This isn't what I signed up for, you know. All this clickety-clackerty metal. And I certainly didn't sign up to put it on myself.

I don't know what you mean about "working my way up". I don't WANT to put on the stupid handcuffs. Or the leg irons. Oh.

Thumbcuffs. Well. I doubt they'll go on my toes, they're made wrong. See? Very well, I'll put them on my thumbs. But I WON'T

enjoy it. See? I want to feel swept off my feet. I'm distinctly unswept. This is very pedestrian. I'm not even spread-eagled

or anything.

I can just get out of it. Look. I can just hop across the room and get the key and let myself out. Oh. Well, I can just get

to the thumbcuffs. See! Oh, I've dropped the keys again. Well... maybe I can't get out. But I'm still NOT IMPRESSED. I don't1

think you're MAN enough to do anything more restrictive to me. What's that? A big cock gag? Well that's more like it... mmmmph!