Several days later Ron was already sitting at the bar when I arrived, and he
motioned for me to come over. I walked over and sat down and he handed me a bag. Eagerly,
I looked inside and there, individually wrapped in tissue paper were five gleaming strips
of stainless steel, each backed with leather. In the center of each strip, an ‘O’ ring
was securely riveted, and each strip had several holes on one end and a metal post with a
hole drilled through it at the other end. Also riveted to each post end was a ‘D’ ring.
Finally, I spotted five small black Master® Locks to secure each cuff and the collar,
once you pushed the post through one of the holes. I took one of the strips out of the
bag and felt the smooth gleaming metal as I marveled at the workmanship.
"Gosh Ron, they look nice; will you help me put them on? I am already dressed
to dance, as you see."
"That would be my pleasure, Nicole. Put your foot up on my knee."
I eagerly complied and I watched as Ron took the strip of leather and stainless
steel and carefully bent it to fit around my ankle. When he had the cuff snuggly around
my ankle, the final hole in the strip lined up with the metal post. Ron asked me if it
felt too tight and I said it seemed to fit just right. Then Ron slipped the metal post in
the hole, reached in the bag, and he snapped one of the locks through the hole in the
post. He finished the job by pushing the excess part of the metal strip through the ‘D’
ring, much like the loop of a belt. The "O" ring dangled from the front of the
cuff and the gleaming metal contrasted well against my black nylon. With the leather cuff
and its stainless steel front fastened securely around my ankle, I knew the lock would not
let me remove the cuff. I stood up and took a few steps and the dangling ‘O’ ring tingled
against the metal cuff with each step that I took. I excused myself for a moment and went
to the woman’s room to look at myself in the full-length mirror. It looked marvelous and
it felt neat. I returned to my stool and smiled at Ron, saying that the cuff looked
nice.
"Well then, let us put them all on."
"Okay, but can I have the keys now?"
Ron reached in the bag and took out a ring of ten keys. As he handed me the key
ring he said, "All the locks will open with the same key, but they give you two keys
for each lock."
"All right, thanks. Would you like to put the rest of the cuffs on me
now?"
"My pleasure let me have that other ankle."
I placed my other ankle on Ron's knee and he installed the next cuff. Then I
offered each of my wrists and soon, they each sported a shiny cuff. Each time Ron clicked
a lock through one of the cuffs, I felt more secure and I thought of those times when my
mother would lock me in the closet. Finally, Ron asked me to turn around and hold my hair
up. I did and Ron fitted the collar snugly around my neck and placed the hole over the
collar's metal post. Then I heard the lock click closed.
"There you are. Now all you need to do is wear them for a week and they are
yours."
I excused myself again to go look in the mirror and I found the effect very sensual
as I stared at my reflection. Strangely, I began to feel very horny and I fantasized
about how being restrained by the cuffs and collar would feel if chains were attached to
hold me down.
As I returned to the stool next to Ron's, I tingled from each cuff and the
collar and I smiled widely as I sat down again. "I love them, thank you very
much."
"You are welcome. Now, wow me when you dance."
"I will do my best, and while I think of it, here is one of the keys for you
to hold, just in case something happens to mine."
Ron accepted the key and placed it on his key ring, all the while smiling back at
me. Then he ordered us each a drink.
While Ron was putting the cuffs and collar on me, I noticed that the other bar
patrons watched intently. The same was true of the other dancers who had begun to filter
into the bar. It did not take long before other dancers stopped by to examine my new
hardware and I could see that they admired the look. Most of the dancers, and several
regular customers came over to look and they all remarked that I looked good wearing the
cuffs and collar.
When it was my turn to dance, I pranced around the stage and pole as the ‘O’ rings
tingled against the metal bands. I smiled widely at the customers and other dancers and
everyone seemed to be watching my every move. I noticed that their eyes seemed glued on
my collar and cuffs and I became more and more sexually excited. When I finished dancing
and made my rounds to collect tips, it seemed like everyone had comments on the cuffs and
they had an almost irresistible urge to touch a cuff or the collar as they tipped me.
