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 4 includes the following chapters:
Chapter 9 – First date
On the big day, Kate came and picked up Alex and brought her back to the salon. Together, they chose a shoulder length, layered hairstyle with highlights for her, and Kate had her best hairstylist actually do the job. Next, Kate personally gave Alex an extended makeup application session, where she not only applied the makeup, but also carefully explained and showed Alex what she was doing as she went along. Kate was careful to not overdo it; she agreed with Sean that it wouldn’t do for Alex to appear so made up so that she looked like a hooker or a child trying too hard to appear grown-up. Besides, Kate wanted the transformation to not be too extreme, so that Alex would be comfortable with what she saw in the mirror and would be motivated to wear makeup on a regular basis. Kate also explained to Alex how to remove the makeup.
Kate took photos throughout the process using Alex’s phone, including before and after shots, so she’d have a keepsake of her transformation. Alex couldn’t believe how beautiful and mature she looked when Kate was finished. She began to get watery-eyed, and Kate exclaimed, “No, Alex! No crying! The makeup isn’t waterproof; you’ll ruin it if you start to cry!” as she snatched the mirror away. Alex quickly got her emotions under control so that wouldn’t happen. Kate then took Alex home, and she proceeded to get dressed and await Sean’s arrival. She couldn’t believe how beautiful she looked. Finally, she had to force herself to stop looking in the mirror in order to keep from crying.
Alex waited in the living room where she could watch through the front window for Sean to come home. Finally he did, but before he could get out of the car, she saw Kate also pull up, which confused her. Sean walked to the front door carrying something in a plastic bag, but she couldn’t tell what it was. He’d dressed up that day and was wearing a suit and tie. Kate was right behind him. But he didn’t come in the door; instead, he rang the doorbell. This also confused Alex, but she got up to answer the door.
“I’m here to take you on our date,” Sean said, acting as if he didn’t also live there. He held up the bag and said, “I got you a little something.” Alex played along, and stepped back so he could come in. Sean kissed her on the cheek as he entered. “You look absolutely stunning, Alex,” he said, putting a big smile on her face.
Kate came in, too, and said “Don’t mind me; I’m just the photographer. Both of you give me your phones.” Alex went and got hers, and Sean pulled his out of his pocket.
Sean waited while Kate got both phones ready. Then he said to Alex, “A pretty little neck like yours shouldn’t go around unadorned,” and he pulled out of the bag a box from a jewelry store. Alex opened it up, and inside was a beautiful gold necklace. “Oh my god, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed as she put her hand up to her mouth and appeared to be about to cry.
“Don’t cry, Alex!” Kate ordered, and Alex closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths and tried to compose herself.
Finally, she looked up at Sean and said, “It’s the most beautiful gift anyone’s ever given me! I love it! Thank you so much!” as she reached in to hug him.
“Careful you don’t smudge your makeup!” Kate cautioned. Alex would have done so if it weren’t for her warning. She wasn’t used to having to worry about such things.
She gave Sean a long hug while keeping her face away from his suit jacket. When she finished hugging him, Sean removed the necklace from the box and placed it around her neck. Alex ran to a mirror to see for herself what it looked like around her neck, but she could only get a fleeting glimpse before she had to look away to keep from crying. She returned to Sean and Kate and simply said, “It’s breathtaking!”
Sean replied, “It’s only reflecting the beauty of the one who’s wearing it.” He then reached into the bag again, and pulled out a corsage consisting of three white roses. “This is for you to wear tonight as well,” he said. He then tried to pin it to her dress, but he was all thumbs and was afraid of sticking her with the pin. Kate jumped in and rescued him and expertly pinned the corsage to Alex’s dress.
“Now, let me get some posed pictures of you both,” she said. “First Alex by herself, and then the two of you together.”
When Kate finished taking photos of the two of them, she started to hand their phones back to them. Sean protested. “Hey, what about pics of me?” he asked.
“You don’t get pics of yourself,” she replied. “Without this radiant beauty at your side, you’re just some guy in a suit,” she said as she and Alex laughed and Sean pretended to act hurt. He knew she was right.
