Foreword: last edited December '08, for better sentence structure, grammar etc.
This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.
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Ronald Jackson got up from his chair, saying, "Just a moment."
He moved to a chest of drawers a few feet from the table and retrieved something from the top drawer. Then he turned round, making sure to hide what he had taken behind his back.
"Would you mind coming over here a moment, Louise? I want to show you something." He smiled invitingly, as if hinting he held a gift for her.
Ronald was American and had trouble pronouncing her Danish name properly. At first he had called her Lois, after she had repeated her name a few times he had changed his pronunciation so it sounded like "Lowish-e". She liked the way he said that, so she had stopped correcting him.
"I don't mind," said Louise, a bit restrained.
When accepting his invitation to spend a weekend at his cabin, she had expected non-committal sex and relaxing walks in the surrounding nature. If he was about to give her gifts, it could be an indicator that he was looking for more than sex. She really didn't feel like spending a weekend with a love-sick man; Louise was happy to be single and free.
Louise got up and walked to Ronald.
"What is it you want to show me, Joe?" She thought his name was Joe Paine. That was the name he had told her. Ronald Jackson wasn't prone to taking chances under his own identity.
"Close your eyes." He kept smiling. "It's a surprise."
Louise did as asked. In the past she had often tried to avoid gifts with pre-emptive words but had since realised that such attempts to avoid awkward situations often lead to even more awkward situations.
With one hand Ronald reached for one of her wrists and lifted it.
'If he puts a piece of jewellery on my wrist or fingers, I'm outta here,'
thought Louise.
Ronald, however, was not holding jewellery in his free hand. He was holding a pair of handcuffs. He moved his hand a bit up her lower arm, freeing her wrist for cuffing.
He grabbed her arm tighter and snapped the cuff on.
Louise recognised the feeling of hard metal around her wrist, as well as the clicking sounds as he squeezed it to fit. She liked handcuffs. She started smiling as her worries about his motives disappeared but kept her eyes closed.
Ronald grabbed her other wrist and put that in the hand-cuffs too. He was a bit surprised by her reaction. Most of his victims protested the instant he put the first cuff on. A few reacted by opening their eyes and making nervous comments filled with fake coyness. Louise was the first who had ever stood still and kept her eyes closed while he cuffed the second wrist.
Once the cuffs were adjusted, he let go off her and opened another drawer. From that he took a long and strong, yet fairly light-weight, ring-chain. He also took out two small, but sturdy, 'close to lock' padlocks. He deposited one of the padlocks in a pant pocket. The metal bow of the other padlock he pushed through the last ring in the chain.
'Will she let me chain her completely helpless before sensing danger?'
he wondered.
Ronald had quite a bit of experience with chaining struggling women. It would almost be an unusual experience to chain a woman who wasn't fighting or sobbing.
He wouldn't mind though.
Sooner or later she would realise she was in trouble. Either way, he would experience a strong thrill when she did. If it was later, well, that would just mean less physical effort on his part.
Louise heard him open the drawer. The metallic jingling of the ring-chain turned her on. She was a big fan of bondage - as long as she was the one being tied up. She hadn't thought Ronald Jackson, the man she only knew as Joe Paine, was into it.
She had gone on this weekend trip with him because she found him very attractive, physically. Louise didn't usually choose sex-partners on looks and didn't usually bother with intimate cuddly sex, but she considered 'Joe' to be
very
good-looking. Just a few long looks at him had, in itself, been enough to convince her that even normal sex with him would be hot.
Back when she had first seen him, she hadn't thought she would get a chance at even that. He seemed out of her league on so many levels. Louise was fairly young, twenty-five. She made sure to stay close to her ideal weight but wasn't very fond of exercise. Her body was soft rather than firm. She wasn't chubby but wouldn't be eligible to pose for Victoria's secret either.
Her hair was darker than hay, but too light to be called brown. Her eyes were greenish blue. She was neither tall nor short. Rather her height was simply average. She didn't worry much about how fancy her clothes were. Make-up she only bothered with for special occasions.
