James and Belinda had spent the day in James’s hotel room, naked and barely moving from the bed. James was now on top of her naked wriggling body, lying head to toe so that his head was between her legs. Between fits of giggles, Belinda fought to free herself, but his strong body held her securely to the bed. She loved being trapped beneath him, even if the feel of his lips on her vagina was almost too much to take.

She grabbed his thighs and pulled them closer until they touched against the sides of her face. Mmm, she was now trapped between them and unable to move her head. Moments later though, she regretted her decision as his lips again kissed between her legs and now she was even more restrained and even less able to fight back against the waves of pleasure.

“Every kiss earns you another hour in the punishment cell,” she shrieked uncontrollably, now in pleasure overload. James immediately kissed her again, “I mean it!”

“Promise?” he replied.

“Yes and you’re heading for a life sentence!”

“Good...”

“I mean it! Without sex... me and my panties will be the wrong side of the door!”

“No panties?”

Belinda cried out in delight, trying desperately not to climax again, “And you’re going straight back in that mask. Locked up, no escape! No way for you to kiss my clit!”

“You really want that?”

Belinda let herself go and enjoyed the thrill of the climax. She lay exhausted on the fresh white sheets, her legs flopped wide apart, James’s head lying peacefully between them.

“You can move your head,” she smiled.

“Mmm?”

“Stay there too long and I’ll put my panties back on with your head inside.”

James was exhausted and lay there enjoying her scent as Belinda wriggled around beneath him, found her blue underwear and eased it up between her legs. James opened one eye and watched as it came closer and closer and then pulled up and stretched tight over his head.

“Ha! Now I’ve got you.”

Belinda rolled him over so that they lay head to toe on their sides with James’s head and Belinda’s butt sharing the same pair of panties, pulled tight to accommodate them both.

“I told you that you wouldn’t survive a day with me,” Belinda smiled, “and now look at you. Passed out inside my panties.”

James opened his eyes and reached for the frilly hem of the blue satin underwear.

“Hey!” Belinda cried, slapping his hand.

“What?”

“You don’t escape the gaol cell until I say so... so why should you escape my panties before I say so.”

“You’re using your underwear as a form of state imprisonment?”

James lay with his face against her clit, breathing in her scent; his breathing blowing warm air across her clit and sending tingles through her body.

Belinda lifted the frilled elastic hem so that James could remove his head. However, before he could turn around, she pulled him towards her and wrapped her strong thighs around his head. James tried to prise them open but soon gave up.

“Fuck, Belinda you don’t need the jail, you can just use your legs,” he half laughed, half mumbled into her body.

Belinda opened up for a millisecond so she could position James even more tightly between her curvy legs, so that his nose was now pushing between her cheeks. Her body now engulfed James’s eyes, nose, mouth and ears, leaving him in a helpless Belinda world.

“Just think of my legs as your jail cell... you wouldn’t try and escape from the cell, so don’t try and escape from my legs.”

Belinda stroked his dark hair, his face nuzzling up to between her legs, his eyes all but hidden from view.

“That’s right honey, you are mine until I release you,” her voice soothing, her words menacing.

James was exhausted, both from the thrill of spending the night in the cell and the excitement and exertions of a day making love to Belinda. In his mind she had changed from the cute woman on the front desk to a woman whom he loved and a woman whom he must obey. ‘Once between Belinda’s thighs, always between Belinda’s thighs,” he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm soft confinement of her legs. Maybe he could escape, but he had no intentions of doing so until she released him from her embrace.

*

Later that afternoon, James and Belinda lay in bed eating room service. They were lovers with an extra special relationship. Belinda looked into his dark eyes, overhung by dishevelled hair, but it wasn’t only his athletic physique that made him so gorgeous. She kissed his firm lips and then pointed down to her open her legs. Within seconds he had slid down the bed and placed his head between them.

Belinda rolled on to her side and closed her legs. James looked out from beneath the weight of her upper thigh towards her big brown eyes and the impossibly cute lips that were now out of his reach.

“Good boy,” she purred.

“Do all men fall under your spell so easily?”

“I’m glad to see you accepting your fate.”

“Will you let me go?”

“No,” she breathed, “you belongs to me.”

She shook her head and stretched out on the mattress, her thighs tightened around his neck. She glowed with the feeling of power as James touched and massaged her body. He could do whatever he liked to her, as long as he didn’t remove his head from between her legs.

The longer she waited and the longer James remained trapped, the more the feeling of power consumed her. When it became too much for her body to take, she would simply order him to kiss her and take her back to that special place.

*

They made love yet again and then took the longest shower. They redressed, James in blue shirt and tan chinos and Belinda in a short blue dress and heels. They went out for an early dinner and then returned to the gaol. They walked through the dark, echoing cell block and into a cell which Belinda had already prepared with sofa cushions, covered with a white sheet, and candles.

