After Tiffany left, I went and dropped down on my couch. I don't know exactly how long I sat there because I was in a bit of a stupor. When the shock finally wore off, my mind began to race. I was upset at Tiffany. I needed to get out of this thing. Can I get it off myself?
That's it! I'll cut the damn thing off! I live in an apartment and so I don't have a full set of tools, but I took out my little collection and stripped off my pants. I sat there at the kitchen table eyeing various tools. I even brought a pair of wire cutters closer to my junk than I ever thought I would. But, it didn't look like there was any place to get a hold of the lock. None of my tools were meant for that kind of use.
I ran out to the local hardware store and browsed the aisles. I even asked a salesperson what he would use to cut a small lock. But all of the tools that would have worked to open the lock would also have a pretty good chance of maiming me in the process. So, I had to abandon that idea. Shit!
I was going to have to rely on Tiffany. How was I going to get the keys from her? Maybe if I played along, I could get her to take it off for a little bit, and then I would not allow it back on. Ah man, I should have done that to start with, she would probably not buy my faked cooperation now. All I could do now was give it another try and then, if that failed, take more drastic action.
My frustration at my predicament made sleep difficult that night, but eventually I went to sleep. I went to work and awaited the afternoon and another visit from Tiffany. I had no plan except to be agreeable and hope that my chance would arise for escape.
I left work a little early and hurried back to my place. I didn't want to miss her. I sat waiting with anticipation. Eventually I was buzzed from downstairs. She was on her way up. I greeted her at the door and tried to act nonchalant.
As usual she was impeccably dressed and seemed to be in good spirits. Oddly our interaction seemed pretty unaffected by our conversation the prior day. She sat on the couch and began talking about her day at work. I grabbed a couple of beers and sat beside her. We made small talk for a while. She seemed completely unshaken and acted as if there was nothing else on her mind other than the small talk. I tried my best to act the same way, but on the inside I was feeling a bit anxious about how I could create the opportunity to get out of my cage. I was sure that if I brought it up, she would see right through it. So, I decided that I would have to wait for her to broach the subject.
Eventually, there was a pause in the small talk and she asked me for another beer. This wasn't usual as she didn't normally have more than one on the weeknights that she stopped by my place. I complied with her request and grabbed us both another beer. When I sat back down on the couch she began...
"So, I have thought about our conversation yesterday and have come up with a solution." She said and reached for her purse.
"What is your solution?" I asked
Without saying anything, she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her purse and, with them dangling from her index finger and thumb, she extended her hand toward me. She gave the cuffs a slight shake and widened her eyes and arched her eyebrows. I reached out and took a hold of the cuffs.
"What's up with the cuffs?" I asked.
"Well, if you want to cum, you're going to have to put them on. Lock them on one of your writs and put your arms behind your back and I'll fasten the other." She said.
At this point I am still unsure about her plan, but I didn't expect cuffs to be involved. I'm angry because if I cooperate I probably won't be able to stop her from putting the device back on. What other option do I have at this point? Besides, an opportunity for escape may still arise.
"Okay." I said snapping one side of the cuffs to my wrist. Still seated on the couch, I turned my back to her. All the while my heart was pounding and I was hoping that this was going to work out to my advantage. I could feel her grab the unused side of the cuffs and my free wrist and pull them together. Snap. I now had my hands cuffed behind my back.
"Be gentle" I said, trying to keep the mood light.
She laughed and said "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."
She got up from the couch and helped me to stand. She told me to stay put while she went into the hallway and opened the closet. When she returned she had a large bath towel. She spread the towel out on the floor and grabbed my upper arm and led me so I was standing with the towel in front of me.
