High Security
Kathy Olson was waking up. She was somewhere between that semi-
dream state and fully conscious, aware of her husband's moving silently
around the bedroom and readying himself for the Friday before a three day
weekend. She rolled over and felt herself drifting back into a sound sleep
when he bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. This made her smile and
she opened her eyes enough to see Glen's face near her's and his hand
reaching out to move a curl of brunette hair away from her eye. "Good
morning Sweetie, I'm leaving now, have a good day." he whispered. Kathy
moved her arms out from under the thick green comforter and reached up for
him. In response he hugged her and their lips met in a much more passionate
kiss than that short peck he'd given her seconds earlier. "How'd you sleep?"
he asked when their lips parted. "Like a rock, sex is the greatest sleep aid
there is, and after the way you did me last night I don't think I moved all
night." she said as she yawned and stretched. " Yeah, it's amazing what a pair
of handcuffs and a ballgag will do for a good evening of screwing." he
offered, looking over at the nightstand to where the things she had worn the
evening before lay in a pile.
Kathy grinned up at him and looked up and back at the restraints she
had played host to for several hours the previous evening. "Does that mean if
you put those on me now that you'd fuck me again like you did last night?"
Glen reached over and picked up the handcuffs and waist chain and brought
them over to the bed. "I'll put them back on you but I've got to go to work,
you can wear them and pretend that I'm here." he teased. "Ok, lock me up."
she said holding her hands out to him but still laying on her side with her eyes
half closed. Glen snapped a cuff closed around her left wrist and she both
heard and felt it ratchet closed on her. He slid the transport chain under her
covers and by touch around her slender waist, finding the right size to make it
before running the elongated loop of steel through a chain link and snapping
the loose end of the chain encircling her to itself to keep it from dangling.
Kathy put her hands under the comforter and he had little difficulty passing
the open cuff through the keeper link then closing it around her right wrist,
snugging it to match it's mate. He reached over to the nightstand and picked
up a small ring of keys and with the pin on the end of one of them double
locked her cuffs then placed the keys back where he had taken them from.
"There you go Sweetie, you're back in restraints, just like last night and I have
to leave or I'm going to be late.
Kathy couldn't reach up to hug him again, her hands were now securely
linked to the Martin transport chain around her waist and held down as if she
was a dangerous criminal being transported by the police. Glen kissed her
again and she made a little whimper as she felt the passion growing between
them the longer the kiss lasted. She could feel the cuffs around her wrists and
the combination of her husband's kiss and her restraints started a fire in her
that would need attention real soon but it wouldn't be him that gave it the
attention it needed, "Kat, I've got to go, I'll call you later." with that Glen
stood up and looked back at his beautiful wife as he walked out of their
bedroom. "I love you." she said to him as he took one last look at her, still
laying, covered by the green quilted comforter up to her chin. "Love you."
was his reply as his face disappeared from her view.
Kathy tugged upwards against her cuffs and the chain around her waist,
lifting her hands as far as the restraints would allow and as all the times
before found that by lowering it, she could just reach her face with her finger
tips as she wiped at some sleep at the corner of her eye. She focused on the
security system keypad on the wall across from where she lay and listened for
any sound he made as he left. She twisted the cuff around her right wrist and
tested it's fit. Like always Glen knew just how tight to put those steel
bracelets on her so as to keep her from ever hoping to slip out of them but
loose enough that they didn't cause her any discomfort. She watched the
keypad intently and saw the indicator LED go from green to red as he
opened the door leading into the garage. The keypad displayed the green, safe
condition for a moment then back to red when he touched the button on the
wall that opened the big double car door. When the house was quiet like it
was in the mornings and if she listened carefully she could just discern the
low rumble of the door going up in it's tracks. She laid perfectly still,
watching the keypad and listening, "There he goes." she said aloud to the
empty bedroom as she heard the ever so soft thump of the door closing
against the garage floor and the confirmation of the green indicator coming
back up on the keypad.
Kathy rolled onto her back and moved her captive hands under her
covers, relishing the feel of the steel confining her free movements. The
handcuffs and chain had by now warmed to her body temperature and
provided her with their snug, inescapable vigil over her freedom. She loved
the feel of the cuffs on her wrists and the chain sliding around her torso made
chills up her back with the memory of those times when he was there to tease,
torment and pleasure her while she was similarly confined. She pulled at her
cuffs again and laid, eyes closed and recalled the previous evening when she
was his prisoner, him pounding away at her and she matching his powerful
thrusts, grunting and snorting into her gag as he brought them both to orgasm
several times over the course of the three or four hour session. Kathy rolled
her head and saw her gag right where he'd put it when he'd finally taken it out
just before they fell asleep, exhausted and wrapped together on the big bed.
