Three Days

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DAY ONE

Every year when the Packers played the Lions, Carrie, a native of Detroit, and her fiancé, Rob, a native of Green Bay, would make a bet on the outcome of the game. They played twice a year, and the bets had been going on for four years now since they’d been dating. They’d started out as typical bets: the loser would have to pay for a nice dinner at the restaurant of the other’s choice. But for the second game of the most recent year, they’d gone in a different direction.

If the Lions had won the game Rob would have had to do all the work around the apartment for two weeks: cooking, dishes, cleaning, laundry. But the Packers had won the game. And as a result, Carrie was going to have to spend the entire upcoming three day weekend in handcuffs.

“Really, Rob,” she said. “You’re really going to make me go through with this.”

It was Saturday morning at six o’clock. He’d woken her up early to get as much out of it as possible. He brought out his handcuffs and a pair of leg irons. She’d never been in handcuffs before. Rob had tried to convince her a couple of times to introduce them into the bedroom, but she hadn’t been ready to try it yet. She’d been intrigued by the idea, but despite that, she was a little bit shy about actually trying it. They weren’t strangers to mixing up their bedroom excitement: she’d dressed up in different costumes over the four years they’d been together, but she’d never allowed him to bind or chain her in anyway. Agreeing to the bet had been a way for her to succumb to the desire. Now, her apprehensiveness was returning, but she wasn’t one to welch on a bet.

“Absolutely,” Rob said as he took her slender wrists in his hands and locked the handcuffs around her wrists. He tugged at them a bit making sure she couldn’t slip them off, then tightened them one more notch each. He double locked them. As Rob bent down and locked the ankle cuffs around her feet, Carrie looked at the cuffs on her wrists. They weren’t the cheap kind you bought at the drugstore or even the local sex shop. These were the real deal. No quick-release safety levers. Until Rob unlocked them with the key, she was stuck in them. She tugged against her wrists and realized how secure they were. She looked down at her ankles, now secured a maximum of eighteen inches apart by the ankle cuffs. She had to admit, it felt kind of hot.

“So, now what,” she asked.

“Now we just go about our normal day,” Rob said. “Watch some movies, eat. Whatever.”

“And what if we have to go out,” Carrie asked. She held up her wrists. “Am I supposed to go out in public like this?”

“If you want to,” Rob replied. “We can just stay in for the whole weekend and relax. But if you’re comfortable going out…”

“I don’t know how good of an idea that is,” she replied. She walked out of the bedroom and plopped down on the couch in the living room as Rob followed her and sat down next to her.

“So, how exactly does this work now? Do these things come off at all this weekend?”

“When you need to change clothes, they’ll come off briefly,” Rob said. “Using the toilet, I’ll remove it from one wrist, but I’ll have to secure you to the towel rack.”

He grinned at her.

“What about in the shower,” she asked.

“They’ll be fine in the shower,” he said. “I’ll help wash you if needed.”

He grinned at her again.

“I take it you are going to get me food and everything,” she said.

He shook his head.

“I won the bet. Cooking would have been my responsibility if I’d lost.”

“How am I supposed to prepare meals like this,” she asked, holding up her cuffed wrists again.

“You’ll figure it out,” Rob said. “It doesn’t have to be anything complex, but trust me, it’s not as difficult as you’d think.”

He picked up the remote and turned on the TV and went into Netflix. He flipped on an episode of “Downton Abbey” which they had recently started watching. He put his arm around her and she cuddled up close to him. The first couple of hours began to pass quickly.

After about three hours, Carrie felt Rob’s hand begin to slide up her skirt. She pulled away.

“Hey,” she said. “Look, I agreed to this, but I’m not ready to get intimate like this quite yet. Let me get comfortable and maybe later in the weekend, alright?”

Rob pulled his hand away and nodded.

“Fair enough,” he said.

Carrie appreciated it but once again she had to admit to herself that it had felt kind of hot and the idea of being touched and maybe ultimately fucked while wearing these things was actually turning her on.

She got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. She was slower than normal with the ankle cuffs limiting her stride, but they didn’t make it overly difficult to walk. With the handcuffs keeping her hands only inches apart, she slowly poured two bowls of cereal and added milk. She brought the bowls back to the living room and handed one to Rob. She sat back down on the couch next to him and they both ate their breakfast.