James loved the anticipation of once again becoming Belinda’s prisoner and he pushed her back against the concrete wall and swept her hair out of her eyes. He tilted her head up and kissed her expectant lips.

“Tonight I’m going to be a prisoner too,” she spoke excitedly.

James looked enquiringly down at her.

“I have a friend who will lock us in,” Belinda explained, “I once locked her up and now she’s agreed to do the same to me.”

“Does she know about me?” James asked.

“Unfortunately not, it’s all too hard. You’ll have to remain my beautiful secret.”

James looked puzzled, “How will she not see me?”

Belinda bent down and pushed the cushions to the other side of the small cell. Underneath was a heavy steel grate covering a small opening in the cell floor, about half a metre square. She crouched down and heaved it up to reveal a small space below.

“This is both the cell toilet and your hidey-hole.”

“You’re kidding?”

“It’s the only way I can smuggle you in.”

James peered through the opening. It was effectively a large pipe that quickly turned into a much smaller pipe which then disappeared into the darkness.

“They actually used it as a means of punishment,” Belinda explained, as usual the expert on torture techniques, “prisoners would be locked down there and then urinated on... but don’t worry, I don’t need to pee.”

“You sure?!”

“Well you did keep pouring the champagne...”

Slightly concerned that Belinda had yet another fetish that he wasn’t aware of, James wriggled feet first into the pipe until his head was directly below the opening. His champagne loving woman lowered the grate down on top of him, giving him an all access view up her dress.

“I hope you don’t need the toilet?” James joked.

“Well actually,” she purred, crouching down on the grate with her legs apart.

Having teased him, Belinda turned around and started to light the candles. James now had a perfect view of her skimpy underwear that did little to cover her butt and decided that he could have more fun without a heavy set of bars between them. He pushed up and opened the grate.

“No, Kate will be here soon!”

“What?”

Belinda gave him her school teacher stare and stood back on top of the grate which quickly banged back down under her weight, “Do I really need to lock you in?” she asked rhetorically before locking the grate in place with a padlock, “Now stay!”

She pulled the cushions back over the grille and sat down on top of them, fidgeting nervously, crossing her legs back and forth and picking at her nails. A couple of inches below her, James waited in the dark, hoping that this mysterious Kate wouldn’t be long.

“Make sure you have the key to this padlock before Kate locks us in,” James called from beneath her.”

That brought a smile to her lips, “Mmm, that wouldn’t be good for either of us.”

Ten minutes later Belinda heard footsteps in the cell block and a few seconds later the sound also filtered down into James’s insulated cell.

Like Belinda, Kate also worked part time at the gaol. She was in her early forties and had also separated from her husband. She and Belinda had much in common and often confided in each other about work, families, men and more recently fantasies, although Belinda had yet to tell Kate about James.

The women shared a common fascination with the gaol and the fact that so many men had been locked up there. Both women had known many men that they’d have liked to lock up and throw away the key. Unfortunately, just working at the old gaol and museum didn’t give you the right to lock up male fuckwits.

Kate appeared at the open cell door in white t-shirt, faded blue jeans and boots. Her jeans moulded to her having been ground into her shape, beaten down by numerous wears. Her clothes, together with her long wild blonde hair and small tattoos on her wrists gave her a rock chick look.

“This is very cosy Bel,” Kate said in her husky Irish accent as she sat on the cushions next to Belinda, you sure you’re not expecting company?”

“Did you bring any cute men with you?”

Kate smiled and shook her head, “So who are you going to fantasise about when I lock you in?”

“Just you my pervy friend,” Belinda replied.

Both women heard a clang following by a moan as James moved slightly in the pipe beneath them.

“What was that?” Kate asked, now up on her knees and trying to move the cushions, “Move Bel!”

Belinda knew the game was up, “Okay, okay, I may have some company.”

“You bitch, he’s gorgeous,” Kate cried as both women looked down through the grate.

“This is James, my little secret.”

James tried to introduce himself, but Kate had other priorities.

“Now hand over the key to the grate Belinda.”

Still feeling guilty about hiding this from her friend, Belinda placed the padlock key into Kate’s waiting hand and from there it disappeared into Kate’s waiting pocket.

“Enjoy your night in here,” Kate smiled.

“No Kate, you can’t!”

Kate was already at the cell door and seconds later she swung it shut and locked it. Belinda pushed pointlessly at the locked door, both angry and embarrassed.

“Bel, you should know better than anyone that there’s no way out of these cells.”

Belinda tried to reach thought the bars of the small observation window, her fingers only reaching as far as Kate’s low cut top.

“It’s in the back pocket of my jeans,” Kate said in her naturally sexy voice, “but touch my breasts if you like.”

“I know I should have told you about James.” Belinda was still playing with Kate’s top.

Kate’s eyes were smiling, “Right now I’m so jealous... I’m certainly not unlocking this cell until tomorrow.”

Belinda’s big pleading eyes looked at her through the bars.