She made an instinctive move to reach up for the ball and strap, momentarily
forgetting her cuffs but the action was halted almost before it began which
brought a satisfied little moan from the captive brunette. She actually wanted
to put the gag on but that would mean she would have to get up and out of the
bed to reach it and she was so comfortable. She nullified her immediate desire
with the memory of what her gag felt like and let her fingers find that part of
her that needed attention right then.
Kathy knew her vibrator was in the headboard cabinet but like the
ballgag would require that she get up from her comfy repose and she had
herself well on the way to a nice little orgasm without either so she continued
her quest and kept her fingers busy, listening to the clicking and jingles
produced by her cuffs and waist chain and making sweet, girl sounds of
pleasure as the goal she was after moved closer and closer to being reality.
Finally what she wanted, needed most at that time was rewarded her and she
squealed her delight at the lovely pulsing throbs that quaked her naked body
and left her breathing hard and with a light sheen of perspiration covering her
skin. "Oh boy, that was nice." she told herself as she let the rhythm of her
fingers slow to a soft, sensual massage of her clit and labia.
After a few minutes of enjoyment of her afterglow, Kathy rolled her
head over to see the clock on the nightstand and watched the digital display
click over to read, eight ten. "Ok, enough play time." she told herself, "It's
time to get up and going, you've got places to go and people to see." She
remembered that she and her friend Kerri were supposed to meet for lunch at
noon and she needed to go to the bank and stop off at the post office before
then. Reluctantly she kicked back the covers and with a little effort managed
to get into a siting position on the bed. She glanced down at her cuffs as she
made her way to the edge and the side rail then threw her legs out and over.
Their bed was a giant waterbed that sat atop a two-tier underdresser. That put
the top of the bed rails nearly a full yard off the floor and Kathy knew that
without the use of her hands to help maneuver herself over the edge she had
to 'walk' her butt over the ledge to hop down and off the bed. It took some
effort but in a few moments she was standing on the thick, white carpet and
she turned to reach down for the ring of keys laying on the nightstand. As she
picked them up she also saw the gag and just for a moment she wanted to put
it on then remembered her cuffs and knew that getting her gag off with them
linked to the waist chain was nearly impossible and that putting the ball in
and buckling the strap would be even more difficult with her limited reach.
Abandoning the gag idea she turned and headed for the bathroom and to take
care of her immediate need of relieving her full bladder.
As she walked past the big dresser with it's nearly full length dressing
mirror, she stopped and examined herself in it's surface. She moved her hands
and admired the way the shiny links of the chain contrasted with her summer
tanned skin and the gleaming steel cuffs around her wrists looked big and
implacable on her small hands. She liked the look of the loop of extra chain
that drooped down and over her right hip. She looked a little more closely at
the handcuffs then turned her attention to them instead of their reflected
image. Somehow the cuffs looked unfamiliar, she turned her hands to more
closely examine the steel manacles that now adorned her and tried to
remember if she had ever seen this particular pair before. They actually
looked not that much different from several of the others they owned with the
exception of the odd raised blister-like thing on the side of each cuff opposite
the keyhole. She eyed the keyhole and saw that it looked exactly like most of
the others with the exception of a couple of foreign cuffs and the old Darby
Hiatts that used the big screw bolt key. She gave the cuffs a quizzical
expression then continued on to the bathroom and took a seat on the toilet. As
she began to do what she came to do she selected one of the keys on the ring
she had brought with her and started to insert it into the hole in the side of her
left cuff. To her surprise she discovered that although the hole looked exactly
like those on the other cuffs the key would not go in. "What the hell?" she
said quietly as she tried another key, then another with the same results.
"What's going on here?" she asked the steel locked around her wrists as she
really took her first good look at them. "Smith & Wesson, M 104." she read
on the side of the frame of her right cuff. The model number didn't mean
anything to her but the brand name was familiar. They owned at least three
other sets of Smith & Wesson handcuffs and she was certain that they all
used the same key. Even the leg irons and those hinged cuffs that he was so
fond of seeing her in relied on the same, standard handcuff key to open them.
"So what the fuck is going on here?" she asked again as she tried the same
four keys on the ring again but still finding that not one of them would fit in
the hole on the side of the cuffs now confining her hands to the chain around
her waist.
