“I’m here for the tour,” James said with his dangerously addictive smile.

Belinda looked up from the reception desk of the old gaol. He was wearing a different suit; this one wasn’t covered in dust, but otherwise he looked just as good. The punishment she’d inflicted on him on his last visit didn’t seem to have affected his confidence as he sat on her desk and continued to flirt. Even the growing queue of people forming behind him didn’t stop him from leaning over the desk and kissing her.

“Stop it! I need to serve these people!” she whispered urgently.

With James still sitting there, Belinda self-consciously served the queue before getting up and walking around the desk to confront her sexy guy. “What you doing!”

“I missed you.”

“You want another tour, then?” she teased as she playfully slapped his hand that was wandering around the back of her fitted blue jeans.

There was still an hour before the gaol closed, but she’d already planned his punishment and his constant flirting and attempts to kiss gave her a good excused to try this particular idea. She started to lead James towards a part of the cell block that was closed to visitors, when halfway there he reached around her waist and kissed her lips.

Belinda instinctively cried out in pleasure before looking around nervously to check that no one had heard. “I’m working!” she scolded in her best school teacher voice, but then kissed him back anyway.

This time, she grabbed his wrist and quickly pulled him to the area that was out of bounds to regular guests and where she had hidden some of the exhibits from the gaol’s museum.

“Your kisses are too much of a distraction,” Belinda announced excitedly, “so Ta-Da!”

“What is it?”

“A scold’s bridle. A medieval device used to stop women gossiping.”

“I’m not a woman.”

“... also used to stop men kissing,” she smiled.

The device was a metal frame that fitted snugly around the head like a mask. The wearer could still see and hear, but the steel that covered the lower part of the face also had a three inch long metal prong that protruded into the mouth, pinning the tongue in place.

The original purpose had been to stop the wearer from talking, but it was also very effective in preventing the wearer from kissing. It may have been a replica of the real thing as it was made out of steel and not iron, and locked with a modern high security lock it was probably more secure than the original.

“You want to stop me kissing?” James checked.

“Only temporarily...”

James’s hands had already slipped down from her grey woollen top to her blue jeans and appeared to have no intention of stopping there.

“Can’t you close up early?” James asked.

“No... but I can close you up instead...”

“And lose access to these lips?” James replied as he touched his lips against her’s.

“They’re far too dangerous to be left unrestrained.”

Belinda picked up the scold’s bridle and focused on positioning the prong into his mouth and closing the device up around his head. It was a tight fit and she could only just close the hasp. James’s speech was now completely incoherent, but yet somehow Belinda understood what he’d just said.

“Oh, I think I do need to lock it, sweetheart,” she replied, patting the back pocket of her jeans to make sure she had the key before locking the padlock shut.

James’s lips were now hidden behind a steel cover and in a pointless act of defiance he placed that gently against Belinda’s red lips. In return, Belinda simply opened her mouth a little and ran her tongue around her lips.

“Perfect, your tongue will stay locked away until I let it out.”    

James soon realised how cruel Belinda had been in her choice of toy. The scold’s bridle was an amazingly intimidating device; he couldn’t talk, couldn’t eat and couldn’t go anywhere where he might be seen by others. He couldn’t squeeze out of its steel bars and his attempt to retrieve the padlock key from Belinda’s pocket only ended up with a slap on the hand.

“Let’s hope no one sees you like that,” Belinda teased.

James made a strange noise that meant nothing to anyone, followed by a look of frustration in his big brown eyes that showed between the steel bars. He was frustrated he couldn’t speak, but mainly frustrated that he couldn’t kiss or make love to his crazy brunette.

“Would you like to wait for me in a cosy and private cell?”

James grabbed her butt again, now very horny and desperate to make out.

“Do I need to shackle you as well?”

He let go immediately. If this sexy brunette was going to lock him in a cell for the next hour, he might need to touch himself to stay sane, it might be the only way he’d survive. He let Belinda lead him to the nearest cell, but just as she was closing the door she noticed his erection through his suit trousers.

“I hope you’re going to wait for me...”

James nodded, but Belinda wasn’t convinced and left the cell to collect another toy. He watched her cute butt walk away, leaving the cell unlocked. He thought about escaping and hiding, that would be fun, but no sooner had he thought it than she returned.

