Margaret came in the door of the house, dropped her briefcase on the floor,
kicked off her high heels, and sank into the recliner with a sigh of sheer,
total relief. It was Friday, and the end of the work week had not come one
second too soon for the overworked lawyer. The previous week had been
a monument to insanity, and she was looking forward to a relaxing weekend
at home with her family. She knew it was not quite time for her husband,
kids, or her sister-in-law or the others to be home, but they would be there soon
enough. Which meant she probably needed to get cleaned up so the others
would be able to use the shower when they got home from their respective
jobs, school, practice, and shopping trips.
Forcing herself to her feet, the tired 48 year old blonde went to her bedroom,
stripped and changed into a robe, and showered, shaved her legs and some
other portions of her anatomy as was her usual practice, and then got dressed
again, trading in her office-appropriate skirt, blouse, jacket, hose, and high
heels for a more comfortable weekend-style outfit of snug denim shorts that
came just below her rear end, a tank top, and bare feet. Her hair, worn up
on her head during work days, was now flowing free down her back, until
she bound it up into a convenient pony-tail.
When she got it all on she wriggled in delight at the comfort and freedom.
This last thought made her giggle, because freedom was a subject that she
was decidedly of two minds about!
With that in mind, Margaret walked over to a box in the corner of her and
her husband’s bedroom, opened it up, and examined the extensive contents
carefully, deciding on what ‘accoutrements’ seemed appealing for a nice
relaxing evening with the family. After a moment she made her various
selections, and put them on the bed. Closing the box, she got on the bed,
shivering with a mixture of anticipation and dread as she proceeded.
She started with her ankles, attaching one half of a pair of brightly polished
silvery metallic cuffs to her right ankle. About eighteen inches of heavy
chain linked the cuffs together, it too was polished and shiny, and now she
locked the other cuff on her other ankle, leaving her legs unable to get more
than foot and a half apart. She yanked at the chain with her legs, and found
as she knew she would that it was quite unbreakable to human strength.
“Ohh, yeah,†she said to herself in a murmur. “Nice!â€
She knew she still had to fix dinner, so she had to leave herself some freedom
of movement, so she chose to leave her hands free. She did indulge in a metal
waist-belt with some loops on it, to which she attached long thing chains that
linked the belt-loops to the metal bracelets she clamped onto her wrists. That
left her arms and hands mostly free...but did limit her movement at least
a little, so it was better than nothing!
She got to her feet and hobbled over to the full-length mirror, enjoying the sight
of the shiny metal chains on her ankles and wrists and waist. She twisted and
grinned as she saw that the huge words “SPANK ME†that she had embossed
onto the seat of her short pants in sparkly plastic bits was clearly visible. Every
time she wore these pants, her family made sure to obey that instruction, she
was sure she’d be sitting down carefully by the end of the evening, a thought
that brought a smile to her pretty face.
She topped the ensemble off with a leather collar with attached metal loops,
at the moment it would leave her free but she could always attach something
to it later after dinner was done!
“Well,†she said aloud, “I guess I’d better get dinner started, they’ll be home
soon!â€
Margaret shuffled out of her bedroom toward the kitchen, enjoying the sound
of the clinking chains as she did.
TO BE CONTINUED...