Joe and Kelly (the nutty nurse) had become attached to each other after their accidental getting together where he had to hold her captive for the duration of a drugs deal that went more than pear shaped.

She had a month off work and he was self employed so nobody would be missing them for the next few days at least.

It was now late on Sunday afternoon; they were heading north to lay low for a couple of weeks in hiding after ripping off Mr Jones, one of the drug dealers for twelve thousand pounds.

They were in Kelly’s car with all her belongings as this was part of her planned trip but not Joes.

He suggested that they stop at the next town to eat and buy a change of clothes for him.

They parked in a public car park and walked into the town centre looking for a restaurant. Kelly held Joes hand as they reached a road junction and didn’t let go after they crossed.

They passed many shops, glancing in the windows as they did. A second hand shop window display caught Kelly’s attention as she stopped and pulled on Joe’s hand stopping him too. A pair of handcuffs were sitting on a box on a display shelf between a guitar, some air weapons, a catapult and various fishing rods.

“We could have hours of fun with those couldn’t we, if only this place was open?” she said.

Joe smiled at her and kissed the side of her head.

They moved on, stopping to look at the menu outside a restaurant with a high price on every dish.

“Looks good to me.” Joe said.

Kelly felt under dressed in her denim shorts and t-shirt but agreed to eat there. She ordered only the best from the menu with the knowledge that Jonesy (Mr Jones) was paying and that she had earned it.

After a glass of wine or two Joe opened up to Kelly, apologising for restraining her in such a brutal way. Kelly held his knee under the table and winked at him. “I quite liked being under your control.” She told him.

After eating they headed back to the car, now too late for clothes shopping because of it being a Sunday evening.

As they drove, Kelly asked to borrow Joe’s phone so that she could check her facebook messages as this had the code for the safe box holding the keys to the cottage. Joe’s facebook profile came up as Kelly opened the web page. Kelly scrutinised it, asking Joe a thousand questions about himself as she went through everything. She sent herself a friends request then logged into her own account and accepted it before reading her messages.



It was 9:30 pm and dark when they finally arrived at the cottage; it stood on its own, with white exterior walls and a stone slab roof, matching the surrounding buildings in this tiny village.

Kelly retrieved the key from the lock box on the wall and they both walked inside.

Inside was very open plan with low traditional wooden beams, the sort recycled from old ships two hundred years or so ago. There was a kitchen with a door leading outside to the garage. The bedroom and the bathroom were off the main lounge. The lounge was on two levels and they stepped down half way along as they walked towards the large glass doors overlooking the sea view.

“Wow Kelly, you chose well here. So you were planning to be here on your own for some time were you?” He asked.

“Yes, so you’d better behave or I’ll chain your balls up again.” She laughed referring to their previous incident.

Joe turned on the central heating then emptied Kelly’s belongings out of the car and placed the bags in the bedroom. Kelly unpacked and put her phone on charge at the side of the bed.

The last two days had taken their toll and Kelly began nodding off to sleep whilst catching up with her messages. Joe lay on the bed next to her and with his phone he began reading all about Kelly’s social media.

It wasn’t long before Kelly had fallen asleep using Joe’s chest as a pillow with him using his fingers to brush her hair.



It was 9:30 on Monday morning when they both woke. Kelly examined her wrists, finding them to be fine and surprisingly not bruised after being chained up over Saturday night.

On her holiday she had planned on plenty of fitness and go running each day but not today. Not now she has an unexpected man staying in the cottage with her. She stayed in bed and snuggled up to him. “We could stay like this all day if you want.” She suggested.

“Tempting but we will need food eventually.” Joe replied.

They had a long kiss and then Joe climbed out of bed. He put on his jeans and went for a better look around the cottage.

Kelly followed him out of the bedroom in her underwear. She found Joe admiring the structure of the old building, paying particular attention to one of the two upright wooden beams in the lounge.

“You’re not planning on tying me to that later are you?” She asked.

Joe laughed and smiled at her “That all depends on your behaviour today.” He said.



Joe unlocked the kitchen door, leading out to the garage and walked in. It had the same low roof beam structure as the main cottage and was not quite wide enough for two cars.

He noticed what must be the cover for a car inspection pit made up of loose boards butted up to each other, set into the concrete floor. He casually wandered over and pressed his foot on one of the boards, looking down through the gap between two of them but it was too dark. The boards spanned the 3 foot wide pit and he counted twelve of them. Normally these would be removed with a car parked over the top to gain access to the underneath. A useful feature but not one you see in houses anymore as tinkering with your own car is a bit of a thing of the past he thought.

