Hidden Cuffs Prompt Their Foray into Bondage Play

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing: There, buried in the bottom drawer of my boyfriend Todd’s dresser, was a pair of cuffs. These weren’t typical metal handcuffs, like the kind that cops carry. They weren’t cold or menacing. In fact, they were pink leather and fuzzy on the inside—and totally girlie. There was no way they could belong to anyone but an ex-girlfriend. I wanted to hurl them across the room, and I picked them up, planning to do just that, but as my fingers met the fur, another feeling came over me. I wanted to feel the cuffs around my wrists.

Instead of tossing them, I took them and sat down on the bed, opening the cuffs to examine them. Inside, the fake pink fur was indeed luxurious, not matted or rough, but soft and fluffy. I examined the bonds more closely, then felt myself blush as I pictured Todd and the exes of his I knew about who might have played with these. Did he cuff Ally’s hands above her head, then tickle her under her armpits? Did he put Monica’s wrists together behind her back, then make her suck him off?

If this was something that turned him on, I wanted to be privy to it, but I wasn’t solely being altruistic. Just holding the leather-and-fur cuffs made my pussy wet. I wrapped one cuff around a wrist, tightening it as best I could, then held it above my head, pretending Todd had shackled me to the bed. With my free hand, I dove between my pussy lips, stroking my wetness as the warm fur encased my wrist. I usually use a vibrator to come, but this time, I was able to get myself off in minutes using only my fingers. Afterward, I slipped the cuffs under my pillow, thinking they’d come in handy later.

When Todd arrived home, I was humming as I stirred pasta sauce on the stove. Usually I have the TV on, but that day I was content to fantasize about the cuffs. I was grateful for the fur because that kept the cuff from leaving any telltale marks, and I wanted to surprise Todd with my new interest in bondage. “Hi, honey,” he said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “You look very happy.” He paused to nuzzle my neck and run his hands over my ass. “Anything special happen today?”

“Maybe,” I said, then swatted his hand away and returned to cooking.

“What does that mean?” he asked, dropping his briefcase and loosening his tie. When he walked back over, he stood behind me, letting me feel his hard cock pressing against my backside.

He started trying to lift up my dress and pull down my panties, seemingly forgetting about whatever secret I might have to share, but I told him he’d have to wait until after dinner to have me. He gave my ass a squeeze and went to change his clothes. He was still gone when I was ready to serve dinner, so I went upstairs to find him. I saw Todd holding the cuffs, which he’d apparently found. I guess my hiding spot wasn’t such a good one.

He looked up at me, the sensual playthings sitting next to him on the bed. Just the sight of them aroused me fiercely once more. “So, you know about these?” he asked, his voice shaky.

“Well, I know you have them. And I figure you used them with one of your exes.” He nodded, looking nervous. “Todd, I’m not mad. I would’ve liked it if you’d told me, but that’s behind us. After I found the cuffs, I tried them on. And guess what?” I whispered, stepping closer and lifting up my dress so he could see the wetness on my panties. “I got really turned on.”

“You did?” he asked, sounding almost confused. “I never thought you’d be into bondage…”

“Well, you never asked. But now I’m asking you. Will you use them on me?” I looked up at him, my nipples hard points jutting against the thin fabric of my dress.

“You don’t have to ask me twice, Irene. Strip and lie down on your back.” His voice had gone from his usual relaxed tone to something much sterner. Hearing it made me jump—and caused a trickle of wetness to seep from my aching pussy.

I got undressed and lay down as he’d instructed. Todd leaned over me to fasten the cuffs; I could see the outline of his erect cock, and I stuck out my tongue, tracing the outline of his dick. “Did I say you could do that, Irene?” he asked as he secured one cuff and then the other. The cuffs were linked by a chain, which he wove through the headboard’s slats, and when I tugged to test my bonds, I found that the cuffs held me in place. I licked his cock again, just to be naughty.

He moved away, then tickled my armpit. I laughed and squirmed, even though the tickling felt good. It was my natural instinct to try to move. “If you want me to fuck you, Irene—and I have a feeling you do—you should listen to what I say,” he said, turning away from me to run a finger along my slit. “Oh, yeah. You’re ready to get fucked good and hard.”

“Yes,” I said, hoping that would hasten things.

“First, there’s something I want to do,” he said. “Stay right there.” We both laughed because all I could do was roll over, and I had no desire to move anyway. I spread my legs wide, giving him a better view of my cunt, but he still walked out. He came back with a blindfold, which he slipped over my eyes. Having my sight cut off made me more in tune with the rest of my body. I had to listen for cues to guess what he’d do next. I heard his zipper, then the swoosh of his pants coming off.

He knelt over me again, rubbing his cockhead against my opening, then pulling back when I tried to urge him inside. I heard him jerking off, the sound of his hand pumping his dick barely audible. “I’m thinking about how good it would feel to spray you with my come. Wouldn’t that feel good?” he asked. I moaned, picturing his fingers wrapped around his dick. I couldn’t see it and I couldn’t feel it, but I was completely aroused nonetheless.

“Tell me what you want, Irene,” he said. I knew this was a test. Did I want him to shoot all over me or slide his cock into my warm, wet pussy? It was a tough decision because I love feeling him come on my skin, but I was so horny I needed to be fucked.

“I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, and then pull out and come in my mouth,” I said.

“Oh, Irene. Those cuffs sure agree with you,” he said, and then rammed his cock straight into my soaked cunt.

I shuddered, wrapping my legs around him as I tried to match him thrust for thrust. My balance was off from having the cuffs around my wrists, but I liked the sensation. I could move my legs and used them to full advantage while he drilled me with his dick just the way I like. He stroked my clit, rubbing it with his thumb, and then pressing hard against my button until I exploded, coming all over his cock.

Almost immediately afterward, Todd pulled out and sank his cock between my lips. I sucked steadily, drawing him deep into my throat. He touched my fingers with his, and I curled them around his hand, grateful for the contact as he filled my mouth the way he’d filled my pussy, his fat cock taking up the entire space. “Are you ready for it?” he asked, and I moaned against his cock, trying to say yes.

“Good,” he said, then removed his hand from mine and proceeded to pump his dick until his cream filled my mouth. Normally, I’d have had my hands on his cock myself, but being bound added a whole new dimension to my blowjob. The cuffs were warm and soft, a reminder that he was in control of me. I swallowed his cream and he slowly pulled out, then removed the blindfold. “You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing me tenderly. When he went to remove the cuffs, I protested, not yet ready to be free.

“Lie down with me. I want to wear them for a little while longer.” He did, teasing me by sucking on my fingers and tickling my arm. When he finally removed the cuffs, I gave him a big hug. “Thank you for sharing that with me. Do you have any other secrets?”

“Maybe,” he said, winking at me.

If I find out about any other goodies he’s stashed away, I’m going to make sure we put them to good use.

—Ms. Irene D., Madison, Wisconsin