Three customers wanted to buy me a drink and have me sit next to them, but I thanked them,
saying that I was already sitting with another customer and that I would stop back as soon
as possible. As I returned to my stool next to Ron, I was conscious of having received a
lot of tip money and it was from my first dance rotation.
From then on Ron was smitten with me. He stayed the rest of the evening buying me
drinks and I kept tantalizing him as the swinging ‘O’ rings tingled against my stainless
steel collar and cuffs. Each time I danced the customer reaction was the same and I was
making a large amount of tip money. I could tell that some of the other customers were
jealous and wished that Ron would leave so that I could sit next to them.
"Well, am I wowing you?"
"Very much so, you look like you were made to wear steel cuffs."
"I admit that I like wearing them and they do look neat. How did you know I
was interested in bondage?"
“I suspected it the first time we discussed bondage and you tried to act so
nonchalant about it, but I knew for sure when I saw the look of glee on your face when I
put that first cuff around your ankle tonight."
"Okay, so I am not a very good actress. I am interested in bondage, even thou
I do not know an awfully lot about it. My information is from library books and
descriptions about equipment that they used during the Spanish Inquisition. I hear people
speak about the modern equipment used, but I do not have a lot of detailed information
about it."
"You would be amazed at what is available and if you wear these cuffs for a
week and still feel the same, we can discuss it some more. In the meantime, think about
what aspects of bondage interest you."
"Yes, I do want to get back to that statement of yours about 'for
starters'. I am very interested in what you think should follow."
"As I said, we can discuss that next week if you wear this equipment and still
have interest. I will be checking during the coming week to make sure you are wearing it
all the time."
"You are on. You can check on me anytime you want."
When I got home, I unlocked the cuffs and collar, undressed, and showered. Then I
put the cuffs and collar back on before going to bed. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept
thinking about the bondage stories I had read and the warmth between my legs returned. I
could not tell you how many dreams I had that night about castles, dungeons, and damsels
in distress.
When I awoke the next morning, I moved my arm and heard the tinkle of metal against
metal. I glanced at my wrist and smiled at the steel band gleaming in the morning
sunshine. Later, while having my coffee, I counted my tip money from the previous
evening. I was amazed to find that I had over $200. I reluctantly removed my cuffs and
collar, washed up and dressed, and then I treated myself to some shopping.
At the mall, I spotted a pair of black-leather, pointed-toe, thigh-high boots with
five-inch high heels. I always wanted a pair of boots like these, but the cost always
seemed too high for my budget. I went into the store and asked to try them on. As the
sales clerk zippered the boots up my legs, a warm feeling began to return in my crotch.
The boots fit like a glove and the leather aroma filled my nostrils. After walking
several steps, I bought the boots. By now, I was really getting horny and I stopped at an
adult shop that sold sexual products. In no time, I purchased a six-inch long motorized
dildo and a pair of nipple clamps that connected by a short chain. Then I bought several
batteries and headed home. I was somewhat surprised at myself at how much I was thinking
of sex.
Back at my apartment, I loaded a new battery into the dildo, put my new boots on
and placed my ankle cuffs around the ankle part of each boot. Because of the leather
around my ankles, I could only get the ankle cuffs closed and locked by placing the metal
post over the hole next to the one that Ron used around my bare ankle. However, the cuff
still felt snug and the contrast of the metal against the black boots was great. I walked
around my apartment for a while, feeling the constricting nature of the metal bands and I
smiled as I looked in my mirror. Then I put the collar and wrist cuffs on and got back in
bed with my new dildo. Next, I put my nipple clamps on, adjusting the tension for a snug
fit. After that, I greased the dildo, inserted it in my pussy and switched on the control
box. Instantly a vibrating began and within five minutes, I had the most massive orgasm I
ever had.
I spent most of the rest of the day playing with my new toys and I knew that sex
was more important to me than I had previously thought.
