Handcuffed

It had begun as a game, as a flirt. As a little whim of a girl with long, blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes.

And she had smiled, as the steel rings closed in on my wrists with a metallic sound. And I had felt my heart hammering, where I lay on her bed, and felt the touch of the hardcuffs and the bar of cast iron in the heardboard that might keep me here forever.

She had giggled as she unbuttoned my shirt, and her long, blonde hair fell over my upper body. I had been thinking that this just might be my lucky day.

But only one kiss, on a point between my nipples, did she offer me, and then I saw her hair and her skirt turn around, both bopping as she left the room.

I remained - I had no choice.