There was what looked like a sofa covered with cloth dust sheets lying against the wall adjacent to the kitchen door and a Welsh dresser unit standing next to it obviously being stored there out of the main cottage.

The garage was cold and so he headed back inside.

Kelly, still in her underwear held her phone in her hand and called Joe over to her standing by the glass sliding doors. She pointed the camera at both their faces, Kelly’s bra straps and Joe’s naked shoulders with the sea view in the background and took a selfie of them both.

She checked in and posted the picture of the view and both of them, adding Joe’s name to the post for all her friends to gossip about back home.

They both showered together in the bath tub, taking it in turns to hog the hot water from the shower whilst lathering the other person with soap. There could only be one outcome for the two of them all slippery in the shower and it wasn’t long before they were making love.

Joe had to borrow her razor to shave his face, adding it to the mental list of things he needed to buy as well as food later that day.

Kelly loved having a hold over this handsome man, knowing that she could play on his guilt for ever because of him abducting her the day before. She loved being in his company as she skipped around the cottage with her towel wrapped around her.

After drying her hair, Kelly wore a pale green polo shirt and her light grey Yoga pants. Joe admired her, complementing her on how lovely she looked.



They took a short walk hand in hand down to the beach, passing below and looking up at the line of tall rocks, almost like cliff faces with alcoves like caves at the bottom calved out over years by the water.

Joe realised how isolated and uninhabited this area was, as he reached the shore line on the pebble beach.

Because of the lay of the land even a dog walker would choose one of the other beaches on ether side of these rocks and not the tiny bay they were in otherwise they would have to get their shoes wet.

On their walk back to the cottage Joe explored one of the alcoves that seemed to go back into the rock and deviate off to the right out of sight for about five meters. It was obvious from the vegetation outside that this was now above the mark where the high tide would be.

Inside felt eerily silent, almost completely muffling the sound of the waves. He wondered if this would have the reverse effect if someone was to make a noise in the cave, would it be heard over the noise of the sea.

Kelly ran in front of him.

“How cool is this.” She said, looking all around her. “Take a picture of me.”

Joe held his phone up and put it on to manual flash.

Kelly stood against the back wall of the cave with her shoulders touching the rock.

“Beautiful.” He said.

She raised her hands high above her head and pressed the tops of her wrists against the rock, pushing out her chest and arching her back with her bum cheeks against the wall.

“Help me.” She shouted, as Joe took the photo.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a childhood fantasy of mine being held captive in a cave all alone.” She said.

“You like being the damsel in distress don’t you?” He asked.

She put her arms around his waist and kissed him.

“Come on. You’ll get used to me, I promise.” She said as she took his hand, leading him out towards the car.



They drove to the nearest town which took 50 minutes, where they ate like royalty and talked for ever, followed by shopping for the weeks food and drink.

Kelly wore a short jacket which only came down to her waist height, teasing passers by with the curves of her arse cheeks enhanced by the elasticity of her yoga pants. Joe also loved the fact that he could show this beauty off to everyone else as being with him.

Joe bought more boxer shorts, socks and a few t-shirts as well as the usual cosmetics for himself.

They didn’t hold back when choosing the food or drinks ether as amongst their provisions were six bottles of Champaign courtesy of Jonesy’s money they had ‘confiscated’.

Joe looked at his watch, it was 2pm. Before heading back he asked if they needed to visit a pharmacy for some sort of protection, to which Kelly smiled and showed him her contraceptive pills in her handbag.

Not one for shopping Joe had to admit to Kelly that he’d loved spending the day with her. Being on the run from Jonesy wasn’t such a bad thing after all he thought.

On way back to cottage they notice a whisky distillery in the village attached to the local public house. It had a sign outside saying Visitors Entrance.

An hour later they were unpacking their groceries, making sure to put one of the Champaign bottles in the deep freeze along with two glasses to chill it down quickly.

Joe checked the time and suggested that they should have a look at the whisky distillery before it closed, as it was about fifty yards away from their cottage, whilst the Champaign chilled down.

Admission to the distillery was free; all they had to do was keep to the designated path behind the glass partition windows, follow and read the display boards all the way around the building.

There was a particular part of the distillery that boasted about how it had manufactured its own barrels for the past fifty years and even shipped them out to other distilleries around Scotland.

