A present-day damsel in distress and her rescuer have nothing in common, but discover they’re very compatible in the bondage dungeon and in life.
Part 2 includes the following chapters:
Chapter 3 – Shackled and chained
Chapter 5 – Safe, sane, and consensual
Chapter 3 – Shackled and chained
As Alex was tidying up one day while Sean was at work, in a drawer she found a key attached to a fob made to look like a pair of handcuffs. She remembered the mysterious locked door and wondered if the two went together. She tried to open the door with the key, and discovered that her hunch was right. Based on the key fob, she’d expected that inside she’d find a closet with a few bondage items inside, or maybe guns or other weapons. But it was obviously much bigger than a closet, and she fumbled in the dark to find a light switch.
When she found and flipped on the light switch, she realized she was at the threshold of an entire bondage dungeon. Later, she’d realize this was the bonus room above a two-car garage, so it was much larger than a bedroom. There was quite the assortment of bondage gear, including large items like various tables and racks. Many items she couldn’t begin to guess how they were used. Alex’s heart began to beat rapidly in panic as she realized what Sean was into and apparently capable of doing to her.
But then after a brief moment, she began to calm down. Sean had never even hinted at any of this. He kept it out of sight and under lock and key. It was she who opened a locked door without permission and discovered something he obviously didn’t intend for her to know about. Sean had only ever been a perfect gentleman to her.
Curious, Alex tried on some of the restraints, being careful to not actually lock herself in any of them, and found herself becoming aroused. This confused her, and she didn’t know how to process it. After several minutes of this, she put everything back the way she found it and left the room, locking the door behind her. She returned the key to the drawer, putting it back under other items like she’d found it.
Alex didn’t say anything to Sean about what she’d discovered. She was trying to figure this all out in her head, but she was getting nowhere. She was also feeling rather guilty about uncovering Sean’s secret, and then keeping her discovery a secret. After a couple of days, she decided to confess to Sean and take whatever consequences were coming.
“Sean, there’s something that’s bothering me and I need to get off my chest,” she said to him.
“Go ahead,” he replied.
“The other day I found a key, and out of curiosity I tried it in that locked door upstairs,” she said. “I discovered your bondage room or dungeon or whatever it is. I had no business going in there, and I’m very sorry.”
“I know,” Sean acknowledged. “You left the light on. I could see it shining through the gap at the bottom of the door.” Alex was mortified to learn this, and it showed on her face. “But I’m glad you confessed to your crime without any prompting from me.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Alex asked, figuring she was deserving of some kind of punishment.
“I don’t know. What do you think I should do about it?” said Sean, answering her question with a question.
Alex wasn’t expecting that. He was suggesting that she should choose her own punishment. She quickly considered how to respond. Keeping in mind that she’d become aroused trying on the bondage gear, she suggested, “Maybe you should find a way to punish me using what’s in that room.”
“Maybe I should, now that you know about it anyway,” Sean replied. “Follow me.”
He led her back to the dungeon and opened the door with a key he had on his person. “Have you ever been in bondage before?” he asked.
“No,” she replied, truthfully. Trying on unlocked bondage gear wasn’t actually bondage.
“Are you prone to panic attacks or anxiety attacks or anything like that?”
“No.”
“Okay. We’re going to try something fairly tame since this is your first time,” Sean replied. “The first thing I need to teach you is what a safe word is and how to use it. If you’re complaining about your situation or asking me to remove the restraints, I’m just going to ignore you, or tell you to shut up, even if it seems like you’re freaking out about it. But if you’re truly in distress – either physically or mentally – and you really need me to release you, you must indicate that by saying the safe word, or making the safe sign, that we’ve both agreed to.
“The safe word should be a word that you can easily remember but wouldn’t ordinarily use in a setting like this. The safe sign is a gesture that you wouldn’t ordinarily make, which you can use if you can’t think of the safe word or you’re unable to speak for some reason. You can choose what those will be, or I’ll do it if you prefer.”
“Why don’t you choose for me this time?” Alex suggested.
“Okay, then, your safe word is ‘kangaroo’, and your safe sign will be to stomp your foot or rap you hand on something, three times quickly in either case. Like this,” said Sean as he smacked the palm of his hand three times on a table top. If you say the word ‘kangaroo’ or stomp your foot three times or rap your hand three times, I’ll release you, but it had better be for a very good reason. However, if you do any of those things without a good reason, I’m going to interpret that to mean that you don’t want to stay here anymore, and then I’ll expect you to pack your stuff and leave immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” replied Alex.
