Hi everyone, it has been a really long time since I last posted a story here. I have gotten several emails and requests on this board itself for another story. However, I have just been really busy with my own life as a whole. I thought it might be appropriate for me to finally get back to writing, but we will have to see how the time flows and how available I am. This is another one of the stories that happened during my college years. I hope everyone enjoys it.
The deep darkness of the room was masked only by the absolute silence. The two seemed an inseparable combination without anything to disturb them. Alright, there was a treat lamp about 200 feet from the window of my college dorm room. I did get a little light from it, but that is why I kept the blinds down and drawn at least at night so I could have a dark environment to sleep in, not that I needed much sleep this time of year anyways. The quiet silence was broken by the soft pitter patter of two stuffed pikachu's hitting the floor off the side of the lower bunk of the double beds that served as my resting place at this home away from home. My slippered feet made contact softly with the floor and a soft gentle thud almost silent, but in this quiet any noise would attract attention. The soft thud was masked by two other sounds. Namely, it was overshadowed by the swish of the covers as I drew them back and the rattling of the shackles I was wearing.
I yawned bringing my hands gently above my head together. That was a condition that I couldn't ignore. It was November now. I had been in college for the better part of 3 and a half months. There had been some bumps around the way and I found out quite a bit about my two other roommates over that time period. Although, those details will have to wait until another story. They have no part in this one. I brought my bound hands up and rubbed my eyes trying to shake some of the sleepiness from them. I glanced up at the big clock that sat above Ashley's desk. It was 3:30 in the morning. Outside the warmth of my covers, I was starting to draw a fair amount of cool air around me. I was normally warmerly dressed than this for sleeping this time of year, but my bed time apparel had been a choice of convince and circumstance rather than personal comfort. Groggily I stood up and began to feel my way across on the darkness slowly as I made a trip across the room towards the light switch trying to restore my sight to more than what the illumination from the big digital clock provided.
I had been following one of my childhood habits and I had worn a set of handcuffs to bed. They were the hinged kind and my wrists were locked together securely in front of me. Mary had gotten this particular set for me a few years ago and they were quite restrictive. Especially when they were on behind the back, but that wasn't the current case of my affairs as it was. My hands were bare, I had to type something earlier in the evening and mittens would have made that impracticable. Also, since I was alone, I had decided not to chance getting stuck if I couldn't work the key in the shackles with mittens over my hands. I worked slowly. It was very difficult to navigate the darkened room under my current circumstances. It was pitch black save for a few shards of light and my hands were bound as well.
Boldly, I took a few steps forward feeling my way along the edge of the bed with my cuffed hands. Each step I took added a quiet clink the the sound of my passage as the chains I was wearing rattled. I made the end of the length of my bed and began moving forward slowly feeling my way along in the dark trying to find the edge of Ashley's desk with my cuffed hands. It was a process of trial and error as I eased myself forward one step at a time feeling out in front of me in a wide arc with each step I took. After five careful steps, my hands finally caught the edge of her built in desk. From there, things became much easier. Well, at least for the moment and the best that they could under the current circumstances. I followed the edge of the desk, then when I reached the wall I felt my way up it until I got a hold of the light switch. A moment later, my hands came up instinctively to shield my eyes from the glare of the bright light that now filled the room from the lamp above.
Alright, the light really wasn't that bright, but coming out of the dark it hit my eyes hard as they strained to adjust. I took a moment and rested. It had been a short trip of maybe 20 feet or so, but it had taken quite a strain on my trying to cross the room in my current state of affairs. I lowered my hands now that my eyes had made the adjustment to the light. The cuffs around my wrist were in full view. They were pretty simple in their design. Just a standard pair of hinged handcuffs. Mary had gotten them for me during my teen years. They were more restrictive than the normal type with the chain between the wrists. Ever since I had been out at college, my two roommates and myself were trying different things. We had become more comfortable with my whole tie up situation from my past and Ashley and Stephanie were both tolerant of my ideas. Of the three of us, I was the one who got tied up the most often, but it still didn't happen all that often.