They watched as a worker took a long piece of flat metal and kept feeding it through three rollers, causing it to bend a little bit more each time it passed through them until it became a full circle, to be welded closed and hammered tightly over the sides of a wooden barrel.

”Now that is how you make a metal belt.” She said with a raised eyebrow. “That is much more sturdy than that flimsy clamp thing you had on me yesterday.” “I wonder if he can make them any smaller, they’d make really sexy bracelets don’t you think?”

“Then we could definitely have some fun?” She said, putting her arms around his waist, locking eyes and smiling at him.

Joe felt aroused at the thought of her suggestion. He kissed her gently on the lips and said “You are so kinky. How the hell did I ever find you.”

They continued the tour, learning a little about the mixing, brewing, distilling and bottling process, before moving on to the bar in the attached public house for the tasting which unfortunately was no longer a free part of the tour.

The bar served food and so after a couple of whisky samples on an empty stomach, they headed back to the cottage and popped open the Champaign from the freezer.

They had a celebratory drink to the two of them and were now really feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Realising the two of them hadn’t eaten for six hours they hurried back to the bar for some food.

They continued drinking in the public house and after eating, Joe left Kelly sitting at their table to order yet more drinks from the bar. There was a man wearing a polo top with the distillery logo on it, sitting at the bar alone, enjoying a fine whisky sample from his place of work.

The man recognised Joe and Kelly from watching him through the window on the distillery tour earlier on and so he introduced himself.

“I’m Mack the cooper; I make the whiskey barrels next door. I saw you both having a look around today.”

“Hi I’m Joe, yes we saw you working earlier today. Pleased to meat you.” They shook hands.

Joe’s tongue had definitely being loosened by the alcohol making it easy for him to ask Mack.

“My girlfriend and I did have one question. We were wondering if you had the facility to make any of those hoops any other size?”

In his Scottish accent he replied “Aye laddie, we have a fully equipped blacksmiths outfit next door, what size were you thinking of?”

Joe took a couple of seconds to build up courage, then moved closer to Mack and quietly said “We like to play games in the bedroom if you know what I mean so if I said about the size of that lady over there’s wrists, would you know what I was talking about?”

Mack looked away, had a sip of his whisky, paused then turned back to Joe saying “Are you serious?”

“Is it possible?” Joe asked.

“Aye it would be easy but…” Mack was cut off by Joe.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back in a moment.” Joe said as he wandered back over to Kelly and sat next to her.

“Baby, I’m chatting to that man over there who is the guy who makes the metal rings they put around the barrels we saw today, remember?” Joe said.

“Yes I remember, I didn’t recognise him without his hat and goggles.” Kelly moved closer to Joe and quietly mumbled “I don’t suppose you’ve asked him about smaller size rings yet have you?”

“I did and he said that can do it.” He replied smiling, watching Kelly’s look change from one of hope to temptation. “He want’s to know how serious we are about it?”

“Tell him yes but.”

“Aww, Just tell him yes.” “I’m on holiday with a hunky guy. Let’s have some fun.” Kelly looked over and waved to Mack who was looking back at the two of them having an exited conversation.

“Ok. I’m in.” He said.

“What ever the cost, we can afford it. Let’s do it.” She replied.

“What should I ask him to make?” Joe asked.

Kelly made a drunken list for Joe “Err, I want something really secure like the ones you put on me before, that felt amazing and I want to do it again. I don’t want to be able to touch myself in between my legs, that will be your job. I want to be able to walk and don’t want anything on my neck.”

Joe interrupted “What about around your waist?”

“Yes that’s fine. I’ll leave it up to you two. Make it a surprise for me?” She smiled.

Kelly continued “This will be a gift from you to me so don’t get it wrong, bear in mind how you thought you had me last time but I still conquered your balls and chained your neck.” She shifted her smile from Joe, over to Mack sitting at the bar.

Joe thought for a few seconds, “Leave it with me honey. I’ll see what we can do.” He kissed her on the top of her head as he stood up and walked back over to Mack at the bar.

Kelly had a flutter in her stomach as her mind began running away with wild thoughts of being helplessly trusting, under Joes control again.

“Definitely serious if you’re ok with it.” Joe said to Mack.

“Aye well what did you have in mind?” Mack asked as he turned to a member of staff, speaking too fast for Joe to understand his accent but Mack receiving a pen and paper at the end of his conversation and passing them to Joe.

