The Cookie's Assistant bondage story | chains, cuffs

Josie Lancer stood in the middle of the room biting on her lower lip. She was filled with apprehension because she knew that the only choices open to her were either risky or extremely unpleasant. This man had her across a barrel and not only did she know it but, most certainly, he too was well aware of it.

In simple terms she couldn't pay her rent; in even more simple terms she was several weeks in arrears. She flung her head in that peculiarly woman's gesture to swing her mass of chestnut hair away from her face. He had said the services required of her would be menial only; she wasn't altogether sure but to the best of her belief that meant she would be a house servant - a maid. She had no objection to working off her debt but he had used the word slave?

"Miss Lancer. This must be entirely your own decision; there will not be any pressure on you. Sexual favours do not enter the bargain at all. The only condition on my side is that, for the period during which you work for me, you will be my absolute slave. You will do everything as I instruct and nothing of your own choosing. Not only will you be well cared for during that stay but you will be free of all debt at its termination. I must emphasize however that your acceptance of the proposal must stand as a contract between us which cannot be cancelled until Sunday evening."

"But how can I be sure...?"

"I would prefer that you come to me in trust but, if you so wish, I can introduce you to my existing slave. She runs my house and takes care of me."

Josie nodded: "It would certainly help..."

He clapped his hands and the door behind him opened to admit a figure completely obscured in a long hooded cloak. The figure advanced into the room and stood as though awaiting instructions. "This is my cook, Melanie," he said. "Melanie, this is Josie Lancer who is considering paying her debts to me by becoming your assistant. I believe she wishes to speak to you." He turned and left them together.

Josie, to say the least, was a little startled at the appearance of the cook but her hooded garb was the least of the surprises that night. Melanie pushed back her hood and opened the cloak to reveal that she wore cuffs on her wrists that were joined by a chain. Further down Josie was also to observe that Melanie wore different cuffs on her ankles. BUT... the two chains were all that she wore apart from the cloak. Melanie grinned: "Yes, those can be unlocked but these..." she held out her hands, "are permanent. I don't normally wear leg irons; they are for your benefit and because I've left the house."

"You go naked all the time and he keeps you chained?"

"Oh, yes. In fact I've come to enjoy the experience. The house is always very warm although the uniform varies constantly. Do I gather that you too can't pay your rent?"

"Is that how you started?"

"Yes. I had the same room before you, I couldn't pay my rent and couldn't get a job. I was both cold and hungry. I suppose I took a hell of a risk but the only thing I had left to sell I wasn't prepared to part with." She grinned: "He really did keep his word. He's certainly a bit kinky but ... has never given me a moment's worry."

"How ... how long have you...?"

"Just over a year now. I suppose ever since you came here. At the end of my weekend he would certainly have released me but I decided that it was as good a job as any." She looked down at herself: "Bit unusual but ... umm ... not without its excitements."

"Excitements?"

"Well, he does have a damn good imagination ... might say bizarre imagination at times but there is never a dull moment. This ... er ... cook's uniform is one example but I'm not always nude."

"Will he really let me go if I want to go somewhere. I mean... what about the chains?"

"They're riveted on ... look! But if you asked for a day off he would remove them. You certainly can't get them off by yourself."

"Has he taken them off you?"

"Never asked him yet. I've got nowhere to go. It's ... er ... it's become my home."

"Well..." she was at a loss for words. Then: " I'm Josie Lancer; you are...?"

"Melanie Benfield... if it still applies." For perhaps a minute they stood facing each other in silence. "Can you really not pay what you owe?"

"Huh. Some joke. Haven't had a bean for the last five weeks. Can't burn the fire. I've eaten only a few biscuits in the last three days. Seems I either take his offer or go out on the street."

"Just about what happened to me. But at least you don't have to go into it blind. I was desperate and took the chance ... without meaning too, really."

"You could be a plant. His stooge?"

"Sure, I could. But why would he rivet these cuffs on my hands but use lock-cuffs on my feet? A bit elaborate just to trap you when he could easily simply take you."

"You got a point. AND my only alternative is to freeze on the streets. I suppose it..."

"Well ... I can promise that, for this weekend at least, you'll be warm and well fed and just as well-clothed as I am." Melanie's face wore a wide grin but, before Josie made any decision, the door opened and their landlord re-entered the room.

"I trust Melanie has not made any attempt to persuade you? Her instructions were to make clear the contract she has with me."

"Er... no. Not really. But I gather that my choices are much the same as those she faced. If I come with you for this weekend ... that will clear my debts to you?"