“Well, shall we go?” he asked as he extended his elbow for Alex to slip her arm in. He walked her to the passenger side of his car, opened the door for her, and closed it once she was situated. He then took her to the fanciest restaurant in town, and pulled into the valet parking lane. They entered the restaurant with her on his arm, and he said to the maître d’, “Reservation for Kearney.”
The maître d’ checked his list and looked up and smiled once he spotted it. “Yes, sir,” he said. Sean then whispered something to him, and he replied, “Of course, sir.” He grabbed a couple of menus and said, “This way, please,” and led them to their table.
Alex had never been in such an elegant place before. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d ever eaten in any sit-down restaurant. They had cloth napkins and lit candles at the table! Alex opened her menu. The first thing she noticed was that there were no prices next to the various dishes. She asked Sean about this. “Sean, why are there no prices on these menus?”
“There are no prices on your menu,” he corrected. “You don’t need to concern yourself with the prices. Just order what you want.”
“I don’t have a clue what most of this stuff even is,” Alex replied.
“Yeah, they use a lot of fancy words to describe ordinary food to make it sound more impressive. Without even looking at the menu, what did you have in mind to eat?” he asked.
“I’d be happy with a chicken breast and some mixed vegetables,” she replied. Sean then pointed out the chicken breast dishes and explained what some of the big words were, and Alex told him her choice.
“Now, you can order for yourself, or if you prefer, I can order for you. Either way is acceptable,” he explained.
“Why don’t you do it for me, then?” she replied. “I’ll just mangle those fancy words and embarrass both of us.”
Despite the big words on the menu, Alex’s meal did consist of food she was mostly familiar with, but it was certainly of a higher quality and with a much fancier presentation than she was used to. Everything tasted amazing, but it was way more food that she could eat at one setting. “Sean, I’m not going to be able to even come close to finishing all of this,” she told him with concern, as if she were wasting his money.
“Not to worry,” he assured her. “They’ll box up what we don’t eat and we’ll take it home with us,” he explained.
“I don’t know what you have planned after this,” she observed. “Will the food keep that long?”
“I have a cooler with ice in it in the trunk of my car,” he said. “It’ll be fine in there.”
“You just think of everything, don’t you?” she asked rhetorically.
After dinner, Sean took his date to the theatre to see a popular Broadway play that was currently touring the country. She’d never been to a play before, not even one put on by her high school drama club. She was fascinated with the many differences between a play and a movie, such as the characters speaking to each other while facing the audience. Alex thoroughly enjoyed herself.
As they were leaving, Sean suddenly said, “Uh-oh!” and looked very uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked him.
“One of my exes is here. She just spotted us,” he replied.
There was no way they could avoid talking to the ex, as she and her companion were waiting for them and there was no other way they could go. “Hello, Sean,” she said without smiling. “It’s been a minute. Who’s your date?”
“Hello, Jessica,” Sean replied. “This is Alex. Alex, this is Jessica and… who is it you’re with?”
“This is my husband, Harold Jublinski,” she replied. “Judge Harold Jublinski. Robbing the cradle now, are we, Sean?” she asked rhetorically while looking down her nose at Alex.
Sean and Alex were both struck by the irony of that last remark considering that her husband appeared to be twice Jessica’s age. “You’re just jealous because Alex has kept her youthful good looks,” he replied, getting in a dig of his own. “Besides, I could say the same thing to the judge here.” Judge Jublinski was clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, while Alex appreciated how Sean was standing up for her.
“Come on, Jessica, let’s go,” the judge said as he led her by the hand away from the confrontation.
When they were out of earshot, Alex said, “I don’t like her. She seems nasty.”
Sean agreed. “I don’t like her, either. She is nasty. That’s why I broke up with her. I feel sorry for her poor husband, but who knows, maybe they both got what they deserve.”