“But I’m not a complete bitch,” Kate breathed as she stuck her hands into her back pocket and gave Belinda the warm key, “I wouldn’t want to deprive him of your cute body. Unlock him and give me this key back.”

Belinda looked confused, but did as Kate asked and unlocked the padlock and passed the key back through the bars to Kate’s waiting hand and waiting pocket.

“Perfect,” Kate had teasing smile on her face, “now before I release you in the morning, your sexy guy must be locked back inside his hole.”

“But you have the key?”

“Precisely.”

Kate blew her friend a kiss and closed the viewing window, “Sleep well, sweetheart... you too Jamie,” she smiled as she walked away leaving the lovers locked inside.

“Why did you make so much noise?” Belinda scolded, “I’m almost tempted to lock you in and leave you to Kate’s mercy!”

“Fuck Kate,” James breathed excitedly, “it’s just you and me locked up together for the night.”

Belinda was smiling again and quickly removed the padlock and helped James up. She was shaking with excitement as she pushed against the door that Kate had locked, “There really is no way to get out. I don’t even have a phone.”

She turned around so find James’s lips waiting for her. His hands were exploring beneath her short dress and he even removed her black silk underwear without breaking the kiss. Seconds later and he had unzipped her dress which landed on the floor next to her bra. She was now naked and locked in a cell with a sexy guy. She couldn’t control herself as she shivered and panted.

“What shall I do to you first?” James asked, having kicked off his boxer shorts.

Belinda dipped out from under his arms and ran to the other side of the cell, shivering with excitement. James walked towards her and again she dodged him and ran towards the locked door.

“There’s no way out,” he smiled, his muscles glinting in the candle light.

Belinda was too keyed up to reply.

He approached her again, took her hand and lay her down on the white sheet. Despite the strength of his body and his provocative body language, James was amazingly gentle. His head was between her legs, kissing her tenderly. She felt so safe knowing that he would obey her. She closed her thighs around James’s head and he immediately relaxed, just stroking her legs, waiting for her to release him.

Only when she was ready did he lie on top of her and ease himself inside. It took neither of them more than a few seconds, the excitement of being there having already taken them most of the way. They lay together in the candle light before going again.

*

They hadn’t been asleep for long when the sun started to shine through the small barred window. James woke to find Belinda’s head on his chest and her arms still around him. He always slept well in captivity and evidently so did she.

“Kate will be here soon,” Belinda groaned, “I need to put you back in the drain.”

“Was she serious about that?”

“Believe me, she was... I’m not the only one around here with twisted fetishes.”

“Wanna come in with me?”

“No, now get in!” Belinda cried.

They dressed and James slid back inside the pipe while Belinda sat on the edge of the opening and dangled her feet against his head.

“Is this Kate’s idea or yours?” James asked, kissing Belinda’s toes one by one.

His kisses tickled, “Is there any part of my body that you’re not obsessed with,” she giggled as she tried to take the tickling punishment without kicking him in the face.

When the tickling became too much, Belinda lowered the grate and sat on it with her legs wide apart. Now James lips focused on her bottom and between her legs which he kissed as best he could through the grate.

“Our jailer’s coming, behave!” Belinda whispered as she locked the grate in position with the padlock.

Kate’s footsteps approached and the rock chick looked in, “How are my prisoners?”

Kate was impressed. Not only was Belinda confident enough to indulge in kinky games, but she also had the cheek to smuggle in a guy. The way she’d hidden him in the sewer and sat on top of him was so cool.

Locking them in together had been fun and had been the highlight of Kate’s otherwise shitty day. The ideas of being helpless aroused her and Kate was already toying with the idea of asking Belinda to return the favour.

Kate looked in to see Belinda sitting crossed legged on top of the grate with a strangely demure look on her face. Her hair was up in a ponytail and her dress was sitting neatly on her body, even if it did little to cover her legs. Between Belinda’s open legs she could just make out James’s head and the locked padlock. Kate blushed, she had that key!

She quickly unlocked the cell door and walked in with a tray of coffees and muffins.

“You guys have fun?” Kate asked in her Irish lilt.

“Aha.”

“You put him back in his box.”

James started to talk to Kate, but Belinda jealously shuffled her butt forward slightly and put her legs together to block him from sight. The women started to sip their drinks while James’s coffee stood untouched on the edge of the grate.

Belinda played with the locked padlock while Kate tried to see past Belinda’s legs to catch a glimpse of James. Knowing that they couldn’t do much without the key in Kate’s pocket, Belinda finally opened her legs so that James and Kate could make eye contact.

“I hope you don’t think I’m a bitch for making you go back in there, Jamie, but I knew Bel wasn’t going to introduce us otherwise,” Kate purred.

“Not at all, I love sewers.”

Having failed to stop James and Kate from meeting, Belinda stood up and walked off to use the bathroom.

“Any chance you can unlock me?” James asked.