Around noon, Rob told her he was going to go out and run a couple of errands.

“You can come along,” he Bostancı Türbanlı Escort offered. But he reminded her that the cuffs would stay on.

She shook her head.

“I’m not going out in public like this,” she said. “Not yet, anyway. Before you go, can I use the bathroom?”

He led her into the bathroom and unlocked the cuff from her right wrist and secured her to the towel rack that was behind the toilet. She sat down used the toilet and then stood up and pulled back up her skirt and panties. She called out to him when she was finished and he came back in the replaced the handcuff back around her right wrist. She washed her hands and came out of the bathroom.

“How long will you be gone,” she asked as he put on his coat and walked to the door.

“A couple of hours,” he replied. “What will you do while I’m out?”

“I might take a nap,” Carrie replied. “You got me up early, plus I need to figure out how to sleep like this.”

Rob grinned at her.

“I’ll see you when I get back.”

He walked out and closed the door and Carrie locked it as he left.

Carrie went into the bedroom and lay down on her back on the bed. Now alone, she could let her curiosity roam. She reached her hands into her skirt and began touching herself through her panties. The gentle rubbing felt good. She let her hand rub for a few moments and then slipped her hand into her panties and slid a finger inside of her. Her movements were restricted but she convulsed a bit as she felt her finger inside of her pussy. Her breathing deepened as she pleasured herself. She let it go on for a couple of moments and then stopped. She calmed herself and let her breathing return to normal. She wanted to continue but she knew if she came, she would likely need to change her panties which would raise questions from Rob. She thought by the end of the weekend she’d be ready to let him fuck her like this, but for now, she wanted to get used to being restrained.

She lay her head back on her pillow and despite her prediction that sleeping in this position would be difficult, she drifted off within a few minutes.

She woke up around three o’clock to Rob kissing her lips. She sat up slowly.

“You fell asleep pretty easily with those on,” he said.

“It wasn’t as difficult as I thought,” she said. “Once I got semi-comfortable, I drifted off.”

“Well, you’ve never been a restless sleeper, so that helps without moving around.”

She nodded and smiled.

“How are you feeling,” Rob asked her.

“It’s starting…it’s kind of fun, actually,” she said.

“Are you going to let me…”

His voice trailed off and she knew where he was going. She thought about telling him that she’d been growing aroused and had been touching herself. She was sure at this point that she would fuck him like this before the end of the weekend, but the foreplay, the waiting, building up the tension was also fun and she decided to wait.

“We’ll see,” she said.

“Stand up for a second,” he told her.

She did as he asked and she wondered what he was doing as he unlocked the cuff from one wrist. Then he spun her around and moved her hands behind her and re-attached the cuff.

“Hey,” she said, surprised, but she didn’t resist. Her motion became more limited but she couldn’t help but feel even more aroused and she tried to hide it.

“I’ll just keep you like that for a little while,” he told her. “Why don’t we watch a movie or something?”

He helped walk her out to the living room and sat her down on the couch. He sat down on the couch next to her and turned on the TV and they watched a movie on HBO. When it was over, he ordered a pizza and another movie started.

Forty-five minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Rob went to open it and he paid the pizza guy. When the man glanced into the apartment and saw Carrie handcuffed on the couch, he looked at them curiously.

“Everything alright here,” he asked.

Rob nodded. “Everything’s fine.”

The pizza delivery man looked in at Carrie.

“Ma’am, are you okay?”

“I’m great,” she said happily. She gave him a wink. “We’re just having some fun.”

Rob grinned at him and the delivery man smiled back and gave a nod of approval.

After he left, Rob walked over and moved Carrie’s cuffed hands back in front of her so she could eat.

As the evening wore on, they decided it was time to go to bed and Carrie decided to shower. Rob removed the restraints so she could undress and then re-secured the around her wrists. She walked into the bathroom and smiled.

“You want to shower with me,” she asked.

