Time After Time (C) Dino 2003
= Part 3 =
It was their first kiss, and the feelings it generated in Judy nearly
overwhelmed her. They were the perfect height, the two of them, with her
barefoot, and Brent wearing just sandals. Her wrist chain was trapped between
their tummies and it held her hands at his sides. She could feel his muscles
through the thin tee shirt he wore.
Brent's tongue teased her lips to part, then tentatively pushed past, softly
making contact with the tip of hers. Then, more forcefully, Brent pressed harder
against her mouth, forcing her to tip her head back. His hand traveled up her
back, brushing the towel aside, reaching for her head to hold it tightly against
his lips. Judy grew weak in the knees. But she could not fall: Brent had her
body held tightly against his.
Judy opened her eyes, and her vision was filled with his two brilliant blues,
drinking her in in a heavy lidded stare. His hold on her tightened as he drew
her lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently, but firmly, enough to hold
her there and to further impress his dominance on her. Judy felt herself falling
backwards, and, taking a step back, she realized that Brent was standing on her
ankle chain. She couldn't run, even if she'd wanted to.
The kiss broke, with the presence of his lips now a palpable absence. Judy's
head moved forward to find only air. Brent's arms supported her until she
regained her balance, then he let her go. Then he took a step back, to survey
the aftermath of their contact.
The girl's face and chest were flushed deep red. Her fingertips fluttered across
her belly, nervously, not knowing where to go. But as Brent watched, her hands
lowered, and one finger reached out to press lightly against her clit.
Had her hands gone to her breasts, to tease her own swollen nipples and to
caress her flesh, Brent would have been disappointed. That would have been the
tease, the coy flirtation that would have said, "Look at me. I'm so beautiful."
But instead, and as he hoped she would, Judy's fingers, likely without conscious
thought from her, stalked through her downy curls to splay open the lips of her
vagina. Brent watched, intently, as the pinkness of her tiny clitty peeked into
view. He saw her shudder as her fingertip connected with it.
Brent reached out to hook his finger in the chain near her left wrist cuff.
"Come with me," he ordered. They passed the chair he'd sat in and he reached
down for the wine bottle and his glass. "The raccoons will play with these and
probably break them," he explained. Inside the kitchen he set the glass and the
bottle down.
Judy was led up the stairs to the master bedroom. Her ankle chain clacked and
rattled on the wood stairs and in the hallway. Along the way they passed by the
guest bedroom, and Judy's bag of clothes. Except for maybe a toothbrush, thought
Judy, I won't be needing much out of there.
Judy was led to the bed and made to sit on the edge. Brent stood before her and
began to undress. Judy watched him. She pushed a finger underneath her wrist
cuff. The inside felt wet and cool from her swim earlier. The wet cuffs didn't
slide as easily on her skin as when they'd been dry, she observed. But they
still felt good to her. Like they belonged on her.
Brent was down to his undershorts. Boxers, Judy noticed. He'd tossed his shorts
and his tee shirt on a chair in the corner of the bedroom after he'd taken them
off, and now his fingers were under the waistband of his final article of
clothing. Down they slid on his thighs, and his manhood sprang free. He lifted
one foot, then the other, then flipped his shorts in the direction his other
clothes had taken.
Brent stood, naked, before his pretty captive girl. Now that they were in the
more formal setting of his bedroom, the place he generally thought sex should
occur, he felt free to look at Judy in a more sexual way. Her breasts stood
magnificent. There would be time enough later on to sample their sweetness. Her
tummy pooched out slightly when she sat, and that was because she was carrying a
few extra pounds there. It was Ok, though. Brent liked a more fuller look to his
women.
However Judy's legs were somewhat skinny. The ankle cuffs were rather loose
around her ankles. He'd have to get her going on the exercise bike if he decided
he was going to keep her around. And he wondered, as he took in her beauty,
would this girl be worth keeping around? This he intended to find out in the
next little while.