“Irish 8s, the perfect tool for preventing masturbation.”

Fuck, this woman was always two steps ahead of him. He placed his hands together halfway up his back and listened for the inevitable single ‘click’ as the tight rigid cuffs closed. The click was as good as a chastity belt, completely removing all chance of masturbation. Belinda spun him around and touched his cock through the expensive black suit material.

She kissed him on the lips, “Think of your cock as my property.”

“Aaaaaa.”

His face was consumed with frustrated lust.

“Would you like me to put these keys in my panties?” she panted, now using her hips to pin his body up against the cell wall, feeling his cock despite the fact that they were both fully dressed, “One hour and I’ll release you.”

Her hips released him from the wall, turned, swayed and walked away, locking the cell door as they left. James wriggled and fought with the cuffs, but he had no way to reach his cock. He leaned against the wall and looked out through the small barred window. He rubbed himself from side to side and pushed, but had no way to stimulate himself enough. He continued to pace back and forth in the tiny locked cell, until he slumped to the floor and waited for her to return.

*

At five minutes past five, with all the guests gone and the front door of the gaol safely locked, Belinda unlocked James’s cell and walked inside, her black leather boots echoing on the stone floor.

“I daren’t unlock you from the bridle or you’ll tell me what a bitch I’ve been.”

“Aaaaaaa,” James dribbled.

He was breathing deeply, so ready to make love that he was almost in a trance. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her lips all over his chest and then unbuttoned and removed his trousers.

“I’m sorry if this seems cruel, but I’ve had almost a week to plan what to do to you when you returned. I would say that you are free to leave, but you’re not.”

She was slowly popping the buttons on her jeans and easing them down to reveal her blue underwear, which she rubbed erotically against her hand.

“You slept with these panties against your face and now they’re back against my pussy.”

They both looked as though they had just run a race, yet they’d barely started.  James could do little but look at her through damp eyes. His hands were still cuffed behind his back and his mouth was still locked in the bridle. Belinda’s underwear was not very damp and James’s excitement was starting to seep through.

“Let’s not rush things today,” she purred, popping open the Irish 8 handcuffs.

James pointed at the steel bridle still locked around his head and inside his mouth. Belinda smiled teasingly as she slowly re-buttoned her jeans tightly around her waist.

“That key stays with me.... for now.”

James cried out some unintelligible sound and held out his hand, which Belinda playfully slapped away. He then reached for the bridle and tried to shake it off.

They looked into each other’s eyes, well aware of James’s predicament. The scold’s bridle would keep its wearer mute until the key was returned. James took hold of her denim covered butt and pulled her towards him.

“Do you want the key?” she moaned.

James nodded, loosened her belt and slowly popped open the top button of her jeans, followed by another. Now he could slide his hand tenderly inside the front of her underwear and across her clit.

“Oh fuck!”

James’s hand continued down past her vagina and on towards her crotch where the key to the bridle was hiding. He massaged her with the slightest of touches as he reached the warm key and pulled it out.

“Is that all I get?” she said disappointedly.

James was already trying to fit the key into the padlock that secured the bridle around his head, but struggled as he couldn’t see the hole. After a few failed attempts, he gave the key to Belinda who immediately slipped it back inside the front of her panties.

“Aaaaaaa!

Belinda freed her long dark hair from its hair elastic and shook it free around her cute face, “You’ll have to get it again,” she giggled.

James reached back inside her damp underwear and once more stroked her clit. Belinda’s eyes were dilated and she was breathing faster and faster. Only once she had climaxed did James remove the key for a second time and again handed it to Belinda who immediately dropped it back inside her panties.

“Aaaaainnnaaaa!”

“Okay!” she laughed, “I’ll unlock you.”

She retrieved the key, unlocked the scold’s bridle and kissed James on the lips. Still fizzing, she led him out of the cell and into the museum.

*

“Look at this macabre thing,” Belinda grinned, “it’s called the brazen bull and it’s for cooking people alive! Wanna try?”

“You really should have gone into sales!”

Belinda climbed on to the life sized steel bull and was sitting on it like a horse, her jeans and cute ankle boots giving her a cowgirl look. She was now leaning forward and hugging the bull around the neck.

