Never Too Late bondage story | keys, chain, gag

It was fairly late on Thursday evening when my nephew 'phoned. He apologised for his timing but wanted to invite me out the following day mainly to meet his new fiancee. I would much rather they had visited me but ... what can you say? The snag? Well ... he wanted an early start because we had to travel out to collect her and ... need I remember all the details? At my age one tends not to need much sleep and, coupled with the extremely strenuous days which I no longer spend, I'm generally up and around by eight o'clock anyway.

I was on the point of wending my way bedwards when I remembered that I ought to let Maddy know. She was my upstairs neighbour - so to speak - a qualified nurse who had appointed herself my carer. In return for her kindness and much very-pleasant and fun-filled company, I had agreed to become caretaker for her and her fellow nurse Laura. These two young ladies had a craving for bondage games; they liked to be rendered helpless - really helpless; for that they favoured chains and handcuffs and wanted someone to hold the keys and so act both as jailer and safety-man.

I had acted as jailer several times for an odd evening and once over a weekend. Now they proposed a somewhat longer session involving a two-week stay at a holiday cottage owned by Laura. To be honest, I entertained some doubts about the wisdom of agreeing to this but, seeing that they denied me the excuse of having to holiday on a pensioner's income, I could but accept the offer of a free holiday. But that wasn't due to start until Friday evening - maybe Saturday morning - and so I had no real reason to refuse John's invitation.

I rang Maddy's number but she failed to answer. Should I have been surprised? These were healthy well-balanced young women, they had lives of their own to live, they were both qualified nurses and so liable to be called upon in any sort of crisis. It was not any part of my duties to keep a check on their doings and I had no reason whatever to think anything wrong.

My nephew arrived next morning with his usual punctuality just I was again 'phoning Maddy but again, I failed to get a reply. Well, if Maddy hadn't spent the night on the tiles, she might well have been in the shower. I wrote a quick note of explanation to leave on the table and we set out.

John's girl Mira proved to be a treasure. She reminded me absolutely of Maddy and Laura. She wasn't a nurse but equally good to look at, easy to talk to and very comfortable to be with. I thought mischievously that John could take a lesson from Maddy and Laura; the wolves were certain to be sniffing around and he would do well to keep her on the end of a chain.

It was around eight when he dropped me back at my door and I invited him in for a cuppa. He hesitated and it was clear that, although not wanting to disappoint me, he had other things on his mind. So we shook hands warmly and I again offered my congratulations. Inside I wanted only two things: put the kettle on and then bed.

Then I saw my note and decided to ring Maddy. Still no answer. It was at that moment that my memory clicked into gear. I picked up my keys again - you never leave your front door open these days - and walked around the corner to the small parking area. There I found that my memory had correctly recorded the fact that, as we drove up, both Maddy's and Laura's cars were standing there. I felt a bit of a fool - Heaven alone knew what I might walk in upon - but I had to go and make sure that everything was in order.

I went back in to collect the key to her front door and then let myself into that abode. I called but there was answer none. I toiled up the stairs and called again. The place was silent as the tomb but then my hearing was no longer as of yore. Well either, despite the presence of the cars, there was nobody home or else something was definitely wrong and I was justified in my intrusion.

The living room offered nothing and I proceeded to the bedroom. My knock produced nothing at first but then...? I opened the door and at first refused to believe my eyes. The two young women lay side by side, stark naked and most definitely chained to the bed. Their wrists were cuffed above their heads, their ankles were cuffed to the foot of the bed, each wore a collar that was attached by chain to the bed post and which prevented them from approaching each other, both sported ball gags secured with a padlock.

"Are you two nuts?" I crossed to the dressing table where I knew that Maddy kept the keys but they were not there. "What have you done with the keys?"

Maddy of course could not answer but she nodded vigorously. I opened the drawer again and noticed something I had not seen before - a small drawstring bag. When I poked the bag, it made metallic noises and certainly felt like keys. Emptied on to the tabletop, it spewed forth a loose mass of keys which had all been detached from their usual rings and so offered a challenge of the needle-in-a-haystack kind.

I looked for the one key, which I knew I could identify - a thin rather bent pathetic thing which released those gags. Maddy however didn't give me time to scold; as soon as I extracted the ball she croaked: "What kept you?"

To say the least I was speechless. "How long?"

"Thursday. Yesterday evening." She had the grace to colour and then added: "For Christ's sake Jimmy fetch some water."