“Okay, then. As I said, I’ll make this fairly tame and we’ll see how it goes. I’m going to lock you in shackles and chains for 24 hours. You’ll be in bondage, but you’ll still have freedom of movement for the most part. Do you anticipate that being a problem for you?” Sean already knew the next day was her day off.
“No,” said Alex, already starting to feel aroused.
“Are these the clothes you want to wear for the next 24 hours? If not, now’s the time to go change, because once you’re locked in, you won’t be able to completely remove them or put anything else on.”
“I’ll just keep these on,” said Alex, her heart now racing from excitement.
“Okay, then, let’s find some shackles in your size,” Sean said. As petite as she was, he had to use the smallest ones he had. He proceeded to lock metal shackles onto her wrists and ankles using padlocks, and then chained her wrists to each other, her ankles to each other, and the wrist chain to the ankle chain.
“You okay?” asked Sean.
“Yes,” replied Alex. She was actually much better than okay, she was seriously horny now.
“While you’re chained, I expect you to continue to do all of your normal chores. Also, I’m going to work from home tomorrow so that I can monitor the situation and release you if need be,” Sean explained.
“I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. I’ll be fine,” Alex replied.
“I don’t doubt it,” said Sean. “But one of the rules of safe bondage is that the person in bondage should never be left alone. Granted, that’s more for situations where the person is immobilized where they couldn’t get out in case of a fire, or where their limbs are bound in a way where their circulation could be cut off. But since this is your first time in bondage, we’re going to strictly follow the safety protocols.”
It dawned on Alex that, although she thought Sean staying home was overkill, she couldn’t recall anyone ever caring that much about her personal safety before.
That night when she went to bed, Alex was still horny in the worst way. She desperately needed to orgasm, so she proceeded to touch herself. But when she did that, the chains made a rhythmic clanging sound. She tried to do it as quietly as possible, but she couldn’t stimulate herself sufficiently without the chains making noise. She decided that her need to get off was greater than her desire to be discreet, and she clanged away until she climaxed. While doing this, she was unable to stifle her moans of pleasure. Sean heard it all and smiled to himself. This girl really has potential, he thought. But he said nothing to Alex about hearing her. It was still too soon for that.
The next day, Alex went about picking up the house, dusting, vacuuming, doing laundry, and making dinner. The chains prevented her from lifting her hands much above her waist unless she sat and also lifted her feet. But she kept forgetting this, and every time she tried to reach for something higher than the chains permitted, she felt their resistance. She’d then have to get creative to figure out another way to accomplish whatever she was trying to do. Sometimes she’d use her mouth, or her nose, or her chin and shoulder. Sometimes she’d sit on a high stool and lift both her feet and her hands together. Feeling the resistance of the chains and having to work within their limitations kept her constantly aroused the entire day.
To Sean’s surprise, Alex never complained or showed any signs of frustration. In fact, whenever he looked at her, she had a smile of contentment on her face. At the dinner table, though, she struggled to keep her feet high enough so that she could raise the fork to her mouth. After a few attempts, Sean told her, “Stop. Put down the fork, and put your feet on the floor and keep them there.” Alex complied and looked at him expectantly. Sean then took her fork, scooped some food onto it, and held it up to her mouth. She opened her mouth, and he put the forkful of food into it. She closed her lips around the fork as he pulled it back out of her mouth, and she chewed and swallowed the food.
God, this is so hot, she thought to herself as he proceeded to lovingly and tenderly feed her the rest of her meal. It was a very intimate experience for both of them.
After dinner, Sean looked at the time on his phone and told her, “Your 24 hours are up, Alex. I’ll unlock you now.”
“Awww… Do you have to?” she asked, sounding very disappointed.
“Yeah, I’m afraid so,” he replied as he unlocked the various padlocks. “But let’s talk about it. What did you think of your first time in bondage? I gather that it was a positive experience.”
“I know it was supposed to be a punishment,” Alex replied, “but you can punish me like that anytime, with or without a reason. I can’t believe how incredibly erotic it was. I was nonstop horny the entire time. I still am. And then when you started feeding me tonight at dinner, I thought I was going to cum just sitting there. I never understood why someone would want to be put in bondage before. Now I can’t wait to do it again! I had no idea!”
