Author's Note: A sequel to 'Seduction at the Old Gaol' with James and Belinda, Sophie (Belinda's grown up daughter) and Kate (Belinda's friend).


Part 1

It was a few years later and Belinda and James were now living together. It was late on a sunny Friday afternoon and James had spent the day working from home.

"Hi darling, I've finished," his smiling voice flowed freely through the intercom.

There was a short delay as Belinda's bare feet skipped across the kitchen and retrieved her intercom from underneath a pile of washing.

"Are you sure?" she asked teasingly, looking out at the late afternoon sun shining in across the courtyard. She was still warm from her run and her damp white sports top and black yoga pants were sticking to her body.

"It is nice outside?" he asked.

Belinda giggled into the intercom, "Oh it's beautiful and sunny out here."

Belinda leaned against the kitchen island, her long dark hair tied up in an untidy bun, her face glowing, her lips almost touching the small intercom. She felt hot in the early evening sunlight, her legs aching pleasantly from her exertion.

"So how was your day?" she purred.

"Very productive, almost closed that deal. And yours?"

"Always good."

"So back to my first question," James reminded her.

"You didn't ask me one."

She could hear him sighing.

"Can you let me out please?"

Their new home had once been a police station and had been converted into a house by the previous owners. It was a beautiful building, set in large grounds and had many of its original features intact.

Along one wall of the courtyard were the old cells; two heavy steel doors, each fitted with heavy bolts top and bottom and a large keyhole halfway up. By mutual agreement they had converted one of the cells into James's study, a windowless stone prison which now contained a desk with computer screens. It also contained an update version of the old toilet.

The heavy steel door had been locked since Belinda pushed the bolts across at just after 7am that morning. She had also taken the large silver key, which had spent the day zipped into the pocket of her yoga pants, bobbing behind her every step of the way.

"Be patient darling," she whispered into the intercom.

"You're going to switch me off aren't you."

"Aha," she giggled, "Any last words to the outside world?"

"Bel you've..."

Click. "Too late darling," she breathed into the silence of the warm evening.

She wriggled back on to the dinner table, her damp yoga pants leaving a trail of perspiration, and pushed the small intercom inside the front of her pants. Its small speaker was touching her clit as she switched it back on?

"Bel? Belinda are you there?"

She loved her life with James especially on days like these. His deep voice was sending thrills through her body. She felt like a Princess, adored by the only guy that mattered. She clicked him off again and freed the warm intercom from its tight prison. James would be next.

Belinda stripped off her sweat drenched running top, yoga pants and underwear and threw them into the washing machine. She then slid into her pale blue bikini that once again stretched to hold her round butt, and pulled a pair of old denim shorts over the top. She brushed her long dark hair and pulled it into a neat ponytail and applied the subtlest of make up to her large brown eyes.

She checked how her breasts were sitting in the skimpy bikini before bouncing up to the steel door. She unhooked and opened the hatch to reveal the small steel mesh observation window set into the heavy steelwork. James eyes appeared immediately, gazing at her through the mesh.

"Wow it really looks beautiful outside,” James breathed.

His nose was pushed up against the mesh, taking in both Belinda's scent and the smell of the summer afternoon. For a few seconds she just watched his slow breathing, his dilated eyes and panting lips before leaning forward and provocatively placing her lips against the mesh.

"I told you it was beautiful out here..."

"I can see that," James moaned in aroused frustration, his gaze dropping to Belinda's breasts.

James himself had been naked all day. Belinda had locked him up immediately after their love making, giving him no time to dress. His fingers were now instinctively pushing against the closely knit mesh desperate to touch her body.

"Frustrating, isn't it," Belinda purred, "And it's so easy to unlock these bolts... if you're this side of the door." Her shorts were pushing rhythmically against the steel.

James struck the door with his palms, sending vibrations through the thick metal. The sight of Belinda after so many hours alone in the cell had made him aroused and his hard cock was now resting conspicuously against the cell door.

"Let me out before I come without you," James panted.

Belinda stuffed her hands into the back pockets of her denim shorts and whistled quietly as she looked around the courtyard.

"Umm, just to add a little anticipation, I put your key in the pocket of my yoga pants."

"Don't you always?"

"Yeah but this time I've put them in the washing machine."

Belinda hid behind her sunglasses, protecting herself from James' devastatingly sexy eyes as she stepped back from the door.

"So until they finish washing you'll just have to watch and wait," she teased, unbuttoning her denim shorts and easing them down over her hips.

She turned to let James admire her blue bikini bottoms that barely covered her shapely round butt and then walked slowly and provocatively towards the small swimming pool at the far side of the courtyard. She would never wear such provocative clothing in public, but in the privacy of their secluded courtyard she could feel sexy and be herself.

"Come and join me darling," she called.

James grabbed his cock and came within seconds, "At least your bikini is free to enjoy the sun," he called wistfully.

"Some of it can," Belinda replied without turning around, her fingers demonstrating how far the material had pulled between her cheeks.

"It has more freedom than me."

Belinda stopped and turned around, "Don't worry darling, when I unlock you from the cell you're going straight between my legs too."

"Fuck, it's too sexy to watch," he moaned.

Belinda's hips turned and rocked as she walked back to the cell and flicked a switch on the wall outside. Immediately James computer and all the lights went out. She placed her painted lips by the grille and ran her tongue full circle.

"Don't watch then darling," she whispered as she closed the grille leaving James in pitch darkness inside.

'No I need to see you,' he panted, dropping to the floor of his cell.

Belinda was now sitting on the edge of the pool and dangling her feet in the blue water. She slipped into the water and glided back and forth before returning to the side. She was more than ready for James's touch and she looked wishfully at the locked cell door. James could create such ambivalent feelings in her; she wanted to control him and also for his body to control her.

She climbed out and dried her body and her hair and meandered back towards the cell door that neither of them could open. James was peering under the door through the narrowest of cracks, watching with excitement as Belinda's bare feet with her red painted toenails approached. He then watched with disappointment as they stopped for only a minute and then kept walking.

Belinda checked the washing machine, which was now just starting to spin. She dropped the towel from around her waist, jumped up and sat on top of the trembling appliance. She spread her legs to amplify the feeling and placed her hands between her legs to channel the vibrations into the front of her blue bikini. She was already so close and cried out loudly in pleasure, knowing that no one would ever hear her.

She sat on the machine as it slowed and stopped, and in the ensuing silence she felt liberated. She had never felt this free about her sexuality. Before meeting James sexual pleasure had seemed almost taboo, but now it was her right to enjoy.

Belinda could now hear James calling her and muted thuds as he pushed his body against the locked cell door. She loved that sounds as it was a sign of how desperate his strong body wanted her.

She heard a click from beneath her and looked down between her legs to see the 'door lock' light turn off. She now had access to the cell key, but she also had access to the 'spin' button. James's desire would be reaching fever pitch with the image of her bikini body spinning through his mind. Belinda laughed out loud at the thought.

Her legs were still spread and all ten of her fingers were inside the front of her bikini. Even though she knew she was alone, she looked around tentatively as she pushed 'spin'. The 'door lock' light turned on once more and the machine started to judder.

Belinda was breathless as she finally opened the washing machine and hunted for her yoga pants. She freed the key from its Lycra and spandex prison and bounced back to the cell. She drew back the bolts and turned the freshly washed key in the lock.

"I thought you'd forgotten me," James said, shielding his eyes from the light that streamed in behind his bikini clad jailer. He wrapped his muscled arms around Belinda's waist, "And this bikini has been having too much fun," he breathed as he slid it over her hips and down to her feet.

James took Belinda's hand and led her over to the daybed. He sat astride her naked, trembling body and looked up at the setting sun.

An hour later and James and Belinda were still entangled on the daybed, sill breathing heavily from their exertions and laughing.

"I told you I'm going out with Kate tonight," Belinda exclaimed.

"Oh yeah," James replied, "Can I come?"

"To a girls' night?" she asked exasperatedly, "No, but you can help me shower."

After a long shower, Belinda dressed in a short flared blue patterned dress. Given its plunging neckline and its tendency to ride up and reveal her underwear whenever she turned, she usually reserved the dress for James.

"You sure I can't come?" James asked, "I haven't seen Kate for ages."

The three of them had played games at the gaol, but now Belinda liked to keep James on a much shorter leash. She buckled up her high blue heels and strode back to the bed where her naked lover still seemed to be hopelessly entangled in the sheets.

"Lucky Katie," James smiled, admiring Belinda's legs that seemed to go up forever.

Belinda knew what he was thinking and maybe he was right. A dress that made her feel so sexy, Kate and too much wine was a dangerous mix. Maybe that was why she liked Kate so much, there always seemed to be a sense of taboo.

James pulled on some black boxers and followed Belinda downstairs and out into the small courtyard where the sun had just set. Once there, he grabbed her around the waist and starting kissing her lips.

"You know what I do to you when you're in this mood?" Belinda panted with a teasing smile on her parted lips.

James was in two minds; he wanted to spend the evening without Belinda, but if that wasn't possible then maybe being her prisoner was the next best option. He kissed her once more on the lips before walking into the second cell, that was made up as a snug with sofa and television, and pulled the door closed behind him.

"I shouldn't be late," Belinda called, "Assuming Kate doesn't do anything crazy."

Just then Belinda's phone range and she pinned it between her head and her shoulder as she tightened the straps on her shoes. 'What? Okay. Just leaving.'

"Got to go darling," she called.

Now multi tasking, Belinda used her shoe to casually push the lower bolt across while simultaneously hanging up her phone and dropping it into her handbag. She then hurried out, totteringly precariously on her heels.

"Belinda?" James cried, his face peering out of the small grille.

"Bye darling," she called as she turned smoothly on her heels. Once again her short dress lifted up to reveal skimpy white underwear. Again her white panties appeared to be enjoying greater freedom than him and as they followed her across the courtyard. James felt strangely jealous as Belinda's dress settled back down, hiding her panties beneath.

He heard the front door slam and lock, feeling almost cheated by how little effort the brunette had put into his incarceration. She'd only secured the cell with one bolt. She hadn't even taken the key that was still hanging in the keyhole. Not that it mattered as there was no way he could escape from the cell until she returned from her night with the crazy Irish blonde and pushed back the bolt.

Belinda parked her car and clipped quickly up the stairs to Kate's small apartment. She walked in through the unlocked door to see her friend lying semi-naked in the middle of the lounge, her hands and feet handcuffed 'hog cuffed' style behind her back.

"Kate, you crazy bitch," Belinda cried as she locked the front door and put down her bag and bottle of wine.

"Thought this would make you hurry," Kate smiled, looking up at Belinda's legs.

"You mustn't do this when no one's here!"

Belinda crouched down and stroked her friend's thick blonde hair, as always a little concerned about her friend's sense of self preservation.

"Where are the keys?" Belinda asked.

"Not telling you."

"I don't want to unlock you sweetie," Belinda said, prodding Kate with her pointed heel, "I'm just going to confiscate them."

"You don't trust me with the key?" Kate seemed pleased and nodded towards her bed.

Belinda stood up and stepped over the manacles woman and retrieved the single handcuff key from under the sheets. She then sat down on the floor in front of the manacled woman with her legs apart and her thighs just out of reach of Kate's lips.

"I thought you wanted to go out tonight?" Belinda said.

Kate wasn't listening, focusing only on wriggling closer to Belinda's underwear. Sensing that Kate wasn't listening to her, Belinda pushed the handcuff key into a small gap between the wooden floorboards, gripped it between her red painted fingers and turned. The key's small tooth was no match for Belinda's fingers and immediately sheared off. She now had Kate's attention.

"Bel, that's my only key!" Kate cried, more concerned that she could no longer play with her cuffs rather than the fact that she was currently double locked inside them.

Despite her concern, Kate had managed to wriggle closer to her friend and was breathing deeply, her warm breathe only heightening the tingling sensation between Belinda's legs.

"Well, play these games on your own and it's only a matter of time until someone fucks you over," Belinda breathed as Kate's trembling lips finally came to rest on the front of her silk lingerie.

"You can fuck me," Kate panted as she kissed Belinda and then tried to slip her tongue inside her white underwear.

Then without warning, Belinda swung her hips forward and locked her thighs around Kate's neck, forcing the hog cuffed blonde on to her side. Belinda then grabbed the nearby vibrator and tucked it inside the front of Kate's panties.

"Oh fuck!" Kate cried as she tried to shake her sex toy out from between her legs.

Belinda rolled her hips back, forcing Kate on to her front with the vibrator now pinned beneath her desperate manacled body. Belinda tightened her thighs until Kate was struggling for air and then watched as her friend enjoyed an uncontrollable orgasm.

"Take it out, please!" Kate begged, her big eyes looking up desperately from between Belinda's tightly locked thighs.

"I think it likes it in there," Belinda said as she cross her ankles and squeezed.

Kate was now shaking, her moans and gentle sobs muffled as she kissed Belinda's panties in the hope of earning her release. Belinda only squeezed more tightly as Kate climaxed again.

"This time you're lucky it's just me," Belinda said as she unwrapped her legs and switched off the vibrator.

Kate's slim pale body was still trembling. Her slim shoulders still forced back, her shoulder blades showing. Her red underwear pulled up between her cheeks by her struggle against the vibrator.

"Bel, I've got no key!" she sniffed.

