College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby jennifer » Mon Jan 03, 2011 9:41 pm

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

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby WhyTie » Mon Jan 03, 2011 10:44 pm

Thanks for being such a great storyteller!

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby Tom Ford » Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:52 am

Great story!!! I really can't imagine being locked out while chained. It must have been horrible! Well, not physically, but the prospect of being embarrassed when somebody found out what had happened to you.

I can't wait to hear what happens next.

By the way, pardon me for asking, but will Water, Rope, and Sand be updated, or is it already finished?

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby whatever747747 » Wed Jan 05, 2011 6:40 pm

Welcome back Jennifer!

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby Plueschbabycd » Thu Jan 06, 2011 4:20 am

Yes welcome back. I wait read more, to use the cuffs without knowing where keys are where very lightheaded :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out. (part 2)

Postby jennifer » Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:00 pm

Part 2 (A true Friend)

Sorry for taking so long to finish this, but I had something come up at home. Anyways on with the story.

So, there I was standing outside of my door. I gave the knob one last good twist both ways with my cuffed hands. "Click, click, click, click, . . . etc." The door went as I turned the knob back and fourth I really was locked out. I took a step back and looked at the door. I really was defeated at this point. The door was locked and there really wasn't all that much I could do about it. I stepped back letting the chain connecting my legs rattle slightly as I backed away from the door. I lot of thoughts went through my head all of the sudden. A wave of panic jumped over me and I struggled against the hand and feet cuffs that bound me. They held secure against my body and resisted any attempt I made to remove my bound limbs from them. That was the problem with cuffs. Unlike rope, which eventually if you struggle like crazy there might be a chance of escape. Once the keys are turned cuffs don't come off without them. I thought about a lot of things, even trying to force the door with my shoulder. That would prove pointless, the doors at the dorm were well made and I couldn't apply enough force to attempt to open the door especially bound like this. All that would yield would be a lot of unwanted noise and a sore shoulder or whatever part of my body I would use for leverage against the door.

A moment later, the wave of panic faded away from me. I took in a few deep breaths and calmed myself down. A lot of people in a situation like this panic. When they are tied up they struggle and get all hyper. Being restrained has the opposite affect on me. It helps to calm me down and gives me some time to think. Being tied or cuffed like I was here often gives me pause because it limits what I can physically do and give me some time to think. I composed myself, then I crossed the hallway to the open area and pulled a chair out from one of the study tables that inhabited the community area of our floor. I extracted the chair. Then, I went ahead and seated myself and pulled the chair into the table so that I could gain some cover from an open view of my situation. I could have tucked my legs up onto the seat of the chair, but that would not have been praticle for too long. Besides, someone was going to see me like this sooner or later. There was no getting around that now. The only question was who and when. I took a moment and sat back considering my options. I had several, but none of them seemed like a good choice under the circumstances.

I let the options roll through my head one by one and tried to come up with my best plan of action. The first thought that I came to was to call one of my brothers or even my parents and have them come out to the college. However, I quickly put that out of my mind. Outside of Mary and Scott, nobody knew that I had taken the shackles I was currently wearing to college. My mother had forbid it from the start and my father would have an equally negative reaction I was sure. Besides, I didn't have access to a phone and they were all out of state at my Grandparents for the holiday anyways. Even if by some miracle, one of them was still home and was willing to come out, at best that got me out of the handcuffs. None of my family members had a key to my dorm room. The next thought, that crossed my mind was my two room mates. But, I quickly dismissed that as well. Stephanie was to Michigan by now. She had planned a long drive to meet up with her extended family up there. Ashley was just going home to her father's farm for the holiday, but that was still 2 and a half hours away and I really couldn't just call her at this time of the morning anyways at least not over this. I was on my own with whatever help I could find on the campus, that much was clear.

This wasn't the first time that I had been locked out of my dorm. Being a freshman, I had already done it twice. Well, actually I had left my key in the room about half a dozen times since I came here. However, with two roommates, a simple knock on the door had gotten me what I needed. The other two times, I tracked down Stephanie and borrowed her key once and I had to get a resident assistant to open the door another time. Well, Stephanie wasn't here and there wasn't an RA in the building. I knew most of them other than one of them on a the 6th floor which was a boys floor. All of them were gone for the extended weekend and out of reach. I had to fill out a request for to stay over the long weekend in my dorm room. Part of it explained that there wasn't going to be any food service and that none of the RA would be available if I locked myself out of my room. My only real option was campus security. It was a group of a dozen hired security guards that patrolled the campus. They would be out and about after all it wasn't even the holiday yet. It was really the only option I had at the moment.

