Handcuffs

[Eugene 1993]

This summer I met a girl at a friend’s wedding. She is a classmate of a friend’s wife, I am 28, she is 21. I immediately liked her, very beautiful, petite, and always makes everyone laugh in any company. I like girls like that because I’m the same way myself. A week after my friend’s wedding, we met her and went for a walk. Well, that’s how we started dating. She immediately said that she had a boyfriend before, but they didn’t get along and ran away. Naturally, after a few dates it came to sex, and everything seemed to be fine, both were satisfied. And the same for the second and third time. The fourth time, already at her house, during foreplay, she took out iron handcuffs, not the ones sold in sex shops with fluff, really heavy, iron handcuffs. She turned her back and told me to put them on her. I didn’t attach much importance to this, although I was surprised why she even had such handcuffs. She told me that she ordered them online. The next time, at my house, she locked these handcuffs on me. Well, I didn’t really care, it didn’t interfere with sex in any way, and for me it even gave it a little extra spice. Well, I realized that she is turned on by sado-maso, although she says that she does not like all kinds of whips and leather suits. As a result, in September we moved in together and live in my apartment. One day I came home after work, and she was already waiting for me in the hallway, completely naked, turning her back to me, and there was no free space on her hands, they were completely hung with handcuffs. I’ll say right away that she put them on herself, later she showed me how she did it, so the question of betrayal disappeared immediately.
So, she puts them on herself, but it’s impossible to take them off herself. And she really goes there every day, from the very morning she wakes up, washes herself and puts handcuffs on herself. I can’t imagine how she manages to clean and cook like that, but this is too much. We have talked to her about this more than once, and she is offended. She says that she doesn’t need hands at home. And you can see from her that it’s really not convenient, and it would be nice if she wore them at least on her wrists, so she hangs them completely on all her hands. And so he walks all day with his shoulders turned and his hands behind his back. All this has been going on for more than a month. Every day she waits for me after work so that I can take them off her. One time I even decided to teach her a lesson, and after work I went to visit her until late. I come home and she’s sitting all red from pain in her shoulders. I thought I had taught him a lesson, but the next day the same thing happened. In short, I’m thinking about breaking up with her, although I don’t want to do this because of nonsense. I really like her as a person. Can you advise what to do?