The way we got our handcuffs is an interesting story, and one that shows the wickedly playful side Shavonda let show occasionally. It was one of the things that endeared her to me in the beginning, and I truly enjoyed those times she let it show.
The day after our spontaneous domination encounter, we went looking for the hardware to further explore our scenarios. Not sure where exactly to find the cuffs, we stumbled upon an adult bookstore/lingerie shop. Shavonda insisted I enter the store first and pretend I didn't know her.
The place was typical of these shops. Checkout counter by the door, books and DVDs to the right, lingerie and toys to the left. In the back between the two sections, a dimly lit passageway led to a series of private movie booths that showed porn. As I entered the store, on a whim I headed for the book and DVD section, scanning the shelves in search of interracial porn.
A few minutes later, Shavonda made her entrance. Imagine the scene if you will. The store rarely saw single women of any sort. The only women who entered were accompanied by their husbands or boyfriends, to browse the toys and lingerie. Maybe they also picked out some DVDs. Even more rarely would they venture back to the movie booths for a quickie. Most of the customers were lonely men looking for a little relief. On this day, there were maybe a half dozen customers in the front of the store, all male, mostly older than us.
The door opened and in strode this gorgeous dark-skinned black woman. She wore her hair in loose curls that fell past her shoulders, and fiery red lipstick accentuating her plump lips. Gold hoop earrings dangled from each ear, and matching several matching bracelets adorned each wrist. Dressed in heels and a red minidress that barely reached her knees and showed her cleavage and ass nicely, she had the attention of every man in the shop. And why not? If you had a chocolate fantasy, she'd look like Shavonda. Even though it was late February and the temperature was in the low 20s, she'd left her coat in the car. It didn't suit her purpose. The clerk eyed her warily but said nothing.
Not acknowledging me, she browsed the toys looking for the items we wanted. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, curious as to what she was up to. Whatever it was, it was going to be good.
After a few minutes, a short, balding middle-aged man approached her, saying something I couldn't hear. "I don't think so," Shavonda replied. I silently shook with laughter. She'd shot him down. She left him standing there, mouth agape, humiliated, and sashayed her way into the lingerie. The clerk was trying to look uninterested, but I could tell he was watching her like a hawk.
Not finding anything of interest in the lingerie, she wandered over to the passageway, with all eyes upon her. Looking straight at me, she pointed in my direction. Playing along, I pointed at myself, mouthing "Who? Me?" Shavonda nodded, beckoning me with her long finger before disappearing in the passageway. I quickly followed her. Was she really going to do what I thought she was?
I quickly made my way down the dark hallway, where she was poised at the door of one of the booths. She opened the door as I reached her, but before we could enter the small room, the clerk appeared at the entrance of the hallway. "Hey," he said. "What do you two think you're doing?"
"Oh, I was just going to watch a movie with..." she paused. "What's your name?" she asked me.
Playing along, I answered, "Rod."
"Mmmm, Rod." She purred, "I like that." Turning to the clerk, she said, "I was just going to watch a movie with Rod." By this time, the middle-aged man she'd turned down was standing next to the clerk, curious to see what was going on.
"Not in my store," replied the clerk forcefully.
"Oh, I get it," Shavonda said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. "I can't watch a movie, but you'll let HIM nut all over the walls back here." She pointed to the balding man, who quickly disappeared back into the store.
"It's okay Rod," Shavonda cooed, running her hand up my crotch and squeezing my manhood. "My car is outside. It'll be more comfortable than the movie booth."
The clerk was furious. "Out!" he screamed. "Leave or I'll call the cops."
"With pleasure," Shavonda smirked. "I found what I'm looking for anyway." Grabbing my hand, she led me out of the store. It was hard to walk with my now raging boner sticking out like a flagpole, tenting my pants in the process. "Bye guys," she waved at the men in the store, blowing them a kiss as we left.
Once in the car, Shavonda turned to me with eyebrows arched? "Rod?" she asked.
"it seemed appropriate," I replied.
"You played your part to the hilt." We both laughed hysterically.
"You know we'll never be welcome in that store again," I laughed. "Were you really going to take me back into the booth?"
"Oh, HELL naw!" Shavonda exclaimed in mock horror. "I don't know what bodily fluids have soaked into the seat and walls. That's just nasty. But they didn't know that."