“Just under me is the way in,” she continued as she slid backward to reveal a hinged door on the top of the steel bull, “The victim goes inside here, this hatch is closed and locked and then a fire is lit underneath.”

This woman was a bad influence on him. Thanks to her, he was now finding this brutal torture device erotic. The opening was positioned and shaped like a saddle on the bull and James had to contort so that he could just fit inside the body of the steel animal. Almost a perfect fit with almost zero room to move.

“And now what are you going to do,” Belinda breathed as she closed the steel doorway and slid forward so that her jeans were again sitting on the hatch, her thighs hugging either side of the bull’s shiny steel body.

“Are you sitting on the hatch?”

Belinda pushed her hips back and forth pretending to ride the bull, squeezing her knees tightly against his steel coffin, “Shall I light the fire?”

“You might get a burnt butt.”

“Don’t you like it down there?”

James’s cock was throbbing as Belinda continued to thrust her hips forward, pushing herself against the seam of her jeans. That wasn’t enough, so she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her jeans and pushed her hand inside. Living out a long held cowgirl fantasy, she pushed forward against her hand, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

“Think you can get out of there?” she cried.

James was evidently trying to move in the confined space beneath her as his body clanged against the inside of the steel box sending vibrations up through Belinda’s body.

Belinda relaxed back into the saddle and buttoned up her jeans. She pulled her long hair back behind over her shoulders and straightened her woven top. She sat on the hatch feeling a little self conscious.

“I’m sorry, but that was so much fun.”

“I enjoyed listening,” James replied, his voice echoing loudly inside the steel bull.

“Good... if I let you out you won’t be cross?”

“Go again if you want.”

Belinda slid to the back of the bull and opened the hatch. James lifted up his head and looked out from between her knees. This brunette was bringing out his submissive side and he was really falling under her spell.

“You may have some twisted fantasies, but fuck you’re a sexy woman.

“Oh don’t encourage me, or I’ll do it again.”

“Same sexy high pitched cries?” he asked with a teasing smile.

Belinda blushed and put her hand to her mouth. She needn’t worry, this guy was as twisted as she was and while she wasn’t quite ready to go again she did like the idea of putting him back inside.

“Down you go,” she cried, lowering the curved steel hatch down on top of his head.

James’s head was now holding the lid open by a couple of inches.

“Your head against my butt, are you sure you wanna do that?” she asked.

Belinda only waited a couple of seconds before gently lowering her jeans on to the lid and as expected, there was little resistance as the lid pushed closed, once again becoming flush with the rest of the shiny animal. In celebration, Belinda stood up, as if on the stirrups and then dropped down on to the hatch, sitting up straight with her back arched.

*

Belinda climbed off the brazen bull and helped James ease out from its interior. It was now six o’clock and they had two hours before the restaurant booking. Again Belinda had to pick up her daughter, cook her dinner and wait until the babysitter arrived. Again James could wait for her at the hotel, or play some more of her games.

“What do you want to do?” Belinda asked, squeezing his butt and kissing him.

James thought back to the week before. Sitting across a candle lit table from a beautiful woman who had kept him locked in a prison cell had been a thrill, knowing that her playful flirting eyes could have just as easily chosen to keep him helplessly incarcerated. Judging from the look in Belinda’s eyes, she shared the thrill.

“More of the tour, please,” he smiled.

Belinda led him back to the cell block and unlocked the tiny punishment cell. Laid out on the floor were cushions and the hand and foot shackles that she’d used on him the week before.

“I like a girl who’s prepared,” James teased condescendingly.

“Mmm, do you know that the lock to this cell has eight levers? It’s more like a vault.”

“I’d better sneak in a hairclip.”

“And there’s no keyhole on the inside...”

“Oh.”

This conversation continued while Belinda locked the cuffs around James’s hands and feet, leaving him standing in manacles in the middle of the tiny cell.

“Maybe you’d like to sit down,” Belinda mused as she critiqued her chosen restraints.

“Not sure I’ll be able to get up again.”

“No you won’t...”she replied as she used a padlock to shorten the chain between his handcuffs and his foot cuffs from three feet to three inches, so that his four limbs were effectively now one.

