By Cuffs1 (cufffs1@yahoo.com)
 
 

June 8, 2003

I dreamed all night about handcuffs – being helplessly locked in them and the feel of the cold and inescapable steel bands encircling my small wrists.   I was also very curious about the other boxes in the bag and what might be in them.  I was pretty sure they all contained handcuffs, but two of the boxes were a little bigger than the others.   I just had to look and see what was in there!

When I woke up, I went into the bathroom and showered and got ready for the day ahead.  We had decided to go to the local waterpark and get some sun and play on the waterslides and just be silly.  Julie was still in bed, and it was already nearly 10 in the morning, so I stuck my head into her room and told her it was probably time to get up if we were going to make it to the park with time to do anything.  "Oh crap," she exclaimed.  She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom and quickly, I heard the shower going.

This was a great opportunity to check out the bag, I thought.  I snuck into her room, listening carefully to the sounds of the shower.  I sure didn't want to be caught again, snooping around.  Last night's memories were still too fresh.  Carefully looking into the bag, I saw the handcuffs we had used the night before thrown into the bag.  The other boxes were still shut.  I could see the labels on each box identifying the contents.  Peerless Brand Handcuffs. Two of those boxes.  Peerless Brand Legirons.  Two of them as well.  Just then the shower stopped, so I snuck back out of the room and made myself busy in the kitchen area.

After Julie got dressed, we ate a bite and left for the park.  We had a blast all day, getting some sun and playing in the water.  We had several offers from members of the opposite sex to go to dinner, movies, and even Europe on one occasion.  All in all, it was a great day.  Watching Julie run around in her bikini, I realized just how extremely beautiful and in shape she was.  No wonder we were getting a lot of offers!  I caught myself wondering a couple of times what she would look like if she had those handcuffs on, but then I snapped myself back to reality.

After the park, we went out and had dinner, still in our bikinis with covers on over them.  We ate at a little Italian place and had way too much wine.  By the time the cab dropped us off at my place, it was 10 at night and we were pretty sloshed.  We staggered upstairs to my apartment and I fumbled with the lock to get us inside.  It took a few minutes and Julie was giggling at me the whole time, calling me "fumble-fingers" and asking if she should call 911 for me.

We finally got in, and Julie went to change while I found some more wine for us.  I set the wine and glasses on the table in the living room and went to change.

I walked into my room, and Julie was getting something from my closet.  I asked, "what are you looking for, girlfriend?"   Laughing, she responded, "Just need a t-shirt or something to lounge around in."

Suddenly, inspired, I said, "You know, it's highly illegal to be snooping around in someone else's stuff.  A good friend of mine told me that recently – and as a peace officer, you should know the penalty for snooping!"  She looked at me, laughing as she said, "So put me under citizen's arrest, then!  I need a t-shirt."

I stood facing her, and firmly put my hands on my hips, and said, "Well, you should have asked first.  Now you're in big trouble.  Stay right here and don't move.  I'll be right back."  As I turned to leave, she said, "You're serious?  I don't think I want to be arrested."

Knowing I'd never be able to physically force the bigger and stronger Julie to do anything, I went for her sense of honor.  "Oh, the law only applies to others, is that it?"  She thought for a minute, "No it applies to everyone equally."

"Okay, then.  Stay put and I'll be right back," I laughed as I left.  This was going to be very fun.

I went into her room and grabbed the bag.  Pulling out the one pair of handcuffs that we had used, I put the bag down just outside the door to my room, out of Julie's sight.  She was standing with her arms crossed, looking very pissed off, but absolutely lovely in her bright blue bikini.  I caught myself once again admiring her face, hair, figure – she was quite lovely.  I snapped myself out of the trance I was entering.  "Okay, felon, turn around and put your hands on your head," I told her in my most imperious voice.  She dropped her arms and sighed, really heavily, as though she were the most annoyed person on the planet.  "On your head, I said!"  I tried to sound very commanding.  She complied and put her hands on her head exactly the way I had done the night before.  I opened one end of the cuffs and reached up and snapped it onto her wrist, clicking it tight until I was sure she couldn't slip her hand out of the cuff.  I was reminded of her height as I had to reach up to lock the cuff on, and then to pull her other hand down behind her back.  I locked the second handcuff in place and stepped back slightly to admire my work.