Supporting her head I trickled the water into her mouth: "They wanted me to stay over the weekend. Would have served you right had I not refused. Might well have agreed but for this projected holiday. Maddy - I've always considered you the more sensible of you two. Looks like I need to eliminate the 'more'. Just what the hell are you two up to? And what are all these keys?" I was cross and getting more and more incoherent. In fact - I was frightened; suppose I had given in to my weariness and stayed over for the night? "Remember why we asked you in the first place? Not at all helpless when we hold the keys and determine when to escape. It's different ... but not all that different when you come at an appointed time. So we decided to do it and leave it to chance when you arrived."

"Idiots!" I was truly angry now. "Didn't it occur to you that I might fall ill? I might throw another heart attack or drop dead. How in hell would you explain all this to the Coroner - assuming you were in a state to tell him anything?"

She looked crestfallen but clearly hadn't an answer. "And what the devil are all these keys?" "We took them all off their rings and mixed in every key we could find to make it more... er... interesting... when escaping."

"And how do I tell one from t'other?"

No answer except that somewhat fearful look. "And how do I get you to the loo... or have you been taking camel tablets?"

That brief moment of levity brought a look of relief and I set to work trying to find a key that would release her from the bed. When she held out her cuffed hands, I shook my head: "I consider it much much safer to leave you restrained since you clearly can't be trusted to behave like an adult."

"Sometimes," she said, "you are so kind", and she shuffled hurriedly in the direction of the loo.

Now Laura began to squeak behind her gag and rattled chains at me.

"If I once thought that Maddy was sensible, it doesn't say much for you, does it? As a matter of fact I've been negotiating for a large canon ball to attach to your ankle ... not sure it shouldn't be round your neck."

I removed the gag and offered her water. "Jimmie," she croaked, "why are you so unkind to little Laura?"

"Laura may be little in dimensions but I reckon she could easily fit into her mouth. Now ... to the loo."

"You're not going to leave me chained up too... we've been like this for a whole day."

"Maddy said you'd been waiting for my appearance. Well, you got it. Perhaps I should give back the gag?"

"So cruel. Heartless. That's what he is. Heart and cruelless," and to this litany she hopped after Maddy.

While they were away I searched their toy chest and it yielded all that I needed. When Maddy returned I clapped the long-chain handcuffs on her and then removed the short ones. "I suggest you get something for the two of you to eat. We go tonight and you'll be driving - I can't, no licence."

"But Jimmie... " She stopped as I held up the ball-gag. "I suppose we did put you in charge."

"You did ... and make yourselves respectable while you're at it. And... er... one other thing; where are all the other keys?"

"They're all there, in that bag. Come to think of it... that might have been a mistake?" "Come to think of it... it WAS."

She studied the chain between her wrists with raised eyebrows and then, seemingly with inspiration, went to the wardrobe and extracted a warm-looking coat that came well below her knees. She put it on, with the chain passing up wide sleeves and across her chest, and shuffled off to the kitchen. Laura was going to be more argumentative, I knew.

As she emerged I met her, ball-gag in hand. She raised her hands: "Surrender. I'll be good, Jimmie."

"I knew you would be. But, seeing what a poor memory you have..." and I hung the gag around her neck. "Now, find something to make yourself decent and off to the kitchen. Maddy is getting you something to eat."

"But..." She shook her handcuffs at me.

"No mercy. You put them on... so you get them off. I'm too old to have naked young women running around me on the loose."

With the bag of keys in my pocket, I departed for my own domain. In truth I was too tired to undertake the journey that night but I was determined that their week of captivity was to start at once. I didn't want to be travelling in broad daylight with two captive women in the car - one of them driving - to say the least it would be embarrassing. And that mischievous and unshameable Laura could not be trusted.

I set my alarm clock for one hour and, with the keys under my pillow, had a quick nap. Feeling all the better for that indulgence I returned to the girls' abode to find Laura shuffling about in her irons tidying up while Maddy had just finished loading the car. "What good little slaves," I congratulated them.

It seemed that everything was ready except for my bags: "They're at the bottom of your stairs. Better bring the car round to the front while I get Laura ready. Hang on a moment - you can't drive like that." I removed her hobble and she departed. Of course she could have performed a disappearing act, either with or without the car, but Maddy was not Laura and they HAD asked me to play the jailer.

