Handcuff Escape By Master Ivan

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Handcuff Escape

By Master Ivan

Its funny the way there are so many different mind-sets that go into Dominance and submission. The invariable truth is that most of us have urges, visions of helplessness for ourselves or imagined partners, waiting for just the right combinations of events to turn them into realities.

The series of events in this case took place in an isolated house in the western suburbs. It was thought of as a “rich” neighborhood, but there were a lot of nooks and crannies in the area, dead-end streets and isolated circles deep in the woods where no one would intrude on your privacy. This house was shared by several people, young and independent, free-thinkers, and I hung out with them for most of a memorable summer.

Some of them had an overt interest in the dominant and submissive arts. That was what drew me into their circle to begin with. There was curiosity, which grew as I started occasionally bringing along some toys, such as leather collars and cuffs, perhaps a small whip, on my visits. And the leather toys revealed an interest shared by nearly all of them--a propensity to become escape artists.

The guys began the challenges, of course. They'd get the leather locked on their wrists behind the back, then struggle briefly to unbuckle a cuff from one wrist. Nothing special there. Then, they'd occasionally get padlocked to an object in a way that they couldn't get to the buckles, then they'd have to negotiate their release as the girls present teased them and enjoyed their captivity.

Cloey seemed to be very responsive to those games. She got visibly hot at them, enjoying the guys when they got trapped, almost provoking them at times, seemingly dreaming of retribution later when they'd get their chance. When she played the game, it was invariably with her wrists joined behind her, presenting her pert breasts in good form where she could not protect them, inviting the guys to take advantage--which they usually did. And thruout the experience, it was very clear to me she hungered for more.

I provided her a perfect opportunity when I brought the steel handcuffs. They were the “Spanish” variety--not quite as secure as the Smith and Wesson police cuffs, but quite secure. They could be picked, but it took a substantial effort and some skill to do so. And that became the challenge of the evening.

It started with the guys, as it always did. Locked in front, each in turn would try to pick the lock with a bobby pin. They all succeeded, although the time varied from a few minutes to over half an hour. Behind the back was more difficult, and the times doubled or tripled as a result. I noticed Cloey had quite a bit of difficulty getting out of them locked in front, and I knew she'd have more trouble with them locked on behind her back. She was getting cocky about it, bragging that she could get out of them, and I decided it was good time to accelerate events and give her what she was probably dreaming about anyway...

“Cloey--since you're so confident, how would you like to make a challenge out of it?”

Her eyes were on fire. She knew I had something kinky in mind, and she laughed, asking, “Just what DO you have in mind, you pervert?”

I noticed she was dressed in some very short pants, and a conservative shirt that wasn't tucked in. It was fastened with six buttons. And it was tight enough to be quite revealing even when fully buttoned.

I smiled back at her. “I was thinking, once you're all locked up in the cuffs, to start things off, every five minutes you don't get out, you get one button of your shirt undone.”

She looked back at me with that phony outrage which was not even close to covering up the flash of unadulterated heat the idea gave her.

“After that, five minutes each for the two bra straps, and forty-five minutes in you lose the entire bra.”

At that point, her heat seemed to completely overpower the outrage. She smiled and said, “That DOES sound pretty hot. So if I go for this little deal, what happens next?”

I played up the fantasy as I knew she would enjoy it. “Well, I figure give you another fifteen minutes to struggle in the cuffs stripped to the waist with all us guys enjoying the display, then you ought to get some more motivation.”

“Uh…. what kind of motivation?”

“I was thinking in terms of clothespins on your nipples.”

I heard her gasp audibly. And I noted her nipples were rock-hard, obvious within her shirt.

“Certainly, with that much time passing, the stakes have to go up. So I've thought of a very good way to end the scenario.”

Her eyes were fixated on my face as I continued.

“You’ll be brought to your knees in the center of the room while you continue to try to escape. Sooner or later, either you'll escape, or the pain in your nipples will force you to surrender and admit you can't get out of the cuffs. When you finally admit defeat, we'll add a second pair of handcuffs to join your elbows, then run some short ropes from your wrists to your ankles to keep you kneeling. Then, you can pay your penalty.”

Her eyes widened. “Penalty?”

“Of course. After so much time spent trying, certainly you can see you'll need to pay a price for keeping us all waiting.”

It is always important when maneuvering a potential slave into submission to get her to agree to her own enslavement. And for a slavegirl who is consciously aware of her feelings and seeking a path into submission, it is a kindness to her to provide her with such a path. So I was quite pleased when she answered, “Of course.”

I acted like I was thinking hard about it, in spite of the fact that the idea had been clear in my mind for hours. “It seems to me that such a lengthy effort should end with providing some real entertainment to the guys here who would be getting teased by your struggling. I think the best way might be to give one of them--not your boyfriend, of course--a BJ.”

I used the letters instead of more overt terms such as “sucking a cock”, to allow her to ease herself into agreement to the terms I was presenting. The act itself, if it got that far, would be that much more intense for her as a result.

Naturally, her face was aghast at the idea on the surface. She reddened, her eyes lowered, yet she broadcast that intense feeling of helpless submission, almost as if she was already chained, stripped and about to be used. I think I could almost smell her musk.