Moving closer, Brent stood in front of the girl. Her hands raised and she
lightly touched his penis. Cradling it with one hand, her other hand closed
around the shaft, which responded to her touch by growing stiffer. A drop of
pre-cum glistened at the tip. Judy brought her face closer, to taste of that
drop of wetness.
Brent's head involuntarily fell back when the girl took his member into her
mouth. There was no hesitation from her; she took nearly the whole of its length
down in one go. He felt her eyes on him, and he looked down, to see her looking
up at him with his root firmly lodged deep in her throat. Judy drew back, inch
by tantalizing inch, until just the tip was barely between her lips. She grinned
at him, gave him the barest hint of a tease, then took it down again. Brent let
his eyes close, and he gave in to the feelings the girl was giving him.
Pubic hair tickled her nose. She felt him twitch when a hair on his thigh got
snagged in her chain, and she vowed to be more careful. Judy began a slow,
teasing, up and down motion on his cock which soon had him reaching for her
shoulders to steady himself. Judy drew back and let the tip drop from her lips
with a wet sounding plop. She looked up at him again.
Brent opened his eyes and saw Judy looking at him, waiting for him to lead her
into the next move. He didn't need much coaxing. Brent stepped around her to
kneel on the bed, and Judy slid backwards to lie on her back. She reached back
to grab a pillow and tuck it under her head, but before she was able to bring
her hands down again, Brent was prone on top of her. He was working at fitting
his cock home.
Judy wanted to raise her legs to ease the way, but the chain linking her feet
prevented it. Brent hooked a foot over the chain to drag her feet down again,
then he pushed his feet under the chain leaving Judy free to raise her legs up.
With her knees by his side and the chain across his bum, Brent was able to line
himself up with her and drive it in.
Judy felt the sudden rush of fullness as Brent's cock pushed into her. Despite
his size, it glided in easily because she was so wet. Had been, she realized,
ever since he'd chained her. Judy brought her hands down with her wrist chain
across his back. She held on tightly, squeezing his body with her legs and her
hands. Her feet were getting yanked upwards with each thrust because of the
chain pressed against his bum.
Brent had wanted this first time to last, but the girl under him was simply
responding so beautifully. He got an arm over one of hers and, holding it down,
he felt her wrist chain go tight across his back. He also felt the chain
connecting her feet pressing hard against his backside. The girl would doubtless
be feeling the pull of all four cuffs holding her tightly against him. Brent
slowed a bit to thrust a few strokes in deeper, and was rewarded with a shudder
and a tightening as the girl orgasmed. He slowed a bit more to sync up with the
ebb and flow of her cum, then rode her through it. Then, when she was holding on
a peak, Brent picked up the pace and drove on.
She was powerless against the unstoppable force of this monstrous beast pounding
her insides. Her chains held her tightly to him and his weight bore her down,
fixing her in place like she was glued to the bed. She'd cum, a crashingly
mindblowing cum, and was even now being driven headlong to the brink of another.
Judy threw back her head and gasped air. Her teeth began chattering, then, a low
guttural sound escaped from her throat. Every muscle in her body tensed,
preparing for the onslaught. Her mind teetered on the edge for a long moment,
and then she tipped over into another orgasm.
He watched her face contort, then heard her moan of ecstasy. He felt the force
of her cum as a vise grip on his penis. Brent could hold on no longer himself.
He slowed his thrusts, pushed in deep, and he came. Wave after wave of his
release flooded through his brain as he pumped a big load of cum into the
chained girl beneath him. And when he was done, when he'd pumped himself as dry
as a desert, he slumped on top of the girl and they panted hot breath into each
other's ears.
It was just a few minutes before Brent disentangled himself from Judy's chains,
and rolled off her to lay sprawled on his back. His breathing slowed, then
quietened, and after a little while Judy heard the slight nasal rasp of his
snoring. He was asleep. Judy slid to the side of the bed and stood up. She tried
to walk with her feet apart, so her chain wouldn't hit the floor and make noise,
while she went to the toilet. She peed, and cleaned up a bit, all the while
thinking what a wonderful lover she'd found in this mysterious man she'd chanced
to meet.