I turned my attention to the prankster. I locked the cuffs I had just removed from Maddie's ankles on to her left ankle, unlocked the one already there and interlocked it with that on her right ankle; now she was less stringently hobbled. I took a length of rope from their box and tied it to her handcuff link, took it around her body under the armpits and tied it back to the cuffs. Next I took it over her shoulder, knotted it to the same rope between her shoulder blades and then back to the handcuffs.

"That should keep you out of mischief."

"Jimmie," she countered with that twinkle back in her eye, "I do declare you're enjoying this."

"I believe I am. Just goes to show the corrupting influence of bare female flesh. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"No! It really shows ... men are never too ... " Mercilessly I jammed the gag back between her teeth and secured it tightly enough that she couldn't eject it. Then I took a coat from their wardrobe, laid it over her shoulders and buttoned her in. A scarf wrapped around her neck hid from view the slave collar she was wearing and, with appropriate carelessness, it also hid the gag.

"Now." I stepped back and made the motion of swinging a whip. "To the chariot."

Maddie's car was very comfortable to my aging bones, it was also cozily warm, Maddie was an excellent driver who kept a steady speed, her tyres droned gently on the road surface, the engine purred smoothly, I had had a long day. In short - I slept. Give the girls their due - they left me to it.

It proved to be nearly two hours later when that wailing siren awoke me. "Shit," said Maddie; not surprisingly Laura said nothing. The interior of the car was filled with a flashing blue light. A roadside sign indicated a layby; Maddie signalled and pulled into it with the flashing blue light following.

"This," I thought, "could get to be interesting."

A lone policeman approached and tapped on Maddie's window. "Sorry to have to pull you over, Miss, but your off-side tail lamp isn't working."

"Oh," said Maddie, somewhat disconcerted but keeping her nerve. "It was certainly OK when we left. Couldn't it wait until tomorrow? We've only about three miles further before we pull off this main road?"

"That's not unreasonable," he said. "May I ask where you are headed?"

"Forest Cottage."

"Oh, I know that well. Belongs to a Miss Lorna... er... something?"

"No, Laura... Laura Jenkins. That's her in the back." I could sense that Maddie wished to bite her tongue... bad mistake.

"Oh, good evening, Miss Jenkins. It's nice to meet you at last. I've been admiring your place for some time."

But Laura remained silent and just looked at him. "Are you all right, Miss?"

I laughed. "She's OK, officer. It's just that she is tied rather securely and gagged. Life is a lot more peaceful that way. These ladies have a liking for bondage."

"I beg your...?" He bent to look closer. Laura abruptly staged a battle with her arm restraints, uttered a low moan and began to keel over sideways. "Holy... " He reached through Maddie's window with his left hand and snatched the ignition keys. Turning he reached in again with his other hand to spring the lock on the rear door and open it. "Stay right where you are, you two."

"Careful officer," I offered: "That one bites."

He lifted Laura back to a sitting position and felt for the fastening on her gag. As it came away she made a grimace... she'd been wearing it a lot longer than I had intended if I hadn't fallen asleep... then turned her face up, puckered her lips and requested sweetly, if a little hoarsely: "Kiss me."

He gave a very good imitation of one who had been stung. "I did warn you," I said.

He ran his hands over her coat sleeves and clearly found them empty. He undid the top two buttons of the coat, peered inside and hastily closed it again. He shook his head slightly as well a man might do who was a trifle perplexed: "Are they telling the truth ma'am? Are you all right?"

"I will be," she whispered, "as soon as you give me that kiss."

"This might come under the heading of obstructing a police officer in the execution of his duty. Now quit messing..."

"Officer," said Laura in her most innocent and reasonable voice: "You simply can't run us in. Have you thought of the consequences of taking in a senile old josser and two naked ladies locked in chains and complaining that you couldn't handle the situation? Would your sergeant call out the reserves... or the medical corps?"

He turned to me: "I begin to see your problem, sir. Should I replace the gag?"

"No. High time it came out. But it might be a mistake to remove any of the restraints. Now, if you've no objections, my old man's bladder needs an interview with those bushes. Perhaps you wouldn't mind keeping guard...?"

As I left the car Laura's voice faded with distance: "Jimmie is such a kind and considerate keeper... anything for our discomfort ... "

When I returned he was standing beside the car, Laura clearly was still bound but ungagged, Maddie sat motionless behind the wheel. "She's right of course. I can't possibly report this. Never live it down. Still, I think I'd better follow you to Forest Cottage and see you inside?"