Chapter 10 – Commitment
Both Sean and Alex tried to put Jessica out of their minds, and they discussed the play during the drive home. When they got home, they lingered on the doorstep as if they didn’t both live there. “I had a magical evening, Sean,” Alex told him. “It was like living a fairy tale. Thank you so much for everything. Would you like to come inside for a bit?”
Sean smiled. “I’d love to,” he replied.
Alex led him to the living room, and offered him a seat on his own sofa. “Can I get you something to drink? A decaf coffee, perhaps?”
“No, thanks,” he replied. “Why don’t you sit down next to me? I have something to ask you.” She did so, and he held her hand in his. “Alex, I want to know, Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked sweetly. Then he added, in case there was any confusion, “I’m not acting. I really mean it.”
Alex was completely taken by surprise by this, but it only took her a second to recover. “Sean, it would be a great honor to be your girlfriend. Yes, I will, gladly!” The two then embraced and shared a long, passionate kiss. Then it occurred to her to ask, “Will you be my boyfriend?”
“I thought it went without saying, but yes, of course,” replied Sean.
Alex then looked Sean in the eyes and said, “I have a request to make of you as well. I was going to say this even before you asked your question. I want you to make love to me tonight. I just have one condition: I want to be in bondage while you do it, powerless to stop you even if I wanted to. Otherwise, I’ll leave the specifics completely up to you.” They then embraced and kissed a second time.
Sean replied, “I accept your proposal. Why don’t we both go change into something more suitable and meet in the dungeon? Be careful not to get makeup on your dress when you take it off.”
He had to think fast, though. Was she expecting a sweet and tender experience, or a kinky, degrading experience? Either way, if he guessed wrong, it would be a disappointment for her. She did use the words ‘make love’, which implied the former. He concluded for that reason, sweet and tender was the way to go. Also, he figured she be less likely to resent it if he did that and was wrong, than if he did kinky and degrading and was wrong. But most of his repertoire was decidedly kinky and degrading, so, again, he had to come up with something fast.
Sean got to the dungeon first, unlocked the door, turned on the light, and awaited his new girlfriend. A few minutes later she arrived, again wearing the miniskirt and stilettos, but this time with no bra under the top. He met her at the door, and as soon as she crossed the threshold, she reached up to put her arms around his neck and they shared a prolonged, passionate, French kiss.
Then he said to her, “From now on, whenever you’re in the dungeon or otherwise in bondage, I want you to wear a collar. The collar will be the first thing you put on and the last thing you take off. That’s why they’re stored right next to the door. The only exception will be if it interferes with some other bondage device you’re wearing, such as a yoke. So go ahead a pick out a collar to wear this evening and put it on.”
“What’s the reason behind wearing a collar?” she asked as she considered the various collars.
“In BDSM*, a collar identifies the partner who has relinquished control. The submissive partner, the bound partner, the one being subjected to discipline, the one on the bottom, or so on. By putting it on, you’re signifying that I’m the one calling the shots, and you’re the one complying. Of course, you still have a say in what happens, and you can always use the safe word.
* bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism
“I want to teach you something else for your comfort and safety. The traffic light colors – red, yellow, and green – mean the same things in the dungeon as they do on the road. Red means stop. It’s not the same thing as the safe word, though. The safe word means that the bondage session is over, and I’m to completely release you immediately. Red means for me to stop whatever it is I’m doing, but not the entire session. For example, if you’re bound and I’m spanking you, you can say red to get me to stop the spanking but you’re still willing to stay bound. Yellow means to be cautious or slow down or reduce the intensity, but don’t completely stop. Green means that everything’s good; you want more of whatever it is, and you’re telling me not to stop or slow down.
“I suppose there should be a fourth color as well, to ask me to increase the intensity. Let’s use white for that. The reason I’m suggesting white is that you can say that as well as the other colors while wearing a ring gag or spider gag. You wouldn’t be able to say a color that starts with a ‘b’ or a ‘p’, because those require putting your lips together. ‘Kangaroo’ can also be said while wearing a ring or spider gag.