He smiled and undressed as well and they climbed into the shower together and she allowed his hands to glide over her with the soap, washing her. She even allowed her own hands to grab his cock a couple of times, letting him see that she was nearing a willingness to let him fuck her. But when his eyes asked the question, she smiled seductively and shook her head no. They climbed out of the shower and dried off and he unlocked the restraints and put Bostancı Otele Gelen Escort them back on once more after she put on her nightclothes. They lay down in the bed together and fell asleep.

DAY TWO

When they woke up on the second morning, Rob allowed her to dress and once again secured the restraints around her wrists and ankles before asking her to stand up straight for a moment.

“What for?” she said.

“I need to make sure you didn’t get up and find the key and hide it somewhere during the night,” he said grinning.

He ran his hands erotically over her body, over her chest, between her legs and she felt a tingle in her body, turned on by Rob’s strong hands. He knew she wasn’t yet ready to give herself over completely like this so he didn’t push it, but his hands were very persuasive. By now, she knew she was ready but she was going to hold out as long as she could for both of their sakes.

She turned around and pushed him back down to the bed. She put her hands between his legs and began to rub him through his pants. He looked shocked but pleased and she could feel him throbbing through his jeans as she worked her hands. He took his own hand and guided hers but allowed her to do most of the work. She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it bare. It didn’t take him long. He let out an explosion of cum all over her bare hand.

She grinned at him.

“I want you to figure out exactly what you’re going to do to me tomorrow,” she said. “Because tomorrow, I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me. And I want you to make it last. Because this,” she held up her cuffed hands, “is really starting to turn me on.”

She sauntered out of the room leaving Rob sitting on the bed shocked.

Rob got up and allowed Carrie to go to the bathroom the same as he had the previous day before telling Carrie he was going to run some more errands.

“I could go with you,” she said nervously.

“You do know the cuffs stay on, right,” Rob said.

She nodded shyly.

They got into Rob’s car and went to the grocery store. Carrie felt a lot of eyes on her as they walked through the store. It made her both shy and aroused as they watched her wondering what was going on. She wondered what they were thinking. Were they concerned? Were the men turned on? Were the women intrigued or excited by the sight and thinking about having someone do the same thing to them?

The longer she was in the things, the more erotic and exciting it became. She was so glad she’d agreed to this, to every part of it. Even the exhibitionism of being taken out in public and shown off was making her moist.

After the store, Rob took her home. The rest of the day passed the same as the previous, both feeling their own excitement grow and looking forward to the following day.

DAY THREE

They woke up late the following morning around ten o’clock and Rob removed her cuffs from both her wrists and ankles.

“Strip down to your panties,” he told her very matter-of-factly.

She was turned on by the authoritative sound of his voice, at this point completely ready to let him do whatever he wanted to her. A small part of her was still nervous but it was outdone by the excitement she was feeling, the arousal of the past two days catching up to her. She did as he had instructed her, stripping herself down, topless, wearing only a pair of red lace panties.

Rob grinned at her.

“Not that those panties aren’t sexy,” he said, “but you may want to put on a cheap old pair.”

She looked at him confused, but decided to go along. She went over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a plain white cotton thong: still sexy, but cheap and disposable. She figured he may be ripping them off of her rather roughly and didn’t want to destroy an expensive pair. She changed into them and stood awaiting further instructions.

“Lie down, on your back, on the bed,” Rob instructed.

She did as she was told and Rob walked over to her. He pulled an arm above her and handcuffed her wrist to the brass headboard. He walked to the other side and applied a second pair of handcuffs to her other wrist in the same way. She looked at him, stunned.

“A second pair,” she asked. She had been expecting to have at least some level of movement with her hands. She slid the cuffs along the bar of the headboard but couldn’t pull her hands away. Her movement was much more restricted than she’d expected.

“Is that a problem,” Rob asked.

She shook her head.

“No,” she said without hesitation. Her heart was beating faster. She was aroused and actually couldn’t wait to find out what he had planned.

Without a word, Rob re-applied the leg irons to her ankles and she laid there on the soft bedsheets in only her panties anxiously awaiting his next move. He went and sat down at their computer and she was unable to see what he was looking at. But a few moments later, she heard the unmistakable sound of porn beginning to play. He stood up and walked out of the room. She pulled herself up into a semi-seated position, Bostancı Ucuz Escort her arms locked in place above her.