"Yeah, that sucks."

"Fuck Bel, I'm the one whose hog cuffed!"

Belinda freed Kate's hair from its ponytail and let it fall around the chained girl's face. Belinda giggled as her prisoner tried to peer through her own hair to watch as Belinda slid closer and rested Kate's head gently on her inner thigh.

"Fuck, what I am going to do with you Katie," Belinda sighed as she gently massaged her friend's shoulders.

It was now late and both women were still lying on the white rug. Kate was still securely hog cuffed and it was only thanks to her fit and flexible body that she wasn't aching.

"I have to go Katie," Belinda sighed, kissing Kate's cheek.

"You can't leave me like this!" Kate cried, hopeful that her predicament would force Belinda to stay a little longer.

"Not my fault you locked yourself inside keyless cuffs..."

"I had a key when I locked myself in," Kate cried in frustration, her beautiful blue eyes damp as she rattled her inescapable chains, "You broke it!"

Belinda stood up, her smooth legs towering above her helpless friend, and pulled a large bunch of keys out of her handbag. She crouched down above Kate's head and searched for the right key.

"Yeah!" Kate cried as Belinda unlocked the handcuffs that had held the blonde's wrists all evening, "Let's go clubbing!"

"When was the last time you slept?" Belinda asked.

"I don't need to sleep," Kate giggled.

Belinda shook her head as she dropped her keys back into her handbag, "Exactly. That's your foot cuffs are staying on."

"No, No!" Kate cried as she tried to stop Belinda leaving, but only managed to trip on her foot cuffs and fall back down on to the rug.

"Really short!" Kate repeated, looking up at Belinda's dress.

"Bit like the chain between your feet!"

"Bitch!" Kate moaned.

"Get some rest sweetie," Belinda replied as she stepped over Kate's prone body and left the flat.

James jumped as he heard Belinda's nineteen year old daughter walk into the courtyard. Shit, Sophie had said she was staying over with friends. He turned off the television, but it was too late, Sophie was already peering in through the small observation grille.

"Hi James," the girl grinned.

"Sophie?" James replied nervously as he walked up to the other side of the grille.

Sophie was as tall as her mum, but slimmer. She knew about her mum's fascination with jails and the games she played with James. The games were cool, in fact everything about her mum's good looking partner was cool, including the fact that he was now the wrong side of a locked cell.

"Sophie you shouldn't be out in that dress at this time of night!"

'Okay, not everything about him was cool' she corrected herself as she looked down at her tight black cocktail dress that barely covered her butt, disappointed by James's disapproval.

"Has she gone out and left you in there?" Sophie asked with growing interest.

"She must have been held up somewhere," James replied, embarrassed that Sophie had caught him in the cell, "Just pull back that bolt, will you sweetie?"

"Yeah right," the young woman replied nonchalantly as she played with her chestnut coloured hair.

"Sophie?"

"My dress is too short to bend down and undo the bolt, sorry," she replied as she flicked the switch cutting off power to the cell, "Opps."

Her brown eyes reminded him of her mother and he watched as they started to soften and smile as they peered back in through the gloom of the cell.

"My dress is too short and you and mum are kinky... I guess no one's perfect," Sophie replied mischievously.

Enjoying her unaccustomed power, Sophie grinned as she slid home the second bolt and then placed her fingers around the large key hanging from the keyhole.

"No Sophie, don't!"

Sophie's breathing was slow and deep as she turned the key, locking the cell's high security lock. She then pulled it from the lock and spun the large key around her finger. James looked on in alarm as she played with the only key that could open his cell.

Things then got worse as Sophie then lifted her dress and tucked the end of the cold key into the front of her underwear, her skimpy briefs barely able to hold its weight. She smoothed down her dress with a face that showed that the key was unexpectedly cool between her legs.

"Good luck getting out of there without me," she breathed.

Sophie was buzzing and her body was fidgeting like crazy, but still she held his gaze.

James was desperately thinking of a way out. Belinda wouldn't be pleased that Sophie had seen him in the cell and she would be totally pissed that he had let Sophie take the key. However this worked out, it would be his fault.

"Please don't take the key," James begged.

His voice had a sense of desperation that Sophie liked.

Sophie loved James and the way he cared for her and her mum. As she had matured, she had become jealous of the power her mother had over this wonderful man. He wasn't submissive by any means; he had once taken down two guys for just whistling at her, but he seemed to look up to women in a way that other men didn't, certainly not the wankers that Sophie had just spent the evening with. Why couldn't she at least experience that power just once?

"That chain attached to the floor, lock it around your neck," Sophie ventured slowly, her body increasingly hot in the evening air.

"What?"

"J-Just for a moment, please?" Sophie was starting to question herself, "So I can pretend I'm doing this to the fuckwits I was with tonight."

He could hear the frustration in her voice.

"Okay just for a moment," James replied, kneeling down and locking the chain around his neck and throwing the padlock key to the far side of the cell.

With alcohol still pumping through her body and shaking with nervous excitement, Sophie retrieved the now warm key to unlock the door and drew back both of the cell bolts. She opened the door and stepped tentatively into the cell and over to James whose head was now chained only inches from the floor.

"Just for one minute as we agreed," James checked, nervously eying the young woman.

Sophie was trembling, but dared herself to walk even closer to him. Suddenly she gasped out loud as his bowed head started to kiss her black heels. James looked up and smiled, "Just doing what the fuckwits should have done."

"OMG," Sophie giggled.

She quickly composed herself, her legs instinctively opening, as she enjoyed the feeling of power.

"And my legs," she stuttered.

"Just your ankles," James voice was commanding and she automatically nodded.

But his touch on her skin was electric and Sophie knelt down placing her waiting thighs within touching distant of his kisses. James tried to look up at her naive brown eyes, but she was too close and her scent too overwhelming.

"No more Sophie," he breathed.

Sophie held out her phone and took a picture of James's head between her open thighs.

"Delete that now!" James ordered.

"Oh, but I love you down there," she moaned, edging further forward.

There was no easy way out. James could easily have pushed her away, but he would still be chained to the floor and once Belinda saw that photo that was probably where he would stay for the rest of his life.

He tentatively pecked Sophie's quivering bare thighs, pausing every few minutes to see if she was satisfied. She wasn't, and now she was sitting on the floor in front of him, her dress pulled up and her bare legs spread wide. Again she took a photo of them together.

"No further," he begged, his words muffled by Sophie's approaching panties that were now touch against his face.

"Please?" Sophie begged.

James pushed his lips to kiss the front of Sophie's underwear. There was a shriek and her thighs wrapped around his neck as she hugged his bowed head into her body. Her breathing was deep as she held him tightly.

"Thank you for kissing me there," she whispered coyly as if only now realising where he was.

"Just make sure you leave before your mum get home," James panted as he tried unsuccessfully to wriggle out from between the daughter's damp legs.

Sophie clambered to her feet and used her shoe to kick the padlock key into James's reach. He unlocked the chain from around his neck and climbed to his feet, his face brushing against Sophie who was appeared to be in no hurry to move away.

"I just need a guy who will do that," the girl mused.

"You just need to go," James urged as he pushed her out through the cell door and pushed it closed behind her.

Sophie was smiling happily, her dreamy brown eyes now framed by wild chestnut hair.

"Could you push the bolt Sophie?"

"I thought you wanted me to let you out?"

"Best that everything is how your mum left it," he panted.

She smiled as she bent down to slide the bolt back into place and then gazed at him again through the grille.

"How's the length of my dress now?" Sophie asked, still longing for James's affections. Older men, real men, had always fascinated her and James's touch hadn't disappointed her. It almost seemed surreal to think where his gorgeously rugged face had been only seconds before.

"Remember I love your mum... so please don't tell her," James pleaded.

"As long as you look after me," Sophie breathed, "These photos will stay in my private collection."

"I always have."

"I know," she purred, trying to kiss him through the grille.

James half smiled and shook his head as he slumped against the inside of the locked door. He watched Belinda's daughter slink away, her tiny dress hitched up and revealing black underwear beneath.

"Sophie, your dress," he called.

Sophie just giggled and kept walking.

Belinda eventually returned and released James from the cell. James had told her about his encounter with Sophie, but had left out the part about Sophie blackmailing him into kissing her feet and more. While Belinda had always tried to be discrete and hide their bondage games from her daughter, in some ways it was a relief that she could be more open and it also provided an example to Sophie that men didn't always have to be in control.

James had tried his best to avoid being alone with Sophie, but a few days later she had joined him in the lounge. Bare foot and wearing blue jeans and a tight white tee shirt, she sat down on the arm of the sofa watching him. Fidgeting constantly, touching her hair, rubbing her jeans and pressing against her tee-shirt.

"Make me a coffee, will you?" Sophie called.

It was a perfectly reasonable request, yet James was sure that she meant it in an unreasonable way.

"I thought you wanted to please me?" she smiled sweetly.

"I said I'd 'look after' you, not necessarily 'please' you," James replied, standing up and walking over to the coffee machine.

She smiled kindly as he handed her the coffee, the confidence in her eyes giving away how much she enjoyed controlling him. He looked as sexy as ever in tan chinos and untucked white cotton shirt with the usual two buttons undone, and unbrushed dark hair over one day stubble.

She was now imagined him down on all fours, her bare feet resting on his back. She was miles away and had to quickly refocus her big brown eyes to watch his butt as he walked away.

"Kiss my feet?" she called hopefully.

"It doesn't work that way Sophie," James smiled back.

She looked disappointed and pulled her feet back in against the arm of the sofa.

"Just once?" she ventured, "Can't hurt?"

Still unsure if and how Sophie would blackmail him, James walked back and pulled her feet making her fall backwards on to the soft sofa. She looked up, expecting to be told off, but instead watched as James cupped both of her feet in his strong hands and kissed them gently.

"Oh my God!" she breathed.

"Now haven't you got study to do?" James smiled as he stood up.

The coffee had hyped her up more than usual and she was nervously biting her lip as she retrieved a pair of hinged handcuffs that she had somehow managed to squeeze into the tight front pocket of her jeans, "Now put these on!"

"Sophie," James replied slowly, his voice making it clear that he didn't want to be back under this girl's lock and key.

"Photos... you between my legs?" she buzzed.

"I know, but power must never be abused," James replied.

"Just on special occasions? Please?"

James sighed as he looked at her, "OK, just kept your jeans on."

Sophie giggled with excitement as she ratcheted the cuffs around his wrists and then lay back against the arm of the sofa, her bare feet resting on the expensive cream material.

James picked up Sophie's empty plate and carried it over to the kitchen and started to clear up. Everything was ten times harder in the tightly locked rigid cuffs, but he guessed Sophie would be enjoying watching him struggle.

He returned and flopped down on the sofa opposite Sophie, "Can't do much with these on," he said dejectedly.

"I know," she buzzed.

"Keys?" he asked, using his chained hands to beckon for the two small keys that were dangling from Sophie's fingers.

Suddenly she giggled, rolled on to her side and stuffed the keys inside the back of her jeans and down inside her underwear and positioned them between her cheeks.

"Sure you want me to leave my jeans on now?" Sophie giggled.

She rolled over on to her front, her focus on James's sexy eyes that for once seemed lost. She reached for his hand and placed it on a patch of tight denim that had been worn pale from use. She felt his fingers run across her butt, encircling the outline of the keys and massaging her for a tantalising moment.

"You can take whatever you want," she breathed, reaching up and touching his chinos that bulged from his erection.

"You win," he smiled, slapping her playfully on the butt.

He sat back down. There was no way he was going to undress Belinda's daughter and therefore the keys may as well have been locked in a bank vault. Either way they were out of his reach.

He shook his head and smiled, "What did we say about abusing power?"

"Only on special occasions?" she giggled.

Sophie watched him, enjoying the look of helplessly in his eyes as she turned over and sat back on the sofa with the keys to his handcuffs now pinned beneath her. She continued to sip her coffee, glancing at James discretely over the rim of her mug.

"I'm sorry. I'll retrieve the keys in private," she said.

"Thank you."

"But to make sure you don't see me undress, perhaps you should wait in the box?"

"Oh fuck," James sighed, "You know about that?"

Behind one of the wardrobe doors in James and Belinda's bedroom was a steel strong box that was really more like a safe. Seven feet high and two feet square with an inch thick door at the front that locked with two heavy bolts. Belinda loved to lock James inside while she took her long baths, a precursor to their nights of love making.

Sophie had already bounded up the stairs and was unlocking the large padlocks as James walked in.

"I've so wanted to try this!" Sophie exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"How do you even know about this?" James asked, trying to ignore the girl's obvious excitement as her pert breasts shook in her tight white tee shirt, and her tight blue jeans wriggled as she moved.

James kicked off his shoes and stepped inside. He had been in the steel box many times before and was used to the sound of the bolts sliding home and the dull sound of the padlocks being slid through the bolts, but this time it wouldn't be Belinda on the other side of the door.

Sophie's only aim was to get James locked inside before he changed his mind and so quickly heaved the steel door closed, banging it against the inside of its welded frame.

"Wait, wait," James called as he pushed forward, the heavy door slowly moving with his force.

"What?" Sophie asked, "Now go back in."

She pushed her slim hips against the steel door and edged it back into place. James let the door close, but then with the fear and excitement of being locked in an enclosed space whirling through his mind, pushed against the door again.