“Well, I’m really glad you enjoyed it, Alex. Not everyone does. As you know, I have a whole room full of bondage devices and gear that you can try and experiment with. But, you may only do it under my supervision. This is not negotiable. Bondage can be dangerous, and especially as a novice, you need a spotter to make sure you’re safe. Understood?”
Alex was a bit disappointed that she couldn’t play with the gear on her own, but at least he wasn’t saying she couldn’t play with it at all. “I understand,” she said.
“Now, I want you to bring me the key that you found. And from now on, if you find any other keys, you are not to try to see what they go to. You are to bring them to me and tell me where you found them, and do nothing else with them. I’m not kidding about this.”
“Okay,” replied Alex. “I won’t do anything with strange keys except give them to you. But that’s based on the understanding that you’ll still punish me even if I haven’t been bad,” she said as she winked at him.
That night, both Alex and Sean lay awake in their respective beds, thinking about each other. It was becoming increasingly difficult for each of them to pretend that they didn’t have feelings for the other. However, their whole relationship had been built on them not having feelings for each other. If that foundation were removed, could the relationship stand on its own? Besides, the stakes were higher now that they were living under the same roof and Alex had nowhere else to go. Life sure could get complicated.
Chapter 4 – Evolving
The next time the two of them both had a free evening, Alex asked Sean something that she’d been wondering. “Sean, you have that whole room full of bondage stuff, but I’ve never heard you talk about being involved with anyone. Did you buy it in anticipation that you’d someday have someone to enjoy it with, or were you actually using it at some point?”
Sean swallowed hard. He’d been dreading this moment, and he didn’t know how he could possibly explain it in a way that wouldn’t make Alex feel guilty. He decided to answer her question without providing any more information than she’d asked for. “I was actually using it with someone,” he admitted.
Alex was expecting a more substantial response than that. She got the hint that he was reluctant to talk about it, but she wanted to know more. “Care to elaborate?” she asked.
“I was in a relationship that didn’t work out,” he offered.
“I figured as much,” Alex replied. What she really wanted to say, though, was Thank you, Captain Obvious! She decided not to press the issue any further. Neither of them said anything for a while, but Sean was wrestling with whether to say more. After a bit, he realized he needed to.
“This is difficult to tell you,” he finally said, “and the last thing I want is for you to take it the wrong way, so please, hear me out before you respond.
“I was still in that relationship when you and I first met that night. But it had long been stagnant, and at that point, it was probably already irreparably damaged. We were still together more due to each of us being too lazy to initiate a break-up, rather than due to love or commitment or any hope that we could work things out.
“When I started taking you to work, it became yet another point of contention between us. One of many. But it was the last straw for her, and her making such an issue of it became the last straw for me. What I need you to understand, though, is that you were not the cause of us breaking up. If anything, you were the motivation for us to finally put a dying relationship out of its misery. I have you to thank for that, and I mean that in the best way possible.”
That confession hit Alex like a ton of bricks, and she struggled to process it. She didn’t say anything for several minutes. Finally, she asked, “Did you have feelings for me back then?” To Alex, the answer to that question mattered a great deal.
Sean tried to carefully word his answer; he realized the significance of the question, but he didn’t have a clue which answer was the ‘right’ one or which was the ‘wrong’ one in Alex’s mind. Regardless, he was determined to be completely honest with her.
“My intentions toward you were completely honorable. There was nothing more than met the eye; I was only trying to be helpful towards someone who clearly needed help, and nothing more. Not just when I scared off that guy chasing you, but all the rides to work after that, too. Even when you moved in here, that was still the case.”
“So no feelings, then?” Alex asked to clarify.
“No feelings. I didn’t even know if you were over 18 at first, so I had to assume you weren’t.”
To Alex, that was the right answer. She would have had a hard time believing that she wasn’t the cause of Sean’s breakup if he’d had feelings for her at the time. However, she picked up on something Sean might not have even realized he said. He’d said, Even when you moved in here, that was still the case. ‘That’, referring to his intentions being honorable. But he’d said it in the past tense, as if it were no longer true.
“And what about now?” she asked.
Sean realized answering this question was even more fraught with peril that the previous one, but he couldn’t lie to her.
“Now, it’s getting complicated,” he admitted.
“Yes, it is,” she agreed. Sean sure wasn’t expecting that. She was feeling it too, and she just acknowledged it to him. But neither of them dared to say anything more about it.