James explored what little movement he had left following Belinda’s many locks, “Your panties will certainly be jingling!”

“My pocket will be fine,” she replied a little embarrassed as she crouched down and hugged him into her body. “I promise tonight will be so much fun!”

She left the cell and locked the heavy door which now looked ominous with its empty keyhole. The race was now on to pick up her daughter, make herself look fantastic and get back to release her lover.

*

Belinda was hugging her daughter and waiting for the thermometer to give its reading. It was probably nothing, but she didn’t want to leave her with the babysitter until she was sure.

All of her keys were in one pocket of her jeans and her phone was in another. She knew she had to stay with her daughter, unfortunately James would have to wait. She started to text.

 ‘Hi James, you okay?’

‘Good. U ready?’

She flicked back her hair, bit her lips and started to type an update.

‘Stay there. I can sleep here’ he replied.

“Can’t leave you like that all night!”

‘I’ll be fine, loving being under your L & K!’

Belinda smiled. ‘U sure u don’t need anything?’

‘Keys?’

“Ha!”

‘Tips on escaping?’

‘Get the keys!’

*

It was just after midnight when Belinda crept silently out of her house and locked the door behind her. Her daughter’s temperature was gone and she was fast asleep. Still dressed in jeans and jumper, she slid into her small sedan and wriggled nervously in her seat as its engine roared loudly into life. Minutes later, Belinda’s boots clipped noisily down the concrete cell block floor and the key clattered as she turned it and pulled open the punishment cell.

“I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined this evening!” she cried as she kissed him in a desperate attempt to make up. She couldn’t believe how much she’d missed his touch.

“It’s okay, I’m still here.”

“Well I know that!”

Belinda pulled out a cardboard container of noodles and two small candles from her bag and arranged them around the punishment cell’s concrete floor. James was now sitting on the cushions, leaning against the concrete walls of the small cell. His feet were together and his hands were in his lap because the chain that connected them to the foot cuffs wouldn’t let him raise them any higher.

She pulled the heavy door closed behind her. Although the main lock could only be operated from the keyhole on the outside of the door, there was a hasp that allowed the heavy steel door to be locked from the inside. Belinda pushed a large padlock through the hasp, locking them both inside.

“These are the only keys that can get us out of this cell,” she breathed deeply, turned on like mad at the thought of being incarcerated with James. She pushed them into the back pocket of her jeans and tapped her butt, bouncing it up and down, to check where the keys had come to rest.

“Do I get to touch your butt too?”

Belinda smiled, “Let’s pretend that that we don’t have these keys and that we are both prisoners.”

“Easy for me, as I don’t have any of the keys.”

James rattled the heavy manacles that she had locked around his wrists and ankles and which now shimmered in the candle light.

“It’s very private,” Belinda said, now trembling with excitement as she sat astride his waist, pinning his hands beneath her.

She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He smelt and tasted so nice, he always did, and she unbuttoned his blue shirt and started to play with his chest.

“I guess I get to make love in shackles?”

Belinda nodded, “You’re my dangerous prisoner... I don’t want you going anywhere.”

“No chance of that, I can’t even get out from under your body.”

“Perfect...”

Belinda’s reply tailed off as she kissed him, unzipped his suit trousers and reached inside and took hold of his cock.

“Mmm, I’m impressed.”

She stood up and stripped off her jeans and panties and dropped them to the floor. “Now I don’t have the key on me... we really are prisoners now.”

James undressed more slowly, struggling to pull his trousers down while locked in the shackles. With his trousers now down by his knees, Belinda squatted down over his lap and gently eased him inside her. The feeling was fantastic and she unconsciously crushed her thighs around his waist as he slid deeper inside of her. Her full weight was now back on his lap and his manacled hands were squirming around beneath her, massaging her bottom as best they could.

“I’ve missed this,” she purred.

James tried to reply, but her lips were pushed too hard against his.

Their cries echoed loudly around the cell as they came again and again.

“Just a minute,” James panted after the third time, his cock still inside her.

“Prisoners do what I say.”

Belinda sat up and slid across his strong body until she was sitting astride his neck, her curves moulding intimately around his shoulders and neck. He had no chance of getting up with her sitting on top of him and the very thought made her tingle.