She stared at the screen and was able to see two women together in a bedroom and they were both naked on the bed. She and Rob watched porn together before. It wasn’t something they did regularly, but it was a periodic means of foreplay that they used after Carrie had once confessed to periodically thinking about women. She’d never been with a woman, but she had periodically fantasized about being with another woman. So, the sound of two women pleasuring each other moaning as their bodies touched, aroused her. And she lay handcuffed to the bed unable to touch herself to satisfy that arousal.

It lasted over thirty minutes and then Rob came back in the room to find her thrusting her hips against the air. He shut the video off of the computer and stared at her. A large wet patch graced the front of her panties.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she said.

“Oh, I’ll get to it,” he said.

From a drawer, he removed her vibrator. She looked on with excitement as he walked towards her, slid it inside her panties, pressed directly against her and turned it on. Her heart rushed and she convulsed, twisting against her restraints, crying out. He left her alone in the room again and she was in exquisite agony as she felt herself cumming again. She cried out when she couldn’t take it in more, the pleasure too much to bear. She needed Rob inside of her desperately. He came back into the room. He removed the vibrator from her panties and turned it off.

“Can you turn yourself onto your side?”

She struggled through her limited movement to turn herself to a position half on her side half on her back.

He stood over her and gave her a spanking. As his hand slapped her ass cheeks, she squealed in excitement until, after the third slap, he commanded her to remain silent. She involuntarily let out quiet moans as he continued to spank her twelve more times. Afterwards, she turned back onto her backside and laid there waiting for what was next. Rob left the room again, this time leaving her in silence only able to fantasize about her excitement.

Finally, after being alone for another twenty minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. The thoughts and fantasies alone had already brought her to multiple orgasms.

“Please, Rob,” she cried out. “Please, just come fuck me already.”

He appeared in the door a moment later, grinning. She stared at him, pretending to be annoyed that he’d brought her to the point of begging but her eyes only showed a desperation to be filled. He walked into the room and began undressing. As much as she wanted to touch him, there was nothing she could do but watch as he took his time, tormenting her with desire. Finally he was naked and he kneeled over her on the bed.

He reached down and his strong hands ripped the panties off her, tearing them in half. She stared at him, shocked and aroused, her heart beating out of her chest. She swallowed hard.

He started with his hands on her breasts, cupping them, pinching her nipples between his fingers. She’d never had enormous breasts, but Rob had always told her they were perfectly sized. ‘Perky,’ was how he’d sometimes describe them. Her nipples were hard and brittle. She laid back and let the pleasure overwhelm her. His lips kissed her lips, her neck, her ear. The hot air of his breath was driving her insane.

He began fingering her, his fingers grazing around the outside of her pussy, only gently touching it. Small moans escaped her mouth as her desire boiled over. He put his head down and pressed his lips to her pussy, sliding his tongue inside of her, flicking it back and forth against the sides of her pussy as his fingers played with her clit. Instinctively, she wanted to hold his head there with her hands and tried to do so, but the handcuffs made it impossible. She was completely at his will to start and stop as he chose.

“Please,” she moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

But of course, he stopped. She’d told him to figure out how to make this last and that’s what he was doing. He was making it last as long as he could. He pressed his fingers, still wet with her juices, to her lips and she sucked on them, glaring up at him with lust filled eyes. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take this. Her pussy was on fire. She felt another explosion inside of herself.

He used his strong arms to lift her legs up in the air. Her feet were still chained together by the leg irons and could only stretch eighteen inches apart. With her legs up in the air, he slid his dick into her tight wet cunt and immediately she screamed in pleasure at the release of pleasure. His cock was rock hard and throbbing. With all the foreplay, she knew he would only last so long. He began thrusting back and forth against her, hard, his balls slapping against her as his shaft slid in and out of her.

He let her legs down and lay on top of her, continuing to thrust, throbbing deep inside of her. She let her legs thrust up against him. He slid his tongue into her mouth, pressing his lips to hers, kissing her passionately as they fucked. Her arms reflexively still tried to pull to wrap around him and the metal cuffs continued to clang against the brass headboard. She was dripping wet and she felt herself cumming, around Rob’s cock, her cum dripping out and soaking the bedsheet underneath her.

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