After that, the two continued to pretend that they were still in a purely platonic relationship because neither of them knew what else to do, but they both knew better than that now. The sexual tension between them was undeniable. This continued for some weeks.
Even this weird thing they had was deeply satisfying to both of them, which had a lot to do with why neither was making any moves to take it to the next level, for fear of messing up something really good. They both took a great deal of satisfaction in taking care of each other, in quite different but complementary ways. Alex loved to cook and clean for Sean and he loved that she was willing to do it. Sean loved being Alex’s chauffeur, protector, provider, and mentor, and she loved that he was willing to be those things for her.
Sean refused to accept any rent from Alex, and always insisted on paying her back anytime she spent money for their meals or for cleaning supplies or whatever else. He told her that what she did for him and for keeping up the house was more than enough payment for occupying his guest room.
One evening while having dinner together, Alex said to Sean, “You know, you’ve never invited me back to your dungeon after that one time. I was really hoping it would become a more regular thing.”
“You’re right; I haven’t,” he conceded. “I guess I’m afraid of things getting more complicated between us. I’m enjoying what we already have and don’t want to screw it up.”
“’Complicated’ isn’t necessarily a bad thing, you know,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied, “but it very well could be.”
“That’s a chance worth taking, I think,” Alex said. “I know I want this thing we have to evolve, to grow. I get the sense that you do, too. But we don’t know how to do it, so we keep doing what we’ve always done, pretending that what we’re both feeling isn’t there. We can’t keep that up forever; I don’t think it’s healthy.
“What if we were to do this:” she suggested. “What if we made a pact, at least for now, that what happens in the dungeon stays in the dungeon. Let’s experiment and explore our feelings in there, but continue to keep everything the same when we’re not in there. That way, if it starts getting weird, we’ll just stop going to the dungeon until we figure it out, but we won’t have to change anything otherwise, because we never changed it in the first place.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” agreed Sean.
“So, if you’re agreeable, why don’t we start by just taking me on a tour of the dungeon? Explain to me what each piece of equipment and each device is used for.”
“Okay, we can do that, at least,” Sean conceded. So they went to the dungeon and did what Alex had suggested. Alex positioned herself on some of the racks and tables to get a sense of what it would feel like to actually be bound on them. She tried on the various collars and other restraints such as the metal yoke and spreader bar, again without actually being locked in.
When they got to the St. Andrew’s cross, Alex said, “I want you to put me on that. I mean, locked on.” Sean was agreeable and did what she requested. As she’d anticipated, she immediately became very horny being completely at Sean’s mercy. “Now kiss me,” she said.
“Are you sure you want our first kiss to be when you’re locked onto a bondage rack in a dungeon?” Sean asked her. She emphatically replied that she did, so he kissed her tenderly and briefly on the lips.
“More,” Alex told him, and so he kissed her a second time, longer, but still with closed lips. She still wasn’t satisfied. “Sean, what kind of a lame kiss was that? Kiss me like you mean it, like you really want to. Don’t hold back.” This time, Alex got the kiss that she wanted, and she gave it as much as she received it. That one kiss lasted for a good five minutes before they came up for air. “That’s the kind of kiss I was talking about,” she said to him, and they resumed kissing for a good long while.
Finally, when they’d both had their fill, she said, “That was really nice. Thank you for that.”
“Now what?” he asked her.
“I’d just like to stay here for a while and savor the moment, if you don’t mind,” she replied, still shackled to the cross. With her legs spread wide as they were, if she weren’t still wearing clothes, there would have been a puddle underneath her on the floor.
After a while she said, “On my days off work, at least on days where I don’t have to get groceries or go anywhere else, I’d like you to start putting me in shackles and chains again. Maybe not the same way every time, though. I really liked having them on, and I enjoyed having to figure out how to do what I wanted to do within the limits of the restraints. But you really don’t have to stay home from work on those days. I’ll be fine on my own, I promise.
“What’s that thing over there?” she asked. “The freestanding metal pole that only comes up about waist high.” They hadn’t yet gotten all the way around the room on their tour.
“That’s the one bar prison,” he replied.
Alex looked skeptical. “How’s it work?”
“I lower you onto it, or I slide it up you, and then you’re impaled and can’t escape. It telescopes, so the height can be adjusted.”
“Couldn’t I just stand on my tiptoes, or lift one leg high to get off of it?”
