Lizzie and Jane, both in their early twenties, were having a serious conversation, girl-to-girl.
“When are you and John going to start living together?” Jane asked.
“I don’t really know. Soon, I hope.” Lizzie replied in a casual manner, shifting her handcuffs to a more comfortable position, “accidentally” letting her friend know she had a pair of new ones.
“What was that?” Jane asked. “Has he gotten you a new pair of cuffs? Turn around, so I can see them properly!”
Lizzie did as her friend told her, with a barely concealed look of satisfaction on her face.
“Oh; they are BEAUTIFUL!” Jane gasped. The handcuffs were lined with soft, beige leather and wool for comfort and made of brass, with decorations in the form of flowers and leaves. Hearts were hiding the locks, and the chain between them consisted of four small, heart-shaped, steel links. She stretched her feet out, revealing her new ankle-cuffs. As they weren’t meant to be seen as often as the handcuffs, (they were mostly going to be hidden by ankle-length skirts anyway) they were made of plain steel and not lined, as she was going to wear socks or pantyhose all the time from now on.
“I have a pair at home which looks almost the same as the handcuffs, to use when I’m not wearing a skirt or a dress. He even gave me a belt in the same style, “she glanced down at her waist, “so now I can have my wrists cuffed either behind my back or in front, and they won’t get in the way!” she told her friend. “AND a set of THE most beautiful bed-straps, you could ever imagine!”
“I, of course, am not jealous at all,” Jane jokingly said. “Oh, I do hope my Chrispin gives me something remotely similar to those things, when I move to his place.” Then she seemed to think of something. “What about the gag? Did he give you a new one? Where is it? I didn’t see you wear one when you came!”
“That’s because I didn’t wear one! Yes, of course he gave me a new gag. He gave me several, in fact, as well as a couple of blindfolds.” She turned towards the door and shouted: “HEY JOHN! GET IN HERE FOR A SECOND, WILL YOU! AND TAKE CHRISPIN WITH YOU!”
Both men, also in their early to mid twenties, came in. John looked at his fiancé, as always astounded by his good fortune to have won her heart.
“She really is beautiful,” he thought,” sitting there with her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed to the legs of the chair. Well, both girls are beautiful, but especially my Lizzie. I hope it’s not too uncomfortable for her, though, the chair being made of wood, and having no cushion.”
“Yes dear, what is it?” he asked.
“A couple of things, really; first I want you to gag me and put a blindfold on, so they can see what it all looks like together, and then I want you to tell Chrispin where you got my cuffs and the bed-straps, because Jane wants restraints like that, too.”
John told Chrispin where he had bought the restraints, ending up by saying:” If you tell them I sent you, I’m sure you’ll get a rather large discount.”
“Right; we’ll go there as soon as possible,” Chrispin declared.
John took the ball-gag they had brought, and Lizzie opened her mouth so he could put it in.
“The ball is effective, but so soft it doesn’t hurt her jaws or make it hard for her to breathe, as long as she doesn’t have to wear it for several hours, and the blindfold consists of two discs, shaped in a way they follow the curve of the eye-balls, blocking every bit of light.” He manoeuvred the blindfold over Lizzie’s eyes and buckled it behind her head. “Now,” he said, “she can’t see a thing. Of course we only use the gag when she really has to be silent, and the blindfold is mostly used when she sleeps. I’m thinking of getting her earplugs too, as she is complaining about my snoring!”
“Why don’t we go to the store where you bought this, and together we can pick things out for Jane?” Chrispin suggested.
“Sure,” John said, “let’s go!” The boys unlocked the girls’ feet from the chairs, instead using the cuffs to connect their feet, and helped them stand up.
“Do you want me to take the blindfold and gag off for now?” John asked, and Lizzie nodded. He unbuckled the blindfold, but when he reached behind her head once more to take the gag off, she shook her head.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded once more. “O.K, then; but don’t you dare blame me later on for not letting you speak in public!”
The four of them walked down to the bus stop, and the men helped the girls to climb aboard. The ride was quite uneventful, except for an older man congratulating the boys for having given their lovely girlfriends such useful gifts, a remark which made them start to giggle.
“Thank you, sir!” Chrispin said when he had calmed down, “That’s why we like to show them off as much as possible,” a remark which made both Lizzie and Jane growl.
“You’re so dead when we get home,” Jane whispered.