Fic: Handcuffs
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meridian_roseTitle: Handcuffs
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series:Call Me Mistress
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 236
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse Post Secret Challenge (image below the cut)
Summary: A guest explains his particular kink to Amy
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
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"I have my own handcuffs," Gerry explained, producing them from his pocket.
Amy blinked at him, a little more surprised than she probably ought to be by now. It was thoughtful, she supposed, that he was supplying his own materials. She took the cuffs and examined them. It was the first pair of handcuffs she'd ever held and she took note of the weight and the strength of the links.
"They're real," she ventured. Somehow she'd been expecting the sort of kinky handcuffs she'd seen on some internet sites, with fluffy leopard print fabric or pink feather pink manacles rather than polished steel. Realism was more important to some people than others of course. "You do have keys?"
Gerry nodded and laid one on the table. "I keep a spare in my glove box."
"Very practical," she said approvingly. "You wish me to wear a uniform?"
Gerry shrugged. "It's only really the being put in cuffs," he said. "You could be a plain clothes detective, so long as you restrain me. You can be a bit more rough with me, too."
"More rough?"
"Than when I got arrested." His eyes were unfocussed as he reminisced. "Being arrested sucked, especially as I hadn't done anything wrong, and it took ages to sort out with my boss. But when she handcuffed me…I suppose I ought to be grateful. I might never have discovered how erotic that was, otherwise."
Fandom: Original
'Verse/Series:Call Me Mistress
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 236
Prompt: For the
writerverse Post Secret Challenge (image below the cut)Summary: A guest explains his particular kink to Amy
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.
Index Page for this series: DW / LJ
source
"I have my own handcuffs," Gerry explained, producing them from his pocket.
Amy blinked at him, a little more surprised than she probably ought to be by now. It was thoughtful, she supposed, that he was supplying his own materials. She took the cuffs and examined them. It was the first pair of handcuffs she'd ever held and she took note of the weight and the strength of the links.
"They're real," she ventured. Somehow she'd been expecting the sort of kinky handcuffs she'd seen on some internet sites, with fluffy leopard print fabric or pink feather pink manacles rather than polished steel. Realism was more important to some people than others of course. "You do have keys?"
Gerry nodded and laid one on the table. "I keep a spare in my glove box."
"Very practical," she said approvingly. "You wish me to wear a uniform?"
Gerry shrugged. "It's only really the being put in cuffs," he said. "You could be a plain clothes detective, so long as you restrain me. You can be a bit more rough with me, too."
"More rough?"
"Than when I got arrested." His eyes were unfocussed as he reminisced. "Being arrested sucked, especially as I hadn't done anything wrong, and it took ages to sort out with my boss. But when she handcuffed me…I suppose I ought to be grateful. I might never have discovered how erotic that was, otherwise."