"Look Sophie..." he spoke calmly as he tried to out push the woman on the other side of the door, "Oh fuck!" then cried as he realised that she'd already engaged the first bolt.

"No, no...." his voice drifted off as he heard the girl slide the second bolt into place. 'Not the padlocks?' he whispered to himself, but seconds later he heard the unmistakable rattle of steel against steel as Sophie padlocked him in.

His breathe seemed loud into the confines of the steel safe and he stopped for a few seconds as he tried to listen for any sounds from the outside world.

"Sophie, please look after the keys," he panted, his heart racing with adrenaline.

"Guess you want me to take my jeans off, yes?" Sophie called.

"In your own time," he replied, breathing warm air against the cold steel door.

"Of course you already know something about my pants," Sophie replied slowly.

"And that's why I'm in this fucking safe," James moaned as he tried to ignore his hard cock and the constant images of Sophie's panties that were running through his mind. Fuck, he could hear Sophie leaning against the box, sighs of pleasure building by the second.

"Maybe you should let me out?" James called, worried that he would climax himself.

"I think we both know the answer to that..."

Sophie stared at her reflection in the large mirror; her white tee shirt felt tighter than ever, wrinkled as it stretched around her breasts and her blue jeans felt conspicuously hot. She released her hair and flicked back and forth until it hung down evenly over both shoulders. She twisted her hips, put one thigh in front of the other and smiled flirtatiously into the mirror.

Pretending she was doing a striptease, she eased her tee shirt over her head and unhooked her white bra. She unbuttoned her jeans, but her lightheaded took over and she stumbled as she tried to slide out of the tight denim.

"You okay?" James called from inside the steel safe.

Finally free of the troublesome jeans, she climbed back to her feet and crept up to the box, naked other than for pale blue panties, "Fine," she breathed.

"That's good. If anything happens to you I'm fucked," James panted, his arousal sucking oxygen from the enclosed space.

Sophie was now trembling as she ran her hands over her breasts and down between her legs, goose bumps following her touch. Her neatly painted nails penetrated her underwear and pushed them down to her knees at which point the handcuff keys dropped from their warm blue home and on to the floor.

"Good news James, I have your keys."

"You mean you're naked," James replied louder than he intended.

"Naked girl this side of the door," Sophie was now breathing heavily, "Want me to unlock it?"

James was pacing and banging against the inside of the safe as he tried to disperse the unwanted feeling that any guy would have had, "Leave it locked until you're dressed," he trembled.

She knew he would say that, but she was still disappointed and turned to the mirror to view her body from all angles. She could barely control her frustration; she would have loved to surrender her virginity to someone so strong and sexy, but then his loyalty to her mum made him all the more attractive.

"I'm taking a bath," she announced as she collected up the handcuff and safe keys and tiptoed to the bathroom.

Sophie lay in the full, almost overflowing bath, with candlelight flickering around the darkened room. The keys were somewhere in the warm water, but like her naked body, they were hidden from view by the bubbles. Her long hair was up in a bun, although strands had escaped and were hanging down in the water.

She was only daydreaming about once thing. Maybe ancient Egyptian Princesses got off on the same thing, power and control over others. If she had been a Princess, she would certainly have locked up the sexiest men in her deepest dungeon, just because she could. She turned on the hot tape with her foot and drifted off again.

'Fuck,' Sophie cried as she heard her mother return. Belinda was already walking up the stairs and calling her name.

"Hi Soph," she smiled as she poked her head around the bathroom door, "James in?"

"Gone out," Sophie lied, knowing for certain that he hadn't.

Belinda smiled and walked to her bedroom. She kicked off her heals and walked on stocking feet over to her wardrobe. She pulled open the door to reveal both the metal safe and her sports clothes. She rattled the padlocks; maybe she could talk James into spending some time in there later.

With her morning shift over, she unbuttoned her white blouse and unzipped and wriggled out of her knee length tan skirt. Still standing outside the locked box, she started to ease down her thin denier stockings.

James stood motionless, barely daring to breath as Belinda undressed and then redressed in her white running top, grey yoga pants and pink runners. She tied back her hair and closed the wardrobe door.

Five minutes later, James felt the change of pressure as the wardrobe door opened again, "Fuck, that was close," Sophie exclaimed.

"I know, let me out of here!" James was now almost clawing against the inside of the door.

"Sorry I'm still naked."

"Put something on!" James was starting to get frantic.

Again there was silence from outside as James waited anxiously for Sophie to release him. When she did, she was wearing a short lacy black negligee, which pulled tightly around her top, extenuating her modest breasts, but did little to hide either her breasts or brief black panties.

"You call that dressed?"

"I let you out, didn't I?"Sophie breathed elatedly, "I can lock you back inside just as easily."She started to push the door.

"No!" James stepped out of the safe before the brunette followed up on her promise and then rattled his manacled hands, "Where's the key for these?"

"Not telling until you kiss me here," Sophie breathed, pointing to her tanned inner thigh.

"No."

"Then explain to my mother why her daughter has trapped you in those handcuffs."

"Okay, but we must be quick."

James knelt down to kiss the girl's thigh and was greeted with her usual cry of pleasure. He looked up at her and she looked down at him.

"Keep going..."

James worked his way up, switching from thigh to thigh, until he reached her black silk underwear. The moment he kissed that, Sophie burst into life, grabbing his head and working her vagina against his face. She tried to strip off her lingerie, but James pulled her hand away. Still she thrust into him, feeling his lips through the sheer material, until she climaxed and lent forward, pinning James's head between her hips and the safe.

"So wonderful," she panted, looking down with a big smile.

"Please give me the key," James begged through sore lips.

Sophie slipped her fingers into her damp panties and slowly pulled out the handcuff keys.

"Your reward," she purred, as she dropped them into James's shackled hands, kissed him on the lips and left.

It was only early afternoon when Belinda returned from her run, but James already had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"One of those afternoons?" Belinda smiled as she sat down next to him at the breakfast bar.

"Yep," James replied, taking her hand and leading her off to their bedroom.

James was always desperate to make love to Belinda, even more so given the torment he had taken from her daughter that morning. He had already slipped off her top and bra, and was caressing her spandex covered butt.

"Hey I need to wash," she shrieked.

"I'll come with you."

Belinda took his wrist and playfully bent it up behind his back, "No darling, you wait here."

James looked on in disbelief as Belinda unlock the steel box and with his wrist still bent up behind his back, pushed him inside.

"Enjoy the respite darling, because I'm going to fuck you all night," Belinda whispered before slamming the door on him.

Once both bolts were padlocked, Belinda peeled off her yoga pants and underwear and stood completely naked against the steel door, knowing that her scent would start to permeate through the tiny cracks between the door and the frame.

"Hi darling," she breathed, "I'm completely naked. Wanna play?"

"Fuck you Bel!"

She smiled and listened as James's strong body tried to break out of the steel safe.

Belinda was now breathing against the door, moaning slowly as she touched herself. She could hear James doing the same, panting, their lips and bodies pushing either side of the impenetrable door.

Suddenly James cried out loud as he climaxed, crying and moaning inside his little steel box. Belinda was also close which meant that she was at her sadistic best.

"Sounds as though you don't need me darling?" she called.

"Quick shower?" he begged.

"Long, long bath."

James was dizzy and disorientated and he slumped down as far as the narrow box would allow. For the second time in one day, he waited patiently for the woman to take her bath.

James opened the front door to see Kate standing on the step. Wild blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, white tee shirt and the same old worn blue jeans.

"James!" she beamed as if surprised to see him.

He led her inside where she dropped down on to the white sofa, looking admiringly around the large room and then equally admiringly at James.

"Coffee?" he asked, relieved that she had not yet tried to kiss or undress him.

Kate then stood up and pulled and rubbed the front of her jeans as if adjusting something, "Your lady can be very persuasive," she sighed.

James smiled knowingly, he had certainly suffered many things as a result of Belinda's smile, her looks and her charm. He spent much of his life at 'Belinda's Pleasure.'

Kate started to unbutton and pull down her worn blue jeans.

"No, not this time Katie."

"No chance of that. Your woman has locked me in this fucking chastity belt?"

"Fuck! Why?" James exclaimed as he crouched down and looked in amazement at the steel belt that encircled Kate's slim waist. The plate at the front pressed against her body, covering her entire genitalia, before pulling up tightly between her legs and back up between her cheeks. There was one high security lock buried into the front of the belt that locked it all in place.

"Too much drink and too much fucking so I need to get my life back on track," Kate announced, "Belinda's helping me."

"Well this should sort the 'fucking' part," James replied.

James was still crouched down, looking at the belt as Kate ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and pulled him a little closer.

"I like how interested you are in my predicament," Kate purred, her legs apart and James's head even closer.

"You're less dangerous like this," he smiled.

"Like a dog with a muzzle?" Kate replied, thinking back to the time that she handcuffed James and forced him to give her head.

"Guess you don't have the key then?" James breathed, moving away from Kate's pale thighs that were now dangerously close to his neck.

"Last seen in the back pocket of Belinda's jeans," Kate said dejectedly.

"Well you lucked out as they were last seen on Belinda's hips," James joked as he stood up and went off to make the coffee.

James returned with two cups of coffee and looked over at Kate who was sitting opposite him with her jeans still down by her ankles, her legs apart and her bare feet up on the sofa.

"Maybe put your jeans back on?" he suggested.

"Why? I'm a fucking eunuch," Kate replied, her cute looks and wild blonde hair seemingly at a loss without the use of a female body to tease and torment.

She shifted forward on the sofa and pulled a short length of chain and a small combination padlock from her brown leather handbag, "Wanna play a game?" she asked, beckoning James back to the floor in front of her.

"No way Katie!"

"Oh, but the things I know about you," she smiled.

James crossed his legs and tried to look cool for a few seconds before deciding that it was better to keep the crazy blonde on side. He checked his watch and then knelt down in front of her, letting the woman pull his face up against her chastity belt.

Kate then wrapped the chain around the back of James's neck and used the combination padlock to attach both ends to the metal loop that was fixed to the crotch of her chastity belt. With her pale fingers still hiding the combination, she spun the four dials.

"We're permanently connected," Kate exclaimed, lying back on the sofa, "And I don't even have to trap you between my thighs!" Her Irish accent always seemed stronger when she was aroused.

"Want me to bring you to orgasm?" James asked as he tapped the belt.

"Fuck you James," she smiled, "Remember, if I don't tell you the combination to this lil lock before your lady returns then you'll be wearing one of these too!"

James wrapped his arms around Kate's waist and used his strength to stand up, lifting the lithe blonde into the air. Kate shrieked with excitement and clung tightly to his head, blindfolding him with her body

"Got a girl stuck to your head!" she laughed uncontrollably as he walked a few stepped before lowering her back down on to the sofa, "Oh this is so much fun, the man of my dreams chained to my crotch!"

Kate tried to push her fingers underneath the front plate of her chastity belt, but couldn't reach where she needed to be. James was also aroused, as she knew he would be, and was now kissing the belt, the sight of his gorgeous face and his breathe steaming against the steel was surreal. His lips were exactly where her clit would have been and her mind was struggling to process why she wasn't in ecstasy.

"Fucking belt!" she screamed, her anger making James look up at her wild blue eyes.

"Well chaining me to your crotch probably isn't helping," James spoke calmly, trying to diffuse her tension.

"Oh fuck James, I want you!"

James could sense her pain and grabbed her butt and pulled her against his face and pushed his lips against the warm steel, "Oh yes, keep trying," she moaned, her hips working against his rough face.

She watched as James turned his head to the side and tried to blow his warm breathe beneath the belt. Fuck, still no sensation. In her frustration, she wrapped her thighs around his waiting neck and lay down on the sofa, hugging a cushion into her body. James was now kissing her legs, trying to comfort her while discretely turning the dials on the combination padlock.

"Katie sweetie, what's your code?" he asked.

She didn't reply.

"Please, Belinda will be home soon."

"Keep kissing my leg, it's nice," she sniffed, tightening her grip and forcing a moan out of her captive. It was a dreamlike experience, a fantasy but without the intense sexual feeling. At least James was trapped. His touch still felt wonderful, his fingers had now ventured to her butt, and she loved the power and the knowledge that he would stay with her until she decided to release him.

Twenty minutes later and James had given up on the padlock and was now trying to push his fingers under her chastity belt. She smiled through damp eyes; keep a boy there long enough and his cock will always take over.

James tried to lift Kate from the sofa but before he could stand up she tightened her legs and within seconds he was gasping for air. He lost balance and she dragged his neck with her as she rolled to the floor, "No escaping me darling," she breathed.

"Fuck, you're a sexy girl, but you can't keep me chained down here forever," James panted, her thighs feeling increasingly sexy around his neck.

"Why not, it would be a wonderful way to live," she replied, "You're like a dog on a very short lead."

James was again turning the dials, randomly with no real hope of unlocking Kate's padlock, "Please Kate," he begged, "Belinda will be home soon!"

Kate moaned as she stretched out over the white rug, her hips twisting and turning, dragging James's head whichever way they went.

"My fingers won't fit inside the chastity belt, but maybe your tongue will? You know you're going nowhere until you do this for me."

