Mary's Weekend (Part 2) Let the Fun Commence

Postby jennifer » Tue Apr 22, 2008 6:54 pm

Hey everyone, sorry to leave things hanging, but it was a good cut off point due to the length of the next part of the story. Without further talk, onto part 2 of the story.

I sat in the small bedroom at my sister's house awaiting the call for dinner to be served. The majority of my stuff had been confiscated by Mary so that she could search it and make sure that I lacked a means to free myself from the shackles I was currently wearing. I spent the time sitting on the edge of the bed in my pajamas and testing the security of the shackles. I was curious just how well I could move locked up like this. My hands were cuffed together in front of me for the moment in a set of normal handcuffs with the normal 3 links of chain between them. I experiment with moving them up and down and side to side. I still had a reasonable range of motion under the circumstances, but I had to move my hands together as the shackles forced them into close proximity. The chains weren't tight enough to risk cutting off circulation, but they were snug and I was quite sure after some closer inspection that I wouldn't be free of them without the key or some other means of breaking them. My hands were functional, but quite hampered against putting up a fight.

With the knowledge that my arms were secured, I switched my focus to the shackles on my feet. Again, they were secured and difficult to move within, but night tight enough to be uncomfortable. Mary had left me another notch or two than she had on my hands because my legs were bigger and would prove more difficult to slip free from. Nervously, I shifted them against each other and tested the limits of my hobble. The cuffs were only separated by 7 or 8 inches of chain. This was a lot shorter than the ones I sometimes used at home. Walking would prove slow and difficult under the situation and running or kicking were out of the question. I probably wouldn't be able to do stairs safely with them on either. My outfit and the weather outside would prevent me from leaving the house and the chains would likely prevent me from leaving the first floor. Mary had me pretty well under control for the moment as far as the environment I could move around in. I was starting to wonder whether or not I wanted to go through with this. Still, the situation was out of my hands unless Mary was willing to release me. She probably would if I asked. "Jen, time for dinner." Her voice trailed down the hallway. I took a deep breath and made my decision, I was going to give this a shot at least for now.

"Coming," I replied as I rose from the bed and began the short walk to the kitchen. My first steps confirmed what I had anticipated. My legs were chained in such close proximity that it made walking rather difficult. It took me a good 5 or 6 minutes to walk the 30 feet to the kitchen or so. The chains rattling all the way. When I arrived, I saw Mary had already seated herself. I took the chair across from her with the empty plate. It took me a moment to pull the chair out and scoot it back in, but I managed without much trouble. Mary shot me a quick smile and began to serve me a portion of the spaghetti and meatballs she had prepared for the two of us. It was one of my favorites and it looked good when the plate in front of me was full. She also poured me a glass of milk and inquired about how I was doing. I told her I was okay for the moment and that the food looked good. Mary got up and fitted a napkin around my neck loosely like a bib and put a second one on my lap. She explained that she didn't want me getting spaghetti sauce all over my new pjs or her bed for the matter. With that the two of us began to eat.

I was comfortable eating with my hands tied in front of me. I did it at home on a couple of occasions. The trick was just to take your time and be careful. I did one thing at a time and could only use one hand safely because of the other one's positions. For exampled, I would have to set my fork down and use both hands if I wanted a drink of milk. It always proved an interesting experience to say the least. While the two of us ate, we exchanged information about our lives in-between bites of food. Mary's talked mostly about her job and I commented on school and some of our home life. We hadn't talked in a while. The meal was pleasant and we ate contently while talking. Mary finished long before I did with the use of both of her hands, but she waited politely and offered me more food. She was in no hurry it seemed and waited for me to finish. When I was on my last portion, she rose from the table and began removing the serving dishes and her own plate. Then Mary began rinsing them and loading the dish washer. I finished up while Mary started a batch of popcorn in the air popper on the counter and the two of us continued to speak over the loud popping sounds.

