When we moved into the condo complex, we had no idea what to expect. Our old house had been sold, but the new one wouldn't finish being built for about six months, and we had to live somewhere. So, in we moved. Each night when I returned from work, I parked my locksmith's van in our numbered space and retired to our unit. When my wife arrived home from her job, she'd put our car into a visitor's slot.
We soon met most of our neighbors. There was one other unit on our floor, occupied by two women in their 30's, both slim, attractive blonds. They were very friendly toward my wife and ignored me completely, so I suspected they were lesbians. Every time we went down to the pool, both of them would be there, sunning in thong bikinis, knitting. Since one of them was named Pearl, it was almost automatic to tag them in my mind as "Knit and Pearl."
I spent a lot of time secretly drooling, watching their lush bodies tan, and wondering why, even when swimming, they both wore a delicate gold chain around one ankle.
Last Saturday, my wife was out of town for the weekend. I went down to the pool. Knit and Pearl were nowhere to be seen. I swam a couple of laps, and was getting out when Pearl came running over.
"Oh, please, you've got to help me! Aren't you a locksmith?"
"Yeah. Locked outa your car?"
"Do you have bolt cutters I can borrow? I have something locked in my room and I need to get it loose."
After drying off and getting my keys, I loaned her my big bolt cutters and went back to my unit wondering what she had to cut. In five minutes or so, Pearl was knocking on my door holding the long bolt cutters.
"I'm not strong enough to make it cut" She was fighting not to cry. "I need help. But you have to swear never to tell what you see." She reached out her hand and slowly stroked my crotch. "You'll never be sorry," she said softly.
I'm not stupid. Clearly, she regarded this as something important. I promised everlasting silence. What the hell, I could always break the promise. I took the cutters and followed her.
Pearl led me into her unit. All the interior lights were off except in the bedroom. Soft music and sobbing were coming through the open bedroom door.
"You promise never to tell?" Pearl repeated.
"You said I'd never be sorry," I replied. I reached out my hand and lightly squeezed her left tit. I cupped it gently and said "If you meant it, I meant it."
The look on her face was mixed relief, dismay, and just a little lust. With a catch in her breathing, she nodded her head, put her hand on mine and pressed it harder against her breast.
We entered the bedroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Another door led into their bathroom. We went in.
Lit candles were everywhere. A stereo was playing softly near the tub. The tub itself was an old, cast-iron job on six claw legs. Welded to the lip of the tub were several steel rings. Shackled to the rings with padded handcuffs at wrist and ankle was the naked, sobbing, embarrassed Knit covered only by a skim of broken bubbles. Although I had often seen her in the bikini, the sudden, totally unexpected sight of her nipples and pubic bush made it hard for me to concentrate on getting her loose. I swallowed hard, as my penis began to erect.
"Pearl," I said, "get a bath towel and cover her up. Having me looking at her has to be upsetting her. And, I can't tear my eyes away. She's gorgeous."
"Thank you," Knit said softly. "That was kind." She seemed to relax a little. Pearl came back with a towel and spread it over Knit's critical areas of interest
I looked at the ancient monstrosity of a tub. Located in the middle of the bathroom floor, the bottom where the bather was supposed to sit or recline was about seven feet long and just about three feet wide. It had to be an antique; no one would pay to have something like that custom made. It probably weighed more than 300 pounds empty.
The cuffs and chain links were high-carbon steel, tempered like armor plate. Charles Atlas wouldn't be strong enough to cut through that stuff with bolt cutters. My diamond-edged saw would do it, but it would likely cut off her arm, too. My best hacksaw would only take a few years to do the job. I supposed that, if all else failed, I could cut the tub itself, but they'd never be able to replace it.
"Maybe I can pick the locks," I said. I got my tool kit from the van and tried to pick the locks. No luck.
I thought about the problem. I had worked with cold iron fencing once as a boy. I remembered my uncle having to replace a section that had been bent by a crashed car. He broke the section where it was welded together with a chisel and sledgehammer.
Back down to the van I went. YES! I had a cold chisel and my sledgehammer was beside it. I broke the rings off the lip of the tub. I felt like Moses or Lincoln. I had freed someone; I half-expected someone to shout "Free at Last," but none of us did.
"I need to lay down," Knit cried as she ran for the bed, her modesty forgotten or abandoned, the hanging cuffs banging against her ankles and sides.
"We still need to get the cuffs off," I reminded them. I backed into the bathroom to give them a minute of privacy. Pearl joined me.
"Give her a few minutes to pull herself together," Pearl suggested. "She'll be okay soon."
"Do I dare ask why she was shackled to the tub?" I asked with a grin.
Pearl blushed scarlet and looked away. I could feel her weighing the consequences of telling me the truth or feeding me a story. She decided and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Haven't you ever done anything kinky?" she asked me.
"I guess I've led a very sheltered life," I shrugged. "But, I don't condemn others for things I don't understand."
She smiled at my answer. "We like to tie each other up" she asserted "and eat each other out or play with toys. Or both." She watched my face as I turned pink. "We like to tease each other sexually. Don't you do that with your wife? No, I can see from your expression that you don't. Too bad. You don't know what you're missing."
My mind filled with images of Knit and Pearl doing 69. My pecker began to stiffen again.