I let the other possibilities roll over in my head. Someone who was familiar with my habits helping me. It was a nice fantasy. However, the truth of the matter was that my options were as limited as the movement that my shackles provided at the moment. I would have to call campus security and ask one of them to come over and let me into my dorm room. There really was not getting around it. Nobody else on the entire college grounds would have a key to my room. The problem was my current situation. I lifted my cuffed hands out from under the table and looked down at them. The cuffs were hinged and double locked. I squirmed back and fourth in them a couple of more times trying back and fourth hoping that I might be able to slip a hand free. No such luck. They were not tight. In fact, I had left an extra click that I normally would since I was wearing them to bed and wanted them to be comfortable for the evening. But they were still too tight to wriggle loose from. Besides, it didn't really matter. Even if I could wriggle my wrists out of the handcuffs, there was no chance I could wriggle out of the ankle ones.

I rested my hands flatly on the table and looked down. There was no getting around having to face one of the campus security guards with shackle on my limbs. Looking down, I almost laughed. I knew sooner or later someone would find out about my hobby here outside of my roommates. I just wished it didn't have to happen this way. I wished my RA was here. She was still not privileged to our undertakings, but I would have rather had this found out by another student than campus security. How was I going to explain this. I shifted a little back and fourth in my hand cuffs and slid my slippers back and fourth across the carpet. The chains were not uncomfortable. In fact, I was partially glad to be in them. It had been a busy week of research and homework the week before. We were in the middle of the semester crunch. It was nice to be locked up and have a chance to unwind a little. Partially, I wished I had a pair of mittens on at the moment. I had gotten locked up before calling it a night on my paper. In fact, I had typed out another 3 paragraphs after getting into the cuffs in the first place. If I had put mittens on, it would have made typing impracticable and I could started to unwind earlier. However, I had wanted to play gameboy for a little bit and mittens made that difficult as well. So, my hands were still bare.

I role played the scenario over in my head. I had met two members of the security force and I could see how it would play out with either of them. I would have to go down to the lobby of the dorm. I would have to do it locked up like I was. Security didn't work out of my dorm. The worked out of the the campus student center where their main office was locate. I would half to call them. There was an emergency phone down in the lobby and I would have to call them from it and let them know that I was locked out of my room. Then, I would have to sit down there by the phone and wait for one of them to come over to let me in. Sitting up here locked up was one thing, but there were still at least 3 dozen students cumulatively in the building who had either not left for the long weekend yet or who would be staying similar to how I was. There was a much higher probability that someone would see me down there than they would up here. Even at this early hour of the morning. Knowing what I did about campus security, letting me back into my room would not rank very high on their priority list. That meant I would half to wait at least half an hour to 45 minutes before someone would come over to help me.

Then, that still left the issue of how to explain my being handcuffed and foot cuffed. A number of excuses and stories went through my head. However, any of them outside of the truth would end up getting somebody else in trouble or lead to an investigation wasting a good deal of the campus security force's time. I was going to have to explain myself. I might as well just get it over with and tell the truth in the first place. It would be really embarrassing, but at least I would be out of this mess. I just didn't really want to sit down in the lobby chained like this out in the open. Everyone has luck in life. Mine always seems to be the bad kind though. Inevitably, someone would come by and catch me and then my secret would be all over the campus. I wasn't sure that I wanted the consequences of that to take place this quickly. This was bigger than me too. What would everyone think about my family, or my roommates for that matter. Getting myself set up in the was one thing, but I didn't want to embarrass Ashley and Stephanie as well. especially after I had started all this in the first place.

I ran my mind through the only two alternative that I could come up with. I could stay out her like this until Ashley or Stephanie got back. Ashley would be back late Saturday night most likely well before anyone else on the floor. However, I quickly dropped that idea. It would be too complicated to hide out on the floor for 4 days even if I didn't have the cuffs on. Besides I need to eat and sleep and the floor offered no accommodations to either without gaining access to my room. The only other option I had would be to go directly to security and plead my case before them. If I showed up at the office in hand and feet cuffs like this, it would likely expedite their coming over to let me back into my room on their priority list. However, that was a whole different mix of challenges. Their office was located in the student center which was a good quarter mile from my dorm. That would mean walking alone outside at night in my pajamas and slippers through the snow to get there. Not something I was afraid to do normally. But with the shackles, it would put my personal safety in jeopardy and that was a chance I wasn't willing to take. I had been tied up in a public place several times growing up. However, it was normally day time when I attempted something like that and I was never alone when I did it. This was too risky a proposition.