Kelly could see the two of them making sketches, talking and drinking for a while and wished she could be a fly on the wall but she was too nervous to join in the conversation. They eventually both came over to Kelly’s table with fresh drinks. Mack introduced himself and shook hands with Kelly.

“I’ll spare any embarrassment and cut to the chase.” Mack said “I’m on holiday from tomorrow until Friday so if you still want to go ahead with this then call into the workshop on Friday afternoon and I’ll take some measurements.”

Kelly’s hopes were shattered “Friday!” She said “What about tomorrow?”

“No can doo. I’m going away early in the morning and I won’t be back until Thursday evening.” He said.

Kelly looked at Joe, “Joe?” She said.

Joe looked at Mack and said “What about tonight then?”

Mack replied “No. I’m finished for the night.”

Kelly hit back at him with “Whatever he said he will pay you, I’ll give you five hundred pounds on top if you open the workshop tonight.”

Mack made a kind of squeaking noise as he smiled, looking at both of them. “Are you saying five hundred and ninety pounds?”

“Yes.” Joe replied “Do you have the keys?”

Mack was elated, he couldn’t refuse the offer. “I need a couple of measurements.” He said, turning to Joe, “I’ll need a note from your wallet.”

Joe handed him a ten pound note.

“Keep that; let’s call it six hundred if you keep this quiet.” Kelly said.

“Same goes to you two; I would never live it down if this got out that I had done such a thing.” Mack said as he covertly wrapped the note around Kelly’s wrist and made a fold where the two ends crossed over. He then asked Joe if he could borrow his belt from his jeans.

Joe passed it to Mack. Mack then checked that nobody was looking, asked Kelly to stand up and used it to measure her waist, removing it quickly before anyone looked. He then made a pen mark on the inside of the belt and fastened it around his own waist. He put the folded note and Joes final design sketch into his wallet, finished his drink and went over to give the member of staff his glass and the pen back.

He came back over to the table and said “Give me an hour and then knock on the side door of the workshop, the light will be on. Oh and be sure to bring a large part of that six hundred pounds with you.”

Joe was in disbelief. “Fucking hell. Are we really going to do this?” he asked her.

Kelly smiled back at him saying “Looks like you’re going to be my ‘lioness tamer’ for the next few days dear.”

They finished their drinks and went back to the cottage. From the moment the door closed they were all over each other kissing and bouncing off walls and cupboards as they headed for the bedroom. They rolled around on the bed for a few minutes but both agreed that they would keep their clothes on until later.

“Am I getting a belt?” She asked.

“It’s a surprise.” He replied.

“Will I be able to change my top?” She asked.

“No, not until Mack cuts you free.” He told her.

“No keys again?” She asked.

“No time for him to go out and buy locks or anything like that.” Joe explained.

Kelly’s heart fluttered. “Ok then, I think I’ll wear my Lycra sports top, I can shower in that and it will dry on me quite quickly.” She said.

She removed her bra and pulled on the tight fitting white top. “What do you think?” she asked.

Joe took one look then turned away saying “If I look at you again in that top, we’ll be back in the bedroom and we won’t be leaving her until morning. Please put a jacket on.”

Kelly smiled “You like it then?”



Another glass of Champaign and the hour was up. Joe picked up the rest of the money and they walked to the workshop. He knocked on the door and Mack invited them in.

Mack gave Joe his belt back and said “First things first, I need you to make a declaration that this is your idea and your wishes by means of a video on my phone so that there is no comeback on me if the police find you with this on”.

Mack then held up his phone and videoed Joe and Kelly’s declaration.

Mack had the restraint set on his bench. He brushed off some welding marks around the half links of the chains attaching them to the main bands and held it up in the air.

“I rounded all the edges with a grinder before I started bending them so it shouldn’t be uncomfortable against your skin.” Mack told them.

Kelly looked and immediately had a rush in her loins, feeling her nipples tingling against the tight Lycra top as she saw the contraption.

It comprised of a large ‘C’ shaped metal band which was obviously to go around her waist, with two smaller ‘C’ shaped bracelets welded to it using two short chains each being close to and on opposite sides of the opening.

Joe held the restraints and ran his fingers along the rounded edges of the metal, making sure there wasn’t anything sharp that could cut into her wrists. He then explained to Kelly, “Mack doesn’t have any hinges or locks so we agreed that he could close them up in the vice and stop them springing back open with a small weld. What do you think?”

Kelly not realising how impaired through alcohol she was, agreed. “Yes, I trust you darling. If you’re happy with it then so am I.”