James had already kissed every part of her crotch, her thighs and her hips that wasn't covered by the locked belt and now he pushed his tongue under the steel. The moisture from both his mouth and Kate's body helped his tongue slide all the way inside.

"Ah fuck, deeper," Kate moaned.

James reply was incoherent.

Kate was shaking, her hips thrusting as James's tongue brushed left and right inside the chastity belt. She cried out as got closer, but still she couldn't climax, "Come on!" she cried as she bashed the front of her belt with her closed fist. It felt wonderful, but not wonderful enough and she eventually relaxed.

"Almost beat this thing," Kate breathed as she lay still enjoying yet more intimate kisses.

"That's a fucker of a belt," he panted, "Hope you're ready to sweet talk Belinda."

"Mmm, maybe she can lock it up with your tongue still inside."

Kate continued to fantasize as she stretched and writhed inside the seemingly permanently locked belt. James ran his nose around her crotch, tickling her as he took in her scent, before she wrapped him up once more between her legs and they lay together enjoying the morning sun streaming into the silent room.

Suddenly Kate reached down and unzipped James chinos and pulled out his erect cock. He tried to protest, but Kate now also had his balls and therefore full control over him. With his face buried against her soft thigh, he climaxed less than a minute later.

"Thank you, this has been gorgeous," Kate finally breathed, sitting up and looking down at the hapless head between her legs.

"Just a once off between friend," James replied.

"Cos you feel sorry for me?"

"Something like that."

Kate turned the padlock dials aimlessly, longing to extend her moment with James. Finally, with fear now showing in James's big brown eyes, she popped open the padlock and allowed James to pull clear of her legs. He was still down on all fours, breathing heavily and looking warily at Kate, who even locked in a chastity belt, was still a dangerous woman.

"So easy when you know the combination," he smiled.

Kate glanced down at her ever present chastity belt, "And so hard when you don't have the key.

Kate sat up straight and placed her hands neatly in her lap as Belinda walked into the lounge. James kissed Belinda on the cheek and then walked over to the kitchen to both make more coffee, and to keep his distance from the two women.

"Hi sweetie, how's the belt?" Belinda asked as she sat down next to her friend and straightened her white blouse that had pulled tight around breasts.

"Good."

"Really," Belinda asked, "Then why are you staring at my jeans?"

"It's hard," Kate whispered, emotion stifling her voice.

"I know sweetie, but it's the right thing. You're looking well."

"Didn't go out last night... No point... Fucking sealed up down here."

Belinda had worried about Kate for several months. Her ability to find the wrong man was leading to a life of partying, drinking and sleeping around that was wrecking her mood and soon would damage her health.

Belinda gently pushed blonde hair back out of Kate's eyes, while Kate discretely brushed her hand around Belinda's hips, pushing her fingers as far as they would go under Belinda's butt.

"Can I have one last look at the key?"

"Just one more week sweetie."

Kate leaned forward and gently kissed Belinda on the lips, her hand once more venturing between Belinda's denim covered thighs.

"If you take these off..." Kate breathed seductively.

"You really want me to keep you sealed for two weeks?" Belinda asked, her lips remaining teasingly close to Kate's.

Kate was now trembling, transfixed by Belinda's eyes, "I want someone to touch me," she breathed, her hands kneading the steel between her legs.

"You're locked out til the weekend," Belinda replied, her sadistic side almost enjoying the desperation in Kate's blue eyes.

"I can't do it," she panted, slipping from the sofa and kneeling in front of Belinda, "Maybe if I do something nice for you."

With the blonde's lips looking all too tempting, Belinda started to pop the buttons of her jeans, only to quickly do herself back up as James's returned with the coffees.

"Thanks darling," both women spoke at the same time. Belinda looked at Kate with a frown as James walked back to his office. Kate giggled.

"Well that settles that," Belinda smiled as she sipped her coffee, "You're staying chaste for life."

Sophie walked in a few minutes later. She loved Kate, probably because Kate was a still a crazy teenage girl at heart. She perched on the arm of the sofa and spoke with Kate as Belinda got ready for her lunch date with her daughter.

Belinda's boots echoed through the courtyard as she walked up to the doorway of James's study come cell and hung on the steel doorframe. She put one foot up behind her as she leaned inside.

"You working for the next, umm two to three hours?" she asked with a smile.

He muted his conference call and swung around, "Guess I am now."

Belinda giggled and blew him a kiss as she pulled the cell door closed and slid home the bolts. She turned the key in the lock and hung it next to her bikini that was drying on the back of the chair.

She rejoined the others and the three women walked together to the corner of the road, Kate just a few steps behind Belinda.

"Soph and I are going this way," Belinda announced, leaning in and kissing her friend.

Kate was all too aware that she was still locked up and had thought of little else since Belinda had locked her away. She desperately wanted to touch herself and needed the key from Belinda's pocket. The women looked at each other, sizing each other up, Belinda with a painfully sweet and protective smile on her red lips. With Sophie now watching, Kate knew she couldn't make a move and so simply kissing them both on the cheek.

She turned and walked home to a hot bath and memories of where James's tongue had been.

Naked other than for a locked chastity belt, Kate stepped into her bath, hoping that the candles, the bubbles and the soft music would relax her. She tied her unbrushed blonde hair up into a bun and lay back to daydream about her morning with James. She pictured his tongue pushing into her chastity belt and reaching so tantalisingly close.

Lubricated by the scented bubbles, she tried to push her own fingers inside, but the belt was so tight that her fingers just hurt as she forced them towards her most intimate areas. She pulled them back out and adjusted the steel against her soft pale skin.

She stepped out, dripping, from the warm bath and wiped the steam from the large mirror. The belt was truly skin tight and its steel curves were as sexy as hell which only made her predicament worse. She fantasised about the tables being turned and that she had condemned Belinda to a life in this fucking thing. Fuck, she would sit astride Belinda's lips and enjoy the pleading of a desperate woman.

"Fucking belt!" she moaned as she slumped in aroused frustration against the steamed up mirror.

She fumbled through her pile of used clothes to retrieve her phone. Now on her knees in the corner of her bathroom, she spoke quickly and breathlessly into the phone, "Bel, please unlock me."

"Put your jeans on sweetie and think of something else," Belinda whispered, discretely covering her red lips as she spoke.

Kate was breathing heavily, her mouth dry and hoarse, her fingers playing with the empty keyhole, "Please give me the key?" she pleaded.

Belinda crossed her legs and whispered, her lips touching the phone. Kate should know better than to beg, it only brought out Belinda's sadistic side. She untied her ponytail and hid behind a curtain of dark hair.

"If I were there right now, what would you do to get the key?" Belinda teased.

Kate grabbed her steel crotch and cried out in frustration.

"You'd have to do better than that."

"Bitch," she whimpered.

"Enjoy celibacy sweetie."

Belinda returned home, walked into the courtyard and lent casually against James's cell door, "Hi darling," she purred as she flicked back her hair as if to relieve tension from her body.

"How's Kate?" James asked, walking up to his side of the door and gazing at Belinda through the grille.

"Maybe I'm being too hard on her," Belinda sighed.

"Could you take a week chastity?"

She looked up at James with large surprised eyes, extenuated by dark mascara.

"Me? No way!"

It was amazing how anything done regularly becomes habit. Having James locked in the cell still gave Belinda a buzz, but she now took it for granted. Of course her man would be locked up and of course he would stay willingly under her control until she decided otherwise. In her handbag she had her phone, her purse and the key to his cell; it's just how it was.

James found her nonchalance crazily sexy, but at times infuriating. Belinda was now sitting on the edge of the large wooden dining table, texting as innocently as any other woman. He couldn't ask to be let out, he knew that would make Belinda leave him locked up for longer, so he had to tempt her in other ways. Other men may not spend hours under their partner's lock and key, but then, maybe for that reason, other men didn't find their partners so madly attractive.

James unbuttoned his shirt and pushed up against the inside of his cell door, his arms raised above the grille to let the light and shadows fall on his muscled arms.

"Talking about your crazy sex drive," he said in his best gravelly voice.

"Maybe I do need to let her out," Belinda replied.

"What about me?"

Belinda looked up as if remembering that she had a man in her cell and immediately felt the heat building in her body as the muscles on his arms and chest flexed and strained. Her breathing slowed, her warm breath trembling as she exhaled. Her eyes dilated, her legs spread as her entire body prepared to make love.

"Please don't tempt me," she breathed.

Her hips rolled as she walked up to the cell door.

"I'm desperate to tempt you, it's the only way I can get out."

Belinda unbuttoned her jeans to expose blue satin underwear, warm from a day against her body. She unbuttoned her tailored white blouse, exposing her breasts which were held tightly inside her white bra. James rammed his shoulder against the door, his efforts creating nothing but a dull thud that sent excitement through her body, making her jump and bite down on her lip.

"If you unlock the cell I could help you undress," James offered, frustrated as hell that his woman was out of reach.

"I want you amped up first."

She dropped her bra to the ground and kicked off her ankle boots before sliding out of her jeans. James ripped off his remaining clothes, unhooking his erect cock from his boxer shorts.

Suddenly the sexual tension was broken by the door bell. Belinda stopped dead for a second and then ran barefoot to the entrance camera, "Its Kate," she sighed skipping away, her breasts free, her round butt swaying in her blue panties.

"You lock me in chastity and then answer the door naked!" Kate exclaimed, now insanely desperate to get out of her belt.

"I've got my pants on," Belinda corrected.

"Yeah and they're made of satin, not steel!"

"Oh, are you still wearing the chastity belt?"

Kate stood in her white tee shirt and jeans, her legs apart and hands on her hips trying to look authoritative, "Where's the key?"

"Search me."

Belinda stopped in the middle of the courtyard, mouth open with surprise, as Kate ran her hands inside the front and back of her underwear. In frustration, Kate knelt down and searched the shiny crotch, but with no key in sight she rested her face against Belinda's thigh and moaned.

"Okay... well that felt nice," Belinda said.

"Wanna search mine?" Kate asked, her fingers kneading the steel.

"What's inside yours stays inside."

"Okay," she whispered.

Belinda extracted herself from the kneeling blonde and unlocked James's cell and then pulled back the bolts. She swung the heavy door open to reveal James scrambling to get back into his black boxer shorts.

"Fuck! Everyone is naked apart from me," Kate moaned.

Belinda tenderly took Kate's hands and led her over to a massage bench by the side of the pool. She laid out a white towel while Kate followed her instructions and removed her tee shirt and jeans and lay down on her front.

James walked up behind Belinda and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Just lock her in the cell while we make love," he breathed.

Belinda gently bit his lip and playfully slapped away his hand. James stopped, knowing that his libido could never say no to her.

"Just calm her with a massage... and then lock her up," Belinda winked, "I'll be waiting."

James pulled back Kate's unbrushed blonde hair and then dripped oil on to his hands. He pushed into her calf muscles and then pushed up to her thighs. She had a perfect figure, slim and pale and almost delicate looking. He continued up to her bare buttocks, completely naked other than for the steel plate running up between her cheeks.

"I love your touch," Kate moaned, reaching out with her left hand to explore James's body.

James let her play as he moved up to her narrow waist and slender shoulders. Kate could feel herself floating as she shuffled to the edge of the bench to kiss James's leg, nuzzling her face up against his boxers.

She turned over let James gently stimulate her bare breasts. Scented oil and his tender touch made her nipples stand erect and she squealed with joy as he leant over to kiss them.

"So sensitive," she cried, her hands now reaching up around his tanned neck to prevent him from leaving.

"See you're still a woman," he whispered, Kate's nipples still between his lips.

"And you're a man," her hands moved from his neck to his cock.

James stepped back and walked around to her feet, her fingers having created an erection that threatened to spill out of his shorts.

He continued for another half an hour, rubbing oil into every available part of her body, running his lubricated fingers as far they would go beneath the belt. She was at last still, her arms by her sides, breathing more slowly, her mind finally at rest.

"You can make it to the weekend," James encouraged, running his fingers deep into the tight muscles at the nape of her neck.

"Can I stay here tonight?" she breathed, her eyes still closed.

"I don't think you have a choice."

Kate trembled excitedly as James rolled her over and eased her into a sitting position, the belt riding up between her legs. With one hand under her legs and one around her back, he carried her into the second cell and lowered the naked blonde on to the sofa.

Kate opened her eyes to see James leaving her alone in the cell. She saw the heavy door close behind him and a moment later heard the heavy bolts slid into place. She was suddenly calm, a warm feeling of helplessness, of being held and control and looked after by someone else.

Even locked up alone in a cell, inside an inescapable chastity belt, she could daydream about Belinda and James and what they would be doing only moaning distance away. She wanted to listen, but she just couldn't stay awake. It was a hot evening and she drifted off listening to the summer breeze blow through the small grilled observation window.

The next morning Belinda and Kate were sitting at the breakfast table. Belinda was wearing a white patterned tee shirt with a cute bird motive and pink geometrically patterned yoga pants. Looking like a typical soccer mom.

Kate looked less comfortable. The top half of her body was now tightly enclosed in a black leather straitjacket. The straitjacket started between her legs, completely immobilised her arms and reached up to her mouth where a large gag protruded into her mouth with straps around her head holding it deeply in place. Ten brass padlocks secured all the straps, locking them all just a little too tightly around her slim body. There was also a black leather leash attached to her neck, the end of which hung loose as if waiting for her owner to claim her.