I had such a good time and I felt so satisfied that I hated to stop and get ready
for work, but I wanted to dance in my new boots and see if they had any effect on the
customers. After another shower, I collected my dancing apparel, the cuffs, collar, and
my new boots, along with nylons and a pair of high-heels. When I arrived at work I
quickly changed into my costume, put the boots on and locked my collar and all the cuffs
on my body. Ron was not there, but it took about one minute before another customer
wanted to buy me a drink and have me sit next to him. Like the night before, my tips were
enormous and people remarked about how good my boots looked with the shiny cuffs around
them. It was not until about ten o’clock that Ron briefly stopped in to see if I was
wearing the collar and cuffs. After seeing that I was, he left and did not return to
check again until the following evening.
All that week, Ron would appear at random times, sometimes twice a night. I was
not worried because I really liked all the cuffs and the collar and I longed to find out
what would happen next. On one rare occasion, after six days of wearing the cuffs and
collar, Ron came in, when I was not sitting with another customer. I immediately went
over and he remarked that my boots looked fantastic.
“Just remember that tomorrow is the end of the week. Will you be here?”
“You bet, but how about having dinner with me before your shift starts? You do not
need to put the cuffs and collar on until you get here and dress to dance.”
I accepted immediately and we agreed to meet at a restaurant several miles away
from the bar.
The next evening Ron and I met about two hours before I had to go to work. I
arrived dressed in a white long-sleeved blouse, a short leather mini-skirt with a wide
belt to accentuate my slim waist and jet-black nylons with five-inch high heels. Ron
complemented me on my appearance after helping me to remove my coat and we ordered from
the menu. I thought he looked good too and I told him so. He smiled and when our food
arrived, he was very perceptive, noticing the small amount of food that I ordered. When
he asked me if that was all I was going to eat, I blushed and told him of my special diet
and that I was preparing myself. He did not ask for what, and I would have been
embarrassed to admit that maybe it was for future lack of toilet privileges. Ron let the
subject drop and over dinner, we discussed the collar and cuffs. From my exuberance, Ron
knew that I really did like his gift and he asked me if I had been thinking about other
bondage items and how far I wanted to go with it.
"As I told you, I need some guidance about what modern equipment is available
and someone to teach me the ropes," I said, smiling at my pun, "but I want to go
a lot further than this."
Ron smiled back at me and he proceeded to go into a description of many modern
types of bondage equipment. As he described the types of gags, blindfolds, chastity
belts, corsets and the countless number of leather and steel restraints. I sat there in
awe, listening to descriptions of modern dungeon equipment, slave outfits and punishment
items. Soon, I began to look at Ron in a new light. He was actually quite handsome, fit
and manly looking and his dress was always neat. I could tell he was very intelligent and
I already knew that he was quite generous. I also began to feel much better about myself
when Ron told me that there were many people, usually called submissives or slaves both
female and male, with bondage fantasies similar to mine. I had always felt quite alone
with my bondage thoughts and now I learned that my desires were not that strange at all.
With Ron talking so nonchalantly about the subject, I began to reveal my hidden
bondage desires. I even told him about buying my motorized dildo and breast clamps. He
did not act surprised as he continued to describe bondage equipment, clothing and
submissive people. I found myself nodding frequently at his vivid descriptions and
imagining myself wearing the item or restrained by some of the equipment. When Ron told
me that he had many bondage pictures, catalogs that sold bondage equipment and that he
frequently visited stores and Internet sites devoted to bondage and submission, I could
not restrain myself any longer.
"Ron, I must see the things you are describing. Will you help me?"
"I have thought of the same thing and I really want to assist you on
this."
By the time I had to go to work, I developed a bond with Ron and I viewed him very
favorably. I suppose I had never taken the time to look at him as anything more than a
way to make money. However, his knowledge and manner enchanted me and again, the warmth
returned between my legs as I told him that I wanted to know and experience more about
bondage.
As soon as we arrived at the bar, Ron ordered both of us drinks. Just before I
went to the woman’s room to change into my dancing outfit and cuffs, I smiled, leaned over
and whispered in Ron's ear. "As long as you are drug and disease free I want
you to put me in bondage gear and fuck me." Then I scurried off to the woman’s room
before he could reply.