Kate stood above him, aimlessly poking her boot through the grate, “Yeah...” she replied absentmindedly.

Belinda returned to find James still beneath the grate.

“May I?” Belinda asked as she reached into the back pocket of Kate’s jeans and pulled out the key.

“What?” Kate was miles away.

“You okay?”

“Mmm?”

Belinda crouched down and released James from his cell. Kate was still distracted and was now pulling at her faded jeans that seemed to be hugging her more tightly. She looked around at Belinda, her pupils dilated.

“Can you leave me in the cell?” Kate asked uncertainly.

“Sure.”

“Naked?”

Belinda and James watched as Kate undressed and bundled up her clothes. Belinda took the warm clothes and held them to her face for a moment at she breathed in. James studied the look between the two women with interest.

“Have fun,” James smiled as he kissed Kate on the cheek and then turned to find that Belinda had already left the cell and locked the door.

“Belinda?”

Belinda reopened the door so that James could leave and then closed and relocked it, this time with just Kate inside. The gaol would be open to the public later that day, but no-one would ever know that there was a naked rock chick blonde in the last cell, touching herself and waiting for Belinda to return.

*

In the cool air and early morning light of the new morning, Belinda seemed conspicuously overdressed. Her short blue dress clung to her soft curves just as tightly as it had done the night before and still sprayed out and stopped midway down her tanned thighs. The silky dress and high heels still made her legs look long and crazily sexy.

Belinda was trembling as she clipped up the cell block, her mind yet to fully process the event of the night. Kate was one of her closest friends and during many hours together on the front desk of the gaol they had talked about incarceration. Little by little they had admitted to both themselves and each other their fascination of being locked up and locking people up. The friends had never experimented, despite having many cells at their disposal, but had talked at length with both Belinda and Kate careful to hide their real interest and growing arousal.

So it had been easy enough for Belinda to ask Kate to lock her in a cell for the night. That alone would have been exciting for Belinda, the feel of captivity and helplessness at the hand of her crazy blonde friend. Having James hidden in the cell with her had made the situation even more thrilling, even if she hadn’t planned on Kate finding out about her secret male companion.  

But now the floodgates were open, she knew that Kate would ask her to return the favour and it was no surprise that Kate had asked to be locked up naked. She’d confided that fantasy to Belinda on multiple occasions, but still it felt strange seeing Kate’s slim exposed body inside the locked cell. She was no longer her slightly crazy colleague, she was now a sexy kinky woman over which she had total power.

*

James started to follow Belinda back out through the cell block, but his curiosity got the better of him and he walked back to Kate’s locked cell. He opened the small observation window to see her sitting on the cushions, her knees drawn up into her body, her long crinkly blonde hair lying wildly around her slim face. She was still naked, Belinda having taken every last stitch of her clothing, and she had made no attempt to cover herself with the white sheet.

Upon seeing James’s face, Kate smiled, rolled up on to her bare feet and crept like a predator across the concrete floor. Ironically she looked in full control, a sexually dominant woman, her pert breasts bouncing modestly, her hair lying wildly around her face.

“You must think I crazy to want to be locked up completely naked,” Kate breathed, her face now almost touching the bars.

“Not necessarily,” James replied.

“Bel and I were playing around with fantasies.... and this was mine.”

“On your own?”

Kate looked slightly solemn, “You wanna want to join me?”

“Belinda has the key... I’m as unable to get in and you are to get out.”

“There’s more of the world on your side of the door...” Kate breathed, “This tiny concrete box is all I have.”

“You want me to feel sorry for you?” James replied, amused by Kate’s seemingly selective memory, “You locked us in here last night!”

Kate pushed her naked body up against the cold door and pulled at the bars of the small observation window with a look of aroused frustration across her dilated blue eyes. She could see why Belinda liked this guy, his shining brown eyes were making summersaults inside her body.

“Do you want to know what I did after I locked you away last night?” Kate breathed.

“What you’re doing right now?”

Kate smiled, her arousal covering any slight embarrassment.

James studied her surprisingly attractive face and thought back to last night. She had forced Belinda to lock him back in the drain and she had taken pleasure in standing on the grate and teasing him, enjoying her position as the all powerful key holder. But now she was helplessly locked up herself and yet was still aroused to distraction

 “You must be this cell most willing inhabitant,” James remarked as Kate licked her lips.

“Until I lock you back in here tonight,” Kate panted.

“Big talk for someone so helpless, Belinda may not let you out.”

“I’ll handcuff you as well,” Kate’s eyes were losing focus as she gazed through the small observation grille.

“Chain me spreadeagle and you can make me do anything,” James suggested, teasing her by touching his tongue against his lips.

Kate’s eyes immediately came back into focus and her cries became louder.

Kate stared at the steel plate that had blocked the small window. Fuck, those sexy brown eyes had disappeared far too quickly, but she was still on a high from the thrill of being locked up and the risk of being found naked in her cell. The fact that James was outside only added to the pleasure, even though Belinda would probably have him locked safely away before releasing her from her cell.