“Not if it’s done right. You really need to be wearing very high heels, so you’ll already be on your tiptoes. To make it extra secure, I could chain your ankles together so you couldn’t lift one leg. Also, the end of the thing can be removed and replaced with a dildo or vibrator.”
“I’m going to have to try that sometime,” Alex said in response.
“We’re going to have to get you some high heels, then.” Alex smiled. She’d never owned or even worn high heels before.
Sean then unlocked Alex from the cross, and they resumed their tour of the room. When they got to the door, just before they left the room, Alex reached up, wrapped her arms around Sean, and started kissing him again. After another passionate kiss lasting several minutes, Sean asked, “What was that for?”
“That was for us to remember until next time,” she explained. “No kissing or hugging once we leave this room, remember?”
Chapter 5 – Safe, sane, and consensual
As they’d agreed, the two acted like nothing had happened once they left the dungeon. However, they both knew better, and so the sexual tension between them was thicker than ever. It almost felt like they were having an affair or a forbidden workplace romance, where they had to keep it secret. But really, they were only keeping it secret from themselves.
Alex’s next day off was a Sunday, when Sean would be home anyway. She again asked to be put in bondage where she had freedom of movement, and Sean was agreeable. First, he had her change into flip-flops, which she could readily slip off. This time he handcuffed her behind her back and locked a thick leather collar around her neck, which had a two foot (60 cm) length of chain hanging from the ring on front.
He explained his motives for this set-up. “Last time, I heard you pleasuring yourself while you were chained. That’s not allowed. I didn’t make an issue of it because I hadn’t told you that rule, but I am now. When you’re bound, you’re not allowed to touch yourself, except when using the bathroom, and then, only as much as necessary. Therefore, this time, I’ve positioned your hands where you can’t reach yourself. If you have to go to the bathroom, you’ll have to let me know so I can release your hands. When you’re done, I’ll put them back the way they are.”
“When your shoulders start hurting, and they will, let me know, and I’ll restrain your hands a different way. I had you wear flip-flops because you might want to use your feet for some tasks since your hands aren’t available. That’s up to you, though.”
“Let’s agree on an end time. You’ll be restrained, one way or another, until that time unless you use the safe word or safe signal. But since this is voluntary bondage, not punishment, there’ll be no repercussions if you do use it. Do you remember the safe word and safe signal, and do you want to use those again or something else?”
“Kangaroo, or three stomps or smacks, and yes, we can use those again. For an end time, how about 7 am tomorrow?”
“Okay, but you’re not going to last that long with your arms behind your back.”
“Let me be the judge of that,” Alex replied. She was determined to try.
Once again, being bound was sexually arousing for Alex, but it was a bit different this time. She wished she were naked. She knew she couldn’t be, yet, based on where she and Sean were in their relationship or whatever one wanted to call it. But she still wished she could be; it would add to her sense of vulnerability, which would increase her level of arousal. On the other hand, she very much appreciated the collar with the chain attached to it; that would enable Sean to lead her around by the chain at will if he chose to.
Alex found it a lot more challenging to do much with her hands cuffed behind her back, but if it were easy, it wouldn’t be much fun. She decided to try dusting and vacuuming the house. She could dust any number of ways, depending on the height of the thing to be dusted. She could use her mouth, nose, or chin to push around a dust cloth for high surfaces; she could use her hands behind her back for medium-height surfaces, and she could use her feet for low surfaces such as the coffee table. She just had to be careful not to knock anything over, especially anything breakable.
Once she started actually dusting, she became much more aroused. She imagined herself permanently restrained this way, or as a double arm amputee, where she’d have no choice but to become proficient doing tasks without the use of arms or hands. Because of this, she was determined to do a thorough job, rather than just going through the motions. For the same reason, she was determined to not let a little shoulder pain stop her from lasting until 7 am this way. After all, she would get periodic breaks when she had to go to the bathroom.
Vacuuming was awkward but not too difficult. She could either do it behind her back using her hands, or by holding the handle between her chin and shoulder. But she was getting a real workout; it was a lot more strenuous doing this the hard way.
Next, she tried doing laundry. Alex didn’t have many clothes, and so she had to do her laundry at least weekly. She’d also throw in anything Sean had put in his dirty clothes hamper. She pushed her clothes basket into Sean’s room with her foot, tipped over Sean’s hamper, pulled his clothes out of it with her feet while sitting on his bed and added them to her basket, then pushed her basket into the laundry room. Next she brought a high stool from the kitchen to the laundry room by holding it with her hands behind her back and dragging it. Then she sat on the stool, and lifted each article of clothing out of the basket and into the top load washing machine with her feet. She was able to reach the dials and knobs with her feet and set them to where she wanted.