She snuggled her crotch further into his face and almost by magic his tongue seemed to slip inside. She slowly tightened her thighs around his head, partly to hold herself steady, but also as a way to claim him. She felt like a girl holding jealously to her favourite doll. She owned this guy, at least for tonight, and she would make sure no one took him away.

“Just there!” she cried, her thighs gripping tighter as she orgasmed again, “Keep it there...”

Belinda loved to keep James’s cock inside her long after she came, the aftershocks were magical, and the same was true when he used his tongue. It made for a one-sided post love chat.

‘Wow, that was amazing... fuck, I’m keeping you locked in here forever... I’m really sorry about tonight...’ all with no reply.

She continued to sit on him and brought her legs closer together so that his eyes were covered by the back of her thighs. His tongue was still inside her. No one would be taking her doll.

As she came down from her natural high, reality returned. She’d already been away from her daughter for over an hour. She was worried about leaving her any longer, but really didn’t want to leave James or remove her legs from around his head. Their skin was now tacky with sweat and she had to lift up a little to break the bond before she could slide back down on to his chest.

“I’m really sorry tonight didn’t work out,” Belinda said, looping her long dark hair back inside a hair band.

“Tonight was amazing,” James kissed her knee, which was all he could reach with Belinda still sitting on him, “You’ve made up for the cramped conditions.”

“And the chains and incarceration?” she giggled.

“All of that.”

Belinda looked around the small, dark punishment cell with the closed door, “What’s it like to be really locked in here?”

“Amazing, some sexy brunette keeps coming in and fucking me.”

“You know I left the key in the door. If someone walked by and turned it...”

“We could make love all night,” James smiled, finishing her thought.

But with no one to lock them in, Belinda knew she had to get back. She also knew that taking a guy back to her house, particularly at this hour, would raise too many questions with her daughter and the neighbours. Grudgingly, she climbed to her feet and wobbled a little on the cushions as she pulled up her favourite blue panties and jeans.

“You want to sleep here tonight?” she asked.

“Did they really give prisoners the choice?”

“I can understand the confusion, but you’re not actually my prisoner.”

“Oh,” James said with mock disappointment, “then maybe I can use the toilet?”

“Opps, yes you’d better go before I lock you in.”

Belinda unlocked the heavy cell door and was disappointed to find that no one had turned the key from the outside. She stepped out into the corridor and watched as James tried to walk; bent double with his hands and feet only inches apart and with his trousers around his ankles.

“You must be kidding!” he said, craning his head up to see her.

“It’s just over there.”

“You’re not going to unlock me just a little?”

“Nah, can be bothered to get the keys out of my pocket.”

“Can I?”

With the giggles coming back, Belinda stood with her back to him and gave him a chance to retrieve the keys. James tried but could only reach as high as her mid thigh, her pockets just out of reach.

“I didn’t want them anyway,” he smiled as he hobbled away.

Belinda was still standing by the open doorway when James returned. He slowly hobbled back inside and collapsed on the old cushions. Only then did he notice the silver ball shaped object in her hands.

“Thought you might like a blindfold... you know, to stop the light from keeping you awake.”

Belinda smiled sweetly as she opened the two halves of the heavy steel ball to demonstrate how someone’s head could be placed inside. James was about to become the man in the iron mask. The device closed tightly around the neck, with a single hole for the mouth and a small grille by the nose.

“Can’t you can blindfold me with your panties instead?” James asked.

Belinda smiled and put down the mask. She slipped off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled her blue underwear down over her hips and placed them, still warm, over James’s head. She let down her hair and used the hair elastic to tie the seams of the underwear together behind his head.

“Now they can’t be removed without ripping them,” she warned, “and you wouldn’t want a jailer with ripped panties!”

“No, Miss.”

“And now for the mask!”

James looked out at the blue tinted world, a little apprehensive about being unable to see. He looked again at Belinda’s big brown eyes to remind himself of the woman would hold all this power over him.

Belinda was buzzing; she’d always eyed this device in the gaol museum and was so keen to try it out. It was so cruel, so debilitating and placed so much power in the hands of the key holder that the very thought made her damp. Her hands were tacky from perspiration as she turned the unique key to tighten the screws to close the two halves together around James’s head. Her beautiful doll was now safely in its box.

