2010.02.11 17:15:30

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Fiction Writings → Drunk

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I woke up, but only just.

I had the taste in my mouth of far too much beer from the night before, and a thumping headache. Slowly it came back to me... the bar, then the party, then the club, then the late night club...

I lifted my hand to my head, but it only got half way there, tugged back by my other hand. I lifted them up to see what was happening, then realised what I had done.

I'm an occasional self-bondage enthusiast, and sometimes fantasize about being locked into chains. I have all the gear, but don't often use it. Just occasionally, when I'm feeling quite adventurous, I'll put on a pair of handcuffs or leg cuffs before I go to bed.

And I guess last night was just such a night. I must have put these handcuffs on before going to bed, and now discovering it. I was hung over, and not really in the mood for bondage games, but it's not like I had a choice now.

I experimentally lifted a foot, and found, to no great surprise, my leg cuffs locked on too. There was a chain connected to my handcuffs, and I found with a bit of tugging that it was connected not only to my leg cuffs but to the steel collar which appeared to be locked around my neck too.

So there it was, I had wanted to feel like a chained up prisoner, and that's just how I felt. I'm sure most prisoners didn't want to be there and just wanted to be free of it all, and in my hung over state that's just how I felt too.

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