*

James returned to the front desk to see Belinda neatly folding Kate’s clothes and placing them in her locker. Given the care which with Belinda had folded Kate’s world possessions, it didn’t seem that poor Kate would be leaving the jail anytime soon.

“So even if she escapes the cell, she’ll have no clothes,” James smiled as he playfully slapped Belinda’s bottom and tried to lead her towards the front door.

“Feeling sorry for her?”

“How can I feel sorry for someone trapped under your lock and key?” James rolled his eyes.

“Mmm, well I won’t be unlocking her cell door and fucking her... and neither will you!”

“Oh yeah, that reminds me...”

James reached around Belinda’s waist and pulled her towards him. Belinda tried to resist, aware that she had to change out of her flirty dress and take her daughter to school, but she had no way to break James’s insistent grip and his overwhelming desire to kiss her. At least she didn’t have to open the gaol to the public until midday.

“Let’s go for breakfast,” James said, his arms still holding tightly around Belinda’s waist.

It was amazing how cocky and confident James could be when he wasn’t inside a locked cell.

“Breakfast... in handcuffs,” Belinda announced as she broke free and smoothed down her short dress as far as it would go.

“I don’t think I’ve seen that movie.”

“Oh you should,” she replied as she double locked high security hinged cuffs tightly around his wrists, “the guy does exactly what he’d told... for fear of Holly, played by me, tossing away the cuffs keys.”

“Did you watch the same movie as me?”

Belinda playfully poked out her tongue. “And believe me, you’ll love the ending...”

They closed the front door of the gaol with Kate still up locked inside with no possible chance of human interaction. Belinda, however, walked side by side with her gorgeous man, one arm wrapped around his sexy waist. The jacket draped over his manacled hands hid the handcuffs from view, but still the cuffs were having the desired effect on them both.

James felt the usual excitement of being owned by this voluptuous woman. His eyes darting between her smouldering brown eyes, to her tight dress and to her legs. This was exciting. She may have been able to inflict higher security at the gaol, but now they were in public, with Belinda having the power to reveal his plight or just to leave him on a street corner totally unable to free himself.

Belinda had James’s undivided attention and was enjoying the feeling of his manacled hands as they reached across and continued their never ending quest to explore her body. This was perfect, by locking him in cuffs, she had taken their games, and his seemingly unending obsession for her, into the real world.  She knew questions would be asked, but she didn’t care as she pulled into her driveway and led James into her small suburban house.

“Breakfast in handcuffs... at your place?” James smiled as he looked around her small untidy kitchen.

“I know it’s untidy...”

“I love it... does it have a bedroom?”

“Don’t!” Belinda groaned, her daydreams suddenly interrupted by reality, “I have to pick up my daughter!”

“That’s okay I’ll wait.”

“Glad to hear it,” Belinda giggled, “cos’ I don’t suggest you wonder too far from me while you’re in those cuffs.”

“Oh they’re staying on?”

“Aha, until you’re back in jail.”

Belinda was slipping out of her short blue dress and straight into a tight sleeveless white top and blue jeans that she pulled from a basket of clean washing on the kitchen table. Belinda was an amazing woman, her late thirties body had never been trained in the gym, but yet seemed to fill perfectly whatever she wore.

She discretely pushed the cuff keys into the back pocket of her jeans so that James wouldn’t see it and talk her into unlocking him and making love. She pulled her long hair back into a ponytail, pushed her feet into black ankle boots and within seconds had transformed back into a respectable ‘mum’.

“I don’t remember seeing these cuffs in the museum,” James observed.

Belinda’s smile turned into a giggle.

“There’s not are they? They’re some sort of uber secure thing you bought on the internet?”

“You’d better wait for me then,” Belinda grinned as she left.

*

As the ‘soccer mum’ backed her car back out of the driveway, James retrieved Belinda’s tight blue dress from the floor and held the soft material to his face. Fuck, last night had been fun, locked away with this nymphomaniac brunette. He enjoyed her scent once more and then walked upstairs and hung her dress carefully in her aging wardrobe. The doors didn’t even close and the whole thing was leaning to the side. A modest place for a sexual goddess to hang her clothes.

Hindered by the hinged cuffs, James proceeded to make her bed, tidy her bedroom and then moved on to the rest of her small house. Apart from lingering longer than he should on her clothes and lingerie, he worked quickly and had finished tidying most of the small two bedroom house by the time Belinda returned.

“Oh my god! Thank you,” Belinda cried as she walked in, “No one’s ever done that for me before!” In her mind, James tidying her house seemed erotic.

“My pleasure.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I thought it might be wise,” James smiled as he held up his wrists.

“Oh your wrists!” she cried, inspecting the red marks from the cuffs.

“Turns out its hard to make a double bed while wearing hinged cuffs.”

“Oh god, let me loosen them for you.”

