I sounds strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.I sounds strange, but when I'm tied down, I feel free.' She poured it out like it was a confession. She seemed like she really wanted to talk about this. 'And that's why you have these here?' I asked. 'No, not really. My husband doesn't approve of such things. He thinks it's weird, too strange. He thinks we shouldn't have and don't need things like this in our lives. He's never tried it, and probly never will.' 'Then why do you have in the first place, and why here?' 'I've had them for a long time, even before I met my husband. I bought them myself, when another man and I were involved. As for having them here, I have no other place to hide them.' She wasn't mad or angry. She spoke firmly, very matter-of-factly. I picked up the handcuffs and studied them. 'These arn't cheep.' I said. 'Good quality, double locks, re-enforced steel. I bet they cost a good amount when you bought them.' 'There were expensive, but I didn't want something cheap. If I was going to be restrained, I wanted to be restrained with no hope of escape.' She then looked at me a little different. 'But it seems you know more of these things that you've let on.' I smiled. 'Yeah, I do. I guess we have a comman problem here. I love this kind of stuff myself. I tried to get my wife involved in it, even before we were married. When I tied her to the bed, she got hyper and nervous. |