This was one of my better moves if I do say so myself.
One Valentine’s Day I made dinner for my partner (a rarity- people who enjoy cooking are a mystery to me). It was mediocre, but he was super kind about it.
Afterward he offered to help clean just as I knew he would, but I told him to sit down because this was supposed to be my gift. When he insisted, I pulled out handcuffs and told him to sit the fuck down. He agreed.
I usually asked him to use them on me, which was clearly what he was expecting. Before he could react, I grabbed his hands and handcuffed him to the chair.
Now the fun begins.
I let my clothes fall to the floor because I had put lingerie on earlier. I smiled to myself as he looked me up and down with his mouth hanging open.
He asked what I had planned and I just shrugged and started cleaning up like this was totally natural. I took my time too- putting the food away, clearing the dishes, wiping down the table. I might have made quite a show of bending over the table right in front of him.