We found what we were looking for at a store in Homestead that catered to lingerie and fetish gear. Four sets of handcuffs, lined with purple fake fur, made their way home with us that afternoon. By now, we were both Horny and couldn't wait to try them out.
Once home we quickly hit the bedroom. As I fished in the bag for the cuffs, Shavonda pulled the dress over her head. Underneath she wore nothing. If I'd have known that we wouldn't have made it home. I gently but firmly pushed her back on the bed with my bad arm across her chest. As she scooted up to the headboard, I was on her.
It wasn't easy trying to hold her down while snapping the handcuffs on her with one hand. If she had put up some resistance, I wouldn't have been able to do it. By this time, almost two months into my physical therapy, I had regained most of the use of my fingers, but I still had limited range of motion in my right elbow. As a result, use of it was often as frustrating as trying to win a toy out of those machines with the claw that never seemed to grip anything.
I only cuffed her hands to the bedposts, leaving her legs free. It seemed too much effort to fully restrain her. Besides, for what I had in mind, I needed t be able to move her legs. To be honest, a large part of me was still uncomfortable with the idea of restraining her. I had been brought up to treat a lady like a lady. To be kind and considerate towards her. To treat her like a queen. Shavonda WAS my queen, in the truest sense of the word. My world revolved around her. I'd be lost without her.
And yet, she desired to be tied up and dominated. Probably spanked as well. That was out. I couldn't do it. Especially knowing her past, I couldn't hit her. I wouldn't. There would have to be another way.
With Shavonda restrained I contemplated my next move. We'd do this on MY terms. I looked at the beautiful woman who lay in wait on the bed, eagerly anticipating my first move. Dark brown eyes hungrily eyed the bulge in my pants as she licked her full red lips. Her breasts jiggled, dark nipples hard and protruding, begging to be sucked, as she tested her restraints. She looked ready to devour me.
Further down, her belly was starting to swell from the child she carried. MY child. Whatever I did I'd need to keep that in mind. I let my gaze drop to her dark bush of curls and the moist treasure that lay below. Her lips were slightly parted in desire, shiny with her arousal, and just hinting at her pink center and the pleasures it contained. I felt the urge to dive right in, to suck her dry. Shavonda wiggled her hips seductively. No. That was what she wanted. I'd fight the urge. What was the point of tying her up if I gave her what she wanted anyway?
Instead, I focused on her shapely legs, following them down to the red heels that contrasted so nicely against her dark skin. And then I made my decision. I'd torture her by not giving in to her charms.
I quickly removed my pants and shirt and climbed on the bed next to her. "You've been such a bad girl," I whispered in her ear, licking the lobe as I did so. The taste of her skin contrasted with the cold metal of her earrings. Working my way lower, I let my fingertips glide along her skin, barely touching as they skimmed. I carefully watched her reaction. I wanted every nerve ending to be on fire, burning with need.
Shavonda writhed in frustration as I purposefully avoided her breasts, my fingers coming tantalizingly close but never actually touching. Instead, I concentrated on the valley between them, and circled their perimeter. I kissed my way down the valley, and over her baby bump, pausing to lick her belly button. She was panting now, knowing I was near where she wanted me to be.
But though I ran my hands down her inner thighs, I never touched her folds. Instead, my hands and mouth continued their southward journey. God, this was getting to be too much. I think I was just as tortured as she was by this point.
Temptation got the better of me as I reached her ankles. Shavonda was, after all, a goddess in my eyes. I unstrapped and pulled off her heels. Shavonda moaned in anticipation as I gazed upon her red painted toenails. A little foot play couldn't hurt, right? And it would ease the temptation for me as well. Or at least that's what I told myself.
But as I greedily sucked on her toes, I realized it wasn't going to be enough. I knew I should just walk away, leaving her hanging while I regained control. But I was too far gone. I needed something more intimate.
Shavonda spread her legs wide in anticipation as I kissed my way back up her legs. The scent of her arousal was driving me mad with desire. I had to taste her. But I still had enough presence of mind to hatch a devious plan. I knew where her sweet spot was, at the junction of her ass cheek and inner thigh. The spot that drove her mad. The one she where she would always stop me when I tried to play. I quickly lifted her leg for access.
