“Try not to get upset, Honey…”
“Fuck! Why are you calling me Honey? You never call me Honey unless… Daniel James Johnson! Tell me you have the key!”
“I had the key…”
“What in the hell do you mean… you… had… the… key?”
“Um… that’s pretty much self-contained within my comment.”
“Don’t start that shit! You NEED to get these off of me, right now!”
“Heather, have I mentioned how nice those sweats make your ass look?”
“Have I mentioned I’m going to kill you, Dan?!?!”
Joking, “Gonna be kinda hard with your wrists handcuffed,” and immediately regretting that plan…
Serious as ever, she replies, “I don’t need my arms free to smother you in your sleep.”
“Okay, turn around… maybe Gemini has an idea… oh… shit…”
“Oh, shit, what?”
He stares at his phone, not answering…
“OH, SHIT, WHAT, DANIEL?!?!”
“My mom just texted and… she’s on the way.”
“JUST TEXT HER BACK! TELL HER TO NOT BE ON THE WAY!”
“I… can’t…”
“YES YOU CAN! STOP BEING SUCH A MOMMA’S BOY! MAN UP AND JUST TEXT HER THAT WE’RE TOO BUSY FOR COMPANY! ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU NEED TO TELL HER NO!”
“I… can’t… because her message ended with, phone dying, putting it on charge.”
“Then you need to stop her at the door, Dan! Don’t let her in! And stop her from walking through every room so she can judge my cleaning!”
“I have a better idea, how bout we just hide you in our closet? She never goes into our closet.”
“YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME, RIGHT? YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!”
“Wish I was… that’s her car… let me help you up…”
“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”
Entering their closet, Heather says, “No chit chat! Got it?”
“Okay?”
“I’m serious, Daniel… the sooner you stop it with the bullshit momma’s boy small talk, the sooner I can get back out of the closet, and back to getting these cuffs off.”
“Okay…”
“You’re more worried about your mom than me, admit it.”
“Of course I’m not… that’s her car door… kneel down!”
“I swear to God, if I’m in here one second longer than I need to be, you’ll never forget it!”
“I’ll be right back… don’t go anywhere… I’m sorry… that wasn’t funny.”
“Remember a few weeks back, Dan, when you asked me to get along better with your mom… that I should make more of an effort?”
“Ah… yeah?”
“Well, this ain’t helping.”
“I’ll be right back…”
From within the closet, Heather can hear the front door open, and the unnecessarily loud, screeching voice of the witch that is her mother-in-law…
“HI DANNY!”
“HI MOM!”
Heather didn’t need to see them to know his mom is currently hugging Daniel way tighter, and way longer than a mom should… unless her son just got back from the war, which Daniel did not…
“WHERE’S HEATHER? SHOULDN’T SHE BE CLEANING?”
Heather quietly mumbles, “When I’m done smothering Dan, she’s next…”
“Mom, Heather would be cleaning, but she’s tied up right now.”
“I can’t fucking believe he just told her that? What the fuck is wrong with him?”
Either his mom is already gone, or they just moved into the den, which is too far to hear from their bedroom, even with the witch’s loud voice.
Catching Heather off guard, the door pops open, and Dan is holding a pair of matching metal leg cuffs…
Heather starts to ask, “What the…”
And he interrupts before she can finish her question, “Shhh… please just put these on… please.”
“I am not…”
“Please… It’s important.”
“Tell me you have the keys to those?”
“Yes! Of course, now give me your ankles.”
Heather only agrees because he looked so desperate.
{Click, click, click, click} {Click, click, click, click}
“I’ll be right back, says Dan before reclosing the door.”
At this point, she can only hear a mumbled and impossible-to-understand conversation in the distance. Dan is not doing a good job of getting her to leave, by any means! Should have been expected.
She continues to struggle in her handcuffs, and now ankle cuffs, even though she knows she can’t get free. The thought/hope that maybe these are trick cuffs, that might just come off with the right motions, keeps her trying.
