Welcome!
This story is about the week I spent with someone I met over the net that lives nearby. It is a true story and I hope you will enjoy, though I doubt you won't. Everything we did was without any sexual intentions.
And since this was written on a touchscreen..
The following story may contain grammatical errors, spelling mistakes and nuts.
Also, if I seem to be rushing things, I don't like spending a lot of time on my intro's.
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My name is Michel, don't even try to pronounce and call me Mick, and I'm a 16-year-old boy. I'm fairly short for my age and I'm the one people who I show pictures will occasionally refer to as cute. Which I don't really enjoy so don't you dare. Thanks.

This person I mentioned earlier is Joanne, a 21-year-old female that is around the normal size for her age and like myself, she is pretty skinny. ((And she's pretty, too. Cough.)) She isn't at a shortage of money, at least, her parents aren't, and she already has her own house.
I met her doesn't-matter-where.
We Skyped for about 7 weeks before the actual fun began, I sent her pictures and got the (and I quote/translate) "Adorable!!

It didn't take long at all to find out we lived really close together.
Eventually, we found out that I liked being restricted and that she liked to be the one in charge. So we did the inevitable: We met up.
~Part 1: It begins~
My parents would be gone for a week and I asked if I could stay at a friend's. They didn't mind, especially when I told them it would be Joanne I'd meet up with. They knew of her existence and hey, she was 21, she knew how to take care of things. We made our arrangements almost two weeks before we would meet up, and sure enough, she was looking forward to it as much as I was. So, on a clouded Friday, I found myself on my bicycle, the adress I was supposed to head for written on the back of my hand. I was quite literally trembling with excitement as I knew what would eventually happen during my stay. While holding on to the bag that I had with me, I made my way to the house I was looking for. I parked my 'cycle and, shy as I am, double-checked the street name and address. Knowing I'd have to do it some time, I stepped up to the house that I knew she lived in and ringed the doorbell, actually having to remind myself to keep breathing. She opened the door, and smiled happily. I was just relieved that it was the right house, and greeted her cheerfully. We went inside, and spent the rest of the afternoon pretty much talking and getting to know each other. It seems that she liked the situation: She kept on being happy and she was really really friendly. I more or less found myself near a close friend, like a sister. (Question #1: Are sisters nice? I don't know

We were watching a western when it happened. They switched to the advertisements, and she pulled me towards her. Before, we had been sitting next to each other on the couch, but now she had pulled me into her lap and she pretended to be surprised as she pulled my hands up above my head and closer to her face. "Did you really write the address down? That's so cute.." she teased, knowing I kinda disliked the word. Boys have feelings too. I muttered in reply: "I did, how else do you think I'd get here? I made sure I wouldn't lose my note." She giggled, and gently rubbed the palm of my hands. "That makes sense." She answered, but she didn't let me lower my hands. Instead, she kept touching them ever so gently. There was eventually a moment where she actually did drop my hands on her chest, and I left them there. I felt her shifting but my attention was back on the movie when she made her move.
Click.
The feeling of metal loosely falling around my thin wrists. I tried pulling my arms away, but I didn't react fast enough.
Click.
I did manage to pull my hands in front of me, and I was shocked by what I saw. A pair of shiny metal handcuffs linked my wrists together, the loops loose but by all means small enough to prevent my hands from getting out of them. I almost automatically looked for the safety release that was on the toy handcuffs I used to have, but there was none. She had caught me by surprise. "Do you not like them?" I remained silent. I just didn't know what to say. I pulled, but the handcuffs didn't give. I was even scared until she spoke again, having seen my obvious discomfort: "Don't be afraid. I'd take them off if you really wanted me to. But for now, they'll stay where they are. I want to set a few rules here."
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That's where I go to sleep, please give me your feedback, and see you soon!