"Aren't you going to double lock them?"  Julie asked, in a tone I had never heard.  Almost…unsure of herself?  "You know, like I showed you last night.  Push in that little button with the pointy end of the key."

"Yeah, I remember, Julie.  Um, I left the key in the bag," I lied.  "Stay right there and don't move."  I went to the bag and got one the boxes that contained police issue legirons.  I didn't exactly know what they would look like, but I wanted to find out.  Moving quietly up behind Julie I pretended to be having trouble with the double lock, and kneeled down to have a colder look.

I quickly pushed in the little pin that would hold the handcuffs in their current position and not allow them to be opened or closed any further without a key.  Julie was sighing heavily the whole time and when she rolled her eyes up to the sky with impatience,  I quickly and quietly pulled the legirons out of their box.  They looked just like the handcuffs, but bigger and with a much longer chain.  I quickly snapped on onto her left ankle, and she immediately knew she had been had.

"Dammit, Cindy, what the hell are you doing?"  I calmly answered, "You are my prisoner, so I wouldn't use that tone of voice."  I locked the other cuff in place and noticed that they, too, could be double locked.  So I pushed in the little pin on the leg cuffs too.  I stepped back to check my work.  She looked lovely, standing in that bright blue bikini, handcuffed behind her back and wearing the leg cuffs.  I spun on my heel and went towards the living room.

"Come on, Julie, let's have some wine."  I grabbed the tote bag as I passed it.  It still had a little weight to it, but not as much as before, I thought to myself in a very satisfied way.  I really liked having Julie in these shiny steel adornments!  I laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?"  Julie questioned from behind me.  "Oh, nothing, just thinking how turnabout is fair play," was my answer.  I sat on the couch and poured some wine into each glass.  I watched her walk to the couch and sit, her chained feet jingling across the floor.  I sipped at mine and left hers on the table.  She tried to reach it with her cuffed hands, but found out the same thing that I already knew – you just can't quite hold the glass to your lips and drink from it.

"Okay, I give up," she said after a couple of minutes.  "Will you please help me get a drink?"  Oh yes, I thought, will I ever!  I help the glass carefully to her lips and tilted it just a little, and when she started to lean forward and sip it, I kept tilting the glass so she had to gulp it down.  With her hands behind her, she couldn't stop me or push away the glass.  "Damn, you're going to drown me!"

"If I remember, just yesterday you had me guzzling this stuff down.  Your turn now."  I started to put the glass up to her mouth, but she turned her head away.  "No way," she answered.  "I'm not getting smashed like you did, and you can't make me."  She stuck her jaw out in defiance as she said it and I knew the game was afoot, as Holmes would say.

I tried to pull her head around and put the glass up to her mouth, but quickly discovered she was still a lot stronger than me, even handcuffed.  I put the glass on the table and told her, "Okay, girl, you asked for it.  Remember yesterday when you thought it was so funny tickling me?  Your turn now!"  She tried to get up and run, but the wine and legcuffs kept that from happening and I pulled her back onto the couch.  I was merciless as I tickled her armpits and ribs.  She was screaming within seconds, begging me to stop.  I stopped for a second to let her get her breath.

"Ready for that wine?"  I asked.  "Yes, only no more tickling, please!  I can't handle it, and I have to pee really bad!"  She did look a little uncomfortable, but that was her problem.  I was having a lot of fun, and I felt really…exhilarated!  The wine, wrestling around and shiny chrome handcuffs were beginning to make me giddy.

"No bathroom break just yet.  I want you to finish this glass first."  I poured it to the top of the large glass.  "ALL THAT?"  Julie's eyes were big as they measured the glass.  "I'll try, but I don't think I'll be able to finish it."  I held it up for her and let her set the pace as she gulped down the wine.  She easily drained the glass and a dribble ran down the corner of her mouth.  On impulse, I reached out and wiped the droplets with my fingers and licked them clean.  As  I sucked the wine off my fingers,  Julie was looking at me in a strange way.

"God, Cindy, you look like a porn star when you do that."  Dipping my finger into my wine glass, I stuck it back into my mouth and sucked it dry.  "Like that, you mean?" I said in a teasing voice.  She was gazing at my hand as I lowered it and when her eyes came back up to meet mine, she quickly looked away.

"Okay, you had your fun, Cin, now take these off so I can pee."  She rattled the cuffs to emphasize what she meant.  "I don't think so, not yet.  But if you're real good, I might let you have these later."  I dangled the keys in front of her face.

