It all started innocently enough.  Stan and I were dating and would take walks in the evening, often hand-in-hand.  I had trouble keeping up with him, more because of my more laid-back inclination than being shorter or less in shape.

One night when I lagged, he took a pair of handcuffs and put one half onhis
wrist and one half on mine.  We continued to walk hand-in-hand, but this time I HAD to keep up.

This was the way we did it most nights, and we did get an interesting look from people we passed in the park, but since it was after dark, mostly we went unnoticed.

One night Stan said that he wanted to do a faster walk around the park; this was after our usual walk.  I said that I'd had enough so he took me to a nearby bench, sat me down, removed his cuff and snapped it to the armrest on the bench.  He did his walk and came back to release me.

A week later, he again felt like an added walk and took me to a pole and locked my wrists together on the other side of the pole.  The next time, same pole but this time my arms were behind me.  When he returned, he fondled my tits and I was unable to stop him.  (We had already started  having sex.)  He released me from the pole but put my arms behind my back and relocked the cuffs.

"I don't want you playing with yourself on the way back."  Cruel man!

On the way back, he offered a bet, that I could not spend the weekend in  handcuffs.  I thought about it and told him that we would draw up a contract to govern it.

We had really good sex when we returned to my place, since I was already pretty well on the way to an orgasm already.

Later that night, before he went home, we agreed on the details.
(1)  if I did survive, I could do the same to him the next weekend
(2)  if I did not, we would keep trying until I did
(3)  the hours would be 6m Friday to 6pm Sunday.  [That way I could get a good night's sleep on Sunday if the cuffs kept me from sleeping the other two nights.]
(4)  no sexual relations, including oral sex, during the time
(5)  no gags or blindfolds allowed, or a head-covering hood
(6)  I could request a chance of position after three hours.  [This prevented him from just locking me to a tree, hands behind my back, and waiting until I submitted.]
(7)  regular food and potty breaks
(8)  if we left the house, nothing which would allow me to be seen by anyone  might know.
[I did't expect us to go public but this was just a precaution.]
(9)  legirons and collars were OK.  At least one form of metal restraint was to be on my body at all times.

We set it up for two weekends down the road and we each signed it.

It was a long ten days . . . but in the end, worth waiting for.

I arrived at Stan's house a little before 6:00 on Friday.  I had been thinking about this all day and was quite "high."  He had instructed me to wear my black turtleneck unitard, which I did.  (He always liked tight-fitting clothes on me, and I will admit with no modesty that I filled them out well.)

When he answered the door, he took my coat and told me to go into the next room.  There on the floor was a pile of chains and some cuffs.

"Let's see, shally I start with the top or with the bottom?  Let's make it the top."

He picked up a steel collar and locked it on my neck.  It was a shock to have all that weight suddenly hanging from my neck.  But what was even stranger was just standing there waiting for the rest of my manacles.  I had put the "no resistance" clause in for HIS weekend but I did wish I could be overpowered and forcefully cuffed.

I had thought about that during our walks.  How I wanted to run as soon as he released my cuff from the bench, then have him tackle me and cuff me behind my back.  And then when he felt confident I was in his controlm, to run again and maybe force a collar/leash or legirons to further subdue me.
But not now.  Now I felt like a wrestler lying on the ground and inviting a body slam.

He next locked my wrists, not with one but with two pairs of handcuffs.   They were different - - he had taken two pairs of cuffs, cut the chain so  that there were two links on each, and welded a ring between them.  This gave me a little more room but also some flexibility, as I shall mention in a moment.  Then two pairs of legirons.  There was a chain running from the
front of the collar to the legiron, thru the ring in the handcuffs.  With a padlock, he could secure the habndcuffs at any link in the chain he wanted. And since this flexibility was there, he could lock my hands behind my back with no discomfort. (Well, maybe not "no.")

And the double cuffs served a big purpose, not security but comfort.  By  having an extra-wide pressure point.  I appreciated that.

We went into the living room where he served dinner.  It was difficult eating with the manacles.  And then an evening of TV.

Before bedtime, he undid the collar and wrists and unzipped me to use the downstairs bathroom.  Then he zipped me up and replaced the collar, but now with the chain running behind my back.  After my hands were secured behind, he snapped a leash onto a ring on the collar and led me upstairs.