“You will let me out, won’t you Belinda?”

She could hear slight fear in his voice, “Don’t you trust me?” she whispered.

She gently ran her nails across his stomach, making him cry out in surprise. His cock was rock hard and she moved from his chest to his waist and eased it inside her. She listened to his cries of pleasure filter through her used underwear and out through the single hole in the mask.

The cries tailed off and James, who could see absolutely nothing, rested his hands on her warm thighs.

“You okay to sleep in that mask?” she asked.

“Would that turn you on?”

“Mmm, maybe a little,” she replied bashfully.

“Can we make love again first?”

“I have to get back to my daughter.”

“Tomorrow?”

“We’ll see.”

She hugged him one more time before leaving the cell and closing and locking the door on him. On a high from love making, and more in love than she wanted to admit, Belinda’s boots clipped her back up the cell block. Her body glowed. She loved the feel of wearing no underwear, it let her butt bounce up and down. She was also without her bra and her breasts were moving. She knew James would sleep well in his vault. Now she just had to calm herself so that she would have a chance to sleep.

*

Belinda rushed home to check on her daughter who was still sleeping soundly. She walked back into her own bedroom and locked the door behind her. She took the key from the lock and pushed it into her front jeans pocket where it jangled against the keys from the jail. ‘We’re both locked up tonight Jamie’, she whispered to herself as she removed her boots, her jeans and her top. Underneath she was naked, having left her underwear with James inside the locked cell.

She lit a small candle and turned off the lights; the flame flickering around her small bedroom. She could still smell James’s scent on her body. It was on her arms and on her breasts. She sat on the bed and smelt her legs where his aftershave was particularly strong on her inner thighs. She flicked her head forward, her long dark hair covering her face, and looked down at her bare crotch. She was so hot and so desperate to feel his touch again.

Belinda climbed off the bed and tiptoed back to her bedroom door, her bare body bouncing with each step. She turned the handle and tried to open the door. The door rattled slightly in its frame, but was secure, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. She peered through the keyhole and out into the hallway. She ran her fingertips around the edge of the empty keyhole as she fantasised about being trapped.

She wasn’t really trapped. The keys were in her discarded jeans and she could retrieve them at anytime. James didn’t have that luxury. He was locked in a maximum security cell, his hands and feet cuffed and his head locked inside a steel mask... and the keys to his locks were also in the pocket of her jeans.

She picked up her used jeans, folded them carefully and put away in her underwear drawer. This drawer also had a lock and she turned the key to make her imprisonment just a little more real. She closed her eyes and tossed the drawer key over her shoulder. It wouldn’t take long to find in her small room, but for now at least, she had no idea where it had landed. She lay back on her bed and opened her legs.

Throughout her life, men had tried to control her and leave her with little control. She had been pandering to ‘their’ desires. Now she had complete control over one of the most amazing guys, and one who seemed happy to pander to her desires. There was at least one guy in the world who was doing nothing but waiting for her tonight and that thought made her feel strong and important.

‘Fuck!’ her fingertips were firing so much electricity into her thighs that she almost daren’t touch between her legs. Fuck, if only she had James’s lips to touch her instead. Ha, she did have his lips, together with the rest of his fucking sexy body. It was all hers, she’d just put her toys away for the night.

She touched herself and cried out from inside her locked room. Fuck, that was awesome and it wouldn’t be the last time the crazed-up brunette would touch herself before morning.

She relaxed and rolled over on to her side. ‘Oops!’ She reached down and picked up the key to James’s steel mask that had fallen out of her pocket. On her bedside table was a roll of sticky tape that she’d used to wrap her daughter’s birthday presents. She placed the small, strangely shaped key high up on her inner thigh and used a strip of tape to stick it in place.

She lay on her side and closed her womanly legs together, burying the small key somewhere deep inside. ‘You won’t be escaping that mask tonight, Jamie,’ she purred into her pillow, feeling the key between her thighs, ‘and you sure as hell won’t be getting at that key without me waking... my super sensitive clit is on guard...’

*

Belinda hadn’t slept much, but she still felt fantastic as she left her house the next morning. Leaving her daughter with her mum, she drove to the gaol and was soon walking back down the empty, echoing cell block and standing outside the tiny punishment cell.