"Give me those!"  Julie moved much quicker than I anticipated and stood, turned sideways, and snatched the keys from my hand.  She started to shuffle towards the bathroom, but even though I was drunk and laughing, she couldn't outrun me in the legirons.  I was funny, and erotic, to watch this tall beauty try to run wearing the handcuffs and legcuffs.  I caught her and tried to grab the keys from her hands.

We ended up on the ground and somehow Julie was on top of me, straddling my stomach.  The legcuffs were across my thighs and she was sitting upright on me.  "You have a lot to learn about grappling and groundfighting, Cin."  She laughed as she tried to maneuver the handcuffs so she could see the little hole for the key.  She was going to get loose if I didn't do something!  I decided to fight unfairly, since that was the only way to beat her.

I stuck my hand s up into her armpits and violently wiggled my fingers.  She screamed and twisted away, dropping the keys and loosing her balance.  I quickly pushed her off to the side and kept tickling until she was on her back.  I climbed up onto her back and sat on her arms.  I realized I needed to immobilize her more if I was really going to be in control.  I saw the duffle bag with the other cuffs in it, just a couple of feet away.  Suddenly inspired, I leaned over and grabbed it quickly.
 
 
 
 
 

Taking the two boxes out, I dumped them onto the floor.  Julie was struggling to throw me off, but sitting as I was she could only grunt and writhe under me.  "Cin, when I get out of these cuffs, you have had it!  I'll get you soooooooo bad, you just wait."  When I dumped the other handcuffs on the floor she looked over and yelled, "What are you doing?  I don't want more handcuffs on!  Let me up!"  She continued to struggle, and her arms were right under my crotch.  I realized that all her struggling was rubbing my pussy, and I was liking it.  I was very wet and excited by the whole ordeal.

Julie had no chance to throw me off; I was ready for her now.  I took the second set of handcuffs and held them up.  I wasn't sure, but I thought they would fit around her elbows.  Taking my time, I pushed the ratchet through and placed the cuff on her arm, just above the elbow.  It fit just right and I clicked it shut on her arm.  Julie was struggling very violently, trying to throw me off.  "What are you doing, you bitch!" She was a little mad, but mostly acting.  "You better not do what I think you're going to do, Cindy, or I'll…"

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You'll what?  Lay here and be handcuffed?  I don't think you're strong enough to snap steel, so I'd be a good girl and be quiet if I were you.  Oh, and that bitch comment will cost you."  Julie's smell was intoxicating.  I pulled her  arms closer together and cuffed the elbows.  Her arms were really pulled tightly behind her now and I stayed sitting on her back.  "Cin, you can't sit like that, it really hurts my elbows.  Scoot down or something."

I slid down her back, and straddled her rear end.  "Is that okay?" I asked.  Julie replied, "Yeah, it takes the pressure off the elbows.  I'll be good, when you decide to let me up.  I'm really very helpless like this."  She kicked her feet and moved her arms a little to show that she was helpless and docile.  When she wiggled her hands, it was like a lightning bolt went through me, because I happened to be sitting on top of her hands.  I let out a little scream and slumped forward over her body.  My face was next to hers as I landed.

"Oh God, are you okay, Cin?"  Julie sounded terrified.  I told her I was fine.  "What happened?"  She asked.  "I thought you were having a heart attack or something and here I am all handcuffed like this."  She wiggled again and caused me to shriek AGAIN!

"Aha!  I think I get it now."  Julie's voice changed, got lower.  "You like having me in these handcuffs, don't you?"  She was sounding very seductive now.  "You like seeing me all cuffed and having me helpless…seeing me struggle."  She wiggled her bound arms and jingled the chains on her feet.  I felt light-headed and very excited.

Julie was really getting into it.  "Cin, let me go," she said in a whiny, begging voice.  "I'll be good - I promise.  Just take off these handcuffs, please?"  She was rubbing my crotch now, on purpose.  I wanted to get up but I was intoxicated by the whole scene.  My best friend, handcuffed, elbow cuffed, ankle cuffed, rubbing my pussy as I sat on top of her.  I was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Julie worked her fingers into my bikini bottom.  As soon as her fingers touched my wet clit, I started to cum.  I was still slumped over Julie and she turned her face to look at me.  "You look beautiful," she said.  "Do you want me to stop?"  I shook my head, since words wouldn't come out.  "Good, Cin, I want this too."  She craned her neck around and kissed me on the mouth.  I had never kissed a girl before, or been touched by a girl, or had a girl in handcuffs, and the combination sent me over the edge.  I came and came hard, screaming into her mouth as she kissed me.  The orgasm lasted for several minutes, and Julie kept rubbing my swollen clit the whole time as we kissed.