By this time, Alex had selected a heavy metal collar that could only be secured by locking it on. Sean put it around her neck and locked it. He thought that was an interesting choice, one that seemed to indicate she wasn’t looking for sweet and tender. On the spur of the moment, he decided to do something that was between the two extremes.
First, he had her remove her top and miniskirt, but leave on the stilettos. Then he had her sit on a small table adjacent to a wall while he secured her into a spreader bar with both ankle and wrist cuffs. This left her sitting in a hunched over position with her knees bent, her legs spread wide, and her wrists between her ankles. Next, he picked her up by the spreader bar, (remember, she weighed less than 100 pounds (less than 45.5 kg)), and hung it from two big hooks mounted into the wall at about chest level.
Now she was facing away from the wall with her wrists and ankles against the wall and above her head, her head and shoulders flat against the wall, her body at about a 45 degree angle, and her ass and pussy at the edge of the table at just the right height. He then put a blindfold on her while explaining, “I want you to focus on what you’re experiencing through the sense of touch, so to do that I’m going to deprive you of the sense of sight.” Sean then leaned in and began French kissing her and simultaneously fingering her slowly and gently.
Alex reciprocated the kiss and encouraged the fingering by wiggling her ass around. Then she broke off this kiss so she could exclaim “More!” She then remembered the color codes. “White! White!” They resumed kissing and Sean increased the intensity of the fingering. But he mostly kept his fingers outside, only momentarily entering her with them and then retracting them again. He was teasing her, bringing her close to the edge and then pulling her back. He then began using his free hand to stimulate her nipples, making them erect.
Alex broke off the kissing again so she could speak. “Sean! You’ve got me so horny! But I need your dick! I need you to f**k me now! Creampie me ‘til it runs down into my ass! Please! I’m begging you!” Sean decided that he’d teased her enough; he wanted her to beg him for it and was about to tell her that, but she beat him to it. He dropped trou and probed her labia with the tip of his hard dick. “Put it in, Sean! Put it all the way in!” she pleaded.
Gently and slowly he did that, but she wanted more. She began thrusting in order to increase the stimulation, because he wasn’t thrusting enough for her. He was deliberately holding back in order to prolong the experience and to make her desperate for him. “Harder! F**k me harder, Sean! White! White!” Finally, Sean put his hands on her hips and picked up the pace and began thrusting harder. “That’s it! More of that! Keep it up! Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!! Oh, yes!!!” Alex then began screaming in ecstasy as Sean continued to thrust even harder.
Just as she began to come down from her orgasm, Sean began releasing his load. She could feel his hot jizz shooting up in her, and she peaked a second time, once again screaming as she did. When she could finally catch her breath enough to speak, she said, “Sean, please take the blindfold off. I want to see your face!” He did so, and they made eye contact and both started laughing. Not because anything was funny, but because they’d just shared such an intense and intimate experience for the first time together. “That was everything I’d hoped it would be!” she said. “You were amazing, Sean!”
Neither of them were in any hurry to free Alex from her restraints. Sean went in for another long, passionate French kiss, in which Alex eagerly participated. She thought it was incredibly hot to kiss and be kissed in this way while completely immobile and defenseless. After a while, Sean began also massaging her clit, and it didn’t take much to bring Alex to a second and then a third climax.
But after a while, the intensity of their passion diminished from a raging bonfire to a hot bed of coals, and Sean released her ankles and then her wrists from the spreader bar hanging on the wall. She put her top and miniskirt back on and they both headed for the door, with their arms wrapped around each other. Alex then reached up for a final long kiss before they left the room.
“I’d like it very much if you’d stay the night with me, Sean,” Alex said as she resumed acting like they didn’t already live in the same house. She was inviting him to her bed in her bedroom.
“I’d like that very much, too,” Sean replied. He got the stuff he needed and knocked on her open door.
“You don’t have to knock; I already invited you in,” she replied, laughing. They then proceeded to work out who would get which side of the bed, how much and what type of light and sound was acceptable or required, and what time each of them needed to get up.
They got in bed together and snuggled. “You realize this is just for tonight, right?” Alex asked Sean. “Tomorrow morning we’re back to being roommates again.”