Back in bed, Brent shifted over when she settled in beside him but he didn't
wake. It was some time later on when Judy felt a warm hand come to rest upon her
tummy. She'd always been a bit self conscious about her spare tire, as she'd
sometimes heard it called, and she tensed when Brent's hand moved over her
belly. His hand lightly squeezed the area around her belly button, then slipped
down toward her sex. A finger gently insinuated itself between her thighs, right
at her opening, and came to rest there. Judy looked, but the room was too dark
to see his face. Yet she knew that he was still asleep.
Hanging over top of the window was one of those roll up blinds made from strips
of bamboo. It was up, and sunlight streamed into the room, washing the foot of
the bed with light. Judy felt its warmth on her feet through the thin sheet that
covered her and Brent.
Brent's hand still lay between her thighs, and she was wondering how to get up
to go to the bathroom when he stirred beside her. His eyes opened, flashing deep
blue irises, which rivaled the blueness of the morning sky.
"Mmmmm," he murmured contentedly. "Morning, darlin'."
"Morning yourself, kind sir." Judy's hand slid up his arm and her chain snaked
along his wrist. "Permission to go make your breakfast?"
"Nope," he stated. "You're the guest this weekend. It's my job to fix us
something."
"Then could I take a shower?"
"Sure. Help yourself."
Brent watched the girl as she stood. He turned on his side and held his head in
one hand as she walked out of his bedroom. His eyes traced the curves of her
back. Their lovemaking session last night had left him drained and very
satisfied. If the girl had been holding back, as he suspected she had been at
times, she'd have passions aplenty just waiting for him to tap into. Yes, he
thought as he arose, this one could definitely be a keeper.
Downstairs, Brent fixed up a breakfast of buckwheat pancakes, a light fluffy
omelet with chopped ham and veggies, and some coffee. Judy walked into the
kitchen and was handed a glass of juice. Brent could see that she was becoming
more comfortable in her chains, and also, with her being nude. She took a seat
where he'd poured a coffee for her.
Over breakfast they got to know one another a bit more. One of Brent's neighbors
raised horses, which he'd sometimes borrow in exchange for car repairs, or other
handy work. Brent suggested that he'd go get a couple, and they'd ride out to
the lake behind his property. Judy said that sounded like fun. So after they'd
eaten, Judy offered to clean up while he went over to pick up the horses.
Judy was sitting on the front porch swing by the time Brent returned, riding one
horse, a second in tow behind. One thing she hadn't figured on was that her
ankle chain would make it impossible to sit on a horse the normal way. However
knowing a bit about this man, his taking her chains off wasn't going to be an
option. Though what he did next surprised and shocked Judy a little.
Brent helped Judy up onto the animal's back, but he had her lay across the
saddle on her stomach. Then, using a couple pieces of rope, he tied the center
link of her wrist and ankle chains to each opposing stirrup, crossing the ropes
and chains tight underneath the horse. Brent then left her like that for a
moment to go inside.
Judy raised her head up to look around the yard. She tried to quell her rising
panic. Here she was, totally naked, in chains, and tied down across a horse,
like a piece of baggage no less, in broad daylight in the middle of someone's
front lawn. Did Brent get mail delivery? This scene would certainly make the
mailman's day. Judy could picture the guy guffawing back at the post office
about the 'nekid chick he saw tied to a horse!'. Then she remembered seeing the
mail box that was out by the road, but that only heightened her anxiety. Could
she be seen from the road? The way she was facing she couldn't tell. She let her
head fall, and felt her face flush with her shame.
But was it really all shame she was feeling? Judy tested her bonds. She pulled
her hands and feet against the chain and ropes that held her down. The animal
under her shook its big head and sidestepped, making her tense and hold still.