“Shall we give them a try and see how they look on you first?” Mack asked.

Kelly removed her jacket and took hold of the device, lifting her top slightly she put it on from her side and then rotated it around so that the opening was at her front with the wrist manacles each side of the opening.

Joe saw the look on Mack’s face, referring to how kinky she looked he smiled and with his barely understandable accent, joked “We have to get this over with quick before I have a heart attack.”

Mack removed the belt from Kelly’s waist and placed one of the bracelets in his bench vice, clamping it in place. He asked Kelly to put the narrow part of her wrist in through the narrow gap in the cuff then rotate it around inside. When she did, Mack tightened the vice jaws, bending the bracelet closed into a slightly oval shaped band. He then threaded a cold wet rag through the cuff, mostly at the top followed by a thin piece of wood just under the join.

“The wood will prevent me from burning you and the wet rag as well as the vice jaws will absorb most of the heat.” He explained. “Now if I can ask you both to look away please.”

Joe and Kelly both looked away as a bright blue light appeared accompanied by a crackling sound and the smell of burning meatal.

Less than ten seconds later the light stopped, Mack poured more water over the wet rags around Kelly’s wrist to keep them cool and then began welding again. When the blue light went out the second time there was the sound of sizzling water as Mack poured lots of cold water over the cuff and her wrist immediately.

“You can both look now.” He said as he removed the cuff from the vice and carefully took Kelly over to the sink, dowsing the cuff in cold running water. “Did you feel any of that?” he asked.

“It’s warm at the moment but it didn’t burn me no.” she told him.

Mack placed the second manacle in the bench vice and invited Kelly to put her other wrist in and twist it, the same as before. He then tightened the vice, closing the second cuff to the pre-measured oval shaped fit and threaded the cold wet rag through with the wooden slither to prevent it burning her skin.

Joe and Kelly looked away again as Mack ran a one and a half inch weld in two short stages, along the whole width of the four millimetre thick steel cuff, poring water over the rag on her wrist half way through, then pouring more water over the cuff and the bench, not caring about the floor, before he carefully rushed Kelly over to the sink again to run it under the cold water.

“What do you think?” Mack asked.

“Oh my God.” Kelly said.

Joe felt the cuffs “Oh my god babes, they are beautiful.” He said.

Kelly admired the cuffs. They each had a welded five inch long chain attached to the main belt at points Three inches ether side of the belt opening. She smiled at Joe. “Are you sure I won’t be able to touch myself? These chains are awfully close to my front, shouldn’t they be by my sides?” She asked.

Mack looked at Joe and said “Would you like to do the honours sir?”

Joe nodded and took hold of the waist belt. He put it on at Kelly’s side then rotated it around so that the opening and the cuffs were behind her back.

“Oh I see.” She said. “Hurry before I change my mind.”

Mack instructed Joe to put his arms around Kelly’s waist belt and squeeze the two open ends closed so that he could clamp them together with a pair of locking plyers.

This again made a slightly oval shape around her waist. Mack then clamped the earth lead for the electric tig type welder from the bench vice onto the belt then put the rag and a larger piece of wood between the joint and Kelly’s skin.

“Look away.” Mack said to Joe as he welded the first half then removed the plyers and welded the rest of the one and a half inch joint. Holding a bundle of rags underneath it, he carefully poured water over it to cool it down, taking care not to splash Kelly’s clothes.

“All done.” Mack said. “What do you think?”

The belt sat high above her hips. She tried to rotate it around her waist but because of her arm on the opposite side, she couldn’t move her hands ether way any further than to her side just above her hip bone.

She looked down to her side at the restraints and tested the size of the cuffs by trying to pull her hands through them.

There would be no chance of her hands getting through those holes, they had been specifically made to measure for her wrists. She looked at how the oval shape followed the contours of her skin perfectly.

The whole device was heavy but not too heavy to be a burden.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a minute.” Mack said.

“Holly shit babes.” Joe said looking at what he considered now to be his girlfriend absolutely helpless and available with her hands permanently welded behind her back. “Let’s get you home.”

Joe then placed Kelly’s jacket over her shoulders and zipped it up. He kissed her on her lips, telling her “You are one beautiful lioness.”

Kelly was a little bit stunned and sobering up rapidly.

Joe went to thank Mack and pay him “Shall we see you here on Thursday evening when you get back then?” he asked.

Taking the money Mack said “Aye. I’ll be here Thursday night to remove them for you. Take care won’t you.”



