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, discreetly 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 leant 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's 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 doorbell. Belinda stopped dead for a second and then ran barefoot to the entrance camera, “It's 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 onto 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 to 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 onto 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 slide into place. She was suddenly calm, a warm feeling of helplessness, of being held and control and looked after by someone else.