"Completely. And... should you have further difficulties then the same offer is open. One weekend of further service will pay your rent for a fortnight. However, in fairness to us both, I would expect you to start that from next weekend thus giving me one week's rent in advance."

Josie hesitated still; then: "OK. I'll do it. I may regret it but, at the moment, I just want to get warm and have something to eat."

"That I will promise you." He took a key from his pocket and handed it to Melanie: "You will please remove those irons from your ankles and put them on Josie's wrists."

As Melanie bent to the task Josie took a short involuntary step backward. Melanie looked up with that grin returning: "You're doing better than me. I was tied very tightly and couldn't move an inch. Here we go."

Next he handed over a red ball-gag. "Melanie will tell you that you will have to get used to such things." Then, when her mouth was filled, he added: "This is your last chance to retract. If you go on from here then you become my absolute slave until ten o'clock Sunday evening?"

Melanie extended her hands and gently shook the chain that dangled between them. When Josie nodded he took a cloak from the corner cupboard. "Make her ready," he commanded, "and then yourself."

They followed the same routine except that, this time, he gave Melanie the key to the cuffs and left her to take Josie in through the servant's entrance. He, after locking the car, used the main entrance. In the small reception room they found two of the great ponchos set out for them and Melanie chuckled to herself as she anticipated Josie's reaction. The new recruit was not surprised at being instructed to strip because she had anticipated such from Melanie's appearance but she raised her hands to remove the gag.

"Uh - uh," said Melanie, "He didn't say I was to remove that. Best wait for instructions."

But, as Josie began to sort out her poncho, she did erupt into violent objections and Melanie had little trouble interpreting the muffled sounds as: "You can't expect me to wear that? If we are cuffed then every time I...?"

"That, without any shadow of doubt, is his intention." Melanie in fact was beginning to enjoy herself: "Is it really so different to being entirely nude as you are now? In fact ... it can be quite fun."

"FUN?"

"Well, yes. I spend a lot of effort in trying to deny him his view without it seeming that I do. I'm pretty sure that he knows though and it has turned into something of a duel. Make it obvious or clumsy and he'll dish out punishment but he enjoys a contest."

Melanie took the new recruit, now "clothed" in her poncho, to the workshop where their owner was waiting to add the more permanent shackles to Josie's outfit. But he had advanced his technique; instead of using a hammered rivet he inserted a long thin spike which he squeezed with a strange tool that resembled a pair of pliers. He squeezed them several times and then something broke with a loud pop. "They're called POP rivets," explained Melanie with a grin. Then he removed Josie's gag and sent them off to start the evening meal.

Except that Melanie, with a year of experience, was in charge (head cook as it were ) Josie soon found re-assurance in that they were treated exactly alike but, perhaps not surprisingly, she found the situation somewhat odd. But her rising confidence was to lead to her undoing.

The girls each had their own room and, because sleeping in shackles was a decidedly new experience, she awoke early with a feeling of restlessness. Her first shock was the realisation that she had nothing to wear! It was partly a quest to find something suitable but also, as she was later to admit, an urge to discover what she could about this strange household that sent her on a tour of inspection.

She opened a door quietly and entered a room on the ground floor; it seemed to be an office and she was about to retreat when a quiet voice froze her: "Our arrangement is that you will do nothing whatever except what I instruct you to do ... you should still be in bed."

The cold authoritarian voice made her feel like a little girl again and she stared miserably at the chain between her wrists. "The offence is quite mild Josie, and so will the punishment be, but you will remember. Go and wait for me outside the workshop."

When he joined her he unlocked the door and ushered her in and, shortly after, they were joined by a seemingly breathless Melanie. "You are the senior, Melanie," he began: "and I expect you to instruct Josie. Yet I find her wandering around the house all alone. I intend to see that it does not happen again."

"But I was wi... "

He silenced her with an upraised finger. "No excuses. You will join her."

"..." Melanie opened her mouth again but seemed to think better of it. From a drawer he took what looked like a studded leather collar but it quickly became clear that it was leather-covered steel. He also lifted out a small light chain about three feet long. As with her handcuffs he pulled open the collar, slipped it around Josie's neck, offered up one end of the chain and then locked it together with the pop-riveting tool.

"These are not studs," he explained, "but modern miniature lamps called L.E.D.s, which means light-emitting diodes. You see I also educate you. In this lump there is a battery and tiny electronics including a motion detector. Whenever you move the L.E.D.'s will flash and keep on doing so until you remain perfectly still. This way we will always know where you are."