“Are you breaking up with me already?” he asked, pretending to be upset, but of course, only joking.
“Of course not, silly!” she replied, laughing at the joke and playfully hitting him. “We’re in a relationship and we made love and you’re spending the night, but we haven’t moved in together yet. So to speak, I mean. So when we’re not in the dungeon or out on a date, or you’re not visiting by invitation like you are now, we’re just roommates. Still.”
Sean wasn’t exactly thrilled with this, but he admired her logic and her consistency, and he had to admit, the boundaries that she’d set seemed to be working for them pretty well.
“I want to thank you again for everything,” Alex said. “Today was the absolute best day of my entire life by far! From Kate helping me pick out a hairstyle to us cuddling together now, every minute has been special, and you made every bit of it possible. I’ll never forget this day as long as I live! I still don’t understand why you’ve always been so good to me. Sean Kearney, you’d better be careful, because I’m afraid I’m starting to fall hopelessly in love with you!”
Sean just lay there and smiled for a minute before responding. “Why are you afraid?” he asked.
“I guess I’m afraid it’s too good to be true,” she replied, “that I’ll wake up and discover it was only a dream. I’m afraid it’s not going to last, and I’m especially afraid that I won’t measure up or I’ll screw it all up somehow.”
“Nobody knows the future, Alex, but I assure you, this is very much the real deal. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to explain why I’ve felt this compelling desire to care for you ever since I first laid eyes on you, but you don’t have to understand it in order to just accept it. I want nothing less than for you to feel safe and provided for and cared for and appreciated and respected and deeply loved. I know all of that was in short supply for the first 18-plus years of your life, but you’re worthy of all of it. I feel highly privileged to be the one who gets to give you those things now.
“I’m not even remotely trying to keep score, so there’s nothing for you to measure or compare. Those things that I said you were worthy of? Well, you’ve been giving them to me, too, maybe in different ways than I give them to you, but in ways that I need. And believe me, I’m just as afraid of screwing this up as you are, maybe more. But rather than both of us walking on eggshells out of fear of screwing things up, let’s instead promise each other to always give the other the benefit of the doubt and talk through our concerns with each other rather than letting them fester.”
“That’s a promise I’ll make without hesitation,” Alex replied. “It’s exhausting to walk on eggshells all the time.”
“Have you felt you’ve had to walk on eggshells with me?” Sean asked.
“Well, yes, but not because of anything you’ve done or haven’t done. Because of my own fears. Because I’ve had to spend much of my life having to do it. But I’m going to really, really try not to do that with you anymore, because now I know you’ll give me the benefit of the doubt and talk to me if you have a problem with me.”
“Good girl,” he said to her. Then, for some reason, he felt it was safe, and appropriate, to say what he’d been thinking for some time. “I love you, Alex.”
While she’d been afraid to say those words just a few minutes earlier, hearing Sean say them to her emboldened her. “I love you, too, Sean,” she replied, as she snuggled in closer.
A few minutes later, they were both fast asleep.
The next day was a work day for both of them, but every chance she got, Alex was busy posting on her various social media accounts the photos of her makeover and the photos of her with Sean. She changed her status to “in a relationship” and peppered her posts with hashtags such as #newboyfriend, #bestboyfriend, #firstdate, #bestdayofmylife, and the like. Then she thought about it some more and added one additional hashtag: #lastfirstdateever, meaning that she intended to be with Sean for the rest of her life, and so she’d never go on a first date with anyone ever again.
Sean was on some of the same platforms as she, and so he saw those posts. He had to turn off the sound for his social media notifications because he was getting so many of them. But rather than be annoyed, her exuberance just made him smile. He was exceedingly happy as well, and knowing that Alex was obviously happy made him even happier still. And yes, he did see the #lastfirstdateever hashtag and understood what it meant. He could only hope that it would be true for both of them.