When I finally finished the food on the plate in front of me, I reached up and pulled the napkin off from around my neck and folded it on my plate. I repeated the process with the one on my lap. Then, I scooted back from the table and took my plate over to my sister who was waiting for it eagerly. There was only one drop of sauce on the right shoulder of my pajamas, which Mary blotted off with a damp cloth for me. I really had mastered eating like this pretty well. Mary finished the first batch of popcorn and began a second popping. I watched eagerly as the white kernels came out of the air popper one at a time and ended up in the large pot on the stove. Meanwhile, my sister set to work placing a bow with half a stick of butter into the microwave. "I thought we would catch a movie tonight before you head off to bed Jen. If that is okay with you. I really didn't have anything else special planned until tomorrow." I replied that it was fine with me. At least it was something that I could do.

"So, do you want your hands in front or behind for this Jennifer?" I looked over at my sister surprised at the question. I turned my gaze back towards the popcorn as to indicate the simple answer to the question. To tell the truth, I always preferred my hands behind me, unless I was sleeping, but the popcorn looked good too. I wasn't sure what I wanted more, so I decide to state the obvious. "If my hands are behind my back how am I going to eat the popcorn?" "I guess I'll have to feed you some. After all, I cannot eat all this by myself." Mary added as she looked at the five quart pot that was now overflowing with the popped corn. "Okay, then I guess I want my hands behind my back. As long as you'll let me have them back in front for sleeping." Mary nodded, "Okay that's fine with me. Do me a favor and butter the popcorn if you would I will be right back." With that she departed the room and made a short trip upstairs. I stood and watched the lit up microwave spin for another moment before the butter finally melted into a warm liquid.

I walked over towards the microwave after retrieving a pot holder from next to the stove. I pushed the door open switch and carefully guided the pot holder under the bowl and picked it up in both hands. Then, I hobbled slowly across the room and over to the large pot Mary had left on the counter top. I began pouring the butter slowly of the popcorn slowly trying to spread it out as evenly as possible. After I finished my first task, I lifted up the salt shake and gave the who concoction a light coating. Mary was still absent from the room currently. I debated waiting for her to come back, but I decided to take matters into my own hands. Using the counter for support, I slowly descended to the floor and seated my self gently with my legs out in front of me. Then, I lifted my arms up and drew my legs back and threaded them through my cuffed hands. Next, came the trick part, I had to work my wrists slightly and work them under my bottom to their intended position. Finally, I managed the task completely and began the work of returning to my feet. It was a slow and complicated process. I had to use the counter for balance given the short chain between my feet.

After a few minutes of struggling, I managed my task and was standing back on my feet with my ankles chained together. Mary rounded the corner again a minute or two later and greeted me with a pleasant smile. "I see you can still work your hands behind your back on your own Jennifer. Let's see what we can do about that shall we?" I returned my sister's smile, I could still perform the maneuver pretty well. I shifted my attention to the items she had in her hands. Mary hiked over to where I was standing and began without any provocation on my part. She began taking a length of chain she was carrying and wrapped it around my waist twice drawing it snug. Then, she took a padlock that was in her other hand and threaded one end of it through one of the loose ends on the chain. She followed it with the center link on my hand cuffs and then finished with the remaing chain end before locking the padlock securely. I looked down over my shoulder and examined the new restraint for a moment and pulled against it.

The chain around my waist was now secured and rather snug. It would insure that my hands stayed behind my back and out of trouble until Mary decided otherwise. I pulled back and fourth against it a few times testing my security. However, my hands were now pinned to my lower back without any chance of escape. Mary took a moment and restraightened my outfit, which had become a bit disheveled by my earlier performance. Once she finished, my sister took a moment to wash her hands. Then she collected the pot of popcorn and addressed me. "Well Jennifer shall we go." With that, she took up the lead and I followed her out of the kitchen and towards the family room where her large screen TV rested. Walking was a bit more complicated under the current circumstances. The leg irons were short chained to begin with, which made walking difficult on it's own. The loss of balance from the new position of my hands increased it significantly. After a few steps, I found my footing easily enough though and I followed my sister. She set a very slow pace so that she could keep an eye on my progress. Together, the two of us made the short trip to the family room in probably the longest time in recorded history.