"You certainly have a point. You want identification?"

"I think all I want, sir, is out of this."

"Perhaps a cup of coffee will help to restore your nerves? I take it by the gallon. Once I get these two indoors... "

"I'm on duty sir and, much though a coffee appeals ... "

"A rain check then, as our cousins are want to say t'other side of the pond. We're here for a week at least. Look forward to some male company... or perhaps I should say... some sane company?"

He laughed and turned to his own vehicle. As I was getting in he returned and tapped again on Maddie's window: "They often go better with these," he said and dangled her ignition keys.

It was about a half-hour later when Laura exploded: "You did WHAT?" For a moment there seemed a real danger that she would burst through her handcuffs. "You gave him ALL the keys?"

"The whole bag," I said. "That way you'll have to stop pestering me to unlock you - at least until your boy-friend returns."

"Boy friend? Jimmie, you're beginning to live dangerously."

"Well you DID try to seduce him, in the dark, in the back of a car, all but naked, totally shameless. You're not telling me that you behave like that with every stray male you meet?"

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"One day," she said darkly, "you're going to have to let me go."

"Meanwhile, my commission is to keep you both captive, no concessions, only I make the decisions, you are my slaves; I do so enjoy that old cartoon caption…" I rubbed my hands ... "You are entirely in my power. Now, do I get some coffee or do I have to sharpen the whip?"

Two days later and Laura was again crossing tongues with me. "Jimmie. I simply MUST have a shower. Get these things off me, please."

"You know perfectly well that I can't without the keys. Water doesn't hurt your skin... why should it harm steel cuffs and chains?"

"Oh, Jimmie."

"Little girl tactics won't work on an old josser," I said with malice. "You stay locked up for the whole week. Now, into that shower or I'll turn the hose on you."

"So. You think that, because I'm manacled, you can manhandle me into the garden?" The eyes were dancing again but, as I started toward her, to my relief she fled to the bathroom. It was as I turned that I saw the man walking up the path to the door. At first I failed to recognise him but he held out his hand and said: "Come to collect on that rain check. With a 'c' of course."

"Ah. Do come in. I know somebody will be pleased to see you. I told Laura - Miss Jenkins - that I had left all their keys in your keeping. Now she can pester you."

He grinned: "Am I to keep it up?"

"Depends on you really." I raised my voice: "Kitchen. Coffee for two."

Behind the visitor, Maddie appeared with only an apron to keep her modesty. She gasped and abruptly disappeared again but I had time to see the colour rising to her cheeks. She returned shortly with a tray of coffee and biscuits but now she was clad in that coat again. Hearing her chains clink he turned and, without doubt, executed a double take.

We drank the coffee and ate a biscuit or two with some rather forced conversation about that nighttime encounter. "By the way, what do we call you?"

"I'm Pete. Pete the handcuff." He finished with a grin.

"There's a little job you could do for me?"

"With pleasure."

I called again for Maddie. Pulling aside her coat-collar I extracted the chain that fell from her slave-collar. "This one," I said casually, "is in need of some exercise. Would you mind walking her around the garden a few times?"

Now they were both embarassed. Maddie made as if to say something but thought better of it. Briefly she laid her left hand on her right arm as if to remember the chain. "It's all right. This one is guaranteed NOT to bite" and, putting the end of her chain into his nerveless hand, I crossed and opened the door.

Standing well back from the window I watched them progress up the garden and back again but then, on the next lap, they paused halfway along. He tugged gently on the chain to make her face him. He was asking her something but Maddie was looking very determinedly at the ground. This was not at all like my self-possessed carer. He tugged again and, raising her face, she nodded slowly. He pulled in the chain and laid an arm around her shoulders. The little gasp made me turn; Laura was standing watching also. "Manners," I said and drew her from the window.

"Jimmie. How did you know?"

"I thought it was pretty obvious even though the..."

"There are times," she interrupted softly, "when I positively LOVE you, Jimmie. Even if you do keep me locked up."

"And you aren't upset?"

"Good God, no. Envious, yes; would you believe me if I said I wasn't? But I knew when you switched on the saloon light and she sat in the car and looked straight ahead - not a word. It couldn't have been their first encounter only he didn't get a proper look at her. How could I be other than pleased?" Momentarily her brow wrinkled in a frown then swiftly it disappeared and those wicked eyes opened up, back came that mischievous grin: "And just think. He comes with his own handcuffs."