He had a hospital-type bed in the guest room, with bars down the side. (But no adjustments for up, down, etc.)  He removed the collar and wrists, had me climb on the bed, and then handcuffed each wist to a side rail.  (He had given me a choice of being on my back or my belly.)  Then the legirons came off and my ankles were also attached to the side rail.  Then a new collar with chains on each side attached to the rail.  I was sure immobile!

Before he left, he started playing with my nipples.  It drove me crazy but how could I stop him?   He stopped and left the room, turning off the light.
  I twisted and turned but there was no way my fingers could reach my body to try to finish the fire he had started in me.

I just had to suffer and hope that I could calm down and get to sleep.  I eventually did.
 
 

When Stan woke me up on Saturday morning, I was surprised at how rested I  felt.  But when I saw it was 10:00, I understood.  I did have vague recollections of waking up or pulling on the chains when I tried to turn in bed, but all that seemed to be left from a semi-restless night was some sweat on my unitard and urine where I had voided without waking up.  (What good could being awake have done, anyway?)

Stan unlocked my ankles from the bed and then relocked them with legirons.
[Remember, I was to be locked in something at all times.]  He then released the rest of me and had me stand by the bed.  He removed the unitard all the way to the ankles, relocked my hands behind my back, and then removed the legirons and then the unitard, and then back on again for the legirons.
While I went into the bathroom, he tossed the unitard into the washing machine.

I assured him when he returned and I had finished that he had no reason to keep me from pleasuring myself, since the feeling I had the night before when he had played with my tits was now gone.  He turned up the heat and then allowed me to be cuffed in front, and left me stark naked.  We had breakfast, I did the dishes (a fun thing while cuffed), and I ran the
vacuum cleaner.  All while naked.

About 1:00, he told me I should try to get a little nap because it was going to be a busy afternoon and evening, and maybe a late one at that.  He took me back to the bed and this time I laid on my stomach.  He secured the feet and wrists to the sides but left the neck alone.  He covered me up and left me to nap, which I managed to do for abn hour or so.

When he released me, we went thru the reverse of when he took off my unitard.  It went back on and after the ankles were secured, he brought out The Belt.  It was actually a spotters' belt from gynmastics; he had worked at a school where they decided to get a new one for safety purposes, and when the gym teacher retired, Stan just took the other one home - - after all, nobody but that gym teacher knew there was an older one in the supply
room.

It was 3-4 inches wide, heavy leather, with a buckle in front and rings on either side.  It was PERFECT for bondage play because you could turn it so the rings were front and back, and choose shich one to atach hands to, and put them at the sides.  He did that, put  padlock thru the buckle, and then put the center ring of the handcuffs thru the hasp before locking it.
Remember when I said he had combined two pairs of handcuffs for the neck/wrist/ankle combination?  Here is where the leftover cuffs went; they were attached to the rings on the side by padlocks.  He put my elbows into the cuffs and closed them. It was a tight fit but he could get the hasp closed a couple of clicks.  He added a collar and led me out to the car on
a leash.

When we were in the car, he put the seat belt on me and since the buckle for that was out of reach, I was secured in the car.  (He could have attached my legirons to the frame under the seat but did not.  The same with the collar; it too went unattached to anything.)

After driving for awhile - - and I did get some stares from drivers at stoplights who saw my collar - - he pulled into the driveway of a fast-food restaurant.  He left my hands cuffed but removed the collar, belt, and  legirons.  He draped a coat over my shoulders so I could hide my cuffed hands and we went in.  He ordered and carried the tray, but I had a funny
feeling when he headed for a whole group of teenaged girls who were having a fun time.  We sat at a table near them and there was nio way they could escape seeing me trying to eat my burger with cuffed hands.  At least we were a couple of hours from home, so I was safe from being recognized.

When we finished eating, I told Stan I had to used the bathroom.  He took out the legirons and applied them, then released my hands and unzipped the unitard.  This REALLY drew attention from the girls.

"In case you ar wondering, she's a runaway and I am delivering her back to her family."  Did they buy that?  Who knows, who cares.  Their expressions were priceless and made me feel excited within.  I went to the bathroom and Stan zipped me up and recuffed me, but left the legirons on.  We went out a side door and I magine the girls really expoded with laughter or whatever else.  They sure had something to tell to friends at school Monday morning
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- if they waited that long.

And then we set off for the next part of my Great Adventure.

Diana