Struggling to do simple chores due to her restraints was making her seriously horny. She wasn’t frustrated by the challenges; she was energized by them. This was a lot more fun than doing chores the ordinary way, even if it was much slower and more strenuous. But she was now stymied. She had no idea how she was going to get the liquid laundry detergent poured from the jug to the measuring cup and then into the machine without making a huge mess.
She went and found Sean. “Sean, could I impose on you for a minute? I need help getting the laundry soap into the washing machine.”
Sean paused the video game he was playing and looked up at Alex, standing there with her hands cuffed behind her back and wearing the collar with the chain. He hadn’t really been paying attention to what she’d been doing, but he was aware she’d been keeping herself busy doing chores. “What have you done so far today?” he asked her.
“I’ve dusted and vacuumed the house, and I have the first load of laundry all ready to go except for the soap. I’m afraid if I try to do that myself I’ll just make a huge mess.”
“And the only thing you’ve needed help with is the soap?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered tentatively, not sure where he was going with his questioning.
“That’s frankly pretty amazing, Alex. How are your shoulders holding up?”
“They’re not too bad,” she replied. She shrugged them and wiggled them around as she said this.
“Okay, let’s go see what you’ve got,” Sean said as he got up and headed for the laundry room, with Alex right behind him. “Explain the problem to me,” he said.
“The soap is in this huge jug. The cap to it is the measuring cup. I can probably get the cap off if it’s not too tight, but I can’t see any way to tip the jug without spilling it, let alone hold the cap under the spout and be able to see when it’s up to the line.”
“Yeah, I see that now,” Sean replied. “They certainly didn’t design this for someone who can’t use her arms and hands. I don’t see any solution, either.”
“That’s why I came to you for help,” Alex said. “I mean, help pouring the soap. If you would do that, I can handle the rest.”
“Okay, sure. But the next time you’re in the grocery store, see if there’s some other kind of laundry detergent that you could manage with your hands behind your back. Maybe those little pod things or something. This probably isn’t going to be the last time you’ll have this problem.” Sean then poured the soap into the cap and then into the washer.
“Thank you, Sean,” she said with a smile.
“Do you have a plan for making dinner?” he asked her.
“I’m thinking this is going to have to be a frozen pizza night,” she replied. “I don’t have the dexterity in my feet or the ability to work behind my back to be able to do much else. I’ll need you to take it out of the oven, though.”
“Fair enough,” he replied, “but you might consider working on that – the dexterity thing. You could practice any time, not just when you’re bound.”
Sean returned to his video game, and Alex considered what he’d said. He made it sound like she’d have to get by without using her hands on a regular basis. That was exciting and frightening at the same time.
At dinner, she asked him about it as he fed her once again. “I wasn’t implying I was going to bind you against your will,” he explained. “I would never do that. Bondage is always supposed to be safe, sane, and consensual. Remember those three words: safe, sane, and consensual. You be sure to tell me if you ever think it’s not all three. I really mean that. But anyway, I was just picking up on the fact that you seem to enjoy being in bondage as you go about your normal routine, that’s all.”
Alex breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that. Then he said, “Speaking of safe and sane, as soon as we’re done eating, I’m going to remove the handcuffs and give your shoulders a break for a spell. I honestly didn’t think you’d last this long.”
Alex was going to ask him to do that anyway; she’d been holding her bladder, but she couldn’t hold out much longer. But she said to him, “Please don’t remove them, Sean. Just move them to the front for a while.”
“Okay, fair enough,” he said agreeably.
Alex insisted on spending the night with her hands cuffed behind the back, and Sean allowed it against his better judgement. At 7 am sharp, he knocked on her bedroom door. “Good morning, Alex. Party’s over; it’s 7 am,” he called through the door.
“Come in,” she called out. He opened the door. “Good morning,” she responded.
“How’re your shoulders?” Sean asked as he entered the room for the first time since Alex had moved in.
“They’re sore, but that’s to be expected,” she replied. “I’ll be fine, though.” He unlocked the handcuffs, and she moved her arms and shoulders around.
“Let me get the collar off, too,” he said to her.
“Awww, do you have to?” she asked while pretending to pout. But she held her neck up so that he could.