I took a deep sigh and looked down at the table again. "I guess I should go ahead and get it over with." I said quietly to myself and the empty dorm floor. It finally hit me that I was just putting off the inevitable. I had to go down to the lobby and call campus security. There was no getting around it. The longer I waited, the higher a chance would be of someone outside of who needed to assist me finding out about my situation. I should get this done and over with so that I could go back to bed. There was less chance of another student catching me like this while I waited in the lobby in the early hours of the morning than if I waited. There really was only one question left in my mind. Should I take the stairs or the elevator. The elevator would be the quickest way down to the lobby and certainly the easiest with the hobbles on my ankles. However, fewer people used the stairs especially at this early morning hour. But, they would take longer and delay my contact. Both options included some risk of discovery. The only question was which one would have the least likely chance of my getting seen by someone else.

"Good morning Jennifer, boy you are up early this morning aren't you?" I froze with fear as the voice rolled off of head and into my ears. I had been sitting here in the silence for so long focused on my own thoughts I nearly jumped out of my skin at being addressed directly. I spun around instinctively to find the source of the voice. My reflexes failed me, I should have stayed facing forward and tried to hide my chains under the table. Instead I spun around in the chair and brought my cuffed hands up immediately in front of me defensively. It took me a moment to collect myself and then I looked over at the woman who was standing behind me. I was more embarrassed than scared. I knew who the voice belonged to. My face was beat red with embarrassment. Of all the people I thought might come upon me Angela wasn't one that I had considered. "Hi, I got locked out of my room and I was just sitting here. What are you doing here at this early hour?" I asked looking back at her.

The woman was of average height with dark hair and blue eyes. She was dressed warmly and wore a smile on her aged face. Angela was the woman, we at least one of three women who cleaned our dorms for us. I had met her on a couple of occasions and we shared a few conversations. I let her know that I appreciated all the hard work that she put into taking care of our floor. She cleaned our restrooms and emptied our trash after all. She in turn shared a few conversations about her own life and even vacuumed my room for me twice this semester when she came through to do the community part of the floor. "I was trying to get my cleaning done early today. That way I could head home and get read for the big meal tomorrow. I have my whole family coming over and there is a lot of work that goes into it. But I already told you that last weekend." Angela was right we had talked about our holiday plans the previous weekend. In all my embarrassment, I had just forgotten the conversation. She had asked me my plans and commented that it was a shame I would be spending my break here rather than at my grandparents with the rest of my family. I had in turn asked her about her own plans.

"I am sorry, you did tell me last weekend." I replied. "I just got so caught up in my own predicament that I forgot. I guess I have some explaining to do. I went to use the bathroom . . . " Angela held up her hand and stopped me in the middle of my sentence. "You know Jennifer, everyone has something that they hide from everyone else. I never would have figured a girl your age and personality would be into this sort of thing. But, I have been wrong before about people. I have been doing this job for a little over a decade now and I have seen some pretty strange things. However, I have never seen a college girl sitting at a study table in her pj with handcuffs on at 4:52 in the morning." She stopped taking a breath and cracked a small smile. "I have all the explanation I really need and I can see you really don't want to continue this conversation. I have a knack for knowing what people need and what you need right now is a good nights sleep." I just lowered my hands and looked back at her. A relief of calm swept over me and I returned her smile.

Angela reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. She flipped through them and found the one she was looking for. "I am not supposed to let kids who get locked out back into their rooms. That is the Ra’s job but under the circumstances I think I can make an exception." I had several conversations with Angela since I had arrived here. She was an good spirited individual with quite a few stories to tell. For example, two weeks ago she told me about a mess she had to clean up. A couple of upper class-men the second year she had been there had taken a bucket and filled it half way with water. They then leaned it up against a freshman's door and knocked before running away. It made a huge mess which, she in turn had to clean up, but looking back at it now it was pretty funny. Angela turned and started towards the corner of the building. "This is your room over here isn't it?" She asked as she made her way over to the corner where my dorm room was situated. I just nodded and confirmed that she was correct.

