by Mara (hc2b@excite.com)
The phone rings. It's him. He tells me to be ready at 7pm sharp.
I always am. I check myself one last time in the mirror. Black dress with
spaghetti straps, just above knee length. That ought to get his attention.
The doorbell rings. It's him. Right on time, as usual. He gives me the
once over, smiles and takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. He goes
to the black case and opens it. He studies the content for a few minutes.
I know he's looking for something special for me. After he decides, he
calls me to him. I lift my wrists to him. He places a wide silver bangle
bracelet on my right wrist and snaps the safety catch closed. He then places
to 2 thinner silver bangles on me. He completes it by placing an identical
wide silver bracelet as the first on me. Then he puts the same combo of
bracelets on my left wrist. I smile knowing how he enjoys this so. For
the icing on the cake, he goes to the brown case, removes 2 pairs of handcuffs,
he places one pair of the handcuffs on me, hands in front, the cuffs placed
in the middle of the 2 thinner bangles on each wrist. He takes the second
pair of cuffs and cuffs himself to my left wrist. We both smile at each
other and proceed to the car. Being cuffed like this, I have to get into
the driver's side door and slide across the seat. Being cuffed like this
hundreds of times before, we are expert at getting in without much hassle.
My handcuffed wrists follow his as he goes through the routine of starting
the car. But before he starts the car, he leans across the seat so that
our lips can kiss. My pulse races at the taste of his lips. He starts the
car and we are off to dinner. He says that he has something special planned.
I'm curious, but not overly. He tries to come up with different things
to keep it exciting. We arrive at the restaurant and reluctantly he uncuffs
us. He takes the cuffs and places them in his jacket pocket. He usually
places them in the glove compartment so they are waiting for us when we
are done, but this is not the first time I will eat being in handcuffs.
We walk into the restaurant. It's small, dark, romantic lighting and atmosphere.
There are only 5 other couples there. The maitre d' takes us to a booth
in the back. It's one of those half-curved booths with a long tablecloth
around it. There is no one on either side of us. About as private as it
can get. We sit together in the middle of the cushioned seat. The waiter
takes our drink order and leaves. We look into each other's eyes again.
This will happen a lot tonight. He reaches for my left wrist; holds my
hand as he runs his across the bracelets, feels the smoothness of them.
He goes into his pocket and removes one pair of handcuffs. I willingly
raise both my wrists in anticipation of being cuffed. He doesn't disappoint
me. He places the cuffs in the center of my bracelets again. He takes out
the second set of handcuffs and places on end on my left wrist. But he
doesn't cuff the other end to himself as he usually does. He takes the
cuff and places it under the table and cuffs it to something there. I am
cuffed to the table. I can't get out. I love it. I lean into him and ask
how did he know there was something there to cuff me to. He said that he
was at this restaurant earlier in the week with a client for lunch. He
accidentally dropped his fork on the floor. As he bent to retrieve it,
he noticed a screw eye bolt in the table and instantly thought that this
would be an ideal place to cuff me. So here I am. I don't get cuffed to
things while we eat, but I trust him and just sit back to enjoy the feeling.
Our hands touch under the table as he plays with the bracelets and cuffs
on my wrists. He sees the waiter coming back with our drinks and menu.
He accepts the drinks, places them on the table and takes just one menu.
He asks the waiter for a few minutes for us to decide what to order. The
waiter leaves to wait a discrete distance away. He puts his right arm around
my shoulders and opens the menu in front of us. Being an exclusive restaurant,
the menus are large and long. He raises the menu in front of us to sneak
another kiss from me. Delicious. He calls the waiter over after we have
selected our meal and takes the menu back. Again, our hands touch under
the table. We hold hands and whisper sweet nothings to each other. He notices
the waiter headed from the kitchen and realizes that the appetizers are
coming out. He removes the cuff on my right wrist so I can eat, but places
the other end into the eyebolt. So here I sit two pairs of handcuffs hold
me prisoner to our table. I just smile and accept it. I go through the
appetizers and dinner still cuffed to the table. After dinner, I mention
to him that I need to powder my nose. Reluctantly, again, he uncuffs me
from the table. He removes one pair of cuffs and places them in my bag.
I smile knowing what he wants me to do. I take the bag and begin to get
up. But before I do, I reach for his hand and place it in the handcuff
still attached to the table. I say what's good for the goose is good for
the gander, kiss his cheek and leave. I turn around to look at him as I
leave. He smiles a mischievous smile that says payback is due. That's fine
with me. I finish up in the ladies room and look at myself in the mirror,
making sure everything is looking ok. I checked before I came into the
powder room to see if anyone else was there. Since was only one other couple
in the restaurant left, I assumed I would be safe. I take the cuffs out
of my bag and place them on my wrists. The way the light reflects of the
silver bracelets and handcuffs is intoxicating. I close my eyes to imagine
what he doing imagining me in her handcuffing myself. I like what I see.
All too soon it's time to remove the cuffs and go back to our table. As
I get back, he looks at me askingly. I shake my head yes and this huge
smile appears on his face. As I sit back in my spot, I check to see if
he is still cuffed to the table. He is. I take out the cuffs from my bag
and cuff myself to the table along side his. We eat dessert cuffed to the
table together; holding hands and running our hands over each other's handcuffed
wrists. The waiter comes to the table, asks if there will be anything else,
and leaves the check. We uncuff each other from the table and get up to
leave. I walk out before him. I gave him a little promise of what was to
come by placing my hands behind my back and walking our like I was cuffed.
I didn't see him, but just knew his mouth was wide open seeing me like
this. We get to the car and hug for a few minutes. The cuffs reappear and
are placed on my wrists again. We get into the car and I expect him to
cuff himself to me. But he has other ideas. He cuffs me to the rearview
mirror. We drive home with both of us looking at my wrists, all bracelets
and handcuffs. The site is breathtaking. As we pull up to the house, he
uncuffs me. I'm disappointed. I want to stay cuffed. But I should have
more trust. He cuffs my hands behind my back with both sets of cuffs. Well,
you started it in the restaurant he says. We walk to my door, his arms
around me, my head on his shoulder. He let's us in, closes the door and
we kiss again, long and loving. He then sweeps me up in his arms and takes
me into the bedroom.