By Cuffs1 (cufffs1@yahoo.com)

June 6, 2003

I am so excited!  My best friend from high school is in town, and I haven’t seen her in five long years.  We keep in contact regularly on the phone and with email, but still – it’s not the same as actually seeing her.  I am really looking forward to the upcoming weekend.

Julie is very different than me.  She is tall – about 5’11’’ – and an athlete.  In high school and college, she was a star in basketball and track.  She was always into sports, and with her long dark hair and trim body, she was actually quite lovely.  I on the other hand, was the cheerleader.  I had to stay in good shape too, but other than that, we were as opposite as you could be.  I’m 5’5’’ tall and have blond hair, and never competed for much of anything.  Julie went to college and got a degree in criminal justice, and I went on to be a graphic artist.

Julie has actually been in town for several weeks, but is at the State Police Training Academy, and it is operated like a boot camp – once you’re there, you stay for the ten week program and cannot leave at all.  She graduated earlier today and called to tell me she is on her way over – and I can’t wait!

June 7, 2003

Last night was really wonderful.  I found out so much about myself and Julie that I didn’t know before.  But, before I get into my personal thoughts, I want to write down exactly what happened so I’ll never forget any of it.  It was the greatest, most wonderful night of my life!

Julie showed up at a little bit after 5 o’clock.  We hugged quickly and sat down on the sofa to get caught up.  She still looked the same, a little more muscle perhaps, but not overly bulky – very sleek and trim and tight – like a tigress.  Sitting on my sofa, we shared all our war stories about boyfriends, school, and jobs over a couple of bottles of wine.  She really loved police work and was hoping to be stationed right there in town, working for the Secretary of State.

Soon, it was late and we hadn’t eaten or moved her stuff out of the doorway.  First things first, we ordered a pizza for delivery and set about getting all her stuff moved into the spare bedroom.  She hefted a couple of bags and I grabbed the last one.  It was a large black canvas duffel bag, clearly stamped PROPERTY OF STATE POLICE.  It weighed a ton and I was barely able to lift it.  I wondered how strong Julie really was – she had carried all three of these bags up 3 flights of stairs to my apartment.
 

In the bedroom, she tossed the bags onto the bed with a bounce and unzipped the suitcases.  After she sorted out her clothes that needed to be hung, we put away the other stuff in drawers.  All the while, she was filling me in on the grueling training she went through at the Academy.  Calisthenics, running, classroom training, more running, more workouts, gun training, more running – God, it sounded like torture!  But, she really loved it, and had a great future in law enforcement.

Soon, all the stuff was put away from the two suitcases and all that was left was the heavy canvas bag.  Julie was freshening up in the bathroom, and the pizza hadn’t arrived yet.  With great effort I wrestled the bag onto the bed and opened it.  Inside was a bunch of police gear.  I pulled out a heavy vest – I assumed it was a bullet proof vest, and it was I later found out.  There were a pair of shiny black shoes and a pair of shiny black boots.  I put the shoes and boots in the closet and hung the vest above them.  Next was a gun belt, with a t-shaped club of some sort and several empty cases attached to it.  I hung the belt next to the vest.  In the bottom of the bag were 4 small boxes.  Each one was marked POLICE USE ONLY and weighed a lot for its size.  I took the lid off one of the boxes, curious to see what was in it, and saw a pair of polished chrome handcuffs and the keys to them.

Just then, Julie walked in and said, “Hey snoop, what are you into now?”  I was so startled, I dropped the box and the handcuffs and keys hit the floor and scattered in opposite directions!  I picked up the keys and handed them over to Julie who had stooped down to pick up her handcuffs.

“You know, at the Academy I learned it’s a crime to dig around in other people’s stuff,” she said with a sly smile on her face.

“I was just helping put your stuff away, Julie, really,” I answered.  I was still a little surprised by her entrance and embarrassed at dropping her property on the floor like that.

“Well, I also learned ignorance of the law is not a proper defense, and as an officer of the law, I am duty bound to arrest the offender and let the court system handle the rest.  Please turn around.”  She said it so officially that I automatically did as she asked.  “Now place both hands on top of your head please, miss.”  I did as she asked.  The next thing I knew, cold metal touched my right wrist and I heard a clicking sound, and she pulled my arms behind my back and I felt the cold metal on the other wrist.

She had actually handcuffed me!  I pulled at the bonds of unrelenting steel that surrounded my small wrists, but I could not pull free.

“Julie, let me out of these things!” I begged.  “I promise to be good.”

“Oh, I’ll let you out all right,” she said.  Dangling the keys in front of my face, she spun on her heel and walked out into the living room.  I had no choice but to follow her.

Julie calmly walked to the sofa and sat down.  She picked up her wine glass and tasted a sip.  “Aren’t you going to join me so we can talk some more?” she inquired, as though nothing was wrong.  Turning my back to her I said, “As soon as you get me out of these things, I’ll be happy to join you!”

“Okay, okay.” Julie said.  “Come over here and I’ll undo them.”  I approached her and again turned around and offered my hands to her.  I felt her doing something to the handcuffs and heard a distinct clicking as they seemed to be tightening, not loosening, on my wrists.  “There,” she announced.  “All set.”  Twisting my arms up to my side, I looked at my still chained hands.  “They don’t appear to be off, Julie.  Come on and let me go.”  I was starting to be a little pissy now.