The key was already out of her pocket and almost in the first keyhole before James could grab her hand and push it back behind her waist.

“Put it back darling.”

As he kissed her lips, they quickly changed from worried and pursed to open and smiling. Fuck, he called her ‘darling’. This guy tidied her house and called her ‘darling’! Her jeans may have been buttoned tightly around her waist, but somehow he’d managed to make crazy things happen inside. She had to get them off.

“Think you can unbutton my jeans while wearing cuffs?” she asked.

*

Belinda’s small shower was the perfect size for two people who didn’t want to be apart. They were now naked except for James’s white shirt which he couldn’t remove while locked in the handcuffs. She ducked inside his chained hands and pushed her bouncing breasts up against his chest to pin him against the old white tiles.

James dropped his conjoined hands down to her round butt and squeezed as he rubbed his hard cock against her. Belinda’s arms were locked equally tightly around James’s neck giving him no chance of escaping her lips or the gaze of her watchful brown eyes.

With the water pouring down on top of them, she felt him enter her and accidentally bit down on his lip that had been dangerously positioned between her teeth. Neither noticed.

They redressed, James in trousers and wet shirt that still clung to his chest. Belinda was wearing a tight sleeveless white top and blue jeans that her late thirties body seemed to fill perfectly.

It was almost time for Belinda to open the gaol for the afternoon session and so breakfast was downgraded to just coffee and a piece of toast in Belinda’s kitchen and less than an hour later, Belinda and James were back at the gaol.

“Maybe I can run some tours this afternoon,” James suggested, “after all I’ve experienced most things here.”

The thought of working with James was exciting, but she knew he would be flirting with every woman who came in. Anyway, she had something else to try.

“I have another job for you,” she replied.

Belinda had already dragged an old iron box that from the storeroom and positioned it behind her desk. It was about three foot in all directions and very old and heavy. The top could be lifted up on squeaky hinges to reveal a small space inside. Other than a small grille in the top, the box was completely solid and airtight.

“It’s a torture box!” Belinda said switching into her guide voice, “Prisoners were locked inside, particularly in hot weather, and often left to die. And this one can double as my seat for the afternoon.”

“So I may not get much air through this tiny grille then?”

“Depends what I had for breakfast,” Belinda giggled.

The thought of locking James in the tiny box and sitting on him while she worked had Belinda buzzing. If the afternoon was quiet, then maybe she could even remove her jeans and underwear and sit on him naked. He wouldn’t be able to touch her through the heavy grilled mesh, but maybe he could blow air at her, or maybe even the vibrations of his sexy voice would stimulate her.

“Belinda?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Shit, she needed to get him locked safely inside before she started to daydream. She heaved up the heavy lid and held it with two hands as James climbed in. It would probably have been easier if she removed his handcuffs, but the key felt too good in her back pocket. James was inside, just, and she lowered the lid down with an unintentional bang.

“Now security comes in two parts,” she explained, “this padlock and my bottom.”

Belinda laughed at her own joke as she sat down on the box.

The box was hugely tight and claustrophobic and from the moment Belinda sat down, it was also completely dark. James felt the unusual thrill of being imprisoned by the beautiful woman, this time amplified by the tight space. His emotions were on a knife edge; focus on the gorgeous woman sitting on top of him and he had a sexual rush, but focus solely on the locked box and he would panic. As a result, Belinda had complete control over both his body and his mind. Any length of time in here and he would become an even more subservient slave.

Belinda stood up and walked over to open the front door of the gaol and put out the welcome signs. Inside the box there was a small glimmer of light and a release of some of the hot air that had built up inside. The cool draft felt nice, but within minutes he heard the boots clipping back and felt the jeans sitting down.

James listened to the banal conversations. “Two tickets.... are you paying by credit card... enjoy your visit....”

There had been a number of guests and Belinda had served them all knowing that the temperature would be building again inside the box. At last, the reception was empty and she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them halfway down her thighs. She slid back on the box so that her crotch was above the small grille.

“Now remember, I’m the one with the key...” she breathed, not needing to finish the sentence.

“Oh fuck, if only,” James cried, trying to force his smallest finger through the heavy mesh, “it’s impossible.”

“Do you really want to disappoint the girl with the key?”

“Fucking hell, Belinda, I’m fucking desperate to push my tongue into your vagina!”

“Mmm, the girl with the key would love that.”

“You have to unlock this box!”

“The girl with the key wants to feel your tongue inside her first...”

James twisted his head and gazed lustfully at the black silk underwear that caressed and hugged her crotch. He positioned his lips and blew, in the hope that she might feel the air. Maybe she had, as she pulled her underwear to one side and James blew again. Maybe she could feel something.

She was now touching herself and working her own fingers into her vagina. Once wet, she gently pushed a key inside her and attached what looked like dental floss to the end, presumably so that she could remove it again. With the key now completely submerged, she let her underwear pull back into place. James then watched helplessly as she pulled her jeans back over her hips and buttoned them up tightly.

