Short Series
Handcuffs for Beginners Part 1
Jane finds a solution for Anne’s problem.
Jane was enjoying a coffee with her neighbour, Anne, who was 20 years older but a close friend since they had moved in.
“So, how are you finding things since David retired?”
Anne looked downcast. “Well, it’s lovely, but after 30 years married to a busy orthopaedic surgeon, I thought I’d see more of him. He’s decorated and mended the kids’ houses, built a new shed for our friends, and has a list of jobs he’s planning to do for people. He can’t stop helping others, and he can’t stop putting in nails and screws. He’s so good at it that everyone seems to want him. By bedtime he’s quite exhausted, if you know what I mean”.
“Oh Goodness! I’m sorry, I was about to ask if you could send him round to mend my kitchen cupboard door. Don’t worry, I’ll get someone else”.
Anne laughed. “Really, it sounds like a little job, and you’re only next door. Expect him tomorrow”.
“Thanks! I’ll find a way to repay you, I promise”.
The next morning, David, a tall, handsome 62 year old, carried his tool box in to her kitchen, smiling. He liked Jane, in the way an older man might like his favourite niece. She looked him up and down as he worked. Jeans and jumper suited him better than the smart suits he used to wear. Favourite Uncle was not quite the way she was thinking at the moment. He fixed the door catch in twenty minutes, then accepted her offer of a coffee.
“Just one thing. While I make the coffee, could you have a quick look at these handcuffs? The locks have gone really stiff since I made Patrick wear them in the shower”.
Despite a career of controlling his emotions, his face momentarily betrayed his surprised fascination, before he set to work with a can of spray lubricant from his tool box. He worked the keys back and forth in the locks, wiped off the excess lubricant, and handed them to her.
“There you are, good as new”.
She held them up in front of her, looking at them thoughtfully.
“Are you sure? I’m wondering if I should perhaps test them?”
Her eyes moved to meet his gaze. He was blushing, shaking, and transfixed. Without a word she walked behind him and gently took one wrist, and then the other. Two well oiled clicks, and he was secured.
Beguiled by her calm authority, the implications didn’t hit him till it was too late. He panicked and pulled at the cuffs.
“Hey! Relax, you’ll hurt your wrists”.
He stopped struggling and looked at her, pleadingly. She poured the coffee and sat next to him, holding a mug to his lips so he could take a sip.
“Now then, handcuffs for beginners: We’re in the kitchen, both wearing jeans and jumpers. I can sit close without you being tempted to jump on me. I have your undivided attention for as long as I want to talk to you, or share cups of coffee with you, or whatever…. Oh, and if I ask you to promise me something, I can just sort of keep you there until you agree”.
David stammered and nodded, while Jane fed him some more coffee and gave him a minute to come to terms with his situation. She leaned over and raised the mug again. Her left breast brushed his right arm. He tugged again at the cuffs. His breathing deepened. More coffee, a firmer application of breast to arm, she glanced down and smiled at the size of the bulge in his jeans. He looked embarrassed and worried. He really was faithful to Anne, he told himself.
“Hey, don’t worry, I just need one quick promise. I want you to cancel whatever you were going to do this afternoon, and spend it with Anne in your bedroom. You can borrow the handcuffs if you think she’ll want to play with them.”
She held his gaze. He nodded his agreement. She smiled, took his arm, led him to the door, and unlocked one of his wrists before handing him the key and his tool box.
“Bye, David. Thank you for mending my cupboard”
She grabbed her phone and typed a quick message to her friend:
“Repayment is on its way. Your gift is huge and hard. Ask David about the toy I’ve lent him. Enjoy xx”
David stood outside the door of his house and hesitated. He looked down at his left wrist, and found himself shaking with excitement. Could he show Anne?
He pondered, and lost his nerve. He quickly unlocked his wrist and put the cuffs in his tool box, just as Anne opened the door.
He looked up, guilty, and then his jaw dropped. She looked amazing: black skirt, silk blouse, black hosiery, heels. He stared, speechless.
She giggled. “Well, I have to hold my own with our gorgeous young neighbour”.
Lunch was ready. They ate and chatted about mending cupboards before the conversation turned. “Jane mentioned she lent you a toy. Can I see it?”
She marvelled once more at his little boy guilty expression, and noticed his hands shake as he placed the handcuffs on the table in front of her, then finding his voice, explained that he had cancelled his afternoon plans and wondered if she would join him in the bedroom, and, just if the idea appealed, she could wear the handcuffs.
She gently questioned him about his plan, and marvelled as he stammered through every detail of his fantasy. She listened, and her smile broadened. He eventually ran out of words and looked at her, expecting her to be horrified. Instead, she met his gaze and tortured him with ten seconds of silence. Then she picked up the key, and slid it inside her bra, before slowly walking round behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders and her mouth next to his ear.
She spoke softly. “Darling, I’m so pleased you trusted me with your fantasy. I’d love to act it out with you. I just need to suggest one tiny variation”.
She paused to run her tongue against his ear then moved down to nibble his neck before speaking again.
“The thing is, I won’t be the one wearing the handcuffs. You’re going to wear them”.
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