Hearing their bedroom door open again, she quickly stops her wiggling. It is true that as nosy a bitch as her mother-in-law is, she never once looked in their bedroom closet. Makes no sense, but it’s true. But if there ever was a day for that habit to change, it would be today.
Again, the door pops open, and this time Dan is holding a big red ball gag! Heather opens her mouth to protest, which only made it easier for him to stuff it into her mouth and strap it in place. He gives her a silent shoosh signal and closes the door before she ever gets out a single word!
What should have been an under two-minute hiding in a closet dragged on for well over an hour! She couldn’t hear the two of them at all, but knew her mother-in-law hadn’t left. Had she left, Dan would have let her out.
Heather’s struggles are no longer quiet. She didn’t care anymore. She wanted out and wanted out now. In addition to her extra-loud sounds of the chains on her cuffs rattling from her intense struggles, she started yelling as loud as her ball gag would allow.
Her mind is flooded with questions as to why he’s not just chasing her away so he can help her. Once a mamma’s boy, always a mamma’s boy, but that doesn’t explain the leg cuffs or the ball gag?
Is doing this to her his new fetish? One way or another, she needs to know! The door pops open, he removes her ball gag, and carries her into the front room to apologize…
“WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENED, DAN?!?!”
“I can explain…”
“UNLOCK MY ANKLES, SO I CAN KICK YOU!”
“I… I… don’t have the key.”
“I ASKED YOU IF YOU HAD THE KEY, AND YOU SAID YES!!!”
“Heather, listen… I…”
“Tell me! Honestly! Do you have a new fetish where you like to keep me helplessly tied up and gagged in a dark closet?”
“NO!”
“So that’s not a fetish?”
“It is… but…”
“BUT WHAT?!?!”
“It’s… not…”
“DANIEL JAMES JOHNSON! TELL ME! IT’S NOT WHAT?!?!?”
“That is a real fetish, but… It’s… not… my… fetish.”
Heather goes speechless as Dan explains…
“Ever since my father passed, the only thing that makes my mother wet is fantasizing about you, being helplessly bound and gagged, in our bedroom closet.”
“WHAT?!?!”
“That’s why she never looks in our closet. She never wants to ruin the fantasy that you’re in there. And today, once she found out you were really in there, for real… you should have seen the look on her face. I’ve never seen her so happy.”
“AND THE FUCKING KEYS?!?!”
“Yeah… sorry about that. She took them, and made me promise to keep you gagged and in the closet until tomorrow, so she could go to sleep happy.”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!”
“I didn’t leave you in the closet… or gagged. I bought you back out.”
“BUT I’M STILL HANDCUFFED, AND LEG CUFFED UNTIL… TOMORROW??? WHILE YOUR MOM… OH GOD! WHILE YOUR MOM IS GETTING OFF ON THE IDEA OF ME BEING HELPLESS IN A CLOSET!!!”
“Heather, wait… before you get all mad… as long as you’re helpless, I’ll do all the dishes, the laundry, cooking, serving you, and obviously feeding you, until I get the keys back.”
“Including cleaning the bathrooms, and cleaning out the cat box?”
“All of the above, Heather, and you can even be in charge of the remote the whole time.”
“I’m always in charge of the remote.”
“Yeah, but this time, I promise not to complain about it.”
Sensing the benefits, she starts to ask, “What if…”
“What if what, my sexy, helpless wife?”
“What if I want some tongue action down there?”
“Before or after I do everything else?”
“Before, during, and after. I want the tongue of yours on call.”
“Wait, one last thing, Heather…”
“I gotcha covered.”
“Covered? How?”
“The next time I see your mom, I’m gonna tell her, all upset like, that as a mean prank, you left me helpless in the closet overnight. Will that work?”
“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HEATHER!”
“Prove it! Get to licking, Slave!”
ONE HOUR LATER…
“You missed a spot.”
“Where?”
“Inside my panties.”
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