“I really has the key now,” Belinda breathed, evidently still enjoying the feeling inside her.

With the prognosis of imminent freedom very poor, James reached down and within a minute had brought himself to orgasm.

*

It was already dark when the last of the visitors left the gaol and Belinda locked the door behind them. With no one around to see her, she stood in the middle of the entrance hall and removed her top, jeans and underwear. It felt exciting to be naked in a usually public place and she couldn’t help herself from running bare foot into the nearest cell and closing the door behind her. At the other end of the cell block, Kate was in exactly the same position, apart from Kate’s cell door was locked.

Merely the thought of being trapped naked inside the cell was sending bolts of energy through Belinda’s body. Goose bumps were appearing everywhere. Fuck, Kate was on to a good thing. Maybe she should let Kate out so that Kate could lock her inside instead.

Belinda crept back to reception and pulled a short pink flowery dress, white underwear and black heels from her handbag. She then clipped into the toilets and took her time with her makeup and hair. Her lips were now bright red and her hair hanging loose and it was this provocative woman that clipped back and sat down on James’s box.

“Wow, I love that dress and that perfume,” James spluttered, overcome by Belinda’s scent.

“Mmm, the girl with the key likes nice words.”

“Is the girl with the key ever going to use the key?”

“I haven’t felt you between my legs yet...”

The teasing, captivity and subservience were driving James crazy. “Oh fuck, you are the most gorgeous woman ever. I just want your body.”

Belinda felt her body trembling. “Hold that thought darling, I first need to release Katie.”

*

Belinda stood up and floated through the cell block and peered into Kate’s cell.

“Hi Katie.”

“Belinda, oh my god!”

“Goddess actual,” she smiled, “Do you want me to release you?”

Kate nodded. Solitary confinement had started to play with her mind. After a day of being exposed and having nothing to play with other than her own body, she was spent. She’d listened to the voices of the visitors as they toured the gaol, imagining what they might look like and what would happen if they somehow came into her cell. Now she had to beg for her freedom from her tarty friend.

“Give me one good reason why I should turn this key.”

“I’ll do anything to you... I mean for you” Kate whispered, kneeling in the middle of the cell.

Belinda studied Kate’s eyes that were large, blue and begging. She turned the key once and watched excitement replace frustration.

“Oh thank you!”

“Intense feeling isn’t it,” Belinda smiled as she walked in and ran her fingers through Kate’s tangled blonde hair.

Kate’s face was now against Belinda’s inner thigh, but somehow it seemed totally natural. She pushed her head underneath Belinda’s short dress and felt the soft warmth of Belinda’s smooth skin sink into her face.

“Oh that feels so nice...” Kate breathed. She had spent the whole day desperately wanting to feel another body, even if it was her colleague’s.

“Kiss me!” Belinda ordered.

Kate still spellbound kissed the woman’s thigh.

“I think I’ll lock you up until the morning.”

Kate looked bewildered, unable to move as Belinda walked back out of the cell, pulled the door closed and turned the key. She withdrew the key and ran it between her painted lips.

Kate felt giddy, on an amazing high, and she dropped to all fours to steady herself.

“I may unlock you tomorrow or the day after,” Belinda purred, “or I might leave you here forever.”

Kate was both scared and as aroused as she’d ever been. She rolled onto her side and touched herself to finish what was all too inevitable. She cried out in delight, her head spinning wildly. The blonde looked almost drunk as she fought to refocus and staggered to her feet and over to the door.

“Please Belinda, I’ll do anything to you! “I’ll kiss your thigh again or anywhere you want...”

Belinda knew that the moment was right to end Kate’s first experience and so unlocked the cell, walked in and gave her friend a hug. Kate was now laughing, with tears running down her mascara stained face.

“Fuck! I’ve never felt anything like it,” Kate panted, steadying herself against her friend, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Intense isn’t it... I’m just looking forward to you kissing me ‘anywhere’.”

“What? Oh,” Kate stammered as Belinda put an arm around her shoulders and led her naked friend back to reception.

*

A flood of emotions made Kate wobbly and uncoordinated as she dressed. After a day or wearing nothing, her jeans seemed to pull even more tightly around her butt and she pulled at the fabric trying to work out what had changed.

“Where is James?” she asked, pulling on her second boot.

Belinda pointed to the torture box come chair.

“Wow! Hello Jamie, you really are fucked in there,” Kate exclaimed.

“Says the woman who spent the whole day naked in a cell!” James replied.

“Touché,” Kate smiled back as she sat down on the box, “but at least I can do this.”

“And there was me thinking you’d let me out.”

“The only way out is to shrink down and squeeze through this mesh,” Kate breathed, imitating the way Belinda had teased her earlier.

“Mmm, I might do that.”

“Good, then I’d put you straight inside my jeans,” Kate smiled.

“You horny bitch.”

