For the last couple of years, Tom had rented the flat with a guy he'd known since drama school. When the friend had moved out Tom had wanted to stay on and so advertised for a flatmate. Anna had called up and made an appointment to view the place.
Tom had smiled as he saw the cute brunette on his doorstep, but then had spent much of the next half hour on the phone to his agent. By the end of the interview he had found out almost nothing about his prospective flatmate and completely distracted by his next potential role, had offered Anna the spare room.
The new role was fantastic, his second TV appearance, and he spent the next week in his room learning lines. He barely even noticed as Anna moved into the flat and into the bedroom next door to his. He didn't even think to offer to help her carry in her boxes.
Later that night he was sitting in his room with a glass of whiskey, when he heard some clicking coming from Anna's room. He stopped and listened and soon recognised the sound of cuffs closing. He smiled to himself as he imagined what she might be getting up to just metres away from where he sat. He crept out of his room and over to her door and tried to look through her keyhole, but the key was blocking his view.
The next morning after Anna had left for work (he couldn't even remember what she did), Tom slowly crept into her room. The room already smelt of her perfume and jeans and other clothes hung from hangers and from the back of chairs. He looked around for the cuffs that he was sure he'd held her playing with the night before.
He pulled open a draw and saw her underwear neatly folded. Pinks, blacks, whites, in various silks, satins and cottons, on top of which was sitting a pair of heavy handcuffs. 'Bingo', he smiled to himself as he picked them up.
He soon realised that the cuffs were not standard issue. They were made of thick silver steel, with only three links between each cuff and the large lock was opened by a large complicated looking key. Unlike most cuffs he'd seen before, these could only be opened by the right key. At that point his phone rang again, he dropped the cuffs back into the drawer and left her room.
Tom was out when Anna returned home. She went up to her room and threw her black suit jacket on the back of her chair. She unzipped and pulled off her black boots and opened her top draw. Immediately she knew that her things had been tampered with, her cuffs were no longer neatly lined up. She slammed the draw closed and started to think.
It must have been Tom, who else could it have been? Had he heard her playing the night before? What a bastard. See thought for a minute. What a cute bastard. She smiled. What had he thought when he'd seen his cuffs? Had they turned him on? Had he tried them on? Would he try them on again?
Anna picked up one of the two cuff keys and started to rub it against her stone window sill. After a few minutes she wiped it clean and tried it in the lock. She smiled to herself as she saw that it wouldn't turn. She left the cuffs with the ruined key in her draw. She then changed into jeans and top and slipped the remaining key, now the only key that would open the maximum security cuffs, into the back pocket of her jeans and went out.
Tom arrived home after a few beers to an empty house. Who was this flatmate and why did she play with heavy cuffs? He had to investigate. He walked into Anna's room and pulled out the cuffs. He checked that Anna wasn't walking up the street before ratcheting the cuffs closed around his wrists. They felt good, very secure. He left the key in Anna's underwear drawer and walked back to his room. He lay on his bed and imagined that she had cuffed him and planned to use him as her sex slave. If she arrived home before he could retrieve the key, at least part of the fantasy would probably come true. He played with the cuffs, shit they felt secure.
He waited as long as he dared and then returned to Anna's room for the key. He casually slid it into the lock as he admired her range of panties. His attention, though, suddenly returned to the key as he realised that it wouldn't turn. He tried a few different ways but it still wouldn't unlock the cuffs. Shit! Was this the right key? Did Anna keep the cuffs keys somewhere else? Had she taken them with her?
Half an hour later and Tom knew he was in trouble. The key wouldn't work and he had searched Anna's room and there was no other key to be found. He heard the front door open. Shit!
Tom ran back to his room and closed the door. Anna poured herself a glass of water and then returned to her room. She immediately opened her drawer and this time found the cuffs were gone. She smiled to herself as she changed into her favourite silk nightie and knickers and waited for the inevitable knock on the door.
"Anna, are you there?"
Anna stood up and smiled at the handcuff key in her hand. Realising that she had no pockets, she tucked it into black silk knickers.
She opened the door.
Tom's breathe was taken away by his scantily dressed flatmate with her long dark hair down and hanging partly over her face.