If the creature decided to bolt with her on it's back, that would be another
pretty sight! Would the beast return to the neighbor's barn? Or would it gallop
straight to the nearest town with her helplessly strapped to its back? Judy
quickly looked up at the sound of the front door opening and, relieved, saw
Brent coming out and carrying what could be their lunch.
Brent went to his captive to look at her. He saw that her face was quite red,
and she appeared to be somewhat agitated. Her smile was definitely a bit forced.
Brent stroked her horse, and her, in an attempt to calm them both.
"Ready?" he asked her.
"As much as I'll ever be," she quipped, trying not to show her fear. But she hid
it poorly.
"Come on," he said. "You'll feel better when we get going."
Climbing up on his horse, and with the other animal and his captive in tow, they
set off.
Brent led them around the house and across the back lawn. They rode past the
pool and a patch of garden, to an opening in the brush surrounding the yard.
This led onto a trail through a meadow like setting with a few small bushes
scattered throughout. Off to one side was a grove of pine trees.
Judy soon got tired of trying to hold her head up to see around her, so she
settled into the saddle and contented herself with an upside down view of the
world. She hadn't seen any signs of anyone else around, and the only sounds were
the steady thump - thump of the horses hooves on the dirt trail. That, and the
soft twittering of birds.
Here she was, smack in the middle of a fantasy, wilder than anything even she
could have imagined, and all she could think about was getting caught by some
stranger and being ridiculed for doing it. Judy tried to get her mind into this
scene that Brent had no doubt carefully set up for her to enjoy, and yet too
many nagging doubts remained for her to simply let go and have fun. And behind
it all was the fact that she really didn't know all that much about the man
she'd allowed to chain her up, and now drag her off into the woods.
"Nearly there!" Brent called to her.
His voice carried a confidence that Judy wished she could possess even a small
part of.
The trail came to a slightly steep drop-off, and Brent reigned in Judy's horse
so it wouldn't shy away. He urged his own horse down the hill and toward a treed
area beside a small lake. The water looked a bit swampy, but when they got
closer Judy could see a clear sandy area, and that's where they stopped. Brent
tied his horse to a bush and went to Judy.
He untied her from the saddle stirrups and helped her stand. Judy was a bit
stiff from the trip, but happy to have arrived safely. Brent had a blanket which
he spread on the ground and Judy sat, watching him.
The two horses were led to a shady spot under a tree where there was some grass
to munch on. Brent loosely tied their reins to a branch. Then, taking a pack
from his saddle, he returned to sit beside his naked chained girl.
The morning was warming up nicely, and Brent pulled his tee shirt off over his
head. Judy moved a bit closer to him, and placed her hand on his arm. She
lightly stroked the fine hairs there, letting her chain brush his skin. Brent's
fingers found her chain, and he grabbed it, holding it tightly. Judy felt the
tug on her cuffs and she looked up at him.
Brent looked like he was going to say something else for a moment. But instead,
he asked her, "would you like to go in for a swim?"
"I will if you will," she answered.
Brent stood up, pulling on Judy's wrist chain to bring her to her feet. He
slipped off the shorts he was wearing and kicked off his sandals. Judy was
looking around her, and when she turned to him she grinned at his sudden
nakedness. The two of them walked down to the water and in.
The lake had a mostly sandy bottom that stayed shallow for quite a way out.
Deeper in it got mucky, but by then you could swim. They splashed around a bit
before coming together again. Brent pulled Judy in for a kiss.
As before, Judy felt her feelings for this man begin to overwhelm her senses. He
pulled her body close to him and lightly brushed her lips with his. Then, more
forcefully, pushing open her lips with his tongue, he drew her into the kiss.
Their heat rose quickly, and when their lips finally parted, they held each
other tightly with the both of them breathing hard. Brent steered Judy toward
shallower water where he lowered himself to his knees, drawing her down with
him. Brent lay back, propped up on his elbows, while Judy straddled him. Her
ankle chain stretched tight across his thighs, forcing her feet up off the
bottom, but it didn't prevent her from fitting his stiff cock inside of her.