I watched as she took the ring of keys and unlocked my door. The light was still on from when I had turned it on earlier in the evening and show through the door out into the hallway. "There you go Jen, all set." I simply nodded again. I shifted my weight to the right side as I stood up from the chair and pushed it back in under the table. Then, I began to make my way slowly over towards the room. The chains connecting my ankles rattled quietly as I walked slowly across the hall. Angela looked down at the source of the new noise. "Sheesh girl, you have cuffs on your ankles too?" She asked confirming what she had already seen with her eyes. "Yeah, if I am going to be locked up then I really want it to feel complete." I accented replying to her question as best I could with omitting several of the details. Angela backed away from the door as I worked my way around her and entered the room. Angela stepped into the room behind me quietly shutting the door partially behind us.

I turned suddenly curious about her intrusion into my personal space. Usually she didn't come into a dorm room unless she was asked and then usually it was only for a specific purpose. These visits included changing a light bulb or cleaning something up that was beyond a student's expertise. Her presence made me a little uneasy. "Thanks for the help, is there something else you need?" I asked looking back at her. "No, not really I just wanted to make sure that you were all set before I departed. Do you know where the keys to those cuffs are so that you can get out of them?" I just shook my head. "I don't have a clue. They are in here some place and I will find them in the morning." I made a gesture towards the door. "All I want to do now is get some more sleep. I have had enough excitement for one night." Angela retreated back outside of the room at my request. It wasn't that I didn't want her help in finding the keys, I was just tired and bed looked better than freedom at the moment. After all I had planned on spending the night like this and I wasn't about to let this little hiccup ruin that for me.

"You mean that you are going to sleep with those on?" Angela responded in a louder whisper with a touch of disbelief in her voice. I nodded "Yup, I do it all the time." Angela continued to stare at me and gave her own reply. "Really?" As I worked my way under the covers and began to get situated I looked back at her with a warm smile. "Yeah, I have been doing this whole tie up thing since I was around 5 years old believe it or not." Her eyes went wide. She had to move her hand under her jaw just to keep it from hitting the floor. "Really? You will have to tell me about that sometime. Well, not right now and not in front of everyone here at the college. But, when you get a chance drop me an email or something. This I have to hear. I thought I had seen everything in the time I spent working this job." I just smiled back. "Sure, when I get around to it. I'll drop you an email or two on the subject. Thanks again Angela and have a great Thanksgiving."

The cleaning woman smiled back at me. "I sure will, you take care of yourself too. Don't lock yourself out in handcuffs again, I might not be around to save you next time." I laughed and smiled back at her. "Is there anything else I can do for you Jennifer?" She asked as she stood there in the doorway. "Could you get the light if it's not too much trouble? I am a little tied up at the moment." Angela just smirked at the pun and flipped the lights off and closed the door behind her. I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers over me. I had finally had some good luck after a long string of bad luck. I was soon fast asleep. I slept in the next morning late. After I got up, it took me a good hour before I realized that my keys were sitting on the top of the television in our room where I had left them. I unlocked myself and made a trip down to burger king across the street for breakfast. (Yeah, I went in my pj's and slippers) It was a pj and slipper kind of day. After eating, I sat down in front of my computer and typed out what would be the first of many stories I would eventually end up writing. I emailed it to Angela when I got a chance later in the day.

She read it and wrote back with several comments. She told me that I was a good writer and that maybe I should consider a career as an author. Well, that much never worked out. However, it did lead me to writing up a couple more instances of my own experiences which, I shared back and fourth with Angela by email. Many of you guys here have read these stories or at least summaries of them. Angela sent me several comments and shared a few anecdotes of her own with me. They never involved anyone getting tied up. She was really never into that topic, but she liked hearing stories from when I was a kid. Without her help, I probably would have never posted anything online like I am now.

Angela, I won't use your real name here. I know you read this board since you were one of the people who pointed it out to me several years ago. If you are reading this and realize who I am, thank you so much for coming to my rescue that night so long ago. And thank you for encouraging me to write all of these stories down. I am sure all the readers I have here appreciate you as well. Take care all,

Jennifer

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby Tom Ford » Mon Jan 10, 2011 10:23 pm

That was such a nice story.

Angela is so understanding and helpful. You indeed are lucky she was the one who found you in the hall and not somebody who's not understanding and might scold you or such.

At least something good came out of you being locked out of your college room wearing cuffs.

Take care, and I hope to hear another of your stories soon!!!

Re: College: A New Episode Locked up and out.

Postby Plueschbabycd » Tue Jan 11, 2011 3:38 am

Hallo Jennifer
Very good story, I think Angela have right your are very good author. If I could I would buy stories as book.

Angela thank your that you do it to Jennifer. I would believe most had mad her more problems as had already.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show