What can I say? Passion over took us. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t prepared for, and handcuffs were very definitely involved.
Now it’s important to know that those particular handcuffs weren’t shitty ones bought in a bad sex shop. They were in fact a pair of honest to goodness law enforcement ones. You know, not the ones with the emergency release switches. The ones with the locks which are supposed to actually work well.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, passion had taken over.
And someone was lying on her belly, with her wrists firmly held in the handcuffs. Naughty fun was definitely about to happen. And given that these were two dominant women, one of whom was choosing consciously to submit, there was probably going to be one hell of a fight for supremacy.
You of course noticed the word “probably” in there. Yeah, it didn’t happen that way. Instead someone rang someone. Then someone else realised that the keys to those particular handcuffs were still at the other end of the country.
The moral of this story is as follows;
1: When you decide to have kinky D/s play it’s a really good idea for at least one of you to have it planned out, even a little. Contingency planning is your friend.
2: A little flexibility goes a long way when you’re trapped in a pair of handcuffs
3: Don’t panic, even really, REALLY good handcuffs are stupidly easy to pick with the careful application of a little patience, and an iron nail.
And finally;
4: Before you close those delicious metal, bondage inflicting twin bracelets actually make sure you actually have the keys. Oh and for the love of all that’s unholy, remember to turn off your phones.
My Random Ruminations. 