A pair of handcuffs aren't much of a restraint, really. They only keep your arms locked. But if you pair handcuffs with an untied bikini and neighbors in adjoining yards that will see you stand up without the bikini. . . those handcuffs might as well be chains anchoring you to the ground.
Jennifer likes self-bondage, and likes predicaments. This is a story about a time when she combined both into a single self-inflicted scene. She has just enough of an exhibitionist streak to go through with it, and enough humility to make it scary and exciting.