"She asked for the key," Belinda smiled in answer to James's inquisitive look.

"Oh."

Kate was sitting upright on her stool, discretely struggling to escape the straitjacket while moaning incoherently. She stopped as James ran his hands around her body, exploring the tightly pulled leather and playing with the padlocks.

"Oh don't feel sorry for her," Belinda replied kissing Kate on the cheek, "You know she loves it."

Kate's big aroused eyes and moans were now focused on James, which awoke Belinda's all too powerful jealousy. Belinda clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor. Kate immediately obeyed, slipped her naked butt off the leather stool and kneeling down in front of Belinda.

"You see?" Belinda smiled to James.

Belinda stood up, tipped her stool to the side and placed the loop at the end of Kate's lead underneath the leg of her stool. She rested her pink Lycra pants back down on to her stool, the black leather sinking under her weight. Belinda uncrossed her legs to let Kate muzzle between her thighs.

"Your new pet?" James asked, pouring himself some black coffee.

"Sweet isn't she."

"She'll have her revenge," James pointed out.

"Not if I never let her out of that straitjacket..."

Kate's big blue eyes were still focusing on James, his black tee shirt and black boxers, his big brown eyes, stubble and unbrushed hair.

"I think she wants you to help her," Belinda breathed, her Lycra covered legs swinging open and shut with Kate's head in between.

James watched Belinda carefully, a playful 'challenge me' look in her eyes. He knelt down and tried to unbuckle Kate from the straitjacket, but Belinda had padlocked every conceivable strap.

Kate watched him adoringly, giving a moan of pleasure as James brushed a strand of hair from her eyes and then tried to help her to her feet. There was another moan as the leash that was still connected to Belinda's stool, pulled tight with no way to free it until Belinda stood up. Kate clambered to a crouching position and tugged again against her leash.

"You're in a choker chain," Belinda breathed.

Belinda stood up momentarily to whip down her yoga pants, her pink panties quickly sinking back into the leather stool.

Kate buried her face against Belinda's inner thigh and moaned; a mix of total arousal and frustration. Kate trembled, agonisingly close to orgasm, as she worked her gagged mouth against Belinda's body.

"Who's jealous now?" Belinda giggled, her dilated eyes looking up at James.

James carefully stepped over Kate's bound body and pulled Belinda to her feet.

"Maybe's it's time to let Kate out," he said.

Belinda was buzzing as he held her tight, his arms pinning her to his body. She reached down and pulled a single small key from the waistband of her underwear.

"This might help," she trembled.

Kate was aroused like hell and could feel her chest heaving as it tried to burst out of the straitjacket. She looked on, locked and gagged like a dangerous animal, as

James used the single key to remove the locks on Kate's straitjacket and then unbuckled the desperate blonde.

"Key to my pants," Kate panted through her dry, stiff mouth.

Belinda shook her head and then laughed as James took her hand and led her back out to the courtyard.

"No way!" she giggled.

James slipped one hand under her legs and carried her into the cell as she wriggled and laughed in his arms.

"She'll lock us both in!" Belinda cried.

"I know." James replied as he lowered her on to the sofa.

Hampered by a fit of giggles, Belinda struggled to get free from James embrace while watching Kate close the cell door and slide home the bolts. James let her go and she ran to the grille, her first experience of being on the inside of the door.

"Locked in your own cell, Bel," Kate smiled.

"Oh my god, this is what's its like," Belinda panted.

"Beautiful day," Kate purred, blowing warm air at Belinda

The sun was filtering through the courtyard, flickering light on Kate's bare chest. Her dilated eyes and erect nipples making for an even more dangerous jailer.

"Don't burn your tits, sweetie," Belinda replied.

Kate turned the key in the door's lock and then slowly eased the key down inside the front of the chastity belt. Unlike her fingers, the key could fit inside and reach her vagina and offer just a little stimulation.

With Kate now engrossed by the new sensation, Belinda turned to see James prowling towards her, her primeval instincts making her back up until she touched the concrete wall.

"Oh my god!" Her eyes searched the locked cell and then jumped to the muscular guy who was now holding her head, ready to kiss. Imprisonment always heightened her sexual feeling and she gripped on to him tightly as he carried her to the sofa.

It was now early afternoon and Belinda was looking longingly through the grille at her friend who was sunbathing by the pool.

"Try the pocket of the shorts I wore to the gym on Sunday... In the laundry basket I think," Belinda called.

Kate flipped down her shades and looked across at the shadowy face behind the bars.

"You think?" Kate exclaimed. She tried to sound cool, but within seconds had jumped up and run naked and barefoot back into the house.

Bright orange gym shorts. She held them to her nose to breathe the scent and then hurried to unzip a small pocket at the back. One single key. She knew where the keyhole was, she'd been playing with it all week. With tears in her eyes, she pushed in the key and turned. The waistband and the crotch strap sprung open and she was free.

Kate showered and washed her hair for the first time in a week. She opened Belinda's wardrobe and found the steel box. 'Cool', but she had more important things to do that lock people inside. She selected a short blue and white summer dress with its plunging neckline and a pale blue thong and bounced back to the courtyard with a vibrator in her hand.

"I'm out!" she cried, swirling in front of the cell to reveal non-metallic underwear.

James and Belinda were now both watching through the grille, both hungry and both hoping for some compassion from the horny blonde.

"You look gorgeous," Belinda smiled, "Feel better for abstaining?"

Kate nodded as she wrung out her hair that was still dripping down her back. She turned one of the sun loungers to face the cell and sat down with her knees drawn up and apart. She touched herself with the bright purple vibrator and let out a high pitched moan.

James and Belinda were strangely transfixed as their captor masturbated in front of them, a look of elation in her eyes. She came again before demurely placing the vibrator on the tiled floor and slinking up to the cell door, all dreamy smiles and eyelashes.

"Like my outfit?" she asked.

"You look gorgeous," Belinda replied.

Kate returned to her sun lounger, her legs apart once more, playing aimlessly with the vibrator. She shuffled a little to get comfortable as her eyes close and the warm vibrator finally switched off.

"Looks like we'll just have to watch while she has her wet dream," Belinda moaned.

"Frustrating isn't it," James replied, leading her back to the sofa.

"Can't she just unlock the cell first?"

"The number of times I've thought that about you..."

Belinda lay back on the sofa and guided James's head down between her legs, "Well then I guess you'd better start earning some brownie points for next time."

Kate showered again and sat naked on the bathroom vanity as she blow dried her hair and applied make up. She changed back into her own white tee shirt and jeans and returned to the courtyard. She slid back the bolts and unlocked the door.

"A little memento," she smiled as she handed James the blue thong.

James took it, looking a little bemused.

"And this is for you Bel," Kate whispered, pushing a key into Belinda's hand.

An hour later and Kate was walking home with the belt once again pulled tight between her legs, but this time it felt sexy.

Belinda loved summer days like these, playing with Kate and making love to James in the prison cell. Kate had even locked herself back into the chastity belt before leaving, a sure sign that she loved and trusted Belinda. The image of Kate's slim body wrapped up inside the high security belt would stay with Belinda all week.

It was now Friday evening and Belinda had already made plans for her and James. She talked them through in her head one more time as she dressed in a silvery grey strapless dress. She loved the provocative look of this dress as it hugged her breasts, ran tightly around her waist and then sprayed out to modestly cover her knees.

James was feeling distinctly underdressed as he walked out of the bathroom wearing only black boxer shorts.

"Are we going out?" he asked, running a towel through his dark hair.

Belinda watched as he pushed back his damp salt and pepper hair. She loved his just showered look, glistening muscles and unbrushed hair.

"No, going 'in'," she corrected.

He looked confused as she whipped away the shirt that he was about to put on.

"Ever heard of 'immurement'?" she smiled sweetly.

"Yes," he replied warily as she whipped away his jeans.

They had bought the immurement box from the gaol, a heavy wooden trunk, five foot long, three foot wide and two foot high. It was an authentic replica of the ancient torture and imprisonment device made of thick oak with steel supports. From the outside it was a beautiful antique object that looking gorgeous in their large lounge. On the inside life was very different.

The box had a four inch square hole at the front that was reinforced around its edges with steel. The hole was the prisoner's only window on the world and even that could be closed from the outside with a hinged steel cover that locked into place.

"Well it's such a lovely summer's evening... and I wanted to try the new mask," Belinda called as she finished applying mascara.

They walked down to the lounge and James stood patiently as Belinda placed what looked like a gas mask over his face and buckled the straps around his head to hold it in place. Attached to the front of the mask was a one inch diameter tube that now supplied all of his air. Belinda placed a hand over the end of the tube and watched as seconds later James was gasping for air, trying and failing to pull the mask away from his face. He looked alarmed.

"It works," she exclaimed.

Belinda sat down on the edge of the sofa and fed the long tube up between her legs until it was deep inside her dress.

"What's the air like inside there?" she asked.

"Nice," he smiled, his voice echoing almost incoherently into Belinda's dress.

He sat on the floor enjoying the warm air, Belinda's scent mixed with soap and perfume. He removed her heels and started to massage her feet as he breathed slowly and deeply through his nose.

With both of her feet massaged and with James calm, almost to the point of sedation, from Belinda's scent, she helped him to his feet and made him lie face down inside the immurement box on the small black vinyl mattress. She used Darby handcuffs to lock his hands behind his back, enjoying their heavy feel as she screwed them tightly closed. Finally she placed a small panic alarm in his hand, a safety precaution in case she inadvertently suffocated him.

"You know that one day I'm going to lock you in here for a game... and leave you in there for a whole week," Belinda purred, struggling to control her breath.

"Today?" James asked through his pipe.

"That's the thing... you won't know until it's too late."

James looked up at her from his box, her words both arousing and scary. She looked so elegant and innocent in that cute dress, her dark hair hanging free, framing her large Disney like eyes.

"So will it be today?" she whispered as she threaded the tube through the small hole in the front of the box and then lowered the lid. James listened as the two hasps dropped in to place and the padlocks clattered against the box as they clicked shut.

Belinda smoothed down her dress and sat down elegantly on the lid of box. She crossed her ankles and sat up straight, meditating and focusing on the present. She was now aimlessly playing with the tube, rubbing and touching it against her body. Why did she enjoy this so much? Controlling James just made her feel hot, alive and on a natural high.

"I really wonder if this is the time you spend a week inside," she asked, more a question to herself that anything. She fantasised about that, imagining James dependent on her for food and water. The look of adoration on his eyes everytime she peered in through the hole. She so wanted to try it, but what would James think?

She heard a struggle from beneath her and realised that she had pressed the end of the tube hard against her inner thigh. She quickly moved it away and was rewarded with James's deep breaths sucking hard on her scented air. It was too gorgeous and she couldn't help herself from pressing the tube once more against her thigh.

Belinda pulled the tube out from inside her dress and breathed deeply into the end, "How's it feel in there," she asked.

"Fucking wonderful, I'm so close... if only my hands were free."

"Yeah, cuffs are a bummer for masturbating," she giggled, blowing air kisses into the tube.

"Take them off?"

Belinda laughed, her amusement echoing loudly down the tube.

"How you feel about me breaking wind?" she asked bashfully.

"What?"

"Fart in your face!"

"You make it sound so elegant."

She giggled, pulled up her dress and pushed the tube into the back of her underwear.

"Do I get a choice?" James asked, his words now funnelling between her cheeks.

"Sure... just escape from the inescapable box darling..."

"It's almost worse when I know it's coming," James called, his breath blowing and ticking her bottom.

James lay still, breathing in through his nose, her scent unmistakeable. Suddenly the scent changed, filling his nostril. He kept his mouth closed and breathed slowly.

"James you okay?" Belinda called out, leaning forward and peering in through the small hole.

"Cool," he panted. With his tube still tucked into her panties, the last thing he wanted to do was worry her.

James was so close and forced his chained hands to the side in search of his cock. He couldn't reach, but the friction against the box was enough and he ejaculated on the mattress.

"Wow, you do like that!" Belinda was now speaking directly into the tube, her words bouncing loudly around his mask. James lay exhausted, wondering what his amped up woman would do next.

Belinda moved to the sofa and lay down. She freed one breast from the confines of her dress and cupped the end of the tube over her nipple. James's heavy breathing was creating an air massage, stimulating her as he sucked air back and forth.

With both nipples erect, she tucked the tube into the front of her black silk panties and smoothed her dress down as if hiding her sin. The changing pressure from James's breathing kept her on edge.

"Where's the tube now?" James called, rhythmically forcing his hips against the side of the box.

"On a mountain top," Belinda breathed, "Can't you smell the air?"

"Not inside a horny girl's pants?"

Belinda angled the tube hard against her shaved vagina cutting off all air. There was moaning and clattering from inside the box, but still he didn't press the alarm. She eased the pressure between her body and the tube, letting a tiny amount of air rush through as she listened to James sucking in his ration of scented air.

"Relax darling," she purred, "I'm not giving you enough air to struggle."

Belinda ran the vibrator across her wet underwear where it touched the tube sending vibrations back into the box. She cried out as she orgasmed and then held her hand to her mouth as she looked around the empty room. She turned off the vibrator, but left the tube in her pants still partially blocked by her body.