All in all Louise considered herself to be rather ordinary in appearance. That didn't usually bother her when relating socially to others. She focused on personality and preferred to be with others who did the same.
When she saw Ronald Jackson for the first time, however, she had, for a moment, wished she looked like a model. Of course, at that time she had been more sexually frustrated than usual. This was primarily because she had just spent some days travelling by bus with no privacy to satisfy herself.
Back then she had become horny just by looking at him.
Ronald closed the drawer and looped the end of the long chain around the metal connecting the cuffs on Louise's wrists. He pushed the padlock's bow through another ring on the chain and closed it to lock. Louise's eyes were still closed. A slight smile played on her lips.
"I didn't know you were into bondage, Joe," she said.
'How can anyone be so gullible at the age of twenty-five?'
he thought.
"Can I open my eyes now?"
"Wait a little longer," replied Ronald.
He held the unattached end of the long chain in his left hand and savoured the sight of her. She didn't look like a model to him either. But he thought she looked damn cute, as she stood there with her cuffed hands in front of her, her eyes closed, and a happy expectation shining on her face.
He did something he usually never did once he begun chaining a victim. He slipped his right arm around her shoulders and moved his right hand to the back of her head. Pressing his body against hers, her arms between them, he gave her a kiss.
Filled with lust and desire, Louise passionately kissed him back.
Ronald was a bit surprised by her passion. The concept of not having to fight to get her in chains had been unusual. That she was still willing at this point was strangely arousing.
He enjoyed the kiss.
Usually kisses were something he used to lure women to follow him to places where he could abuse them. Or something he did to keep his consensual lovers interested. All those kisses did nothing for him but this one turned him on.
"Come," he said.
He moved around her, making her turn with him by gently tugging her arm, then guided her a few steps forward bringing her closer to the king size bed. It was a single room cabin. Living-room, bedroom and kitchen in one. He stopped her very close to the foot end of the bed.
There, he threw the bundle of chain over a wooden rafter that stretched horizontally below the ceiling. Both he and Louise enjoyed the loud clinging noises when, after having gone through the space between the rafter and the ceiling, the free length of chain hit the floor.
Ronald kicked the floored length of chain toward the corner of the bed closest to Louise. He knelt and shoved the chain around the leg of the bed. Then he started pulling, tightening the chain till Louise's arms were held straight above her. At which point he took the second padlock out of his pocket and locked the chain to itself, so that it formed a small loop around the leg of the bed.
The young woman's legs were still free, but in reality she was helplessly chained. Even if he left, she wouldn't be able to get loose. It would be impossible for her to simply break the chain. Also she wouldn't be able to lift the bed to pull the chain under the leg, not from the spot she was chained to. She wouldn't be able to change her bondage by moving or climbing either. Even if she was able to get up to the rafter, she wouldn't be able to squeeze above it to untangle the chain.
The sight of the woman, who was now fully in his power, sent a rush of blood to his cock. He was looking forward to the other rush, the one that usually came sooner than this. The rush that came whenever one of his victims, for the first time, realised that he was not a nice guy, that the situation was getting out of their control.
'She still looks cute, happy even, and expectant. It's almost a shame to take that look off her face. She is almost beautiful like this.'
He was surprised to realise he felt like kissing her again. When Ronald had a woman in chains, he always did with her as he pleased; he went to her and kissed her again. Her kiss was as passionate and arousing as last. Ronald felt torn between kissing her more or continuing with a more usual routine. A bit longer he kissed her before pulling away.
He moved three steps back to again enjoy the view.
"Do you like to be chained like this?"
Louise opened her eyes.
"Yes I do," she replied with a fresh smile. "I enjoy bondage a lot."
She leaned her head back to look up at the cuffs and the chain going over the rafter. Then her eyes moved along the chain down to where it was connected to the bed's corner leg.
"Nice toys," she stated. Grinning, she continued, "You have done this before, Joe."
"Indeed I have," said Ronald, which was very much in accordance with the truth.