"Hi Tom" she purred.
Tom was still admiring her legs, which her nightie did nothing to cover.
"I'm really sorry Anna, but I borrowed something from your room earlier."
"That's OK, we're flatmates," she smiled.
"Yes, but I really shouldn't have," he stuttered.
Tom held up his cuffed hands. "I borrowed these."
Anna smiled, "Oh," she said.
"I'm really sorry."
"Can I have them back?" she asked.
"Well that's the problem, I can't undo them."
"Undo?" she questioned
"I mean unlock."
"There should have been a key with them."
"There was, there is," Tom explained, "but it doesn't work."
"Oh dear,"
"Please can you help me," Tom begged anxiously.
Anna took the key that he was holding up and beckoned him inside her room.
Tom walked into her darkened room. It was warm and there was the same perfume that he smelt the night before. Anna sat down on a wooden trunk that was next to a lamp. Anna pointed to the floor in front of her and Tom slowly knelt down and hesitantly held up his cuffed hands.
Anna pulled him closer so that she could reach the cuffs which brought him between her open legs. Anna lent forward, her long dark hair falling over her face, only inches away from Tom.
Anna slid the key into the lock on each of the cuffs. "The keys been damaged," she concluded as she threw the key into her dustbin.
"But how can I get out of them?"
"You can't," Anna purred, as she looked directly and provocatively into Tom's eyes.
"What, there has to be a way," Tom replied desperately.
Anna turned away as she suppressed a giggle.
"We could use a hacksaw?" Tom suggested.
"We?" Anna questioned. "Anyway, these are made from ultra hardened steel, a hacksaw won't work."
"You could try a locksmith or the fire service," she offered.
Tom looked shocked, "I've just played a role in a national TV show. People know my face. If I do that it'll be all over the papers!"
Anna tried hard not to laugh. "Do you think wearing handcuffs for the rest of your life will be a problem?"
"This is no time to joke Anna," he snapped.
She looked at him sternly
"I'm, I'm sorry Anna," he replied.
She could tell that he was worried and with good reason. She knew that she had a key that could free him in seconds, she could feel it resting between her butt and the hard wooden box, but he didn't know. And anyway, she had no intention of giving him the key anytime soon.
Anna stood up and stepped over Tom's head, the inside of her bare thigh brushing the side of his head. She checked that the key wasn't about to fall from its hidden place as she walked to the door.
"There's nothing you can do tonight," Anna concluded.
"But, I can't sleep in these chains!" replied her increasingly frustrated, but also increasingly sexy flatmate
"You don't have any choice," she replied as she opened her door for him to leave.
Anna locked her door, lay down on her bed and pulled out the key. She lay on her back with her feet up against the wall that separated their two bedrooms and ran the tip of the key down the inside of her thighs.
On the other side of the wall Tom was desperate. He'd had to cut his shirt off so that he could shower and was standing in his boxers frantically thinking of a way to get out of Anna's cuffs. His friends would arrive in the morning to rehearse lines for the new role. What would they think if they saw him like this?
Anna came down to breakfast the next morning wearing her shortest skirt suit. She was wearing tights and high heels and had her hair up in a bun. She poured some black coffee and sat down on one of the bar stool and slowly and deliberately crossed her legs.
Tom, by contrast, was hunched up at the kitchen table, bare chested with cut and bruised wrists.
"How can I get these cuffs off?" he asked despondently.
Anna shrugged and recrossed her legs, while sneaking a look at Tom's pecks.
"Are you sure no don't have a second key?"
Anna shook her head while at the same time feeling the key in the toe of her right shoe.
"My friends will be here soon," Tom realised
"Give them my regards," Anna smiled as she rinsed out her cup.
"Shit, they have a key for the door, if I don't answer they'll just let themselves in and start rehearsing lines," Tom said as started to think through the logistics.
"Shame they don't have a key for the cuffs," Anna smiled.
Anna picked up her handbag to leave, "Well, you'd better leave the house to make sure that they don't catch you like this," Anna offered.
"But I can't go out, I'm handcuffed!"
"Hide in your room then."
"They'll look for me there."
Anna started to walk towards the door.
"Please can I hide in your room?" Tom begged.