Now it was James's turn and she looked up as James climaxed, his mind and body seduced by her limited scented air. The exertion made him breathe more deeply and he gasped to breathe in what little air could make its way up inside Belinda's dress and deep into her panties.

"More air?" he begged.

Belinda was reluctant as his breath was causing an amazingly tingling sensation.

"Better?" she called, having not changed the arrangements in her underwear.

"Thank you," he whispered slightly light headedly, his breathing now relaxed.

An hour and almost a bottle of wine later, Belinda stood up, stretched and crotched down in front of the hole in box.

"How're the cuff?" she asked, her shiny lips only inches from his hole.

"Still locked."

"Yeah, I guessed that. If I give you the key will you make a fantasy of mine come true?"

As always, falling head over heels for whatever Belinda did to him, James nodded and watched as her perfectly manicured nails tossed the handcuff key inside. He struggled to unlock himself, but with his hands free he was finally able to unbuckle the mask from around his face.

"Your weekend in the box starts now," she said, all big eyes and breathy.

"What!"

The dazed look in the beautiful woman's face was somehow frightening and yet at the same time the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

"Well I'm not unlocking you so you have no choice."

"All weekend?"

James was close to panicking, but lay there speechless watching Belinda play with the front of her panties.

"But like all prisoners," she blew a hair from her face, "You can always try to escape." She was momentarily distracted as she pulled up her dress and straightened her lingerie.

"That's impossible!"

"I know..." Belinda looked on dreamily as she adjusted her breasts in the tight dress.

A whole weekend locked in the box would be torture, so why was his crazy mind so excited, "I love you," was all he could gasp.

"You can dream about these," Belinda breathed, jangling the keys.

"And those?" James smiled looking at her bosom.

"You can dream..."

"And you said I can try to escape..."

James reached his hand through the hole, but was slow and hopelessly short of the keys, which Belinda placed out of his reach on the coffee table. She watched on as James reached through the hole and grabbed the first of the two padlocks.

"Oh, if only you had the key..." she purred.

"Fuck, I don't know if I can take a weekend in here," he panted, fear in his voice.

Belinda was now sitting on the coffee table, her legs neatly together and her ankles crossed.

"Will you do it for me?" she whispered.

James looked out at the lounge that now seemed so far away. His mind was spinning, playing tricks on him and he tried to distract himself by kicking against the end of the trunk. He was strong, but it soon clear that he didn't have a hope of breaking the box.

"I really am keeping you in my box all weekend," Belinda purred, smoothing the wrinkles in her silvery dress.

James stretched his forearm through the hole, but couldn't reach her, "Really want you," he panted.

"After you've served your sentence..." she whispered, her legs jiggling unable to control the sexually energy coursing through her body.

"I'll wait," he smiled. His mind and body were now spent.

Belinda stood up and twirled on the balls of her high heels, "You can watch me through your little hole... I promise I'll dress provocatively," Belinda was now using her words and her fingers to bring her to another orgasm.

James climaxed again, so quick and so intense that he flopped down on to his small mattress. He couldn't remember ever feeling this calm and just lay in an almost meditative state listening to Belinda's words.

"But disobey me in any way and I'll close your hole and leave you in darkness... I might just do that anyway," Belinda smiled to herself.

"How's the fantasy," James whispered.

"Gorgeous," she winked as she picked up the keys and slinked off alone to their bedroom.

James looked around the small box, trying to get comfortable and trying to think through his weekend inside the box. He thought through his diary, a work trip to the US leaving Sunday night and an evening out would have to be cancelled because of Belinda fantasy. Fortunately it was his fantasy too.

An hour later and Sophie returned home from a party, her white jumper and blue jeans complemented by thick pink woollen socks that she pulled on and rested on the coffee table. James watched, jealous of her freedom as she walked to the kitchen and returned with a glass of whiskey. She made a face as she took a sip and then placed the glass down on the coffee table, frustratingly out of his reach.

Belinda slept deeply, only waking when the sun streamed in through her undrawn curtains. She had had a wet dream and was still aroused. She trembled as she imagined James inside the box. He hadn't used their safe word so he must be enjoying it, mustn't he? He certainly sounded as though he had. Belinda smiled. Or had she had built her fantasy up so much that he couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. He was so wonderful to her that was certainly possible. Damn, now she wasn't sure.

She slipped a black negligee over her black panties and tiptoed down to the lounge. She silently slipped into her heels and walked slowly up to the box, her hips rolling to the sound of the slow clip of the shoes. She turned around and slow sat down on the coffee table facing the box and crossed her legs. James's brown eyes were already peering through the hole, transfixed by the show.

"Good morning?" she asked apprehensively, "How was your first night?"

"You're beautiful," he panted, his eyes frantically taking in her barely dressed body.

"Stockholm syndrome?" she asked, reaching in through the hole and running her fingers around his lips.

"What?"

"Have you fallen in love with your captor?"

"A long time back," he smiled.

Belinda beamed.

"What's it like in the real world?" he panted, struggling around inside the box in a hopeless attempt to touch her body.

"It's beautiful," she teased, standing and walking provocatively around the table, "There's a beautiful woman who can go anywhere and do anything she likes."

With that Belinda strolled into the kitchen leaving James's eyes longingly following her.

"Love the thong," he called, transfixed by the way her butt bounced along.

She stopped and turned, standing provocatively with one hand on her hip. She felt sexy in her favourite tight black lingerie even if her hair was a mess and her mascara probably smudged.

"Bye bye," she smiled as she closed and locked the small hole. James was now in complete darkness.

"Is loving your butt a crime?" James pleaded.

She did feel a little self conscious, she always did when she wore a thong, but she also liked the idea of plunging him into darkness with the image of her bottom burnt into his mind.

She unlocked the cover, "Coffee darling?" she asked, but as soon as James had nodded she quickly closed him up again.

She was humming happily as she returned to the box.

"Please Bel," James called, knocking expectantly on the inside of the hatch.

"Mmm?"

"Can you open my only... tiny... small window on the world?"

Belinda giggled, "Why?"

"I want to see your thong."

"It's doing just fine out here," she replied, sitting on the box and using James's interest in her underwear as a reason to stroke it.

"I'm sure it is," James sighed, trying to ignore his constant erection.

Belinda eventually opened the hatch and passed in his small cup of coffee, together with some breakfast, a water bottle and a plastic bag with toilet paper.

"Okay I'm going for a run," Belinda announced, standing and teasing James with a long, arching stretch, "And then I'm having coffee with Kate."

"What about me?" James asked massaging her feet in an effort to please her.

"You can spend the morning trying to break out of your box," Belinda giggled as she walked away.

She returned a few minutes later in her white running top and grey yoga pants. She stood close to the box and waited for James to reach out and touch her Lycra. He was so predictable, but she did love the feel of his hands pushing up, massaging her body, especially now that she controlled his entire life.

James enjoyed his brief moment and sighed audibly as Belinda and her yoga pants walked away.

The room seemed very quiet and empty once Belinda had walked away. She had left the small hatch open, giving James a four inch by four inch view out of the trunk, but even that only seemed to add to her cruelty. He focused on Belinda's clothes that she had strewn over a nearby chair, one of the many stripteases that she treated him to yesterday. Pale silk blouse, grey skirt, stockings and white lace underwear were all lying just out of his reach.

Damn, now he was transfixed with Belinda's body again.

James climbed into an almost kneeling position and forced his back up against the lid. Again and again he thrust upwards hoping for the slightest crack or creaking from the solid timber. Nothing moved. He did the same against the sides and end of the box, but couldn't make any progress against its thick hardwood encircled by steel.

He reached through the small hole and ran his fingers over the first of the two padlocks. Belinda had chosen them because they were large and shiny and silky smooth when they locked. Being maximum security was just an unfortunate coincidence.

Belinda and Kate returned two hours later and Belinda immediately bobbed down to peer into the box.

"James you look exhausted!" she cried, his adoring eyes covered with perspiration.

"Trying to get out," he panted, "...this fucking box..."

Belinda shook her head slowly, suddenly in two minds, her hand hovering over her pocket which contained the keys.

"Just wanted to see your face when I escaped," he smiled pitifully, "And maybe give you a hug."

"Oh darling, can you wait until tomorrow?" Belinda asked, reaching into the box to hold his hand.

Just seeing Belinda, her beautiful smile and sexy as hell body, was enough to tell James that he wanted to stay locked up, stay as her belonging for the whole weekend.

"Please don't let me out," he breathed.

They held hands for a few minutes before Belinda reluctantly slinked away to take a shower ready for her afternoon shift at the gaol.

"Look after him Katie," she called.

Kate immediately crouched down by the box and stared in through the hole, bouncing on her haunches as she ran her hands up the inside of her thighs. Her blonde hair had been cut and styled and she wore a tight pink tee shirt that showed off her modest breasts and short denim short which made her look younger than usual.

"Locked up all weekend... that's so cool!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah...

"And a little frustrating?"

"Well those short don't help..."

Kate giggled, delighted with the compliment, and bounced closer to the hole. She could only see his eyes, but they looked dark, aroused and desperate. Kneeling on the wooden floor, she rolled her hips from side to side and thrust her hips forward as she imagined James being even closer than he was.

"That's cruel," he panted.

"Yeah, but while these padlocks are locked... you know..."

James laughed in frustration, pleased to have some company after a lonely morning, and pushed his face as close as possible to the hole, "Don't stop Katie."

She had his full attention. This was wonderful.

"I'm out here and you're in there," she bubbled, her toned leg muscles rocking her from side to side, "I can do anything... and you?"

Kate pushed her hands up inside her tee shirt and within seconds her white bra was exposed. Her modest breast and slim body covered in goose bumps. Having given him a tempting glimpse, she dropped her hands down into her shorts, but as usual her fingers were kept at bay by the tight and gripping chastity belt.

Instead, she ran her hands up her legs and around her hips, closed her eyes and breathed as if she was about to make love, "It's my friend now," she smiled meekly.

"You make a cute couple," James smiled.

Kate was almost purring as she crept closer, her shorts closing off his hole, before bouncing up and sitting on James's box, her bare legs in front of the hole and her shorts rubbing noisily against the wooden lid.

"What's it like to be in there?" she asked, now jiggling on the lid, trying to send vibrations into the dark confines of the belt.

James moaned, his erect cock now aching from overuse.

"You know I can close you up at any point," she trembling, her butt now bouncing on the lid desperate for some kind of sexual feeling.

Fucking belt! She felt maidenly frustrated and closed and locked the hole in the box out of spite, sliding the small bolt across to secure the cover in place.

"No!" James cried from the dark cell beneath her, his fingers now pushing against the steel plate, "Please Kate?" he begged.

"I've taken everything from you," she trembled, urging some feeling to permeate into the belt, "Just a small bolt... I could slide it back so easily."

The noise of Kate's shorts rubbing against the lid of the box was now all consuming, "Please Kate," he begged.

"Tell me how beautiful I am..."

"You look fucking cute in those shorts," James started.

"And?"

"I'm kissing the lid right under where you're sitting."

"Mmm... think I can feel it," Kate giggled.

"Well I'm worshipping you in my mind," James moaned, his head spinning from too much arousal and not enough air, "Not much else I can do."

Kate was now shaking, her legs bouncing on the balls of her bare feet. This was so much fun. James was usually cool and controlled around her, but the box had institutionalised him and turned him into a desperate man who would worship any girl that sat on his lid.

"Girls are free... you're not," Kate panted as she used her words and the frantic touch of her fingers on the locked chastity belt, trying to bring some sexual pleasure.

Kate's moans were building, but the chastity belt gave the flustered blonde only a mild sense of pleasure. Realising that she was defeated, she looked down and realised that James was madly tapping against the inside of the locked cover.

"Please Katie... I can't see or hear anything with this closed."

With the sound of heels clipping from the kitchen, Kate quickly opened the cover just s Belinda walked back in with two cups of coffee.

Belinda had showered and was now wearing a fitted cream blouse and a figure hugging shiny black knee length shirt. Her hair was in a French braid and a small key pendent hung above her breasts. She swivelled on her black heels and elegantly sat down next to Kate on the box.

"You look beautiful," James called, trying to be part of the conversation.

"Thank you darling," Belinda replied as she casually closed the hole.

"No!" James cried.

The girls stopped and look at each other and had to hold her hand against her mouth to muffle her uncontrollable giggling.

"Just girl talk up here," Belinda called.

The women sat together listening to the knocking and increasingly pitiful begging coming from beneath them. James was such a gorgeous, strong and successful guy and yet in the box, they had seemingly stripped him of all of that.

"I think I've taken his body and his mind," Belinda hummed as she stroked the thick wooden lid,

"I like just sitting here," Kate trembled.

Belinda played with two keys, moving them from hand to hand and then placing them carefully in her lap. Kate watched spellbound.

"Maybe you can help me," Belinda breathed, tucking one key into her own bra and handing the other to Kate who immediately hugged it to her chest

The box shuddered again as James made another attempt to escape.

"You okay darling?" Belinda called.

"Yeah," James panted incoherently, between moans of pleasure.

Kate was now using the key to stimulate her erect nipples through her tight pink tee shirt, "Can I keep it?" she asked.