There was still room to expand the game plan, but at this point, she still had some subtle control. She could invite more conditions to be added to the list, or accept it as is, or back out of the deal. In my mind, we were already pushing the limits for someone with no active experience in the games, so I was pleased when she finally said, “Ok--Let’s do it.”

I let her boyfriend do the honors and lock her wrists in the handcuffs. I noticed he did lock them pretty tightly--she wouldn't get much slack to play with. I then put the bobby pin on the coffee table, where she had to do a bit of struggling just to pick it up. Barely a minute after her efforts started, I could see in her face that she didn't have a prayer of getting out.

Watching the clock carefully, I noted when five minutes had passed. I casually walked over and undid the top button on her shirt. She gasped as just a bit of her cleavage came into view. When five more minutes had passed, she saw me as I approached. This time, the swell of her breasts was displayed, down below the center of her bra. She reddened again as she was helpless to prevent her exposure.

She continued to struggle trying to pick the lock. When the fourth button was released, the shirt slid off her right breast and shoulder. She turned a shade darker, knowing how transparent that bra was as well as how hard her explicitly displayed nipples were.

The guys were certainly enjoying the show, including her boyfriend. There were a few females present as well, and they seemed to be enjoying the show as much as the guys. I knew Cloey would be more deeply humiliated with them present to watch.

She lost the last button. After undoing it, I swept the shirt off her shoulders to fully reveal her in nothing but the tiny wisp of a bra above her waist. I sat a bit closer to her then, watching her struggle and often gaping obviously at her partially revealed breasts. As the next intervals passed, I lowered the straps on her bra, one side at a time. And I noted that without the straps, that bra would be a struggle to keep in place. She continued her efforts to pick the locks, as the cup on the right side slipped down an inch, partially revealing her aureole.

Another five minutes passed. I went behind her and simply unsnapped her bra. It dropped to her waist, to be greeted by cheers in the room. She moaned as she was finally stripped to the waist. I briefly unlocked her left cuff to remove the shirt and bra, then quickly relocked it. I handed the items to her boyfriend, who moved them out of sight. When he returned, he briefly caressed her exposed breasts, causing her to moan. And getting into the spirit of things, he invited others to do the same. Soon everyone was pawing at her, squeezing, petting, sometimes gently pinching her, and she could do nothing to stop it.

All the eyes in the room were riveted on her now. It seemed to me she spent more time struggling against the cuffs than actively trying to pick the locks. And as I took the two clothespins out of my pocket and placed them in the center of the coffee table in front of us, she quickly checked the time and gasped. She renewed her serious efforts to escape now, as the threat of some real pain confronted her. I have no doubt she had never experienced the clothespins before and felt some genuine fear.

I picked up the clothespins and smiled. I clipped the right nipple first, and she instantly cried out. It was a tolerable pain for her, but I know it was more than she anticipated. She did continue her efforts to escape, but her movements were more guarded now, careful not to shake her clamped breasts.

I helped her to her knees in the center of the floor. A few moments later, I felt a bit of inspiration and asked her boyfriend, “Do you think she's a bit hot in those pants of hers?’ He agreed with me whole-heartedly. Seconds later, he had removed her remaining clothes leaving her naked on her knees.

I stood before the cuffed and now naked girl. She continued to moan as her nipples suffered, but her efforts to free herself were clearly ended.

“It would seem a girl has been defeated by the handcuffs,” I told her.

She looked up at me, and said, “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Then say so, girl.”

“I have been defeated by your handcuffs, Sir.”

“And are you now ready to pay the agreed price for your defeat?”

She shuddered, again blushing, as she said, “Yes, Sir.”

I took out a second pair of handcuffs and used them to join her elbows behind her. She gasped as the cuffs stretched the skin of her breasts and increased the pain of her clamped nipples. It also caused her tits to thrust out even more wantonly. I then announced: “This girl will now pay off the remainder of her penalty. Any man here who would like to get his cock sucked, step forward.”

Several of the guys stepped out. They worked out the order and one stood before the girl and began to take out his cock. Cloey looked at me with alarm and said, “Sir, my clamps???”

“Yes, they're quite entertaining to the guys. I'm sure you won't mind wearing them at least until the first of them cums in your mouth?”

Her eyes widened at that. “The FIRST of them, Sir?”

“Of course, girl. You've aroused all of them. Would you let the rest suffer without giving them pleasure as well?”

It was a test for her, as I had quickly added to her penalty in two ways. But she passed the test admirably, simply hanging her head and replying “N-no, Sir.”

The first of them stood before her and revealed his erect cock. She moaned once more, her eyes scanning the room as everyone watched her humiliation. She opened her mouth and began to suck his cock.

I waited until the third guy was about to cum before removing her clothespins. Her cries helped him to get over the edge, and he came in her mouth and on her face before they ended.

I kept close tabs on her boyfriend, who checked Cloey out periodically to make sure she was in good shape with all this. She put up with it all in fine style, and remained naked and cuffed for the remainder of the evening. Before it ended, she had sucked off every guy in the room, some of them twice. The cum was drying on her face, and her boyfriend told me later she remained locked all night and sucked him off again first thing in the morning when they awakened.

3/29/12

Copyright © 2012
Master Ivan Press

[Gladimeir15]

OMG!!! This is the girl version of 50 shades of grey.. Oh but I love reading it.. It gives me an idea how to play and have fun as well... Nice....very nice....