I still sometimes wore some form of restraint to bed on and off when I felt like it and I got tied up maybe once or twice a week. It usually happened on the weekend or on some evening when boredom got the better of us. This was a case of the first station rather than the second. I glanced down and examined my feet. There was a second set of shackles binding my ankles together closely. They were another gift from my older sister during my teen years. They looked like a pair of handcuffs. However, the cuffs were bigger, designed to fit around the ankles rather than the wrist. The chain between them was also longer than a standard set of cuffs. It was around a food in length, long enough to walk, but it made running or kicking impossible. The two sets of cuffs made a nice pair and felt rather restrictive when used in unison. I usually preferred rope to handcuffs, but this weekend didn't leave me with a whole lot of options. Neither of my room mates were here so, I was on my own. I could get into cuffs easier than rope by myself and they were harder to escape from than a self rope tie if you didn't allow yourself to use the keys.
It was a Wednesday morning bright and early., in fact it was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. The entire college campus had a five day weekend beginning with the Wednesday before the holiday. A few hours before the dorm had been a huge hustle and bustle of people trying to leave for break. Everyone and anyone was leaving. Everyone accept me I suppose. Well, there were probably a dozen kids or so staying in the dorm over the long break. Those who lived far out of state and some of the international students wouldn't be going home for the holiday. My family was taking a trip up to my grandparents in Pennsylvania for the holiday and had left earlier in the day from my home. I was invited to join them, but I had a long paper to write that was due the Monday that classes resumed. It was at least ten pages if I remember right. My big English paper for my freshman composition class. The research was already done, but there was no computer up at my grandparents and I would be too distracted to work on it.
I had contemplated going home for the weekend. I would have the whole house all to my self until Sunday, but it was a fair drive to get home and I decided to save the gas and just stay here and work on it. The whole campus was shut down. There was no food service. I would be cooking all my meals myself. Nothing the microwave or the stove on our floor couldn't provide, but it wouldn't be the same as a Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparents. While everyone else had been running around earlier in the day, I was sitting here in front of my computer working away on the paper. I was already half way done with it. I had decided to take a break around 7:00 that night. I microwaved a TV dinner and ate it while watching some television. I decided that I had gotten enough done for the evening and wanted to relax a little bit. Three hours of typing on a computer can take a lot out of you.
I changed into some flannel pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and my pikachu slippers to get comfortable and set out watching television. After I finished eating, I crossed the room and threw out the box from the meal. That is when the handcuffs caught my attention on my dresser. I rolled the idea back and fourth in my head and it got the better of me. I slipped them around my wrists in front of me and locked them into place. I dug the leg chains out of my chest of drawers and added them to make it feel a little more complete. Then I returned to my lounging. I watched television for another hour or two, and then decided to call it a night early. I had looked around for the keys, but I didn't remember where I had left my ring of keys. So, I abandoned the search and just went to bed shackled as I was. Now, I was up at twenty till four in the morning resuming the search with a matter of haste.
My urgency at this early hour was prompted by what had awakened me in the first place. I needed to relieve myself. It was a simple enough reason to be up at this hour, but it provided me with another problem. I had two sets of handcuff keys in our dorm room. The one on the ring of keys that started my car and had my dorm room key. The second was just a small ring with two handcuff keys on it that I left in my dresser drawer. I had used the latter to secure myself earlier and didn't know where I had left them. I hadn't seen my car keys since I had started working on my paper. I was in a real dilemma. I spent the next ten minutes or so searching the room for one of the sets of keys. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find either set of them with any degree of success. I really needed to use the bathroom, but I also needed to get these cuffs off. Neither of which, was being accomplished very easily. The fact that I was cuffed hands and feet wasn't making finding the keys any easier.
I continued to look for another five minutes or so. However, I had no luck at all with finding them. I was in a real pickle. I always laughed that my mother kept an extra set of keys in a kitchen drawer ever since my dad brought home the handcuffs from the flee market. I was finally understanding why. I stopped for a minute and took a deep breath. I tried to remember where I had left the keys, but nothing came to me. I was stuck good and there wasn't much that I could do about it. I had to make a decision, keep looking for the keys and risk having an accident or. I stopped myself and let the thought roll over through my head. If I had been at home this wouldn't have been an issues. I would have just made the trip down the hallway still cuffed and did my business. My current situation wouldn't prevent me from doing that here physically. However, my tie ups at college were a secret. One that I had taken great care to keep that way. If anyone found out about this, the whole floor would know about it in a week. I worked over the thought of what to do.