Once the sojourn was completed the two of us arrived at the family room. Not being hobbled, Mary had a much greater amount of speed and purpose than me. She entered the room, deposited the popcorn on the coffee table, and walked over and set up the TV and VCR for the movie at hand. Meanwhile, I made a longer journey across the room and seated my self on the couch the best that I could. It proved a difficult task as I had to turn around and take a small hop backwards to scoot back to the rear of the sofa. Mary finished her work and put the tape into the VCR before she finally came down and had a seat next to me. My sister lifted the pot of popcorn up off the table and offered me a few kernels, which I ate one or two at a time while she held the rest for me. Mary rested the pot on her lap and fed me with one had and herself with the other. It wasn't long before the movie was playing on the large TV in front of me and my sister.

I don't remember what we watched that night. It was something pg or pg13 rated that be both shared a good laugh at. It wasn't long before I was engrossed in the movie watching it and receiving a handful of popcorn from Mary now and again. My sister had her attention a little more divided between trying to feed me and pay attention to the movie. It was something that she had seen a couple of times and was just putting it for my enjoyment more than her own. She was careful not to give me too much popcorn and pace it so that I could keep up with her. I sat back and enjoyed the experience as a whole as I sat on the sofa barely able to move, but not needing to. The two of us sat there and let the story unfold as the movie ran through it's duration. By the time it was over, it was already after 9:00 which was early for me at that age, but I was already feeling pretty tired and worn out from the long day. I let out a loud yawn. My hands stayed where they were when I attempted to raise them out of reflex, reminding me how securely restrained I was. Mary looked down at me drawn by the sound. "You look tired Jennifer, are you ready for bed yet?" I took a second yawn and looked up at my sister as unhappy as I was to admit it, I was exhausted and a good nights sleep sounded good.

Mary got up from the couch and turned off the TV while I mustered the strength to get up. I pulled myself to my feet steadily and slowly. It was a little difficult without my hands, but I had some experience with it by now. Mary collected the tape from the VCR and then set about picking up the pop corn bowl before gathering. "Go ahead and head to your room Jen. I will be there shortly I just want to put this in the kitchen." I finished getting u p and headed down the hallway toward the room Mary hand provided me on the ground floor. It was a short trip than the one to the kitchen, but it still took me a few minutes to complete the journey. When I arrived at the room, I was relieved to find the door open, but the lights were off. I stumbled into the room almost half hazard and began looking across the wall for the light switch. I managed to locate it thanks to the light in the hallway which was still on. I leaned down and stood up flicking it on with my nose. Then I walked over to the bed and plopped myself down. I slid back and laid down on top of the covers to wait for Mary to come. I had a longer wait than I anticipated. Apparently my sister made a trip upstairs after washing the popcorn pot before she came back down to join up with me.

After about 15 minutes or so, Mary finally appeared in the doorway with an arm load of stuff. "Hey Jen, sorry to keep you waiting I just wanted to make sure you would be comfortable tonight." I looked at the bundle of items she was carrying with her. "I am okay, but could you at least put my hands back in front. I don't think I can sleep with them behind my back like this." Mary nodded and came over to where I was sitting. She dropped the contents of her arms on the bed and fumbled around in her pocket retrieving a ring of keys. My sister undid the padlock securing my wrists to my waist. Then she unruffled my left hand and slowly guided both my arms back to the front and recuffed my left arm double locking it as before. Then, she reattached the padlock in to the center of the cuff chains and locked it to the loop of chain that was still around my waist. I gave it a few tugs and realized that my arms were stuck to my waist for the duration of the evening. However, Mary was far from done getting me situated.