Then he pulled another set of cuffs from his drawer with about sixteen inches of chain joining them. With these he bent down to Josie's feet but she backed off and offerred objection. "You're mine 'till Sunday night. Remember"

"I agreed to handcuffs like Melanie's but those ..."

"You came with me. Now you have no choices that are not mine. Until Sunday evening... you belong absolutely to me. Do I understand you wish to renege? That you can pay those arrears of rent?"

Josie stood in silence a moment and then, slowly, she returned to stand in front of him and allowed him to fetter her ankles.

"Now Melanie. Come here please." To Melanie's dismay he fitted her with a second collar and attached it with a pop-rivet to the other end of Josie's chain. "I haven't put a battery in yours and so it won't flash at you but ... I am relying on you not to lose Josie again." He replaced his tools in the drawer: "Well ... don't just stand there. Someone has to prepare breakfast."

As they flashed their way toward the kitchen Josie expressed her deep resentment at this treatment for what was, in truth, but a minor infringement of his rules. But Melanie laughed: "I warned you he had a lot of imagination and a bizarre sense of humour. You gave him the chance for a bit of fun at our expense and see where it has got us."

Fun for him maybe. Both girls quickly discovered that being chained together was more than an inconvenience which made their loss of privacy as nothing - they had little of that anyway. As they moved about the kitchen, with Josie rendered clumsy by her hobble, each found that the other was forever getting in the way. That or always trying to go in the opposite direction, trying to stand when it was necessary to move; and, if none of those applied, that damned chain was wrapping itself around the neck of one of them. On one occasion when Josie tripped badly they ended up with it around both necks and they were all but kissing.

Then serving THAT MAN with his breakfast became a veritable nightmare as they tried to navigate around each other and the dining-room table. The hobble made Josie a most unreliable carrier of hot food but it didn't help when Melanie did most of it because Josie had always to shuffle along too. Josie's mood did not allow the observation but Melanie knew that he was enjoying the confusion more than the breakfast even when some of it ended up on the floor. They waited, each holding her breath, but he seemed not to have noticed. As Melanie later expressed it: "Well, he caused it all and if his little joke backfired ... he can't blame us."

"Why not," demanded Josie. "If we belong to him he can do anything he likes. Blame us for anything he wishes. And what the hell can we do to stop him?"

By the end of the day they had developed a routine and were starting to work as a team but Josie continued to be scathing - when she thought he was out of hearing range. From their point of view that neck coupling, the handcuffs and Josie's hobble made it impracticable to don clothes but then THAT MAN never suggested that they should ... not even his favourite ponchos. But they really hit the jackpot when it came to visiting the loo ... they badly needed a longer chain!

Finally came late evening and Melanie knocked gently on his door; at his call they (both) entered. "Please," she said, "what are we to do about sleeping?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Well..." She put up a hand to grasp the chain. "We can't ... "

"Ah. I see. If you don't wish to share the same bed why don't you put both mattresses on the floor ... that way you can make your beds side by side. I have no objection just so you don't lose Josie again."

He waved his hand airily: "Goodnight, girls."

Melanie prevented the outburst by digging her elbow into Josie's side and she dragged her out with such haste that Josie would have fallen had she not supported her. "Of all the ... "

"Oh ... shut up Josie."

The sharp tone, the snappy curt manner made Josie look at her fellow slave and the look on Melanie's face gave her pause. In a sudden gesture she lifted her cuff chain to put her arms around Melanie's neck: "I'm really sorry, " she said.

"About what?" Melanie stood stiffly and without responding to the friendly act.

"I didn't know. How could I? I've only been here one day. You were with him ... weren't you ... when I screwed up?"

"Oh, it's not your fault. And I don't sleep with him all the time. But I was expecting ..." She trailed off. "Let's get these beds organised."

They carried Melanie's bedding into Josie's room and dragged Josie's on to the floor beside it. After a moment of hesitation Josie suggested that they should push them close together, overlap the two duvets and sleep in each other's warmth. "No games," she said, "but he's made fun of me and I feel very much in need of a cuddle."

Melanie stood, her arms wrapped around herself and contemplated her fellow in slavery. Then she grinned: "Truly... not your fault," she said. "You're on."

And so, seemingly wrapped in chains, they slept away that most exhausting day clasped in each other's arms.

There was another grin next morning too when their "Master" came to sound reveille: "Babes in the Wood," he whispered and crept out in anticipation of their panic when they should eventually awaken. And, just to prove what a lecherous rotten bastard he was in reality, he set about preparing breakfast for three. After all ... he needed to keep up his health and strength ... this promised to be a weekend like no other.