That evening, Sean also updated his relationship status and changed his profile photo to be one of the two of them together. There was no longer a reason to keep this on the down-low. They both received an outpouring of well-wishes from their respective friends and his family, and Alex also received plenty of comments about how beautiful she looked after her makeover and all dressed up. But more than a few of them wondered how this unlikely couple ever found each other and found anything in common.
Chapter 11 – Days off
Alex and Sean developed a routine where, when Alex had a weekday off, Sean would shackle and chain all four of her limbs, but so that her hands were in front of her and usable, with limited range of motion. Sean was now comfortable leaving her alone this way. Alex always also wanted to wear the heavy metal collar with the attached chain on these days, as well as to have her stiletto heels locked onto her feet, to force her to get practice walking in them. Sean required her to wear a chastity belt so that she couldn’t masturbate. Usually she wore her miniskirt because it was easier to use the toilet that way with the limited use of her hands.
Alex didn’t want to have a way to unlock her collar or shackles herself, but Sean insisted that she be able to, either in the case of emergency, or even if she simply realized she needed to go to the grocery store or somewhere. They reached a compromise where keys to the locks were frozen in the middle of a small block of ice and kept in the freezer. If it became necessary to unlock herself, she could put the block of ice in boiling water and free the keys in a matter of several minutes. However, if she did that, there wouldn’t be time to re-freeze the keys, as it required a two-step process, first freezing the bottom half of the block, then placing the keys on top of that and adding water and freezing the top half.
Alex insisted that Sean always inspect the block of ice when he returned home so he would know if she’d been out of her shackles that day. Although Sean saw no reason for this, since he wasn’t requiring her to be shackled, she wanted to be fully accountable to him.
When Alex had a weekend day off and Sean was home to monitor her, she had him bind her in a more extreme way, typically denying her the use of her arms and hands by locking them behind her back or in a yoke. On these days, there was no need for the chastity belt because she couldn’t reach herself anyway, and she wouldn’t have her feet locked into shoes because she sometimes needed to be able to use them instead of her hands.
Other times on weekends, especially if the housework were caught up, she’d have him completely immobilize her in the dungeon for the day. He’d set up a video camera that would send a live feed to both his computer and phone so that he could monitor her without physically being in the room. He rigged it up so the signal did not go out over the internet, but rather was limited to other devices using his password-protected wifi.
On these occasions, she insisted on being completely nude and in a vulnerable position with her mouth, breasts, pussy, and ass available for Sean to do with as he pleased. She strongly encouraged him to make the most of those opportunities and to unload himself in her repeatedly throughout the day. Sean was fond of putting an open-mouth gag on her so that she was unable to keep from drooling all over the place.
Alex absolutely loved being bound, with or without sex involved, but especially with.
One weekday when Alex was off work, Sean texted her to tell her a package for him had been delivered to their front porch, and he wanted her to bring it in the house so it wouldn’t be stolen by porch pirates. Alex decided against going to the trouble of getting out of the chains and shackles just to go out on the porch for ten seconds to retrieve the package. She was careful to bring a house key out with her on the off chance that she inadvertently locked the door behind her.
But during the few seconds that she was outside, a man on a bicycle happened to ride by. His attention was drawn to the clanging noise the chains made as Alex tried to pick up the package while unable to fully extend her arms. The man turned his head towards the sound and saw Alex, shackles and chains and all. However, he said nothing and didn’t stop. Alex had a bad feeling about this, but there was nothing she could do about it.
About an hour later there was a knock at the door. Alex looked out the window and saw a police car parked in front of the house. Normally, she ignored anyone knocking the door or ringing the doorbell, but she figured she’d better answer the door for the police.
Alex didn’t want the cop to see her in chains, so she only opened the door enough stick her head out, and said, “May I help you?”
“Yes,” the officer said. “We received a report of a young female in shackles and chains at this address, and I’m here to conduct a welfare check. May I come in, please?”
“There’s no need, officer,” Alex said as she opened the door further so he could see more of her. “I’m the female in question, and I’m quite fine, thank you.”
“Is there anyone else in the house with you right now?”
“No, I’m here alone.”
“Are there any weapons in the house?”