"Glenn, you rat, what have you done?" she said with a half giggle in
her voice. Kathy finished her task on the commode and reached instinctively
for the tissue on the roller next to where she sat but that movement like most
others was stopped short by her cuffs and chain. She had to get up and kneel
next to the toilet to unroll enough tissue to take care of her needs and when
she was finished she flushed then hurried out of the bathroom and headed for
the downstairs to see if he had left the keys that would fit her cuffs on the
kitchen counter. Upon reaching the kitchen she found only a clean cup sitting
next to the still hot coffeepot as was his custom when he left the house before
she came down for her first cup of the day. Kathy looked for but did not find
anything that even remotely resembled a handcuff key. "Oh shit, that rat. he
got me in these and now I can't get them off, where did he put the keys?" The
captive spent the next fifteen minutes looking in all the places she thought he
might have hidden the keys that would free her but found nothing. She looked
at the phone and tried to guess whether he would be at his office by now or
still in his car on the way. It was with some effort but she managed to get the
phone up to her ear after she had dialed his car phone number. After the
customary six rings that stupid, recorded female voice came on telling her
that, "The party you are trying to reach is unavailable, please try your call
again later." "Oh fuck you." Kathy told the electronic voice and pushed the
button to disconnect from the line then dialed his office phone only to get
another automated female telling her that her husband wasn't in his office and
to leave a message. "Glenn, you're a rat,, call me, I've got plans for the day
and I can't get out of these cuffs." she said to his voice mail then hung up the
phone. She made an exasperated noise then went to pour herself a cup of
coffee.
Everything Kathy attempted to do was difficult with her restraints
keeping her hands confined at her waist. She did get her coffee then with
some twisting and pulling she was able to light her first cigarette and go sit in
the family room to wait for her husband to call her. As she sat she looked at
the cuffs around her wrists and tried to remember the last night's events. "I'm
sure these are the cuffs I wore last night, they were laying right where he put
them when he took them off before we went to sleep." but as she thought
about it in-depth, she realized that she couldn't be positive. Glen was up a full
hour before she awoke this morning and would have had ample time to switch
the cuffs by the bed. The only thing she was actually positive of was that she
had worn chain-linked cuffs the night before and not the hinged ones. He
never put her in hinged cuffs when some athletic sex might be involved, they
tended to bruise her wrists during any especially playful romps and the chain
cuffs were much more forgiving of her movements. Just which cuffs she'd
worn last night she didn't really know and for most of the first part of the
evening they had been behind her back and she didn't actually remember
seeing them, at least a good look at them, till this morning, after she was
locked in them and he was gone.
Kathy finished her cigarette and took a long sip of coffee before
leaving the family room and putting her cup back on the counter, walked
through the kitchen. "There's no use bringing my cup with me, I can't even
drink from it unless I'm sitting down." she thought as she made her way down
the basement steps to the playroom where they stored the majority of their
bondage toys. She didn't really expect to find the keys to her cuffs but she had
to look just to satisfy her curiosity. She approached the big, stand-up
wardrobe where the restraints were kept and pulling open the double doors
she looked at the key rack that contained the keys for all of their lockable
restraints. The rack was at about her eye level and it was easy to examine the
keys available for her inspection. To her chagrin the only handcuff keys there
were the standard ones that fit most of the cuffs they had and the odd-ball
ones for the foreign cuffs and antiques. 'Shit" she said as she closed the doors
and stood, looking around the room where they played their games and at the
wooden leg stocks that she had spent so many hours locked in as his prisoner.
"At least I'm not sitting in that with my legs locked up and spread, I can at
least walk around with these on." she said to the room, looking down at the
steel that held her prisoner.
Making her way back upstairs she looked at the wall clock in the
kitchen and realized that she had been handcuffed and alone for well over an
hour now and Glenn had not returned her call. She got a little worried, "He
should have been at the office by now, why hasn't he called me?" She dialed
his number again but the voice mail operator answered and started her speal
when Kathy hung up not giving the machine a chance to get it's entire
message out. "God, I hope nothing's happened." she said to herself as she
twisted her hands in their cuffs and tugged at the chain keeping them confined
at her waist. She tried to put her worries out of her mind and went back
upstairs to the bedroom and selected a pair of jeans from her closet. It took
her some time and some odd movements but she was finally successful at
getting the tight fitting blue denims up and snapped. "Ok, I've got pants on but
that's it, I sure as hell can't put a blouse or even a bra on like this." she spoke
to the mirror as she looked at the image of the helpless girl in it.
