had just taken away any freedoms she had. "You two had your fun last
week, now it's my turn. I've got to get back to the office so you girls have fun and I'll see
you around six. Oh, here Kat, you'll probably want these." he said as he slid her cigarettes
across the floor and her lighter followed close behind. They came to rest just outside the
bars of the door but within easy reach from inside the cell. He ignored the chorus of
squeals and yells from his prisoners as he closed the door of the outer room behind him
and left the two to what ever they could find to occupy the time till he returned some six
hours away.
After several minutes of continuous yells from the trapped duo they realized that
he was probably serious and had in fact left them locked in the cell together and wouldn't
return till much later in the evening. They grew quiet and stood at the bars looking out at
freedom just inches away. "Now what?" Kerri asked as her eyes scanned the blank walls
that surrounded her. 'Now we sit, unless you can think of a way to get this door open, we
sit, and wait for him to get home. She reached out through the bars and retrieved her
smokes and offered the blond one before lighting her first of the day. The two women sat
together on the cot and contemplated the steel bars that held them prisoner. "At least I
have clothes on." Kerri snickered as she made her first reference to her friend's nakedness.
"Yeah, but you don't have stainless steel shoes like mine." The two began to giggle which
turned into laughter that lasted for several moments. "We probably deserve this you
know?" Kerri said. "Yeah, we probably do,,, but wasn't it fun earning it?" Kathy replied as
she grinned at her cellmate.