“All I did was double lock them so they can’t get any tighter.  Standard procedure for long term handcuff wearing.”  Julie said it so matter-of-factly that she could have been explaining it to a real criminal.  “I’ll let you loose after a suitable time.  You’re the snooper after all.”  She was giggling a little, which only made me more mad.

Stomping my foot on the floor, I turned and told her, “Now unlock me right now!”  She laughed out loud and pulled me onto the couch.  “Stop it, Julie, quit!” I screamed as she dug her fingers into my sides and began the most horrible tickling I have ever had in my life!  I laughed until I was literally crying!  I begged between breaths for her to quit.

“I’ll quit when you quit whining about the handcuffs!” Julie told me.

“Okay, okay.” I gave in, too exhausted to fight.  “I’m your prisoner til you let me go.”

“Good.  I’m glad we settled that.” Julie leaned over and picked up her wine glass.  She held it up and looked at the wine as she swirled it.  “Tickling is thirsty work.”

“So is being tickled!” I laughed.  “I could use a drink myself.”  I tried to reach for my wine, but the handcuffs wouldn’t allow me to hold the glass up to my mouth, even as flexible as I am.  “Can’t I be loose just to get a drink?”

“Nope.” Julie intoned.  “You have to stay cuffed until…..until the pizza gets here would be fair.  And I’ll help you get your wine.”  She picked up the glass and carefully held it to my lips.  I was helpless with my hands locked behind me, and the moment felt very…..erotic, somehow, and exciting.  She slowly tipped the glass until the wine touched my lips and kept slowly tilting it until I was able drink.  I tried to stop but she kept holding it until I was forced to gulp the entire glass.  She calmly refilled it and held it up again.

“God, no, Julie.  I’ve had too much already.”  I was really getting buzzed, and another glass like that would have me totally drunk.

“I know you love your wine, Cindy.  But you never could hold it!” She giggled as she put the glass up to my mouth and I was forced to drain it again.  I was becoming very light-headed now and I knew I was drunk.

At that point, there was a knock on the door.  Julie just sat there looking at me.  “Aren’t you going to get that?”  she asked.

“How can I?” I was drunk and handcuffed and in no shape to get to the door.  “Come on, you said I could be loose when the pizza got here.  Now let me go.”

“When the pizza is inside, I’ll let you go.  You have to get it in here first.”  Julie dangled the keys in front of my face, and jingled them around before putting them on the kitchen table.  “The keys are yours as soon as the pizza is in here,” she said in a sing-song high voice.

Steeling my nerves, I rose from the couch.  The doorbell rang and there was a light knock at the door again.  “Coming,” I yelled.  “Be right there!”  I looked out the peephole and there was the delivery guy holding the pizza in a warmer.  I reached around and opened up the door, which is hard to do when you are handcuffed behind your back and drunk enough to be unsteady on your feet, let me tell you.

The delivery guy, probably about 17 years old, stood at the door and took the pizza out of the warmer.  He handed the box towards me.  I, of course, was unable to reach out and take the box, so I just managed to stand there, looking foolish.  Finally, after about 30 seconds, Julie says, “Just bring it in here and put it on the table, if you don’t mind!”

The pizza guy shrugged his shoulders and carried the box to the table and set it down.  He stood again looking at me, and me staring back foolishly.  “Um, that’s $13.50, ma’am,” he finally said.

Crap!  How was I going to pay him?  “Your purse is on the chair by the table, Cindy,” Julie volunteered from the living room.  “Just pay him and we can settle up later.”  Oh, we’ll settle up all right, I thought.  Just you wait!  My friend, indeed.

Now I was faced with a real dilemma.  How to pay the guy without letting him see my handcuffed arms?  I gingerly sat down on the chair and reached behind myself and to the side, trying to open the purse without him seeing my bound hands.  I was doing all right, (he was distracted by Julie) but I couldn’t find my wallet quickly enough.  Just as I pulled out a $20 bill to put on the table for him to take, he turned around.  His eyes got as big as saucers when he saw the bright chrome handcuffs holding my arms behind my back.
 
 
 
 
 

Well, since I was caught, I mustered the last of my pride and stood up.  Bringing my cuffed arms around to my side, I extended the money as far as I could and told him to keep the change.  “Thanks, lady,” he said as he headed for the door.  As we walked past Julie, she was covering her mouth with a small pillow and laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks.  My cheeks were as red as cherries.  I was so embarrassed I could have died!

I showed the guy out and pushed the door shut.  “Okay, Julie,” I said slowly and angrily, “You had your fun.  Now unlock me!”

“Okay, girl, okay, settle down,” She said, all the while trying to stifle her laughter.  “But you have to admit, that was pretty funny!  I never saw you get so red in the face before!”

“Well, I’ve never been handcuffed and humiliated like that either.”  I was humiliated, but not as bad as I was making her think. The way the guy looked at me when he saw the handcuffs was, well, arousing.  I liked the effect it had on him – he was a little surprised and yet I could tell, very turned on.  I played with my bound wrists a little, pulling gently at the cuffs.  They weren’t so bad, I thought.  I could keep them on a while longer if I had to.  If Julie was mean and didn’t follow through on her promise, I sure wasn’t going to be caught whining about it.

As it turned out, Julie did unlock me, and we ate our dinner in peace.  Afterwards, we watched a little TV and hit the sack around 3 in the morning.  Before I went to sleep, the last thing I thought about was the handcuffs, how much I liked them, and my revenge on Julie!