A few weeks had passed since I had last visited the adult shop on the highway. I had time to think over about all the events of that weekend: the good as well as the bad. The spontaneous and repeated arousals had been a pleasant surprise. I had not at all expected for it to be happening. At first I felt ashamed of myself, afraid of letting the old guy see and realize for what it was. But after I came back and thought over it, I realized that this was probably not news to him. He had dropped comments about other tenants of his, to indicate he had possibly seen this. That left the mystery of the cause.
I am normally a curious person and mysteries such as this were all the more tantalizing for me. Arousals weren't new, they had happened to varying degree in the past. What was surprising this time was the intensity and frequency. Although I had girlfriends in whom I did confide other matters, I just couldn't bear to share this secret with them. For one, I was afraid their view of me would change forever and I didn't want to be treated as different, or worse a weird person. So I had to identify the cause on my own.
As I kept thinking over it, I realized I had instinctively been attracted to the cuffs. The picture of them on the brochure had subconsciously made me keep the brochure in the first place. In hindsight I realized that it probably wasn't a good idea to go alone to that shop without letting anyone know. But it was a spontaneous decision due to me wanting to see what the store had. I knew I wanted to see the stuff for real. I decided that although it was not possible to tell Mary where I was going, I could at least tell her the general location with some pretext.
With my shift over in the bank, I was out of my reverie. I helped close the registers and chores of closing time. As I reached home, my thoughts went back to the mystery of the cause. I recalled how I felt strongly attracted to the chains that it was surreal. It had felt as if I was in some trance. I had taken the next steps subconsciously without any thought. With the first arousal in the changing room, I knew I was hooked and my curiosity had completely taken over.
After ruminating a while longer I came to the same realization that my body had known all along: I truly loved being in chains. It seemed to me that they were not there to restrict my movement, but rather it felt as if I had simply put on new jewellery. This was rather hard for me to digest at first. But I finally admitted that when they were locked on my body I saw them as 'my' chains. And yet I was still not sure precisely what part of it I craved, or that aroused me. In order to identify, I had to go back there at least one more time. Also I knew I wanted to see where this new liking would take me; but that meant I had to prepare to be taken advantage of by him again.
As to That Guy and him taking advantage, I knew I hated him for it. But I had also come to the conclusion that I did enjoy the sex even though it was against my wishes. One night as I lay in bed in my apartment, I had remembered that to a little degree, I had liked the sex while being chained. May be perhaps because of the arousal because of chained, I wasn't sure. Speaking of him though, there was another mystery there. How was he getting in and out? What was his connection if any with the old guy? I had to know,
If I were to go back, there was that very real possibility that he would likely again take advantage of my being in chains. I hated him for taking advantage like this. I didn't want to know anything about him, including his name. But in a way I rationalized the consequences as something I would have to live with if I wanted to explore my new liking. I also still had the question of how he was getting in and out. Was the old guy in on it? I was curious about it. I was also wondering a bit about these other customers the old guy kept mentioning.
One evening after coming home from work, I put on the handcuffs I had brought back from the store. They were rather cool to touch and gave me goosebumps. I could feel my nipples tightening as I went about making dinner while handcuffed. I even slept that night with the handcuffs.
Although I liked the restricted movement and the stumbling, I wasn't getting aroused to the extent I had been at the store. The next morning. I was reluctant to take them off when I had to leave for work. I thought may be something was missing. I didn't know why, but was curious to find out.
Although I could have bought the whole chain set and brought it home. But with the thin walls of the apartment and a lot of retired people in the apartments next door, there wasn't much of a chance in attempting anything like that. Mary had a tendency to come over unannounced,
One evening, she came over while I was going about in handcuffs. she had wanted to go to a film and was in a hurry. I had to take off the cuffs in a hurry as she kept knocking on the front door non-stop. Since she was from a very religious family, finding something like this would have been shocker for her to say the least. After that near mishap, I decided that I was going back again. With a definite plan in mind, I called the old guy and asked him to make some changes. I also had a tentative plan forming in my mind of how to make a compromise with that guy.
I was glad that I had accepted the bracelet from him. It meant I wasn't paying for the weekend. It was also rather pretty: a silver chain like any other bracelets with a fastener that was quite different from other bracelets. To my horror, I realized it wasn't a fastener, but actually miniature spring-loaded cuffs. The bracelet was a replica in miniature, of silver leg irons, locked into its two cuffs. I needed two hands to take it off my wrist. Since I couldn't confide in Mary, the only way to get it off was with the help of the old guy.