Belinda stood up, smoothed her skirt and then pulled Kate to her feet and started to unbutton her denim shorts. She pulled the warm denim down over the wide eyed blonde's hips and massaged Kate's butt as she inspected the chastity belt. Kate's gorgeous figure and a butt that left men staring, made the belt seem even crueller; all of that cuteness and no way to use it.

"Oh fuck... am I being unlocked!" Kate was now fidgeting from foot to foot.

"Briefly..."

Belinda took the only key in the world that would open Kate belt, pushed it into the keyhole and turned. Kate cried out excitedly, but Belinda slapped her hands away before she could touch herself.

"Behave... if you want to own one of James's keys," Belinda warned.

Kate nodded eagerly and watched as Belinda prised the key from Kate's fist and attached it to a small ring inside the front of Kate's chastity belt. Kate was again trembling as Belinda relocked the chastity belt around her waist, with one of the two keys required to release James now locked inside.

"Oh my god, I can feel it!"

"Good," Belinda replied, "He can't sweet talk his way into an early release now..."

Kate was pushing the front of the belt against vagina, enjoying the touch of the key between her legs. Belinda watched with a sense of pity at the effort Kate was expending for such little reward. Amazingly, though, Kate seemed on a high as she pulled her tiny shorts back over her hips, the short shorts covering the chastity belt, but leaving part of her bottom exposed. She sat down on the box, a big grin on her face.

"Feel free to use my chastity belt as a place to lock up any possessions that must never see the light of day... such as keys... or James's lips..." she giggled breathlessly.

Belinda raised her eyebrows and gently pushed Kate's hair back over her shoulders, "You're still locked out of your own pussy, sweetie."

"Well James won't be making love either until I say."

"True..."

"He'll have to break into my shorts before he breaks out of his box," Kate breathed triumphantly, grinning through dilated eyes and shifting forward and back on the wooden lid enjoying the gentle sensation of the keys against her vagina.

James lay helplessly beneath them in his dark, sound proof prison, trying to follow their conversation, pairing the occasional word and laughter with the shuffling and scraping sounds of shorts and skirts on the wooden lid of his cell. He was sure that they were talking about him, laughing at his hopeless predicament. Maybe that was a good thing, though, if the alternative was that they had forgotten him and were just using him as a convenient seat.

Crazy thoughts were running through his aroused mind. If Belinda didn't want him in the conversation she could just close his hole. It was scarily easy. If Belinda decided she didn't want him at all, she could simply leave him inside to die. No one would ever hear his cries for help. She wouldn't do that, would she? He could hear her laughing above him and his cock reacted as it always did. Fuck, he was running out of tissues.

Belinda left for work at the gaol leaving James in the dark until she return late on Saturday afternoon. Despite being away for almost four hours she had thought of little else but James and her underwear had paid the price inside her overly warm skirt. She ran to the box, crouched down on her haunches and flicked open the hatch.

"Hello in there darling," Belinda smiled a little condescendingly.

James blinked away the afternoon sunlight and stared open mouthed at Belinda as she unbuttoned her blouse. Her warm blouse dropped to the floor as she started to unzip her skirt.

"Fuck," James gasped, "Maybe not the weekend to choose to be locked in this box!"

"You didn't choose it," she replied, her nipples erect, "I did."

With the shutters closed and the mood lighting on, Belinda unhooked her bra and slipped into a black lace negligee that was so sheer that the silky material of her black panties was clearly visible beneath. The negligee pulled a little tight around her chest and the back of her panties were pulling up between her cheeks, but it didn't matter, this was for James, not just for her. She unplatted her hair and brushed out the curls as she used her phone to remotely play music through the house.

Belinda felt so sexy and so at ease with her body that her fingers could so easily have ventured down in her underwear and taken her anywhere. More important was the effect this would be having on James. She knew that this would play with the mind of her gorgeous man, building her power and her mystique such that he would always love her and never be able to leave. He certainly couldn't leave right now. She smiled.

She knew that James's body was aroused, his breathing was deep, his extra sexy eyes dilated. This is when he would wrap his arms around her and she would jump up and wrap her legs around him. Not today though. She could see his dilemma. He wanted to reach through the hole and try to touch her, but he also wanted to watch her and the cruel box wouldn't let him do both.

"I need you darling!" he cried.

She shook her head, "You're my captive until tomorrow night."

"What do I have to do to get the keys?" James panted.

"Sorry darling... even your charm and my obsession with you won't get you out this time... I've given one of the keys to Kate."

'Fuck, I 'm in here for good..." he moaned.

"Don't worry, she won't lose it," Belinda smiled.

"But no way into your pants tonight..."

"You can look at them," Belinda replied wide eyed and hot.

"Come here," James trembled as he clattered inside the box and pushed his hand through the hole.

Belinda slinked forward and dropped to her knees with James's fingers tracing up her thighs to find the black silk that sat happily on her hips.

"What's it feel like to be free?" he moaned.

Belinda didn't answer as seconds later his finger pushed inside her lingerie and circled the lips of her vagina. Belinda cried out as she climaxed.

James pulled his hand back in and lay on his back inside the box. He saw Belinda's lubricant covered hand reach in through the hole and touch his cock. It took only seconds for him to ejaculate, his limbs failing against the solid timber, his mind deliriously spinning.

He heard Belinda's weight settling on the lid.

"Can I live vicariously through you?" he panted.

"Of course," she called, "Wanna vicariously do the ironing for me?"

Belinda slipped on some heels before setting up the ironing board in front of the box and pulling the first clothes from a huge pile of laundry. She could feel the negligee sway and her pants pulled side to side as she moved with the music.

"I can't watch your butt as you iron," James whined.

"Don't look then darling..."

"You know I have to!"

Belinda was grinning like a teenager as she listened to the signs and moans from behind her, which soon culminated in cries of uncontrollable pleasure.

James knocked his head against the box, but he didn't care, as Belinda's round bottom continued to torment him.

"Darling, please shut me in," he cried as his cock hardened again. He had nothing left to give.

"You sure?" she asked, spinning around, "I won't open it until the morning."

James nodded and seconds later the steel cover banged shut in his face. He lay still and focused only on the Belinda heels as they clipped around above him.

It was Sunday, just passed eight in the evening, and Belinda was finally ready. She had prepared dinner, spent almost two hours in the bathroom, most of it in a hot bath, waxed her legs and had dressed in her silvery grey strapless dress. It was the same that she'd worn when she'd locked the padlocks over forty eight hours earlier. James had seen none of this as she had closed his tiny window on the world over twelve hours earlier.

James was totally dependent on her for everything and Belinda had been feeling particularly cruel that morning. She had given him bread and water, literally, a bag and a bottle for his waste and a wet soapy flannel to wash. That had been his entire contact with the outside world. Shortly after that she had closed him up and hadn't even spoken to him, leaving all of his calls and messages of love unanswered.

He was certainly disorientated, but she guessed from his moans and cries of undying love for her that he was in some pleasant subspace. His cutest cries had been when she had sat on his box that morning and masturbated, his moans almost matching hers despite the thick steel and timber between them.

She now had both of the keys required to release him, Kate's key having been retrieved after what must have been a fitful night inside the frustrated blonde's chastity belt.

Belinda was nervous, two days was a long time to inflict such a cruel punishment on the man she loved. Silently she sat on the box, crossed her legs and smoothed out the silvery material that ran from her hips to her knees. She was biting her nails as she traced her fingers around the grain of the thick wooden lid.

"Darling?" she whispered, louder and louder until he heard her.

"Belinda?"

There was painful clattering from beneath her.

"It's time to release you..."

"Oh yeah!" his voice was shaking.

"I've changed my mind. I'm leaving you for another week."

James cried out and thrashed against the box, stopping only when he climaxed, crying out into the solid wood. Fuck, she was going to keep him in here forever. This must have been Belinda's plan from the start and he had totally fallen for her trap, but he could live in the box if that what Belinda wanted, couldn't he?

"Goodnight darling," she teased, her aroused body writhing around above him.

James's mind was so consumed by images of Belinda, her voice, her body and her scent, that at first he didn't notice that she had opened the box.

"You okay?" she asked, kissing him on the cheek.

"You let me out?" James panted, now on his knees with wild hair and bewildered eyes.

"Did you think I'd leave you locked up forever?"

Belinda sat on the rim of the box and stroked James's hair as he buried his face into her dress. He tried to standing up, but she held his head against her lap for fear that his trembling body would collapse.

"Relax darling," she breathed, his face now lost in the folds of her dress, "We need to bring you down from your subspace high."

She needed to look after him, which ironically meant that after she would have to chain him to the bed before she made love to him and he would have to remain under her lock and key until at least the morning.

His gorgeous brown eyes were filled with lust and adoration as they peered up from her lap. Her big brown eyes gazed back down in seeming amazement at what her body and controlling mind had done.

"Come," she whispered as she pulled him to his feet and led him away to their bedroom.

It had been an amazing night as Belinda had brought James out of subspace in her own unique and sex filled way. It was now Monday morning and James was still handcuffed to the wrought iron frame of their elegant queen sized bed. Belinda had already showered and was squeezing into her blue jeans, her pale purple satin underwear slowly disappearing inside its tight denim cell.

"What a weekend," James smiled, his body still floating with the memory.

Belinda untangled her long damp hair from the white tee shirt that she'd just pulled over her head and smiled back seductively, "I know," she beamed.

"I should in the US for meetings," James continued, rattling his handcuffs.

"I don't want to let you go," Belinda smiled coyly.

She sat on the bed and played with his erect cock.

"That's nice, but it doesn't get me out of these cuffs..."

No reply from the girl with the key.

"What if I promise to go back in the box on Friday...?"

Belinda peered through her long dark hair and smiled suggestively as she dug the handcuff from her pocket and dropped it on James's naked chest.

"You never make it easy for me," James whispered as they kissed.

"Would be even harder if the key was still in my pocket, darling," she called as she walked off leaving James's contorting body fighting to reach the key.

It was now Thursday night and James couldn't sleep. Belinda had reminded him that she would be locking him back in the box, however her explanation as to when and for how long was lost in unintelligible moans as they brought each other to orgasm.

James's impending incarceration was dominating his thoughts as he gently untangled himself from Belinda's embrace, removing her arm from his chest and her thigh from across his waist. It was as if she unconsciously wanted to restrain him as she slept.

He walked down to the lounge and over to the trunk. He wanted to climb inside and relive some of the thrill, but as always it was locked with the two large padlocks to which only Belinda had the keys. He pointed his phone through the four inch square hole to light up the dark interior. It brought back memories of being trapped inside and looking out helplessly on the world.

He knelt down and placed his face against the thick wooden lid. Belinda had spent hours sitting on here while exacting her complete control over him. Would she feed him, would she release him, would she leave him inside forever, his future totally dependent on her dreams and fantasies. No wonder the wood was smooth, hours of Belinda's shorts rubbing against it, her hips driven back and forth by her libido.

James returned to their bedroom and to Belinda's uncovered sleeping body, naked but for black satin panties. He ran his lips up her leg and then buried his mouth into her satin butt, breathed in and kissed. He knew that this memory would stay with him and torment him once she had locked him away in the box. He straddled the sleeping woman's body, ran his fingers through her hair and gently kissed her cheek. He smiled to himself; if his kisses didn't wake her now, what chance did he have of waking her once she had him locked in the box?

There was a sense of anticipation in the air as they ate breakfast on Friday morning. Neither James nor Belinda had bothered to get dress and were sitting on stools at the kitchen bench in black boxers and pale blue panties.

"Where are the keys for the box?" James asked, breaking the silence.

Belinda smiled and fluttered her eyelashes.

"Not really an answer...."

"Does it matter? You won't be getting them."

"Might be useful to know if you choose never to let me out."

"Wouldn't that be cruel," she smiled from behind her coffee cup.

"Mmm... scarily it's in your power to do that."

"I know..."

With her fluttering eyelashes now irresistible, James took her trembling hand and led her to the large white rug in front of the box. She fell to her knees and then the ground as James lay down on top of her, his strong body holding her helplessly in place. She put her hands above her head and waited for James to pin them to the floor.

"These might be my last hours of freedom," James breathed, "And my last chance to hold you.... Everything feels different inside there."

"Don't you trust me to let you out?" Belinda's eyes had gone dreamy again.

"Not sure," he replied, stroking her hair.

"Scary then," she giggled.

"Not really, cos I'm happy for you to keep me locked up forever."

"Oh darling, you shouldn't have said that!"

They were now close to orgasm with their teases and taunts overcome by moans. Minutes later it was over and James lay looking down at her, knowing that soon his life would be totally dependent on whatever crazy fantasies was running around this girl's head.

Belinda climbed to her feet, pulled her panties back on and stood with one foot either side of his head, leaving James gazing up at the damp blue underwear stretching between her legs.

"Are the keys in there?" he asked.

"No..."

"Can I check?"

"No..."

Belinda skipped away and returned with the keys.

"So they do exist!" James exclaimed.

"Not in your world, darling."

Belinda crouched provocatively close to James's head and quickly unlocked the padlocks.

"I spent hours trying to break them open..."James started.

Belinda simply bent her legs further, dropping her bottom down on to James's face, muffling the rest of his words between her cheeks.

"So which way do you want to lie," she asked casually, "I know you can't turn around in there."

"It's not until tonight," he mumbled.

"Planning ahead... now get in."

"Last time I lay this way," James said as he climbed inside.

