I couldn’t believe the sight I was glaring at. Here was a girl I had known casually, and only that, for a couple of months. We were both taking night classes at the local University where our studies had mirrored themselves over the last 2 years. We had studied together several times preparing for exams and other than that, there had been no other social activities between us.
Then came the phone call. Snapping back to reality, I was fixed at the scene laying before me. "Where did the keys go," I asked.
"Off to the side of the bed. I thought I heard them hit the floor."
I found them quickly. I started to come out with the keys and then suddenly still laying on the floor I stopped. "I can’t find them," I said, "are you sure they hit the floor?"
"No," she quipped, "I’m not."
"Do you have another set?"
"Yes; there is another set I keep in a safe place in the chest behind me in the third drawer down under my clothes at the bottom."
As I was getting out from under the bed, I carefully dropped the set of keys I found on the floor down between the box spring and the side board and prayed they wouldn’t fall out noisily on the floor. Thankfully, they didn’t. I moved behind her headed towards her bureau. Staring at the top drawer I started rummaging through the drawers. Sure enough, in the third drawer under her underwear I found the extra set.
"Have you found them yet?" she asked.
"I am still looking," I replied. Continuing my search, in the bottom drawer I found what I expected to see. "Look at this!" I exclaimed.
"What drawer are you in," she retorted.
"I’m in the bottom drawer," I replied.
"The keys are not in that drawer. I told you to look in the third drawer down."
"I’ll go back and look again." At this point I was killing some time fainting the effort of the search for the keys I already had in my hand. "From the contents of this bottom drawer, this predicament, you are now in, it’s one you may have been in before…"
"Please hurry up with the keys," she asked sheepishly.
Now the wheels in my head were rolling. She had put herself in this condition and an odd twist of fate had dumped her in my lap. I sat motionless for a short time thinking about the opportunity before me.
"Please hurry with the keys, the cuffs on my ankles are too tight and are cutting my legs."
"The ones you’re wearing aren’t very good," I said. "They don’t have double locks and under the right kind of movement can continue to close cutting off circulation and possibly doing permanent damage."
"I know that," she said. "They were the first ones I bought and I didn’t know the difference. You seem to know about handcuffs, do you own a pair or were you ever a police officer?"
"No to both questions," I replied, "I just know a little about them. I found the keys," I said. I closed all the drawers except the bottom one with all the "stuff" in it. At that time, I had a plan. Searching the bottom drawer, I came up with leather cuffs with a chain attached. There were some small padlocks in the bottom with keys stuck in lock. Moving over to her legs which were screeched out in a "Y", I began fastening the leather cuffs around each ankle. I had attached one ankle and then fastened the end of the chain to the corner of the bed. I used the handcuff key and removed the bracelets from that leg.
"Hey," she hollered, "what are you doing?" She instinctively shuffled her body what little she could and with one arm shot back to feel what had been done. I grabbed the arm and held it behind her and sure enough she swung the other behind her back in order to get free. With the free set of cuffs, I snapped both her wrists behind her back locking them in place.
"You’re supposed to be helping me get free," she said.
"I am, or at least I think I am." I proceeded to do the other leg with the leather cuff eliminating the handcuff but not changing her condition with the exception that her hands were locked behind her back. After the 2nd leg was fastened, I paused for a moment sensing her attitude to her new condition. She wasn’t screaming and the exclamations weren’t flying. I don’t think she wanted to be in this position at this time but she didn’t seem to be in any great hurry to get out of it after the tight cuffs were removed. I took another step. Back to the drawer I went to see what I could find to replace the handcuffs fastened to her wrists. There were several things in there I could have used but I was a little partial to the handcuffs after I had handled them. I took off downstairs to see what I could find to modify them to make them a little safer for longer wear which was now on my mind. I came across some electrical tape. With the tape in hand, I headed back upstairs. Taking the free pair I had, I put a about 4 wraps of the tape around the slide in bottom half and then fastened the 2nd set on her wrists. The tape acted as a stop and prevented additional tightening. Now she was fastened tightly but considering everything, comfortably. I then removed the first set of cuffs from her wrists.
As I stood up, I grabbed the sheet that was haphazardly covering her naked body, covering her better. I then walked around the front of her, pulled up a chair and sat down. I initially said nothing and just stared at her.
She broke the ice. "Well, what are you going to do now?"
"I’m not sure. Here are some things, however, that I do know. From the contents of the bottom drawer, you have been playing out scenes similar to this one for quite a little while. To say that I am mesmerized by this whole thing is an understatement. Up until now, I have never touched a set of handcuffs much less used them on anyone. I don’t think that this whole episode was any kind of plot to get me over here at this time because I could see you were in distress when I got here and you were in a condition that needed to be corrected. I also know that you put yourself in this position and you get some sort of gratification out of it. I have modified your position and I think I am going to let you stay this way a while longer. I have never experienced this before but I can tell you it has had a strange affect on me which prompted my reactions and thusly your current condition. With your hands locked behind your back, you cannot call anyone now. I frankly don’t know what I am going to do now and I need some time to contemplate all that has occurred. Where are the keys to your house?"
"They are downstairs on the kitchen table," she retorted.
I got up to walk away.
"Are you going to leave me like this? I could scream you know!"
"Yes, I guess you could. It appears that you have a couple of items in the bottom drawer to prevent that. Do I need to use them?
She said nothing to this question. I walked back to the bureau pulling out a red ball with a strap through it. I said nothing and walked back in front of her and moved it up to her lips. She understood its purpose and opened her mouth. I pushed the ball in behind her teeth and fastened the strap behind her head. There was a place for a lock but I saw no sense it doing it. She wasn’t going to get it out.
"Now," I said, "I am going to go downstairs, leave and lock your door, and then I am going to get in my car, go for a drive to try to sort things out. This whole thing has been a little overwhelming."