The captive walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to her
husband's home office. "Sometimes he has a pair of cuffs on his desk, maybe
he put the keys in here." she said hopefully as she started to explore the room.
On the desk was an open magazine and as she looked closely she saw it was
actually a catalog. A police equipment and supply catalog and it was open to
a page that displayed, of course, restraints. There was one of those small,
yellow sticky notes attached over one of the adds and she leaned down to
read his neat printing on it.
"Kat, these are what you're wearing, good luck getting out of them."
It took her a second but quickly, comprehension flooded over her face as she
lifted the sticky note and read the paragraph next to the picture of a pair of
handcuffs exactly like those now locked snuggly around her wrists.
"Recognizing the need for a high security handcuff, Smith & Wesson
has introduced the Model 104 cuffs for those special security needs. Utilizing
the same high quality you expect from S&W with the addition of a new
design lock that requires a special, non-standard key, the Model 104 fills the
need of a high security restraint when a standard cuff may not be sufficient.
These cuffs are nearly impossible to open without the special design key.
Available in nickel finish or stainless steel for marine environments."
"Shit, shit, Glenn, I'm going to,,, shit!" she said as she grabbed for the
phone on his desk. Just as her hand touched the device it rang which caused
her to jump. "Hello!" she almost yelled into the handset. "Hey, are we having
fun yet?" Glenn asked.
"You turd, you put these on me and let me think I could just let myself
out of them, where are the keys?" "Take it easy Sweetie, I'll tell you if you
say you love me first." her husband said, a little surprised that she sounded so
upset. Kathy realized that she was sounding pretty mad when she really
wasn't, she had been worried that something might have happened but she
really wasn't upset about being handcuffed. "I'm sorry Honey, I was just a
little concerned that you didn't call me and I thought something might have
happened, sorry, and I do love you." her voice had softened considerably as
she spoke. "So, how do you like your new cuffs?" he asked
"They're neat, but it was quite a shock when I couldn't get any of our
keys to work in them, you're really a rat, you know that don't you?" "Yeah, I
know, but it sure is fun thinking about you, home alone, locked up in those
cuffs and that transport chain, I should do that more often." he answered with
merriment in his voice. "So are you ready to get out of your restraints?" "
Yes, I'm meeting Kerri for lunch and I need to run some errands before
noon." she told him. " Kerri, huh? Humm, now there's an idea, you said that
she was curious about our games, why don't I call her and tell her where your
keys are and she can come over and let you out of your cuffs?" "Glenn,, don't
you even think about it, I'm not ready to let my best friend see me like this."
she looked at her cuffed wrists as she held the phone to her ear. She was
silent for a moment as she recalled the conversation she'd had with Kerri
about the bondage games she and Glenn played. It was after a couple of
margaritas and Kerri had asked what they had done on a recent overnight stay
at a fancy hotel. "Glenn handcuffed and gagged me and fucked my brains
out." had been her answer, suddenly realizing what she had said and
immediately sorry for the alcohol induced honesty. Kerri had stared at her for
a brief second before responding, "Oooo, sounds like fun. I've read about
those games but I've never tried it. What's it like, giving a guy that much
control over you?"
Kathy was embarrassed that she had revealed such an intimate detail of
her and her husband's private life but she grinned and said, "It's neat, you
should try it sometime." She steered the conversation away from the games,
not completely comfortable with Kerri knowing so much, and not sure if it
could harm their close relationship but as they parted company later that
evening Kerri had left her with saying, "I want to hear more about those
handcuffs."
Kathy thought about that parting remark before answering her
husband's comment. "I'll tell you what, you tell me where the keys are and if
the conversation comes up today between Kerri and me, I'll suggest that we
show her a little of what we do, how's that sound?" It didn't take Glenn long
to respond, "Ok, the thought of that little blond in some of your restraints
sounds like fun." he said. "You just want to see her boobs, and you think if
you get her in cuffs that you might get to." Kathy teased. "Ok, go look in your
CD holder, your keys are in it. I'll be home around six so I'll see you then, I
love you." Glen told his wife. "Six, I'll be here and I love you.
Kathy found the keys to her handcuffs right where Glen had said they
would be and within a few seconds she was free of her restraints and getting
dressed to leave the house for the day. She thought a lot about her offer of
maybe involving Kerri in their games and the more she studied the idea the
more attractive it sounded. By the time she was getting out of her car at the
restaurant where she was to meet her friend she was almost sure that it could
become a reality.
TO BE CONTINUED...........