“My boyfriend has a gun, or maybe multiple guns, but I don’t know where he keeps them.”
“How old are you, miss?”
“I’m 18.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on being allowed to come in and look around. Also, I need to see some form of identification, please.”
Alex decided the best thing to do was to comply with the officer’s requests, as there really was nothing illegal going on and nothing to hide. She unlocked the storm door and pushed it open for him, and he entered the house.
“Let’s start with you showing me your ID,” the officer said.
“It’s in my purse in my bedroom. I’ll have to go get it.”
“I’ll accompany you.”
Alex led him upstairs and to the door of the guest room. The officer kept his hand on his gun and made a point of peering into every room they walked past. She opened the door, and said, “My purse is hanging on the back of the chair.”
“Please take the ID out of the purse, slowly, and bring it to me,” he said as he stayed in the doorway with his hand on his gun.
Alex opened the purse, pulled out her wallet, and then removed the ID from her wallet under the watchful gaze of the officer, and she brought him the ID. Fortunately, she’d contacted the DMV* and updated her address from where her mother was living to Sean’s house, so she had proof that she in fact belonged there.
* Department of Motor Vehicles
The officer called in the ID number to see if she had any wants or warrants, had been reported missing, or anything else that would be of concern. However, the report came back clean.
“Miss Givens, please explain why you’re in chains and shackles.”
“Because I enjoy being this way.”
“Did anyone put them on you against your will?”
“No.”
“Do you have the keys to free yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Would you show them to me, please?”
“They’re in the kitchen, in the freezer.”
“Please lead the way,” he said, as he stepped back out of the doorway so she could get by.
They went back downstairs to the kitchen, and Alex retrieved the block of ice with the keys inside.
“Why are the keys in a block of ice?”
Before Alex could answer, they could both hear someone coming in the front door. The officer quickly positioned himself to where he could see the front door from around a corner, just in time to see Sean in the doorway, entering the house. Sean had seen the cop come to the door and then enter the house on his doorbell camera app, and he dropped everything at work to immediately come home.
“Police! Put your hands up!” Sean immediately complied.
“What’s this all about?” he asked. “I live here!”
The officer ignored his question, and ordered, “Turn around, hands against the wall!” By then, Alex had come around the corner where Sean could see her.
Sean again complied, but he again asked, “Would someone please tell me what’s going on?”
Before Alex could answer, the cop asked, “Do you have any weapons or sharp objects on your person?”
“No,” Sean answered, but the cop proceeded to pat him down anyway.
As he did that, Alex explained, “Someone saw me on the porch when I was bringing in that package, and called the cops. He’s doing a welfare check.”
Satisfied that Sean wasn’t a danger, the officer said, “May I see your ID, please?” Sean pulled his driver’s license out of his wallet and handed it to him. He called in Sean’s license number and again received a clean report.
“Is he the boyfriend?” he asked Alex.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Why do you have her in shackles and chains?” he asked Sean.
“Only because she asked me to put them on her. It was completely her choice. We’re both bondage enthusiasts, nothing more.”
“Is this correct?” the cop asked Alex.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Where are the keys to these locks?” he asked Sean.
“I have one set in my pocket. There’s another set in the freezer.”
“Why do you keep keys in a block of ice?”
“She didn’t want to have any access to the keys. I insisted that she did. We compromised by freezing them, so they’d be available if needed, but not easy to get to.”
“What’s in the locked room upstairs?”
“That’s our bondage dungeon,” Sean replied. “Just a bunch of racks and tables and restraints.”
“Show me,” the cop said.
They all went back upstairs, and Sean unlocked the door and turned on the light. The cop entered the room and walked around enough to see that there was no one else in the room.
“All right, I don’t see any problem here,” he told them both. “I’m sorry to have had to trouble you, but you can understand why we needed to take a report of a girl in chains seriously.”
“Yeah, I understand,” replied Sean. “No worries.”
“In the future, miss, I’d advise you to stay indoors when you have bondage devices on.”
“Believe me, I will. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m sorry to have caused all this trouble.”