Belinda looked on gleefully; James having fallen for what she hoped was a gorgeously teasing trap. She lowered the lid and quickly sat on it.

"Sorry darling, we've started..."

Belinda sat motionless on the lid that now seemed to tremble beneath her, nervously waiting to see how James would react. His mind would be desperately trying to catch up. She watched his arm reach out and explore the two unlocked padlock hasps. His hand was caressing her leg, not angrily, but lovingly and as if his life depended on her enjoying his touch.

"You ready for me to lock you in?" Belinda breathed.

James was panting, adrenaline already pumping through is body as he stroked Belinda between her legs. With James 's fingers still arousing her, Belinda reached down and slipped the first padlock in place and then swung around, bouncing on bare feet as she locked the second padlock through the second hasp.

Belinda drew back the curtains, letting the morning sunlight stream into the lounge. She placed her cup of coffee on the lid and sat down next to it. She crossed her legs and picked up her phone.

"It's going to be sunny today," she said without looking up, "I might see if Kate wants to go out for lunch..."

"Guess I won't be coming," James replied, still buzzing from his earlier than planned incarceration.

"Guess not," she smiled, looking down at her long tanned legs resting on the beautifully polished wood.

James peered out of his tiny hole, watching Belinda's reflection in the carefully placed mirror. She crossed her legs, sipped her coffee and sighed contentedly in the way she always did with her morning coffee.

"You're painfully beautiful," he moaned.

Belinda's face lit up immediately.

"The box is doing its thing then?"

"From in here you're my Goddess... even more than usual. You look so beautiful... and so free."

Belinda giggled like a school girl and sat up straight as if trying to exert more weight on the lid. This was so much fun, almost physiological torture, but the nice kind.

"Gorgeous outfit," he sighed.

"You can have it if you want," she giggled, standing up, whipping her used underwear down her legs and straight into the box, "In fact..."

She jumped off the box and ran to the bathroom and dragged back the washing basket, "Very behind on the washing," she smiled self consciously as she fed a week's worth of her dirty clothes into the box, "Sealed in for freshness," she giggled as she closed and locked the hole.

James buried his face into her clothing and breathed in through his nose, her scent getting stronger and stronger.

"Nice in there?" Belinda called.

"Oh fuck yeah..."

Belinda then placed her phone next to the small metal grille positioned at one end of the lid. The grille was designed to let in just enough air to keep the prisoner alive and it was also the only way to communicate inside the otherwise sound proofed cell.

"I've recorded a few messages from me," she called, "Which will now play on an eternal loop... which you can't stop," Belinda was trembling, "My prisoner, breathing my scent and listening to my voice ..."

Even with the box closed up she could sense James's aroused and heightened mood.

"And remember this weekend I'm playing the role of your sadistic lover," she breathed, "I'm not going to let you out."

Now trembling, Belinda pressed 'play' and quickly slipped away before she blushed at her own voice.

James buried his face into Belinda's clothes, breathed in and tried to imagine that she was inside with him. He listened to her recorded voice echo around the box, her teasing words slowly giving way to her building orgasm. Her loud cries of pleasure were bouncing wildly around inside the box. Now her breathing was slowing and her teasing started again with Belinda describing what she would be doing while he was her locked away prisoner.

James started to masturbate, but was too keyed up to last more than a few seconds. It felt amazing, but just as he was coming down, Belinda's voice was climaxing again on the looped recording.

"Fuck," he panted with his head now inside two pairs of Belinda's jeans and countless panties. Still he could hear her voice and he grabbed his sore cock, desperate to go again.

James was now frantic, his body totally spent and yet Belinda's voice kept climaxing, drowning out any other thoughts with her cries of pleasure. His hands were over his ears and still he could hear her telling him that this was permanent and that she would keep him imprisoned in the box for the rest of his life.

"Fuck, no!" he cried as his aching cock stiffened again, his hands clawing at the small grille desperate for a way to stop the constant sound of his lover climaxing.

Suddenly the recording stopped as Belinda's shadow fell across the grille.

"Oh darling are you okay?" she asked.

"Too fucking sexy..." he cried

"I know... psychological torture."

"Almost had to ask you to let me out," James laughed.

"Well that's not going to happen darling," Belinda replied seriously, opening the hole and standing facing him in a tight white top, designer jeans and ankle high brown boots; legs apart and her hands thrust into her back pockets. Her hair was brushed and hanging down and her eyes and lips extenuated with makeup. She felt powerful and sexy, almost surprising herself with her sadistic fantasies.

"How does it feel?" James whispered.

"Gorgeous," she replied, a tremor in her voice.

"Me too..."

With the check in over, Belinda snapped back into character, buzzing as she turned to give James yet another perspective on her new jeans, her legs spread and her breathing slow.

"You know you're fucked James," she breathed, "I'm so never letting you out."

"Love the jeans," he replied, ignoring her provocative taunt.

She smiled at the compliment as she bobbed down to close the window.

"Belinda?" James quickly called.

She raised her eyebrows expectantly, one hand on the cover.

"Enjoy lunch."

She smiled before slamming the steel cover in his face.

Although there was no one to watch, she rolled her hips like a model as walked away, the hopeless clattering from inside the box getting more distant by the step.

Being locked in the box was almost irrelevant now that Belinda had taken control of his mind. She was literally all he could think about, which made him aroused and therefore made rational thought even more impossible. In this state he could barely remember his name.

Belinda returned two hours later, her hair ruffled and her body warm from the sun. She tiptoed into the lounge and sat down carefully on the box.

"Belinda?" James called from inside.

"How'd know I was here?"

"You've taken away all my senses," James breathed, pushing his lips up against the inside of the lid where he guessed Belinda was sitting, "So you returning and sitting on my box is huge."

"So it should be," Belinda grinned with a wonderful feeling of importance.

James was still focused on the vibrations that her jeans were inflicting on the lid and the occasional knock of her boots against the front of the box.

"What are you doing up there?" he breathed.

"Sitting on you..."

"Yeah, but what else?"

Belinda smiled, but didn't answer as James fired more questions about her lunch, the restaurant even what type of chair she had sat on.

"You're not usually this interested in my lunches with Kate," she replied.

"Nothing else to do in here, but dream about the woman who locked me in and may one day let me out," he paused as he tried to make sense of his feelings, "I've spent the morning picturing you in the restaurant, your body, your laugh, your smile... and where the keys might be hiding... Trying to guess what you'd be thinking and when you might return."

"Oh my god," Belinda exclaimed, a little taken aback by James's honesty, "That's so gorgeous!"

Belinda slipped off the lid and popped open the hole, "I brought you some lunch," she offered as she handed James a small doggy bag and then looked away shyly as she played aimlessly with one of the padlocks, "Lucky for you I wasn't too hungry."

"You were a little hungry," James replied as he looked at the meagre leftovers.

Belinda beamed, she loved his cute defiance, and snapped her beautifully manicured fingers and retrieved the small paper box. She then unbuttoned her jeans and slid down her underwear. She opened the box and sat down on the remains of her lunch, the lasagne immediately crushing beneath her naked bottom, forced it up between her cheeks and between her legs.

"Now what you doing?" James asked innocently.

Belinda was sliding from side to side on James's lunch, the pasta, tomatoes and cheese smeared across her bare skin.

"I may have sat on the leftovers, darling" she called.

James lay on his back laughing and looking up at the locked lid above him, imagining the scene taking place above him.

"I'm sure it'll taste fine."

"Yeah... not so sure," Belinda laughed, picking bits of pasta from between her cheeks.

James watched her bare legs twist from side to side as she did her best to retrieve his lunch. Moments later, her embarrassed eyes appeared at the box.

"It's squashed," she smiled apologetically.

"Well you sat on it," James pointed out.

"Yeah... kind of."

Belinda passed the flattened food in the flattened box in through the hole and James started to eat it with his fingers. They watched each other's eyes intently as James ate the sad remnants of Belinda's lunch. Belinda's eyes were getting wider as her lover lay imprisoned in her box, gratefully eating the food that she had crushed beneath her.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Of course... can't you tell I've fallen under your spell," James replied.

"There may be a little more stuck between my cheeks," Belinda giggled, "... if you're hungry."

James lay helplessly inside the padlocked box as Belinda showered and dressed in orange cotton shorts and white tee shirt. When she returned, she walked bare foot up to the box and sat down on the lid, next to the small steel grille. With the hole closed, the grille was James's only source of air.

Breathing deeply, and with her fresh pair of underwear already damp, Belinda lifted, moved to the side and sat down right on top of the grille. She tensed and released her cheeks to explore the feel of the thick, close centred bars beneath her.

"I'm sitting on your grille," Belinda breathed.

"Orange is the new black," James called, having seen his tiny glimmer of light disappear beneath a pair of short orange shorts.

"You're completely sealed in there now..."

"What?" he called back, her voice unable to penetrate the insulated box.

"You're sealed," she shouted, "Get ready to beg for air."

James lifted his head against the underside of the heavy grilled mesh. There was now no light at all, with Belinda's bottom completely engulfing the grille and blocking all light and all oxygen. There was barely room for a fingernail between the narrow centred mesh, meaning that Belinda's shorts were so close and yet so hopelessly out of reach. They could so easily stay there all day, depriving him of air until he blacked out.

He lay down, only inches beneath her, staring up into the darkness, smiling and wondering how long she would leave him. Just above, Belinda was smiling as she read her book. The afternoon breeze was rustling her hair and her body for once was still as it continued its teasingly cruel torture

An hour later Belinda stopped reading, propped her book between her bare legs and listened to the quiet afternoon sounds of birds and the breeze and not much else. Having the power of life or death over her lover was a beautiful and surreal feeling. She wanted to take him to the edge of ecstasy, but would need to read his signs to ensure she didn't go too far.

"Kate's coming here tomorrow," Belinda called.

"Cool," James panted, his throat dry from breathing thin air.

"How's the sultry world beneath me?" Belinda asked, checking the seal of her shorts around the grille, only to find that the afternoon sun had made her thighs tacky, sticking to the box.

"Getting harder to breathe..."

Belinda waited, listening to the increasing clattering as the poor man beneath her tried to find a better position from which to breathe.

"Is there oxygen in farts?" he breathed.

"Don't think so..."

"Don't fart then."

"Okay, I won't."

"Not much air..." he panted his voice even more hoarse.

The power made her tingle, but it was his total trust that was driving her aroused emotions. He wasn't even begging her cute orange shorts for mercy.

She slid backwards and opened her legs to reveal a small portion of the grille between her thighs. James dilated eyes appeared and his mouth pushed up against the underside of the grille, gasping for breath. It took several moments for him to smile and lie back, gazing up through the grille.

"You must wear those shorts more," he smiled through exhausted eyes.

"Mmm... I wonder what they'll remind you of."

Suddenly it went dark as Belinda slid back over the grille.

"Oh fuck!" he half laughed, half cried.

"Thought you liked these shorts," Belinda called.

James rolled on to his front and laughed out loud in aroused frustration as he heard the vibrator start up above him. The horny girl was going to bring herself to orgasm before she let him breathe. That thought was all too cruel and sexy and within minutes he had also climaxed.

He lay spent on the bottom of the box, gasping for air until the shorts finally slid backward again and her thighs opened.

"That was incredible," James gasped, grinning uncontrollably.

"Glad you liked it," Belinda beamed as she jumped up and walked away.

Belinda had given James some food and water, and a bottle and bag so he could go to the toilet, but otherwise she had left him alone that afternoon as she tidied the house and relaxed with her book.

James couldn't see her, she had closed his little window on the world, but still she felt as if he was with her. His mind certainly was. Every time she moved, every pose, every smile she tried to make as sexy and alluring as possible. She was now lying on the sofa in pale pink silk lingerie, touching and playing with herself as she read.

Finally the feelings became too strong and she slinked cat like on to his box and felt the ornate steel that encircled the wood.

"You're like my genie in a bottle," she purred, stretching out on the lid.

She opened the small window and James pushed out a hand which she held tightly.

"I've been on a sexual high all day," he breathed.

"So have I..."

When Belinda let go of his hand he realised there were two keys resting in his palm. Belinda was now stretched out on the box, rubbing herself, moaning and playing with the vibrator between her legs. With the keys still in his hand, he reached up and took the vibrator from her and with only feel and memory to guide him, played between her legs until she orgasmed.

They lay in silence, neither wanting the wonderfully feeling of control and submission to stop.

"The keys are welcome to spend the night in my lingerie... if you're not quite ready to be released," she whispered, stretching and arching on top of the box.

James was desperate to make love to her, but didn't want to lose their incredible high. Again with only feel to guide him, his fingers rounded her butt, slipped under the hem of her panties and let go of the keys which dropped down, deep into her crotch.

"Thanks you darling, I'll keep them warm until morning," she whispered, holding his now empty hand.

Belinda stretched and moaned and cried out for a few more minutes before sitting up, blinking her over stimulated eyes and slinking away, almost oblivious to the keys in tow. James watched in a state of agonising ecstasy as she walked away.

He cried out and kicked at the box as his woman disappeared into the distance. She would slip under their sheet, curl up and fall asleep and he knew how deeply she slept. She now had his freedom and his mind and he loved it.

He closed his eyes and imagined he was in the bed with her. He orgasmed one more time before falling into a deep sleep.