Brent reached for her to pull her down, and their lips found each other's again.
Judy lifted up to catch her breath. Brent's hands went to her breasts, to feel
the fullness of her luscious mounds. He ran a thumb across each of the pert
nipples, eliciting moans, and a tightening around his cock. Judy began slowly
stroking him with gentle up and down motions, but soon neither of them could
hold back their lust for one another and they began to fuck in earnest.
Judy rocked her body back to fill herself with wonderfully hard cock. Brent
ground himself against her. Soon, she was right into pounding herself up and
down on Brent with such force, that his bum was sinking into the sand beneath
him. After a time her feet were touching the sand that had pushed up around
Brent's sides. Brent supported his head out of the water with one hand, while
enjoying the show of his naked girl bouncing up and down on his lap. Judy's
hands came down on his chest with her fists balled tight, and she came.
Her vagina seemed to be sending ripples down his cock, from base to tip, almost
like she was trying to milk him. Brent had never felt anything so powerful as
that before. Judy opened her eyes and saw him grinning at her. She smiled, then
lowered her lips to his for a brief kiss. Her bottom traced little circles on
him with his rod buried deeply inside of her.
Brent grabbed hold of her chain to wrap it in his fist. Holding her tightly by
her wrist restraints, he pushed deeply up into her. Judy raised her bottom with
him, then let him drop and draw himself from her grasping pussy. Then, she
lowered herself to engulf his manhood. She began rocking herself on him once
more.
Their movements became more frenzied, and not long after, Brent, then Judy, each
let loose the forces of their sweet release. Brent, forgetting about the water
they were laying in, threw back his head and got a mouthful. Judy, still in the
grip of her orgasm, took hold of his head and lifted him up. Brent sat up
quickly with Judy still on him, and he began coughing and sputtering out lake
water. When he was done, and breathing again, they both looked at one another
and burst out laughing.
"Death by drowning during orgasm," Brent grinned. "What a way to go!"
Judy gave him a quick kiss, then swung her leg off him. Ropes of cum floated in
the water around them, and they both headed for deeper water to wash themselves
off before returning to shore and the blanket. There, Brent pulled a towel from
under his pack and he used it to wipe his face, before handing it to Judy. She
dried herself off, then settled herself on the blanket. Brent lay down beside
her and they relaxed for a while in the warmth of the day.
After a while, Brent opened the pack he'd brought and took out a thermos of
coffee. He poured himself a cup, and another for Judy, handing her hers. Then he
stood looking out over the lake while drinking the warm brew.
"I like to come here often," he began. "It's rare that I'll meet anyone else out
here. It's a nice place to come and think. To reminisce."
Judy watched him, not sure if she should comment or not. He seemed to be feeling
a sadness that ran contrary to the gorgeous day, and to the wonderful sex that
they'd just experienced. Judy's chain tinkled lightly as she drank.
Brent looked at her. "Are you comfortable, Judy? You Ok with what's happened so
far?"
"Well yes, mostly. The trip here was a bit frightening, but we made it all
right. It was kind of exciting, now that I think about it."
He sat beside her on a corner of the blanket and looked out over the water
again. It was obvious to her that Brent wanted to say something, but was having
trouble finding the right words. She moved a bit closer to place a hand on his
leg. Brent looked down, then at her, locking eyes with her.
"I believe I understand what you're looking for, Judy. I think you need to
understand where I'm coming from, though. The woman I lived with before, left
because she felt I'd become too possessive toward her. She thought I was
treating her too much like property. Do you know what I'm talking about here?"
"You'd like a full time sex slave."
The words were out of her mouth before she'd even thought about them. Sex slave
was a catch all phrase for someone who serves another in various ways, generally
including sexually. Judy did like to do things for others. She liked to serve.
And sex was always fun too. But the term sex slave inferred being owned by
another and, therefore, to her mind, having to mold your identity to someone
else's idea of how you should think, act, and be.
