Mandy noticed the handcuffs on the end of the mandle. Sighing, she put down her knitting project, stood up, and walked across the room to tidy up a toy which most certainly did not belong in plain sight in the den. Erotic memories pushed annoyance aside. When the cold, chromed steel touched the palm of her hand, she felt a rush of warmth between her legs. She turned from the fireplace, mindlessly clicking the mechanism, and started toward the toy's rightful storage place, in the box under the bed.
At her bedside, Mandy knelt down to pull out the box and was confused to find herself wearing the handcuffs. She did not remember putting them on. Awkwardly, she got the box from under the bed and opened it, futilely seeking the key. Baffled but decidedly turned on, she went in search of Joseph. He had to have the key.
By the time she found him, puttering happily in his workshop, Mandy was past caring about the key and past "just" turned on. Flushed, wet, and needing a fuck, she threw her cuffed hands over his head, pressed her body fully against his, and dove her tongue deep into his mouth. She felt his arousal rise against her thigh. Her breasts sparked with electricity as Joseph's thumbs found her nipples. His hands wasting no time, found their way inside her blouse, ran over her stomach, her ribs, her back, onto her breasts. She gasped with anticipation when Joseph unfastened her pants and began to massage her mound.
Mandy tried to free her hands from behind Joseph's head but Joseph straightened up and leaned back, trapping the few links of chain behind his neck. Hands out of commission, she could do no more than shriek when Joseph ran his fingernails up her stomach to the bottom of her bra, shoved it roughly off of her breasts, and pinched her nipples. He French kissed her until she jerked her face away to get some air.
Joseph ducked his head, allowing Mandy to lower her hands. She was so tremblingly close to a climax that he had no trouble persuading her onto her back on the floor. With his left hand, he pinned her handcuffs to the floor above her head. His right hand swept inside her panties, tantalized her clit, and slid down into her wet pussy. Her back arched. Mandy shoved her pelvis up. She needed Joseph inside her. Joseph complied, sliding his fingers deep into her, stroking an immediate orgasm from her. With his fingers stroking inside and his thumb jazzing her clit, Mandy's waves of orgasm rushed through her body, sweeping her ever deeper into ecstasy. Eventually, Joseph's hand stopped moving. He held is still, pressing lightly against the outside of her sex. Holding the heat and wetness against her. Though he released her hands, Mandy could do no more than tremble against him. She did not even have the strength to move her arms, still outstretched above her head.
When Mandy awoke, she was spooned with Joseph, her hands free. She purred, snuggling tighter against her lover.
* * *
Mandy turned off the shower, thankful to whatever forces of the universe had conspired to place her on Earth when daily long, steamy showers were always available. Hell for her would be ice cold baths, every Easter whether she needed one or not. She slid the door open slightly, keeping as much of the hot air as possible inside with her, grabbed her towel, and jumped when she heard something heavy clank onto the floor. Annoyed at "another eff-ing thing to fix," she peered out to see what broke. She saw, on the floor underneath the towel rack, "her" shiny chrome handcuffs.
That was enticing enough to banish her vexation. She bent down and scooped up the restraints, bouncing them in her hand, wondering just what Joseph had in mind. Memories of their last lovemaking arose. She was getting definitely worked up, beginning to consider how she might ensnare Joseph and how long she was going to keep him locked up and how she would torment him. Mandy accidentally dropped her towel and, reaching to pick it up, she was befuddled to find herself handcuffed again. This was weird because she had no idea how they got locked onto her wrists.
It was weird but it was hot.
She tried to finish drying off but, unable to separate her hands by more than a few inches, all she could do was dab at her front with a towel and she paid some attention to her pussy and that felt damn good and her tits were aching for some attention too and she knew that she needed a man, one particular man, in her bed and in her right now.
Mandy tried to wrap her towel around herself and failed, of course. She stalked off, buck naked, too horny to care about open curtains or anything other than riding "her" throbbing rod. Joseph was not in bed, where he should have been waiting for her. She looked in the kitchen; no luck there. It was crazy but she was getting hornier by the second. She was going nuts for needing to feel his naked body against her own. Not in the den. Flushing with anticipation, she finally found him stretched out in his easy chair, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
She threw herself on top of him, straddling his thighs with her knees and falling prone on his bare chest. She ground her pubes against the swell in his pajamas. Wrapping her hands behind Joseph's neck, she pulled her whole body along his, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her mouth urgently found his, her tongue probing. Joseph responded in kind, his hands exploring her sides and her back. He slipped his left arm up and through her arms, trapping her on top of him with her bound hands uselessly outstretched.
Joseph attacked Mandy. He bit her neck, sucking hard enough that she did not care about the marks he was surely leaving. He tickled the most tender skin under her arms and dragged his fingernails along her ribs. Her struggles to free herself only created an opening for his hand to reach her clit and she came moments later. And she came again. And again. Gasping she collapsed, sweating on top of him, too spent to struggle. Before she could catch her breath, Joseph's fingers, still between her legs, wiggled again. She tried to roll off of him but he wrapped his legs around her's, holding her down. Her arms outstretched and her legs clamped, she came again and shrieking again until she gasped "need... to... breathe" and Joseph took pity on her. He only brought her to two more climaxes.
Joseph freed her hands and gently rolled Mandy's trembling body into her own chair. With a tantalizing kiss on her lips and another tantalizing kiss on her other lips, he left her to rest and headed for the shower. Still handcuffed, rest was impossible. By the time Joseph shut off the water, her pussy was dripping. Mandy raced for the bathroom, grabbed Joseph by his tool, threw him on his back on the bed, and fucked her brains out.
Joseph got to cum, too.
Spent, Mandy fell asleep in Joseph's arms. When she awoke, glowing and sensuously in need of another shower, she was alone and her hands were free.
* * *
Joseph held the door for Mandy and she preceded him into Will and Freddi's new home. It had been ages since the Joseph had taken her out to a party. They knew Freddi casually; Joseph liked to flirt with her. When the housewarming invitation arrived, Joseph did not have much trouble convincing Mandy to go see the house and meet Will.
Inside, Joseph collected a couple of glasses of red wine and the two of them tagged along with a few other people for a tour. The house was nice and big, not quite a McMansion but certainly very spacious. The master bedroom even had its own small fireplace and its own French doors onto the deck. The master bath had a huge walk-in shower and a jacuzzi and enough floor space for the entire tour group to assemble in awe. As they were leaving the bathroom, taking of the rear of the group, Joseph chuckled and drew Mandy's attention to something on the back corner of the vanity, almost hidden behind a bowl of potpourri. Looking closely, she saw a matte-black pair of handcuffs.
Mandy, feeling a flush in her cheeks and a rush between her legs, winked knowingly at Joseph. He walked out of the bathroom and through the bedroom and she followed. By the time she reached the hall, she was horrified to realize that she was wearing the handcuffs... and she had no memory of even picking them up. And seeing the steel locked onto her wrists made her positively randy. She grabbed at the back of Joseph's shirt, doing her best not to rattle the chain, "What's going on?!" she stuttered a bit in asking.
Joseph's eyes twinkled. "Ah! Freddi and I thought you might find those irresistible."
"No no no! Take these off right now!"
"I can't. The key's at home. Just consider it a skimpy very sexy black party dress and enjoy yourself." He tugged playfully at the chain, digging the hard metal into her wrists.
