The curvy woman was getting increasingly aroused as the twelve men arrived at the bar. Her blatantly short and flirty red dress was quivering on her body and her hips were swaying to the music as she strutted back and forth through the mass of male aftershave and tall toned bodies. Even with her high leather heels, she was the shortest person in the room and her body tingled with goose bumps as she imagined how that would change.

“Shall we start, boys?” she called flirtily with a flick of blonde hair.

Lined up along one side of the bar were twelve heavy mesh cages, two and a half feet high by two feet wide and three feet deep. Each had a door at the front, which allowed access to the confined space inside. The cages were mounted on small wheels allowing them to roll around the room.

“Sorry, they were the biggest I could find,” she lied, her body tingling as the handpicked, athletic men struggled to fit inside the cage, sliding in backwards with their heads bowed down.

The curvy woman strutted up to the first cage and used her high heel to swing the heavy door closed in the man's face. There was a metallic clang and click as the door automatically locked.

“We all have to suffer for love,” she called as his gorgeously bewildered eyes looked up at her through the inescapable mesh bars.

“Now, these cages can only be opened with keys that have been sent to tonight’s women.” She looked down at the man beneath her, “Each key can be used only once.”

The newly imprisoned man just stared up, totally intimidated by the cream satin lingerie that was now perched on the grille above his head. She stood up and twisted her head back to check her short dress was tight around her waist and flared out as it curved over her full butt, giving her guests more than a teasing glimpse beneath.

The curvy woman was buzzing. She was now the tallest person in the room as she paced between the cages. She stopped at each cage in turn, lifted her leg and nudged each door closed with her shoe or her thigh. Each man consoled himself with a flash of her lingerie as she robbed them of their freedom, their doors clicking shut and engaging their dangerously easy self-locking mechanism.

“Tonight, the ladies get to choose,” she announced, increasingly turned on as her voice and the clip of her stilettos dominated the room.

“The first six women will each choose a man to unlock and take to the facesitting bar,” she announced to her captive audience as the bolts on the last cage dropped into place, “You may want to be at your captivating best,” she smiled, “because after the first women have chosen their partners, the six men who are left will have to wait for the next session.”

In some ways, that was almost her favourite bit and she paused, her hands touching her dress, exploring her hard nipples as she spoke. “I will lock the remaining six away in the storage room where you will wait for your women… kinda sexy, yeah?” she mouthed, pressing her hands against her thighs, wondering whether the men would object to waiting in their cages while she slipped away to masturbate.

“Listen to the women,” she whispered, “your evening will be more sensual if you treat her as your queen.”

*

The first six women had been asked to dress provocatively with a dress code of short dresses or skirts. They had also been asked to indulge and take their time, as they explored the cages. Each woman should talk with each man before finally choosing who she would like to treat her to the most intimate touch.

Jake was in cage number three. He and Natalie had been regular visitors at the facesitting bar since Natalie had first tricked him into a very intimate first date. Natalie was the younger sister of Jake’s best friend. He had known her for years but had never really noticed her playful personality or stunning body until he had watched helplessly as her curves had sunk down onto his face. He hoped that this night would be just as intimate as he waited impatiently for Natalie to unlock his cage and lead him to the bar. 

Sensual music interspersed with the clip of women’s heels filled the erotically lit room as the women entered. There was a sense of expectancy as the women circulated, looking down through the heavy mesh cages to the men inside.

Jake guarded his eyes against the overhead spotlights. Unable to look upwards, he blinked at the parade of long legs that towered above him. Leather high heels would pause momentarily and then strut on to see what else might tempt them.

Finally, he recognised the shoes, the toned legs and the short pale blue cocktail dress that flared out to treat him to a glimpse of the white lacy lingerie beneath. The lights may have silhouetted her long dark hair, blue eyes, and cute freckles, but he had been beneath Natalie’s curves long enough for her body to be imprinted on his mind.

In the weeks since they had been together, Natalie had changed from a naïve girl to a woman. Outwardly, at least. The worn jeans and tee shirts had been replaced by stylist dresses, expensive lingerie, and designer shoes. Much of her wardrobe were gifts from Jake, who was all too willing to see the transformation of his butterfly.

