A little bit of snooping

When you entered the room earlier you were a bit preoccupied with carrying Emma to really get a good look around and now that you were both getting dressed again, you felt the need to have a look and see what Grace’s had lying around in her bedroom. You wanted to tell yourself that you weren’t the type of person to snoop around but you could name about a dozen different times over the past few weeks alone which proved otherwise.

You tried to keep everything exactly where you left it as you started opening drawers and closet space that you could feasibly get to. You expected Emma to make a comment or two given that you were rummaging through her mother’s private possessions but it seemed that she was also slightly curious as to what you might find. She watched as you carried on searching but didn’t try to find anything herself. Given that her attention was focused on you, you decided to try and drag her into your search even if she wasn’t actively looking for anything, hoping she would be able to find at least something that piqued your interest.

“You ever remember seeing Grace try to hide something or push you out of the room at any point?” you asked, hoping for at least a small clue for you to try and find something.

You didn’t even know if Grace had anything she wanted to hide but spending a bit of your free time searching didn’t seem like it would be a complete waste. Emma sat back down on the bed and closed her eyes as she tried to go back through her memories. Even with the intelligence upgrades you both had, there were still times when you forgot something, whether that being you leaving your bag behind in Grace’s car or Emma’s active effect last night, you still found yourself not letting a few things slip from your mind.

You had no way of accurately knowing if the intelligence upgrade worked the same for everyone it was applied to but it did look like after a bit of struggling, Emma was able to figure out something.

“There was one time…” she said, starting her sentence before she trailed off, getting back to her feet as she walked towards one of Grace’s wardrobes.

You had had a cursory glance in there yourself earlier but Emma got down on her knees and searched below where some of Grace’s dresses were hung, some of which you vaguely remembered her wearing when she had hosted a party or two that you had been invited to. After watching Emma disappear among the clothes, she pulled herself back out, holding in her hands a black shoebox that you would have never found if you hadn’t known it was there beforehand.

“I remember seeing this on her bed one time but she wouldn’t let me look inside. I thought it might have been documents about the divorce but now that I think back, she seemed really sheepish at the time” Emma explained, placing the box down on the bed in front of the two of you.

Emma mentioned for you to do the honours so you cautiously lifted the lid for the two of you to look inside. You hadn’t been sure exactly what you had been looking for but as soon as you realised what was inside, you realised you had hit the jackpot. Inside held a wider variety of sex toys than you would have ever expected Grace to own. Dildos, vibrators and some stuff you had no idea about littered the box but you saw a glimpse of something metal that immediately caught your attention.

Emma stood there wide-eyed as you showed her the pair of handcuffs that you had found and from how they were buried quite deep into the box, it looked like that hadn’t been used in a very long time or in fact ever. They weren’t even the fuzzy kind that you expected to have seen in a ‘toy’ collection like this but an almost authentic-looking set of police handcuffs that were definitely sturdy enough for you to keep someone tied up.

The first person that popped into your head when you imagined a scenario like that was Rebecca. The story she told you about her getting stuck in a pair of handcuffs made you quickly look back into the box to find a key. You found it towards the bottom of the box and checked to make sure it was the right one before you considered pocketing the handcuffs for your own use.

You had promised Rebecca that you would have a surprise the next time you met and given what you knew about her fetish, you didn’t think she would react negatively if you suggested using them. They also gave you an idea of how to introduce Rebecca to Emma but you would have to see how tonight went with Sarah before you started making plans for further into the future.

“You thinking of keeping them?” Emma asked, seeing you focusing more on the handcuffs than anything else in the box.

“They would be useful to have around and I think we can both think of a few people to use them on. You think your Mom would find out?” you asked back.

“I mean they were pretty deep down in the box so I don’t think she would even notice they were gone. I’d say go for it… but if she ever asks about them being missing them I’m gonna blame you” Emma replied, quickly trying to get out of any blame that might come about in the future.

Still, you were happy that Emma had agreed with your choice to keep the cuffs so you kept a hold of them, trying to reorganise the box from what you remember it first looked like before you passed it back to Emma for putting back in the closet. Emma didn’t seem as interested in the handcuffs as you were and you didn’t want to **** her to wear them right now if it wasn’t her thing. You were sure there were a few scenarios where she would jump at the chance to use them but most of the ones floating around in your mind would need at least another subject getting involved, making it not possible at the moment but something to look forward to if everything went according to plan in the future.

A quick check of your phone showed that it was time for you to probably start making the very short trip back home in case anyone started to get suspicious of where you were and came over to investigate. Both you and Emma were now fully dressed and you went to suggest heading over there but were unexpectedly met with a refusal.

“No way! I can’t go over there looking like this” she answered, pointing down to her clothes which from your point of view looked completely fine. Emma seemed to pick up on your confused expression and just rolled her eyes at you before explaining.

“I can’t meet your family dressed in my normal clothes, I’m gonna need to get dressed up” Emma declared.

“I don’t think anyone is expecting you to be wearing anything out of the ordinary. It's just gonna be a nice normal family dinner with the four of us” you replied, seeing that Emma was looking more nervous than you expected her to be.

“Yeah but that was before. It used to be just going over to a friend's house but now it feels more…official. like it's gonna be different now and there's more expectations now that it's my Boyfriend’s house” Emma replied, putting more emphasis on the word ‘boyfriend’ even though it still seemed to embarrass her to use the word.

“Trust me, I don’t think anyone will care but I’m not gonna tell you to come over straight away if you feel uncomfortable. If you want you can text me to come pick you up later. Actually, I’m not against you coming with me now but it would give me some time to talk with Sarah if she's already back home. She said she had cheerleader practice but she didn’t mention a set time that she would be back” You said, speaking your thoughts out loud as you considered the best way to move forward.