In the beginning, there was a young man in his junior year of high school. This young man had a new girlfriend who was a " Good" girl from a strict Christian home, whose father did not approve of her boyfriend. This young man was often referred to as Jerk, by the young woman's father! Could it be possible for her father to somehow know where his little girl would wind up?
Well, Ladies and Gents - I was that Jerk! I had been looking at the magazines under my father's bed for years. The adverts in the back often showed women in precarious situations - in harnesses, leather and rubber clothes, and tight crotch belts of sorts.
I often wondered what it would feel like to hold a woman while so helpless, with her hands unable to protect the very essence of her femininity. My fantasies were rewarded the very first time I was able to acquire a set of handcuffs at a sporting goods store which at that time sold police gear. As I recall I spent about $14 dollars for the handcuffs which I brought to school to show to my girl. I had a car and was driving while she was forced to take the bus every day. I offered to drive her home, and she immediately noticed the handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror of my car.
Out of the blue, the love of my life asked what are those for? To which I replied - those are for you to wear for me on occasion. She was an energetic young woman excited by the fact of being helpless in cuffs. We had been having sex in my car for a few months so when the time presented itself one night at the drive-in movie, I placed her hands in the cuffs behind her back. ASs the movie began, it was dark and nobody could see into my car parked way in the back of the lot. I slowly began to unbutton her blouse and pulled down her skirt. There she sat, almost naked in just her bra and girdle - afraid that someone would come by and see her so nasty and vulnerable. Lucky for me the old Cadillac I had had power seats, that could be moved to fully recline. Yes, you all know what happened next - the open bottom girdle was unhooked and pulled up while her blouse was bunched up behind her. I came way too quickly, but soon recovered and had her again, this time for her excitement as well.
From then on the cuffs hung from my mirror! Her girlfriends too wanted to explore the feeling of being cuffed, but sadly I never enjoyed any of the other girls. I was Hooked, and over the next few decades became the DOM I am today! The journey included me learning how to spank a woman, later adding whips, canes, floggers, paddles, and more. The cuffs ( which I still have today) provide me fond memories of those days long ago. Of course, through the years - harnesses, leather restraints of many types, gags, hoods, masks, collars, Korsets, chastity belts, tens units, candles, and many more adult toys have been added to my repertoire, but they still build a fire in my loins when used on a consensual, submissive, woman.