When I returned, decked out in my dancing outfit, nylons, boots and cuffs and
collar, Ron looked at me in amazement.
"That is the first time I have ever been propositioned by a woman who was not
a prostitute. No, I do not have any diseases or drug dependency. Are you serious?"
I raised both of my cuffed wrists in front of Ron and, giggling, I said, "Try
me. Or should I say tie me." Then I hustled off to dance my first set.
I moved my body to the beat of the music and twirled around the pole, while
thinking about what I had just said to Ron. I was somewhat amazed at myself, but it was
something I wanted. As I continued to move, I kept giving Ron big smiles, while he
maintained his stunned look. I finished my set and made my tip rounds; again getting
numerous offers for drinks and making many tips. When I returned to my stool next to Ron,
he had recovered his composure and he returned my smile.
"You have come a long way in one week. The cuffs and collar are yours now,
and I presume by your last remark that you want to continue your exploration into
bondage."
"Yes I do. What is next?"
"I think I should take you up on your proposal, since you suggested it. It
happens that I have a few bondage toys in my car. What about tonight after your shift, do
you want to be a slave for the night?"
This was my decisive moment. You might say 'shit or get off the pot'. I
had to follow through with my offer or give Ron the impression that I was just a flirt.
"I am ready, where should we do it?"
"You said you wanted to see some of the things I have, why not come to my
house? I live alone and I have a lot of privacy. No one would be able to hear you
scream."
The hair on the back of my neck stood up when he said that and I almost came in my
panties.
"Wait a minute, what do you mean by that?"
"I am only guessing that once you see my collection, you will want to try some
of the punishment equipment. It will be your choice, of course. The only thing you have
committed to so far is being restrained while having intercourse."
"Well, I do want to see what you have and I might want to try some of your
other bondage equipment. I do not know about punishment equipment, but I would like to
see it."
"Okay, you can go at your own pace. Let us see what you think after
tonight."
I nodded my agreement and my head swam with visions of torture chambers occupied by
imprisoned slave girls. I was so close to climaxing right there that I had to take
several deep breaths to calm down. I excused myself to go wipe the moistness from between
my legs. When I returned it was my turn to dance again.
For the rest of the night, I continued my routine of dancing, smiling at the
customers and collecting tips. Between dancing rotations, Ron and I made small talk and
he asked me about my health. I told him that I was very healthy according to my
doctor's last checkup and that I did not have any known allergies or heredity health
problems. Actually, I was quite lucky that way. Most of my relatives that I knew of
lived to an elderly age without any serious health problems. Ron also asked if I had
problems breathing through my nose.
"One of the items I want to use on you tonight is a gag and you would only be
able to breathe through your nose."
"Gosh, why do you want to gag me?"
"Because you want it also, do you remember asking me what came after 'for
starters'?"
I smiled to myself thinking that Ron seemed to know what I wanted before I voiced
it and visions of me tied up and gagged, without being able to protest, as he fucked me,
filled my mind.
"I breathe fine through my nose. Use your gag and any type of restraint
equipment you want to tonight. I did ask for it, so let us do it right."
I was amazed at what I had said. I had just given Ron permission to bind me and
use me anyway he wanted, and a shiver ran through my body as I contemplated what he would
do to me later.
Just before the bar closed, we made plans to drive to my apartment so that I could
pack a few personal care items since I would be staying at his place overnight. Besides,
I wanted to leave my second hand car at my apartment complex. Ron asked me to leave my
cuffs and collar on and to put on the outfit that I wore to dinner. I agreed, and it only
took me several minutes to get the few items I needed from my apartment.
Once inside Ron's car, he asked me to put my hands behind my back. I did and
he snapped a lock through the ‘D’ rings of my cuffs that securely held my arms behind me.
Then he produced a sleep mask and he placed it over my eyes and adjusted the elastic
around my head. Finally, he placed my seat belt snuggly around me and clicked it shut.
"Are you ready to go, slave?"
I smiled, thinking of the coming adventure and said, "Yes, Master, show me the
ropes."
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