As she usually did, Anne sat alone at her favourite table, in her favourite café. Suddenly, a man came walking towards her, holding a cup of coffee. “Would you mind, if I at sat down here?†he asked, kind of sheepishly.
She was about to reply “Yes, I would!†when she looked up and into the eyes of Anders, her sweetheart from when she went to grade school, so many years ago.
The only thing was, he never knew she had a serious crush on him, because she had kept that a closely guarded secret, only known to her and her closest confidante, her diary, and maybe one or two of her friends, who had been sworn to secrecy, for the rest of their lives. At least, she hoped she never gave anything away. She would have been so embarrassed she would have died, if she thought she’d had given anything away.
She had one other secret, this one only known to her diary. From an early age, she had always liked the feeling of being tied up! She had tried to tie herself up, or made her brothers do it, as often as possible.
She quickly changed her answer to: “No, please do!â€
He sat down, and they started chatting, about what they had been doing since they went to school together. It was summer, but he was wearing a pin-striped business-suit, looking very professional. She, on the other hand, was wearing a white short-sleeved summer-dress, covering her legs completely. Soon they were waist-deep in memories, exchanging a lot of “I wonder what happened to?â€, “Do you remember the time when..â€, to and fro, their laughter echoing through the room.
Suddenly, out of the blue, he asked her if she wanted to come over to his place. She was dumbfounded, but eventually managed to say she would love too. They paid their bills, went out to his car and drove off.
When they got there, he said he would like to give her a tour of his house. He stopped in front of a cupboard in the hall, turned to her and said: “I don’t want you to see, what’s in here, so turn away please!†Puzzled, she did as he asked. She could hear him open the door, and at the same time he once again said:â€No peeking, now!†he grabbed her hands, holding them tightly behind her back. There was a ‘ratch’ing sound, and she could feel her wrists being encircled by a pair of handcuffs. “What are you doing?â€she started asking, when he silenced her by shoving a ball in her mouth, buckling it in place behind her head. He stepped in front of her with a broad grin on his face. “You like that, don’t you?†he asked. She so desperately wanted to shake her head ’no’, but instead she could only look down at her feet, and nod. He placed a finger under her chin and gently forced her head up. With an almost shy smile, he said: “I see they were right about you like being imprisoned.†He dangled another pair of cuffs in front of her eyes. These were bigger and clearly meant for her ankles, as they had a fairly long chain between them.
“Do you want me to put these on too?†he asked. Once again, she nodded, this time with gleaming eyes. He bent down and put them on, before taking her on a tour of the house, ending up back in the hall. There had been a couple of awkward moments, when he had to support her, so she wouldn’t fall down the stairs. But, all in all, they had both enjoyed themselves while it lasted.
To cut a long story short, a week later, she moved in with him, and he continued putting her in cuffs, whenever she wanted. He never told her how he knew of her secret, though, not even after having been married to her for several years.