Jasmine is alone and feels like having some fun with her handcuffs. She likes locking herself in them and doing things around the house as if she were free. She closes the ratchets on her wrists, careful to ensure she knows where the key to the cuffs is located. After admiring how she looks in cuffs, she goes to the kitchen and grabs a bag of chips, and a can of drink, and leans against the counter reading as she eats. After a while, she goes out on the back deck to admire the view, the handcuffs key gripped in her hand. All is well until she accidentally drops the key and, in trying to ret...

Jasmine is alone and feels like having some fun with her handcuffs. She likes locking herself in them and doing things around the house as if she were free. She closes the ratchets on her wrists, careful to ensure she knows where the key to the cuffs is located. After admiring how she looks in cuffs, she goes to the kitchen and grabs a bag of chips, and a can of drink, and leans against the counter reading as she eats. After a while, she goes out on the back deck to admire the view, the handcuffs key gripped in her hand. All is well until she accidentally drops the key and, in trying to retrieve it, she drops it through the slats in the deck floor. She kneels and peers through the narrow gap to see if she can spot it. She can't. Her only option is to walk around the back of the house to find it. Jasmine walks in her knee high boots until she arrives at the deck and begins searching. She can't find it anywhere. How can such a shiny object be so impossible to spot? Eventually, Jasmine gives up searching and goes back indoors, thinking that she can probably pick the locks on the cuffs. She tries for a while using a piece of wire, but it doesn't work. There's nothing for it other than to wait until her boyfriend turns up to help her. As she lies there waiting, she falls resting.