Brent watched the wheels turning inside the girl's head. Yes, she knew full well
what he was talking about. He pressed on.
"I'd like you to look at this weekend as the way your life could be if we
decided to get together. Or more to the point, if I decide that we'd be good
together." Brent watched Judy's face for a reaction toward his last statement.
Seeing none, he laid the rest of it out for her.
"The term 'sex slave' gives many people a negative impression of a relationship
that can be something profoundly beautiful. But basically yes, sex slave is an
apt description of what I'm looking for in a companion."
Judy sat silently, fidgeting with her wrist chain. The links tinkling softly
added to the sounds of birds twittering around the peaceful lake. Judy's vision
of this idyllic weekend with this man, Brent, was starting to unravel.
Steve the cop had wanted to own her too, she thought. He'd wanted to mold her
into his image of what a girlfriend should be. And now that she'd found another
man who seemed to enjoy doing the same sorts of things she liked to do, here was
someone else that wanted to turn her into something that she didn't really want
to be. A sex slave.
Yes, the idea of her as a chained slave girl appealed to her greatly. She
enjoyed playing the servant girl, and the bondage aspect was also lots of fun.
But damnit, she was still a person with wants and needs! For her to forget all
that, forget who she was, and become someone else, permanently it seemed, for
that was what the term slave girl meant to her, was something she didn't feel
she could do.
"You want me to become something I'm not," she said to him. "You want me to give
up my own identity, and change into your version of the perfect girl."
Brent looked up, somewhat surprised at the girl's directness. He'd never really
thought of it quite like that. True, there would be things that he'd like to
change in her, but giving up one's identity was pretty strong stuff. Yet, the
more he thought about it, the more he realized it was true. There were many
things about this girl, Judy, that he'd want to change. Not the least of which
was her name. He'd already been thinking of another name, a pet name, to call
her by.
"I . . . ahhh . . . "
That tiny hesitation spoke volumes to her. She'd hit the nail smack on the head.
". . . yes," he continued, "there are things that I'd like you to try and
change. There are things I'd like you to do, that you might not want to do."
"Such as?"
"Such as the way you are right now. Supposing I asked you to stay naked and
chained all the time. Would you?"
"And what, always stay inside the house?"
"I said last night that you'd be permitted a blanket to wrap yourself in.
Supposing you used it like a cape, or as some sort of wrap dress. Would you
drive into town and pick up some groceries like that, if I asked you to?"
Judy felt her eyes grow wide, expressing the shock she was feeling. Are you
fucking nuts? She'd wanted to scream it in his face, but didn't. Oh sure, parade
through town naked and in chains. Wearing some scrap of a blanket, as if that
would ward off everyone's stares and crass comments.
"I could never do that," she stated, looking down.
But couldn't she? Judy thought back to the morning, when she'd been alone,
cleaning up from breakfast. Brent had gone next door to fetch the horses. She'd
finished the dishes, and had walked past a large mirror in the hallway. She'd
turned, and looked at her reflection in the morning light. Naked, and chained.
Chained for sure, with the black leather cuffs on wrists and ankles stark
testament. Linked together with bits of shiny steel chain. She'd moved her feet
apart to the limit of the restraint and stared at herself. She'd spread her
hands apart, and raised them, letting the chain rub up her tummy and catch under
her breasts. Then higher, letting the chain brush over her nipples, which by
that time had grown rock hard.
She'd had an idea then. She'd go outside like she was, and be sitting on the
porch waiting for Brent's return. He'd see her there, his little chained slave
girl, and he'd be pleased. And that was what she'd done. It had taken her bit of
opening the door a crack and peeking out, making sure no one was out there, but
eventually she'd done it. She'd stood outside on his front porch in the bright
morning sunlight, and she'd been not just chained, but naked as a jaybird to
boot. And it had felt good!
If she had seen anyone else come around, she'd have dived for the door and the
security of inside the house. But no one had come around, and the longer she'd
stood there, with the sunlight warm on her skin, and the chains on her shiny and
bright, the better she'd felt about being in, dare she think it, what should be
her natural state. Chained and naked.
