Caught in Handcuffs

I always enjoyed being bound while having the fear of being caught.

Thinking about how I would explain the situation just seemed so exhilarating.

And since I work from home, have more money and time then I need, I like to test the limits.

By this, I mean go out bound in public.

Today I waited until night time before getting ready. While I liked the thrill of getting caught, I didn't want to make it easy too, or scare any children.

Finally nine o' clock rolled around and I decided to get ready.

I first pulled out a cloak to put over myself to hide what would be going on under it.

Next I pulled out my bondage bag, with various equipment in it and took out the handcuffs and the matching set of keys.

After putting the keys over my fireplace in the main living room, I pulled the cloak over my shoulders and buttoned the front. Without my arms pulled through I could still put on the handcuffs underneath. Also with it being nighttime out, no one would notice the arms don't have my arms in them unless they got close.

Grabbing the handcuffs I put one over my right wrist, relishing in the inescapable cold metal as it entrapped my wrist. Putting both wrists behind my back, the other soon became inseparable.

I decided it would be best to just do a loop around my local park then head back. There should be a couple people there walking their dogs or something at this time of night, but not enough to get close to so they could see something wrong.

I shut the door behind me, having to awkwardly maneuver to get my house keys out to lock the door. Once it was shut though I knew I wouldn't be able to take the cuffs off until after I got back.

With that, I started walking. I was right with how many people there were, there was a group of three men that were all dressed up and looked like they were heading home, and there was one older woman walking her dog. Neither would cross my pass as long as they kept going the way they were.

After walking for a while I felt the familiar thrill shoot through me, what if someone noticed my arms weren't in my jacket? What if someone came over to talk to me?

Smiling to myself I kept walking, but one of the men in the group of three said something that caught my ear.

"Oh shoot, I left something at work guys, I need to turn around and grab it." The tallest one said.

Shit. The reason it caught my ear was because the man had already turned and started walking my way before he even finished what he was saying.

Stalking towards my direction I debated going in the grass to try and get far away but the man spoke directly to me and said, "Ana? Is that you?"

Double shit. "Oh hey, Chris, right? I've only seen you on our virtual calls."

"Yea, I didn't know you lived around here." Chris replied, "Hey Mark! Derrick! It's Ana!"

Mark and Derrick made their way over and said hello, everything was going okay until Derrick stuck out his hand.

"Oh... I uh... Put my arms under my jacket for warmth, sorry." I said.

All three men looked a little confused and Mark asked, "What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Oh I'm just going for a stroll." I replied. Making a move towards passing them I said, "It was nice meeting you all though!"

"Oh wait!" One of the men said, "You dropped this!"

I turned around and found Derrick holding my house key, "Oh thanks," I must have dropped it when they surprised me.

Making a move to grab it, I knew it would look strange. Why would one shoulder strain backwards when pulling forwards the other. Unfortunately Derrick noticed this and when I tried to grab my keys he pulled them further up.

Straining to reach them, the handcuff manacle came into view from underneath my jacket. Before I knew what was happening, the keys were taken completely out of my reach and my jack was lifted up.

All three watched with wide eyes as the jacket was pulled further up, revealing the handcuffs. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Chris was the first to break the silence when he laughed, then said, "Oh my Ana, I didn't take you for the kinky type."

My blush grew even darker as I said, "Please don't mention it to anyone."

It was Mark who answered for the group, "Oh we wouldn't dream of it, not when this is so much fun. How about we walk you home? Can't have you dropping your keys again."

"No thats alright, I can make it back on my own." I replied, reaching for Derrick's hand.

"Why don't you take the handcuffs off first so you can make sure not to drop them again," Derrick suggested, stepping back.

Why was he being so evasive with my damn keys! "I don't have them on me."

The three exchanged a look, then Mark said, "Well now I insist we walk you home."

They looked like they wouldn't be convinced otherwise so I reluctantly agreed.

On the way back to my house they inquired more information about my hobby. Then made me admit several times that being bound excited me.

When we finally reached my house I made a move to grab the keys from Derrick but he was already making his way up the stairs to my door.

Once the door was unlocked, I ended up being the last to actually enter the home.

My first goal was to get the handcuff keys, but since I didn't have much in the house, they stuck out like a sore thumb. And Chris grabbed them first.

Thinking he was just being courteous I said, "Oh hey, thanks, would you mind unlocking these?"

I turned around for easy access to find Mark closing my door and locking it. He then looked behind me and smiled mischievously at the other two.

That was weird. I didn't think inviting themselves in was that strange since we were coworkers, but a way to show you aren't leaving anytime soon. I was also starting to be really weirded out. The guys seem insistent on keeping things out of my reach.

Turning back around I found Chris had moved over by one of the vertical support beams that connected from floor to ceiling. "Yea sure," He said, finally replying to my earlier request. "Come over here."

Making my way over, I was excited for him to finally take them off. I ignored the gut feeling that something wasn't right.

As soon as I got near Chris I turned around. He pulled on the chain so I had to step back again to keep my balance.

Hearing the satisfying click of the right one, I pulled my hand away to look at it for any red marks, but since I didn't do them tightly, there weren't any.

I felt a tug again on the chain and was about to tell Chris I could just do it myself when my back bumped into the support beam.

Then my other arm was tucked behind my back again and around the pull. Too surprised by what was happening, I didn't put up any resistance till it was too late. I felt the cold metal around my wrist once again.

"What are you doing?!" I frantically asked.

Chris stepped away from the wall and I saw Mark and Derrick were rummaging through my bag with all the bondage equipment!

"Oooo look what we have here." Mark pulled out my largest ball gag and some duck tape.

Struggling against the handcuffs, even though I knew it would be no use I said, "Don't touch that!"

Derrick then pulled out the foot cuffs I also had. I looked on with wide eyes as they came over to me. Leaving Chris to see what he could find.

"Hey, you need to let me out--" I was abruptly cut off by Mark shoving the gag into my mouth, then putting it around the support beam before securing it so I couldn't spit it out.

When Mark finished Derrick had already put one of the leg cuffs on. I tried my best to bring my other let out of reach but he was too fast. Grabbing my leg and locking it together with the other one. I wondered if he even knew where the keys for those were.

The two finished with satisfied grins and I saw Chris just pulling the entire bondage bag over. "There's so much rope in here. Let's have some fun."

"Wait, first we need to make sure she can't bend down while we are using the rope." Said Mark. I knew this would just be an excuse to use the duct tape he was still holding.

I was right.

Mark worked to wrap the tape around my waist and mouth, making sure to end both in the front so I would have no chance of ripping them off.

Then all three got to work securing me in different places with the rope. I made futile struggles to try and make them mess up. I also tried to make sounds through the gag and tape but both were useless.

It didn't take long with all three working in unison. There was rope secured around my ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and an entire elaborate harness around my upper body that took Chris the entire time.

All three stepped back and watched as I struggled. I knew it was no use with the metal around my limbs but I tried anyway.

Derrick came forward and tested all the bonds, then stepped back again.

"Alright, we're off now. Mark needs to pick up whatever he left at the office. This has been fun though!"

The other two nodded in agreement then all three turned for the door.

I tried to scream with all my might but it only came out in muffles before I heard the door open.

I heard one last thing before the three left, "Oh, we'll lock this behind us, don't worry though! We are taking your house keys for when we come back."

Then the door shut.

It was only later I realized they said 'when we come back' and not 'when we release you'.

Looking down at myself I couldn't help but feel helpless as I didn't see the rope loosen at all while I struggled.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this kind of consequence to being caught in handcuffs.