I was more than brave enough to attempt the journey. Tonight would be an ideal night. The whole floor was just me and one other girl. A foreign girl who had come to the university all the way from China. I had met her a couple of times. However, I am not going to provide a name for her here as she is not part of this story. Everyone else had plans over the long weekend and had departed earlier in the day. The actual chances of anyone seeing me were minimal at best. Besides, it was 4:00 in the morning. The chances of anyone seeing me when we had a full dorm were minimal at this hour. I took another deep breath and took hold of the door knob and twisted it open gently. I cracked the door and looked down the long hallway. The bathroom was located down the hall in the center of the floor. It was about 50 feet or so from my door to the restroom door. The foreign girl's room was on the opposite side of the floor. There was really no chance for her to see me. Everything was clear.
I took a final deep breath and opened the door wide enough that I could fit through it. There was no going back once I exited into the hallway. I took another deep breath and took my first step out of the door into a larger world. Even with the absence of everyone, I was still careful in how I conducted this trip. I began my traverse slowly. My feet were locked together quite closely. The leg irons didn't afford much walking chain. Add to it that my hands were locked together in front of me, limited my ability to balance. I walked softly and slowly. I was trying to minimize the sound the chain between my legs made when I walked. I kept it drawn to it's full length to prevent it from dragging on the floor and minimize the clinking sound it made as I walked. My progress was slow and hobbled. It took me at least ten minutes to cross the 50 foot gap as quietly as I could. However, I made it undetected. At least no one made any inquiry into my passage.
I opened the swinging door to the bathroom and closed it behind me. I had another 25 feet to go before I reached the stalls that housed the toilets. The bathroom was set up as a large room. The toilet stalls were just like what you would find in any public bathroom. There was a long mirror with 5 sinks in front of it against one wall. The other side wall had two door ways. One led to a small hallway of shower stalls. They went the length of the floor and connected out into another rest room identical to this one on the far side of the floor of the dorm. The other room led to a single bath tub. Both doorways had a curtain drawn across them to afford privacy. I opened the door to the stall on the right side. I figured it would offer the most cover for my chained feet if someone else came into the bathroom with that done. I closed the stall behind me and sat down.
It took me maybe a minute to lower my pj pants and do my business. A lot of the worry about the situation fell away from me. I didn't know what I was worried about in the first place. I had made it here undetected. Soon, I would be done and could head back to my room to finish a good nights sleep. I could sleep in tomorrow and have plenty of time to hunt for the keys later. I flushed the toilet and opened the stall. I stopped for a moment to wash my hands. A task that the hinged cuffs made more difficult than I had anticipated they would. I managed to finish it quickly enough. I dried my hands with a paper towel and threw it into the trash can. I was glad this was all over with. I turned and headed back over to the swinging door that blocked off the view of the bathroom. Then, after checking the hallway, which was still empty save for myself. I head back towards my room. I moved fast this time.
My first trip meant I had to reach the bathroom. I had nowhere to go if someone found me. If I attracted attention, I could just accelerate my passage to my room and close the door behind me without drawing as much attention. It still took a couple of minutes even choosing speed over stealth. While I was moving quicker, I wasn't careless. I had fallen more than once growing up with my legs hobbled and hands tied trying to run. I made the trip down to the end of the hallway carefully without incident. I made the final step and arrived at the door. It was over finally, I couldn't wait to get back into bed. The floor was heated, but it was a cold evening and I wasn't dressed as warmly as I usually would be. Normally this time of year, I would have on two layers of sleepwear. However, since I hadn't been able to remove the cuffs before heading to bed I just had the one. I was not all that cold, but it was a little chilly and the thought of my nice warm cover was inviting. I looked down.
The door was closed. I thought I had left it open. I reached down with my cuffed wrists and tried the knob. Click, click, click the sound the handle made as I worked it back and fourth with my cuffed hands. It was locked. I tried it again and again. But, it wasn't going to unlock just because I wanted it to. The key to my dorm room was on the ring of keys that started my car. They were inside of my dorm room which, at the moment was not going to open. I turned around and sat down with my back against the door for support. I slipped my legs out in front of me and let them stretch as far as I could. How could this have happened. I was locked out of my dorm room.
In all my caution and haste, I had made a critical mistake. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. If I got locked out I would just need to find a resident assistant and have them open the door for me. But, they were all gone for thanksgiving break. Not to mention the fact that my hands and feet were both chained. I dropped my head low into my hands and started to sob. I couldn't get back into my room. I couldn't even get out of these shackles. What was I going to do.
Jennifer