Brent's voice broke into her thoughts. "Couldn't you?" he asked.
How does he do that, Judy wondered? How does he seem to see through to my
thoughts like that? She searched his face for an answer, but found instead a
patient coaxing that now drew from her an old refrain. It was an argument she'd
had before.
"If it was only you and I," she began, "I'd have no problem wearing your chains
as long as you'd like me to. But," and Judy looked down, embarrassed for even
having to admit it, "I'd die if just anyone saw me like this."
"Why concern yourself with what strangers think? There's always someone who'll
object to almost anything."
Here we go again, thought Judy. That's just like what Steve used to say.
"Think back to when I first spoke to you, Judy"
Judy glanced out over the lake. She wished she didn't have to keep playing these
kinds of games.
"What was it that made me take notice of you?"
"I glanced at you in the coffee shop," she answered, after a moment's thought.
Had she smiled at him then? She did remember her reaction to those two
beautifully blue eyes.
"When I stopped you by my car," Brent prompted. "Think, Judy. What did I say
drew me to talk to you?"
Judy thought back to his car, that shiny blue Mustang with the top down. She'd
put one hand on the windshield frame, and one on the door, and leaned in. She
remembered thinking that she should jut her ass out like the hookers do, when
talking to some stranger in a car. The image made her grin, and she glanced down
at the leather cuffs around her wrists. She'd unconsciously been playing with
them. And then it came to her what Brent was driving at.
She'd had two red marks on her wrists from her handcuffs that day. She'd done a
little self bondage session that afternoon, just before she'd gone out to the
Laundromat, and the cuffs had left two fading red lines on her wrists. Fading,
yes, but obvious enough to anyone who was looking for such things.
"I'd seen marks like that before," Brent told her, seeing her staring at her
wrists. "Those lines on your wrists had to have been made by handcuffs pressing
tightly against your skin."
Judy felt her face flush with shame. She cursed those cuffs and shackles that
Steve had left her trapped in that day he'd dumped her. She had wanted to throw
them out, but instead, had taken them home with her. And it was only a few days
later, when she'd been sitting and thinking of that night she'd spent locked in
his chains and trying to get home without being caught by anyone, that they'd
called to her.
She'd taken them out of the plastic bag they were in and she'd looked at them.
She had a handcuff key someplace and she found it, then tried it in the cuffs
and the shackles. It fit.
She'd spread the four open steel rings out on her bed. Her fingertip traced the
inside surfaces, and she felt the cold, hard, smoothness of the metal that had
pressed against her skin with an unforgiving grip that night. She remembered
tugging her hands against the short chain linking them together. She remembered
looking down at her feet, locked in the shackles, her steps being limited to the
length of the chain connecting them, and no further.
She remembered how she'd felt that night, trapped in the metallic grip of the
cuffs and shackles. Helpless. Scared, at times. Excited beyond imagination.
Her fingertips had slipped beyond the open handcuff, then her hand, then the
half circle had been at her wrist. Judy had reached for the upper half and swung
it over until it closed the circle. Then, with a bit of pressure, the ratcheting
lock clicked once, and then again. The circle of steel closed down further,
becoming smaller. And eventually, Judy's hand would no longer fit through the
ring of steel, and the cuff was fixed in place around her wrist.
She'd raised her hand with the cuffs hanging down, and she'd lifted the closed
cuff up, until it was pressing against the base of her hand. Just like she was
doing now, sitting on Brent's blanket by his lake, with the leather cuffs she
now wore.
Brent watched the girl as she played with the cuffs on her wrists. Her eyes were
half closed, and she looked like she was a million miles away. The flush of
embarrassment on her face was changing to one of excitement. And as her
breathing quickened, and her nipples stiffened, Brent's curiosity peaked.
"Tell me what you're thinking about, Judy," he softly asked her. "Tell me
everything."
And Judy told him the story.
= End part 3 =
