Jennifer and Stacy's Saturday Night Story

by Jennifer
 

My friend Stacy and I had been invited to a party later in that night, and we really didn’t have any plans, so Stacy got a couple drinks out of the fridge, and we started drinking em. Well, after about 4 hours of drinking, we were gone, only I was worse off than Stacy.
 

Well, I was on the couch giggling uncontrolably when Stacy looked at the clock and noticed that it was time to go to the party (It was at a club) She got up, went into her room and started getting ready, and told me to do the same.
 

I stumbled into my room, still a little drunk, and tried to find something to wear. I ended up wearing a REALLY short skirt that was white, and a red sleevless top. I put my make-up on, and i was ready to go. I was doing better now, so i went back out into the main room, took one look at Stacy, and went back to giggling again. She wasn’t wearing anything funny, in fact, she looked pretty good, but I was still kinda drunk. She had sobered up quite a bit, and decided to have some fun with me.
 

She noticed I wasn’t wearing shoes (hey, its ok to forget things when ur drunk) and she knew I wasn’t in any condition to wear heels, so she grabbed my sandals, and they looked good with my outfit, but a pair of heels would have looked so much better. Anyways, along with that, she grabbed my handcuffs and leg irons too.
 

She came back, trew my sandals at me, and keeping the cuffs hidden, held a somewhat normal conversation with me, all the time getting closer and closer to me. Me being drunk, put my shoes on, and tried to keep up the conversation, but I kept breaking out into laughter. Then she said, "Jen, I’ve had enough of this, you’re getting the treatment" and with that, she grabbed my hands, and cuffed them in front of me. I looked at my cuffed hands, laughed some more. Then she bent down, and put the leg irons on my ankles, and said something like "There, NOW you’re ready to go".

I just looked at my chains, kicked my feet out, and started getting the chain to sway, saying something dumb like "It looks pretty" or something to that affect. Then Stacy stood me up, and escorted me to car.
 

I hobbled down the steps to the parking lot (I say hobbled, cuz I was still kinda gone, but I was getting better, and the shackles didn’t help) She opened the door for me, and I got in. She went around to the other side, and we were off to the club.
 

The club was about a 45 minute drive away, so I had some time to recover from my drunkeness, and about 10 minutes before we got there, I came out of it big time. I had a major headache, but that I could deal with. I looked at my hands and feet, and looked at Stacy like "What the HELL is going on" I asked her, "Why am I cuffed?" She said "Cuz you wouldn’t stop laughing, and we needed to leave" I asked her if she had the keys, and she said yes.  Then I asked her if she was going to un-cuff me when we got to the club.  She said "I dunno, maybe I’ll parade you around all chained like that" My face got white with terror.
 

She pulled into the club, got out, and opened the door. I got out, and demanded that she release me from the cuffs. She said "OK, jeez, I was gonna anyway, hold on" She bent down, unlocked my feet from the leg irons, put them in the car, and handed me her coat, and took off for the club entrance. I just stood there in shock, ran after her and said "Wait, what about the handcuffs?!?!?!?" She said "What about em?"
"Take em off!"
"Na, I’ll leave em on you, it’ll look cute with ur outfit"
"Stacy, take em off now!"
"You can use em to pick up guys, he he he"
"TAKE EM OFF NOW!"
"K, jeez, just messin with you, sorry"
With that, she unlocked my wrists, put the cuffs in her coat pocket, and we were off.
 

After a night of dancing and drinking, and just having a good time, I stumbled out of the club with Stacy helping me. She’s not as big a drinker as I am, (We’re in college, both in our 3rd year) so she was driving home.  I reached into her pocket, grabbed the handcuffs, and said "I’ve been a bad girl tonight", and locked my hands together in front of me. So there we were, Stacy carrying our shoes (after a night of dancing, our feet were SORE!) and me leaning on her, handcuffed. What a sight to see. We got to the car, she opened the back door, threw our stuff in, opened the door for me, and helped me in. By the time she had gotten around to her side, I had locked the leg irons back on my feet. She just looked at me and laughed.  She says I kept saying "Jennifer’s been bad, take me to jail" but I don’t remember it (as usual eh?) Anyway, she said I fell asleep in the car on the way home, and when we did arrive home, she opened the door for me, took the shackles off, and helped me to bed. I woke up still cuffed the next morning, and thats the story of a Saturday night I had a few weeks ago.