She was wearing a black fitted blouse and a mid thigh length gray skirt with heels. The outfit was tighter and dressier than she usually wore to work, but the thought of James in the cell made her feel too sexy to wear anything else. Plus, she wanted to look good for when she finally gave James back his sight.

She crouched down outside the cell door to make sure the skirt allowed her to do that and also to feel the sexy touch of the material as it pulled tight around her hips and thighs. With the skirt pulled taut, she could barely open her thighs. ‘Perfect,’ she thought, knowing that the key to James’s mask was still taped to her inner thigh.

Inside the cell, James had spent a surreal night. From the moment Belinda had turned the key he knew he had no chance of escape, but it was the other restraints that she’d chosen for him that were really playing with his mind. The cuffs that she had locked on his hands and feet meant her. He was now disorientated and vulnerable.

He listened as the key turned in the lock and footsteps entered, “Who is it?”

Belinda knelt down, her skirt pulling tight, and watched his sightless head turn left and then right.

“It’s the bitch who owns the key to your mask.”

“Belinda! What time is it?”

“Time has no meaning to you my darling,” she purred, “just do as I say.”

James’s exposed cock was hard and Belinda could feel moisture building between her legs. She pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and lowered herself down on to his erect cock, very slowly and gently at first, but soon she was sitting astride him with her full weight bearing down. Trapped beneath her, hands and feet chained together and pinned down under her butt, sightless and confused, James could do nothing but enjoy the pure pleasure of sex.

She knew he was bewildered and disorientated, but that only added to her feeling of power. It felt like she was taking her dolly out of the box, ready to play with. He’d still barely spoken a word by the time they orgasmed again.

“Belinda? Belinda?”

“Mmm?”

“This mask is driving me crazy,” James panted. He had tried everything to pick the small screw-like lock, desperate for just a moment’s reprieve.

“Not enjoying the scent of my panties?”

“That’s all I can smell.”

“Good... but I’m not going to return your sight quite yet... first you have to do something for me...”

Belinda stood up, repositioned her underwear and pulled her skirt back down. She stood with one high heeled shoe either side of his neck as she explained the cost of freedom. She had a tour group arriving and he would be her model. He would play the part a real life prisoner, bringing the tour to life and no doubt bringing her close to sexual orgasm.

She unlocked the cuffs on his hands and feet and took him by the hand and led her sightless man out of the cell and down the cell black corridor. He now had no idea where he was, which way he was pointing or who was there.

“You’re usually trying to touch my body by now,” Belinda said, taking his hands and placing them on the tight skirt that encircled her hips.

“Fuck, you feel fantastic!”

James knelt down and pressed his tight fitting metal mask against the front of her skirt, hoping to feel her warmth, “Oh fuck, I want you!”

“Just obey me... and you will have me.”

“What about the group?”

“It’s okay, I’ll look after you, darling,” Belinda whispered as she squeezed his hand and locked him into one of the empty cells.

Belinda walked out to fetch the group of French students that comprised five women aged between eighteen and twenty one. They were on a three week trip to learn the language and also to learn something about the country they were visiting. They were evidently interested both in the old gaol and, in particular, the athletic physique of the ‘prisoner’ that they took turns to peer at through the grille in the cell door.

Belinda explained how the mask was used to punish prisoners.

“Wow, can he really not remove it?” one asked.

“No,” Belinda smiled, feeling the key still attached to her thigh.

She continued to explain about the prison and the cell and then handed the key to the cell door to one of the group.

“Tell him to lie down with his hands behind his back,” Belinda advised, “only then unlock the door.”

Being ordered to lie face down on the floor by an eighteen-year-old woman was embarrassing, but he knew Belinda wanted him to do it, plus it was the only way that his sexy brunette would let him out of the mask. Seconds later the door was opened and four women rushed in to hold him to the ground while the fifth tried to lock cuffs on both his hands and feet.

James decided to have some fun by pulling his arms away and trying to stand up. He was strong, but much outnumbered. Plus any chance of escape was pretty much removed when one of the girls sat on the steel ball that contained his head, her thighs gripping it tightly. With his head immobilised, he gave up and let them chain his hands and feet.

“Does someone want to look after the key to the cuffs?” Belinda asked.

