You have never seen handcuffs before, or at least you never really took notice. As you sit in your pil.low, you see them for the first time. They are made of lead and steel. They are attached to your bed posts with what you guess is a combination lock. Getting out of your bed, you pull on the cuffs and suddenly realize they are locked and are too big too slip off.
You have never felt more naked than you do in that very moment. Your simple t-shirt and boxer-briefs are normal procedure for you on a Saturday morning, but in this moment they seem ridiculous.
You turn to face your wife and suddenly recall how you got here. You were at a party last night. You had been having a great time. You had been drinking a lot of scotch, as was your staple. However, you were starting to feel the effects. You had only kissed one girl at the party, and now she was gone. You had asked her if she wanted to see a movie later in the week, and she had agreed. But now she was gone and you were in handcuffs.
You try to figure out why you are handcuffed. You think of all of the random possibilities. You could have been such a jerk at the party that you got into a fight. It could be so obscene that you are in jail. You can't decide what the hell you did to get yourself into such a mess.
You look at your wife. She is smiling like everything is fine. You think that she is a little insane. She walks closer to you, and you tilt your head a bit so you can look at her face. She is wearing a long pointed witch's hat, with a long black cape that reaches the floor. She is smiling at you. You try to say something, but nothing comes out. You are still dazed from last night.
"Have you ever noticed how I always win arguments with you?" She asks with a smile.
You have had many arguments with her. You think she is crazy and perhaps insane. You always lose arguments with her, mostly because she is right. She is always right in the end. You have given up on trying to convince her otherwise. You have never noticed that she wins them though, so you don't really have an answer for her. You shrug your shoulders.
She bows to you, and then starts to sway her hips. She walks closer to you, and you feel very uncomfortable and sexually aroused. She slightly bends down and kisses your stomach. She places a hand on your hair, and your eyes flutter closed. She slowly backs away from you, and you are suddenly confused. She looks into your eyes and smiles. "I can consult my spell book to solve your dilemma." She dashes out of your room.
You are not sure what has happened, but you feel happier in this moment than you have in a long while. The pain is gone, your nose is not running (it was), and you have a chance. You slowly crawl toward the door, as if walking towards a new life. You hear her yelling at you to sit down. You look at the door, but you don't see it. You look at the floor, and you don't see it. You stand up and slowly walk in the direction of your door. You look down and begin to feel dizzy and fall forward. You yell out, "Who the fuck did this?"
You hear her voice from before: "You did. The handcuffs are locked, and it can only be unbuckled by the keys."
You get up and begin to go back to your bed. As you turn around, you look at the door again. You look down at the floor again. You feel dizzy again, and fall down. You feel like you're in a dream. You fall to the ground and get up. You turn around and fall back down. You do this over and over again. You fall down and vomit, and then go back to staring at the door. You stand up and walk toward the door again. You look down at the floor again. You feel dizzy again, and fall down. You feel like you're in a dream.
You slowly step up to the door, and this time as you look to the left and right, you see your bed, your shoe rack, and your night stand. You suddenly fall into the room and into your bed.
You are suddenly awakened again by your wife. It is Sunday morning. You try to move, but you are held in place by your wrists. You look up at her. Her face is covered in green makeup. She has adjusted her hair to a bun, and she is wearing a witch's hat. She is smiling at you. You turn around in bed.
"What did you do to me?" You ask meekly.
"I made you a woman's puppet."
You haven't seen enough of her to be completely aroused, but you feel something. You want her to have her way with you. She continues to answer your questions.
"Do I have to listen to her?" You ask.
"Yes." She smiles again.
You think of the possibilities. You could be someone else's slave. You could be a prisoner. Maybe you'll get better at these games you always lose.
She bends down to you and looks into your eyes with her long witch nails. You feel like you're in a dream. You hear her beautiful voice, "You know, you look sexy. Handcuffed."
She flies away from you and you feel a little upset. She tries to be playful, but you feel you've been played. She comes back into your room and takes your life in her hands. Her touch is soft and sweet.
She is smiling, and you feel like the luckiest man alive. Almost too aroused to even think. You look at her and see a spark in her eyes.
"I will eat you up. I will endeavor to take you into my heart." She whispers as she holds you gently in her arms.
"I will try to love you. I will try to protect you."
You're almost lost in that moment. Almost. You feel tingles again, so you know she is capable of really doing you in. You feel too ashamed of what you have done, and don't change out of your clothes. You're also afraid she will cast some sort of spell on you that would take away your life.
"You don't have to hide it from me. I know you want to shout. I hear you in the city streets. I know you want a kiss."
You feel like a fool now. You know she's right. You feel like you should be close. You feel you should be building memories. You feel that being by her side means a lot.
You feel like hugging and kissing. You feel like crying. You feel outside of the world now. You feel like you are completely aroused. You feel like she is completely aroused.
You feel like this is the beginning of something amazing.