“Would you prefer to be confined in this box or my jeans,” Kate continued, “my jeans would be infinite more secure and it’ll be warm deep inside my panties...”

With Kate still bouncing up and down on the box, Belinda left to pick up Vietnamese takeaway and when she returned, the women ate the food at the desk with Kate still sitting on the box. Only once they had finished, did Belinda unlock the torture box and release James. He then spent several minutes stretching out his sore body before eating the remains of the food.

*

The three of them were now sitting around the desk with the women sharing some private joke.

“Okay, what’s the plan tonight?” James asked slightly nervously, the two women having successfully removed his natural confidence.

“I’ll tell you once they’re on,” Belinda replied, gesturing him to lie done of the floor.

“When what’s on?”

“Umm...” Belinda paused before telling him, “I thought I might use some rivet to create you a pair of permanent shackles.”

James could feel an erection building. Fuck, what had Belinda done to his sense of reason?

“They used rivet to permanently lock shackles around long term prisoners who would be spending the rest of their lives in jail. I assume they buried them with the shackles still on,” Belinda giggled.

Fuck, Belinda looked sexy, that dress, those legs. James kissed her and lay down on his back on the stone floor. He lifted up his head so that he could see Belinda as she arranged some heavy chains.

“Honey, perhaps it’ll be better if you don’t watch,” Belinda said, a little concerned that she would mess this up or bash her fingers with the hammer.

“Kate, can you...”

Kate let out an inadvertent giggle of excitement as she circled the prostrate man and sat down on his chest. She edged forward until his chiselled chin was nestled into the crotch of her faded jeans and his strong face was framed by her thighs.

“I like your games Bel,” Kate smiled, her eyes locked on to James’s.

“Just keep your pants on sweetheart,” Belinda warned.

James’s could still picture Kate’s vulnerable, slim, naked body helplessly locked up in the cell and it seemed almost impossible that she could be exerting quite so much force on his neck.

Kate was aroused. It was either his presence or the atmosphere in the cell, and it was no secret that she would have preferred to be sitting on him naked. Her thighs had tightened around his head, holding him still as she subtly thrust her hips forward. The crotch seam of her worn blue jeans was now resting on his mouth and pushed up against his nose.  

Meanwhile, Belinda had removed James’s trousers and boxer shorts and was swinging the hammer and sending vibrations around the entrance hall. James mumbled something into Kate’s crotch but neither woman understood. He wanted to see and tried to sit up, but Kate matched his movements and kept herself balanced on his neck. He remained trapped beneath Kate’s butt for the few minutes that it took Belinda to finish her work.

“You can let him go now,” Belinda announced as she walked around and crouched down above James’s head that was still framed by Kate’s legs. Belinda’s pink summer dress was revealing at the best of time, but now crouched above him, did nothing to hide her body.

“Permanent shackles,” Belinda smiled seductively, “How do they feel ‘darling’?”

James looked up at her, aware that he had used the same term only a few hours earlier. The thrill of the situation had made him hard; the only question was whether he could rip Belinda’s clothes off in time.

“Kate you can let him go now!”

Kate slowly climbed off James’s body so that James could inspect the hugely heavy shackles that connected his feet leaving only a few inches between them. Belinda had hammered the rivets perfectly with the top mushrooming out, prevented it from opening.

Belinda stood above him, looking at the shackles that she had permanently hammered around her lover’s ankles. The power was intoxicating, a couple of hits from her hammer and James was trapped, permanently riveted into the shackles. There was no going back until the shops opened in the morning and she could buy a hacksaw or whatever she needed to undo the simple taps of her hammer.

“That’s it,” she said, her voice raspy with emotion, “We can’t get you out of them.”

“And your room is waiting,” Kate interrupted as she stole a quick kiss from James lips.

Belinda led the way, followed by James and then Kate along the cell block to a small metal door. She unlocked the door, leaving the key in the lock and led them down a narrow flight of steps on which James’s foot shackles clanged loudly, through a second steel door and into a small underground cell.

Belinda had already prepared the cell exactly as it had been in her daydreams, with a single mattress, beautifully made with white sheets, candles, a bottle of champagne and a bucket with a lid in case required.

“Wow,” James replied struck by the both intimidating and romantic atmosphere.

Belinda was giggly with excitement as she unlocked his handcuffs and then placed both the cuffs and the keys in the corner of the small cell. “I may need them later...” she purred.

“Now you two get to be on the wrong side of a locked door,” Kate panted as she kissed Belinda’s cheek and James lips.

Belinda and James stood motionless as Kate closed the small metal door and turned the key in the lock. Her sexually exhausted body climbed the steep stairs and pushed closed the second door. With a sense of satisfaction, she turned the second key and pulled it from the lock. With the keys in her pocket and her body desperate for sleep, she cut the lights and closed the gaols for the night.

“It just you and me until the morning,” Belinda breathed as she took James’s hand and pulled him down on to the bed.”