A blonde at the front was the first to respond and within seconds it disappeared inside the pocket of her jeans.

 “Just don’t lose it,” Belinda replied, “there isn’t a spare.”

“Can’t I keep it as a souvenir?”

“Mmm, that might limit his life options.”

“Would he mind?” the blonde smiled seductively.

James’s shuddered as he felt a hand touch his hard cock. Fuck, this was humiliating. There was laughter, quickly spoken French and then another hand. Oh fuck, ‘Belinda get me out of this’ he shuddered.

“Okay, get him up,” Belinda ordered and five pairs of hands, less one errant hand, pulled him to his feet.

The girls cruelly faced James towards a concrete wall and laughed as he walked straight into it.

“Now bring him out of the cell and you can experience what it would have been like to be locked up here,” Belinda hissed.

The girls were less enthusiastic about this, but dutifully let James go and stayed inside the cell as Belinda closed the door on them, slid the bolt across and closed the viewing grille.

“I so sorry,” she giggled to James, “but your cock really is very hard.”

“I can’t help it!”

Belinda hugged him, although her giggles gave away her obvious enjoyment.

“Do you want me to lock you in the cell with them and leave you there?” she breathed, “I wonder if you’d survive.”

She unzipped his trousers and took hold of his cock, while James could only stand there helplessly, breathing hard, every breath filtered through Belinda’s underwear.

There was excited chatter as Belinda unlocked cell door and freed her group.  She could tell from the look in some of the girls’ eyes that the experience of being locked up hadn’t been too unpleasant. She stood to the side as they filed out of the cell and then led them along the cell block. Two of the girls guided James as he shuffled in his foot cuffs, amusing themselves by touching his cock at regular intervals.

With her group still more interested in James’s body, Belinda continued to explain the routine of prison life and stories about failed escape attempts. They moved on to the old wooden stocks and the girls were more than happy to force James to his knees and shut his neck inside the heavy structure. There was no need to lock his hands in the stocks as they were still cuffed behind his back.

There was also no need to padlock the stocks as three of the five girls were now using the top edge of the stocks as a temporary seat as Belinda continued her talk. James couldn’t see anything, but guessed that they must be sitting on top of him by the whispered French and the constant tapping of their shoes and boots against his steel head.

With the tour now over, Belinda led the group back to reception and then returned to her prisoner who was still kneeling, slumped inside the stocks. She had expected him to get out from the stocks, but then noticed that one of the girls had flipped down the padlock hasp, trapping James inside.

““Well done darling! You definitely get your reward.”

“Maybe let me out of this mask?”

Belinda sat down on top of the stocks, hitched up her skirt and peeled off the sticky tape from her thigh to free the key. Spreading her legs, she rubbed its tip against her panties, spelling out little messages for James that he had no chance of reading. The key having done its important work, Belinda inserted it into the lock and effortlessly opened the mask. She then untied and freed him from her damp panties

“Thank you!” he gasped, blinking up at her, “any chance getting out of the stocks.”

“Not with me sitting on them,” she replied, running her hand through his dark hair and guiding his lips against her thigh, “Kiss me...”

Belinda watched James kiss her as if worshipping her inner thigh. Her power had reduced him to this, “If I was to stand up and unlock you, will you take me back to your hotel and make love to me?”

“What do you think?” James replied, his cock now longing for her warm soft body to counteract all the steel and concrete.

She stood up and opened the stocks. She inspected the cuffs; the girls had done well, there was no way he was going to get out of them. One click in each lock and he was free, standing back up to his full height and stretching out his back.

“So did you enjoy that tour?” she asked, as he took hold of her arms, backed her up against the nearest wall and kissed her tenderly.

“Yes,” he breathed between kisses, “I’m volunteering for tomorrow’s.”

“I’m now yours for the whole day,” she smiled sweetly, her bobbing ponytail now looking quite innocent.

“And tonight?”

She shook her head, knowing she couldn’t introduce him to her daughter, at least not yet, “But don’t worry. After a day with me you’ll be so exhausted you’ll be begging me to lock you back in the tiny punishment cell for some rest.”

“Oh really?” James smiled as he playfully slapped her butt and led them out of the gaol and back to his hotel.