After it was over, I struggled to get up, and helped poor Julie to the sofa.  I poured some wine and drank it in a gulp.  "May I have some, too?"  Julie asked, in a very different, very submissive sounding voice.  "Sure, Julie," I answered.  I poured some more wine for her and held the glass to her mouth.  My hands were shaking, and some of the wine dribbled down her chin and onto her bikini top.  "I'm making a mess," Julie said.  "I can't seem to keep from spilling this wine all over."  She deliberately let a little dribble out of the corner of her mouth.  It ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

"How am I going to clean if off, Cin?"  Hers eyes looked so pleading, so desirable.  I leaned forward to wipe it off with my fingers, and she grabbed my fingertips with her lips and sucked the wine off my hand.  She was looking me right in the eye the whole time, and I was so hot I could hardly keep from falling off the couch.  She kept sucking on my fingers, gently but firmly, and slowly leaned backwards until I was forced to lean forward.  Suddenly, she stopped, leaned forward, and kissed me.  I pulled her in to my body, kissing her deeply in return.  I could feel the cuffs, still locked on her elbows, and my hands wandered down her arms to feel the handcuffs upon her wrists.  She struggled a bit while I was touching the cold, secure steel which made her my helpless prisoner.

"I spilled some on my top, too, Cin," Julie said between kisses.  "Please help me clean it off before it stains my top."  I kissed her one last time on the mouth, and moved to her neck, and continued down to her chest.  I licked the wine off her exposed breast above the bikini top.  "All better?" I asked.

"No, I'm sure some got under it," She moaned, very softly.  I gently pulled the bikini off her breast and licked it softly.  "There?" I asked, teasingly.

"Lower, please, lower," She cried out.  I took her nipple in my mouth and softly tongued it, and sucked on it.  Julie was moaning, and trying to push herself towards me, but she was pinned onto the sofa and unable to move.  All she could manage was twisting a little from side to side.  I kept sucking on her breast, and touched the other nipple with my hand, rolling it gently between my fingers.  She was moaning and breathing very heavily.  I knew I had to decide if I could go on to the next phase of love making and actually touch her pussy.  I quickly decided, she had already done that for me, so I could do no less for my best friend.
 
 

I slid my hand down between her legs and touched her crotch through the fabric of the bikini.  I could feel the heat and wetness soaking through the material.  As I continued to rub her crotch, she kept grinding into my hand.  She was breathing very loudly, almost gasping now, as the combination of my touch on her pussy and sucking and tweaking her nipples was having a tremendous effect on her.  I was beginning to get warmed up again, too, as she was grinding and bucking her hips up into my hand.  Julie was nearly there, when I slid down onto my knees and pulled her bikini bottom off.  "Oh God, Cin, please do what I think you're going to do," she panted, breathless.

I was sure this was what I wanted to do now.  I had her helpless before me, and I buried my face into her crotch with lust and abandon.  I wanted to make her cum so bad, I could feel it in my own crotch.  I sucked and licked her pussy, and put one hand down to touch myself.  I knew when she came, I would cum too.  As I licked her, and I played with myself and built up to orgasm, I looked at her chained feet, and thought how beautiful they looked.  In moments, we both came, and the orgasm was spectacular!  I kept fingering myself, and could not (or would not!) quit having orgasmic spasms.  I kept licking her, as Julie seemed to be cumming the whole time, grinding her pelvis into my mouth and screaming.  After a couple of minutes, she cried out, "Stop, Cin, it's too much and I'm going to...going to…oh God!"  Her cries only fueled me to lick and suck harder, and suddenly, she peed all over me!  Gushers and gushers of warm urine poured out of her and into my mouth!  I came so hard I nearly fainted and Julie could only lay there, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath.

"I tried to tell you, Cin, I really had to go!"  She was very apologetic.  "It's okay, Julie, it was wonderful!"  After I took off all the chains, and massaged her poor arms back to life, we showered and put on some clothes.  As we enjoyed some late night TV, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Who's turn next time?"