It took a while, but I got the key in the cuff, and it opened. I undid the leg irons and removed the gag and butt plug. The chastity cage was next, but I soon found a problem. Not one of the keys on the ring would fit the small lock that held me so tight.
“No, this can’t be happening.”
I started to panic a little and retried every key on the ring. Then I chuckled to myself as I remembered my grandfather when I was young. Whenever things didn’t go right, he would say to my grandmother, “Well, that’s a nice mess you’ve got me into.” I guess it was something that some old comedian used to say. It was either Laurel or Hardy. I couldn’t remember which. It was too many years before my time.
I examined the fiendish device and decide I would live with it until I could cut the lock. Actually, b