Mary continued her work by first collecting another piece of chain and another set of pad locks. She took one end of the chain and looped it around the center of the foot rail on the bed and secured it with a padlock. Then, she guided me into a laying position and attached the other end of the chain to the middle of my ankle cuffs. Mary left me about a foot of chain between the center of my feet and the end of the bed. "Don't want you running off on me while I am asleep." She offered with a sly smile. I gave my legs a few good tugs, but the chain held tight. Now, I was really immobilized, both hands and feet. Mary guided me back and positioned the pillow so that it would rest comfortably underneath my head. "There we go, all nice and comfy." She joked as she pulled back the blankets and tucked me in. "Now, lets take care of your head a little better. After all, I don't want the light from the hall to bother your rest." I responded, "Fine, but don't gag me." Mary gave me a sad smile and deposited the handkerchiefs back into the pocket on her robe. "Okay, but if you scream you're going to have one in the rest of the weekend."

I promised my sister that I would be good. She nodded and proceeded to finish up. Mary began by reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small blue box about the size of a box of matches. She opened it and removed the contents of it into her hand. I knew what they were the moment I saw them. Mary had a small set of ear plugs, the foam kind that you ball up to block sound when your shooting. I had used them at summer camp in the scout the year before. I had never though about using them for sleeping though. Mary balled them up and placed them gently in my ears. I was surprised how quickly my hearing went down so that I couldn't hear the remark that my sister made to me. Finally, Mary came to the final thing she wanted to try for the evening. It was one of the weirdest devices I had ever seen and I never would have thought I would be wearing it. However, after a quick inspection, it's purpose was more than obvious.

Mary held up the purple sleep mask and I had to admit it was a rather fancy one. I will describe it the best that I can. It looked like a normal sleep mask in the front, other than the part that covers the eyes was a little wider than normal. It was also about a quarter inch thick and heavily padded. It was made of a soft type of plush material and the inside was lined with a layer of black material to completely block out any light. Mary gently lifted my head and guided the front part of it into place. I didn't put up a fight, I really didn't want to and I really couldn't under the circumstances. It had an inch thick strap that wrapped around the head and fastened in the back with Velcro to hold it in place. There was one other final feature on it. At the sides of the head along the strap there was a set of two miniature pillows that covered the ears completely. The idea was to reduce noise for the person who was sleeping. With the ear plugs underneath, I was completely death to the world around me. Mary finished securing the strap in back before lowering my head back into the pillow. Then, I felt the pillow get a good final fluff and the covers get pulled tight. Then I was alone in the darkness cut off from the rest of the world completely.

I played around for a few minutes testing the limits of my movements. I wasn't going anywhere and I didn't want to dislodge any of the blankets or lose my place on the pillow. I tried to rub the blindfold against the pillow and my shoulder, but it stayed snuggly in place. The chain on my wait kept it well out of the reach of my hands. Convinced that I was really stuck this way for the rest of the night, I rolled onto my side and tried to get comfortable. At least Mary had left my hands in front and forgone the gag. After a few minutes, my fatigue won out and I drifted off to sleep as best I could.

Well, here it is another story done. I am going to stop here and I will share my experiences for the Saturday next time. It was a fun evening and the morning had even more surprises in store. As always comments are appreciated. Until next time, take care.

Jennifer

Postby shadowtree » Wed Apr 23, 2008 1:10 am

your stories are so koool
this one sounds like its going to be really kool

Postby rash357 » Wed Apr 23, 2008 7:47 am

its shaping up to be a great story as always jen... keep up the good work :)

Postby ReaderG » Sat Apr 26, 2008 6:58 am

Jennifer:

You are a master of the cliffhanger and you do it without the benefit of a bad guy! Great stories and such detail. You should probably add your site address to the "links" section. One has to read through the stories to find it, and the old one is out there too. (You might want to edit that one out of the story.)
Gerry