Kelly didn’t speak until they arrived back at the cottage. “Did you specify my hands behind my back and not at my sides?” she asked as soon as the door closed.

Joe smiled back at her and said “Got you good this time haven’t I?”

Kelly didn’t smile.

Joe went on, “I asked for the chains to be long enough so that you can wipe your own behind and positioned so that you can lie on your back with your arms at your side but so that you can’t reach your front.”

He took Kelly’s jacket off and told her to lie down and try it.

She lay down on the bed with her elbows bent and her hands at her sides. It wasn’t too uncomfortable but it was the thought of her hands behind her that was bothering her.

Joe knelt over her, straddling her legs and leaning over the top of her, he stroked a lock of golden hair out of her face, onto the pillow.

“I’m not sure about this Joe.” She said.

Joe tried to reassure her. “I think it’s just a daunting thought looking ahead for three days. I’m sure you’ll be ok in the morning.” He said. “You do look sexy though” he told her, as he put his hand on the belt and gave it a gentle rattle.

Joe crawled backwards down her body taking a long intake of breath through his nostrils as he sniffed his way down over one of her nipples, down to her waist, over the belt and all the way down to the crotch of her grey yoga pants.

Looking up towards her face he smiled and whispered “You won’t regret this I promise.”

Joe took off her shoes and socks. He began gathering her yoga pants at her hips by clawing at them with his finger tips, scrunching the cloth together until the elastic reached his fingers, then he dragged them quickly down to her knees. He moved his hands back up to retrieve her underpants, bringing them down to her feet, taking the yoga pants off at the same time and throwing them on the floor. He reached up and lifted her white Lycra top up at the front, over and off her head then back to behind her neck, exposing her breasts.

He then undressed himself, lay back down next to her on the bed. He held her, kissed her and lay on top of her locking eyes with her “Are you ok?” he asked.

Joe was so turned on that he would have found it difficult to not make love to her if she didn’t want to.

Kelly could only lay there with Joe in control of the situation, she wrapped her legs around him and tilted her hips for positioning but the restriction due to her manacles was playing on her mind.

Should they go and see Mack first thing in the morning and ask him to release her she thought.

Joe woke the next morning to Kelly calling him from the bathroom.

“I can’t reach my front. You’ll have to help me.” She said.

Joe cleaned his ‘pet’ then cooked for her and fed her at the table. She questioned him about weather he is her master or her servant and her being pet or slave because other than sex, she is no use to him without her hands.

They talked after eating about the shackles before showering together. Kelly loved the feeling of Joe washing her hair and how he washed her sports top from both inside and out with her still wearing it, paying extra attention to her soapy nipples as he did.

He towel dried her and sat with her on the bed, drying her hair and her top with the hair dryer. She also loved the attention he was giving her, so she decided to continue playing along and stay cuffed like this for the next two and a half days.

The time would soon be afternoon and Joe needed a plan to keep them occupied without going out and Kelly being reported to the police as a kidnap victim. He searched the internet for ideas on his phone and saw a potential result if Kelly wanted to go with it. It was a kind of sex or fetish even cross dressing anything goes fancy dress themed night in a club about an hour and a half drive away. Open from nine in the evening, pay at the door, guests welcome the webpage said.

Kelly needed help getting dressed. After her underwear, she directed Joe to the chest of drawers and asked him to pick out her beige riding pants. As she stepped in to each leg and Joe pulled the stretchy material all the way up her smooth legs and over the soft skin of her cheeks, he questioned himself as to weather he preferred putting clothes on Kelly or taking them off.

Kelly was admiring the sea view over the rocks, sitting on a single step which divided the two sides of the main room in the house between their split levels. Joe sat behind her, wrapped his legs around her waist and his arms around her shoulders. He kissed her neck as she lifted her head up to face the ceiling as far back as she could, trying to look at him behind her.

“We need to buy you some kind of cape to cover you up.” He said, standing up.

“Come on I’m taking you out shopping.” He went on as he picked up her jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders leaving the sleeves empty. “Do you think we’ll get away with this in public?” He asked.

Kelly looked at herself in the mirror. “I suppose there are many disabilities or reasons for a person to be wearing a jacket without their arms in the sleeves. The last thing people will be thinking is that I chose to be chained up for three days.” “Where are you taking me?” Kelly asked, turning to Joe and smiling.



When they reached the town Kelly found that she was correct; in the clothing stores people didn’t stare if they noticed Kelly’s empty sleeves tucked into her pockets.