Still, nothing could change Natalie’s impulsive playfulness. When she had first unwrapped the lace panties that she was wearing tonight, she had hurriedly slipped them on to give Jake a wine-induced giggling show, but in her excitement, she farted.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, she had swiftly slipped them off and pulled her panties tight over Jake’s head, clinching the excess lace tightly in her fist. Unable to free the material from her hand without tearing the expensive lace, Jake had spent the next ten minutes looking out through the narrow bars of Natalie’s blurry cell.

He guarded his eyes and looked up as Natalie stepped even closer. At least the lingerie had now spent more time on Natalie’s butt than it had on his face.

“Hi gorgeous,” he called with relief, admiring her toned legs that were shaped from her boundless energy and her tomboy tendencies to play fight, climb trees and anything in between.

But the legs continued to walk, with every curve and crease of her butt in view as she passed overhead, “Nat, it’s me,” he called, pawing at the mesh that was too tightly woven for even a fingertip to pass.

*

Natalie couldn’t stop grinning as she scanned the row of cages. She felt overwhelmed and elated as the men gazed up attentively from below the hem of her dress. They were all shirtless and athletic and seemingly just as excited as she was as they desperately tried to share a smile while also shielding their eyes from the unforgiving overhead lights. Her body quivered in anticipation as the men vied for her attention. Of course, she had seen Jake, but this was too much fun.

“Hi?” a man called hopefully from inside his inescapable prison. Natalie was drawn to his breathy voice and stopped and bounced down on her haunches to gaze into his eyes, “I’m Brad,” the man called in delight.

Natalie searched her modest cleavage to retrieve her key. She then ran it repeatedly up the inside of her crouching thighs, “You’re going to unlock me?” the breathy voice asked.

“Maybe,” she replied.

“What’s your name?” the man asked hopefully.

“Goddess to you,” Natalie teased.

She was floating. Fuck, at this rate she would orgasm before they reached the smother box. She leaned closer, her lips brushing the mesh bars as she again flicked back her long brunette hair.

“What do you do?” she asked, bouncing playfully.

“Lawyer,” the man swallowed on his dry throat, his speech breathier by the second.

“If I don’t unlock you, will you arrest me for wrongful imprisonment?” she teased.

“Would you like that?”

Natalie smiled shyly, her painted nails caressing her parted lips.

“If I sit on you, I’m sure I’ll be taking away your human rights.”

“It couldn’t possibly be non-consensual,” the man panted, his body aching from being crushed inside the tiny cage and his erect cock aware that this teasing brunette was now his only chance of escape.

“I wonder what you could do with those cute lips,” Natalie mouthed, seemingly surprised that she had said the words out loud.

“Please let me show you…”

The key was still twisting its erotic path up and down her inner thighs and was now dangerously deep inside Natalie’s dress. Then, with a flick of her fingers, it slipped beneath her seam and vanished inside her body-hugging lingerie. Her crouching legs were spread and her teasing libido on fire.

“Can you get it out?” she mouthed.

“Of course, I can.”

“Okay then…”

“Well, you need to unlock the cage first.”

“But I don’t have the key...”

Natalie held up her empty hands, her nails playfully clawing at his bars. But with the mesh too dense to penetrate, the man tried to force the cage door. His gorgeous, muscled body getting a workout but with pitifully little to show for it.

“I love how you’re enjoying this,” the man smiled, “You’re beautifully kinky.”

Natalie grinned. It was a good answer. She playfully flicked back her hair and edged closer, “I’ll give you one last chance to fantasise the key out of my undies.”

The man closed his eyes, parted his gorgeous lips, and looked as if he was about to cum as his eyelids flickered, “Wow, you’re really trying,” she murmured, “You really believe that magic will get you out of the cage.”

But by the time he opened his eyes, Natalie was gone.

*

Jake flicked from despair to hope as Natalie meandered back to his cage. She flicked up her short dress and plonked herself down on the mesh. “Nat, we’re almost out of time,” he breathed.

But her beautifully kinky mind was wondering. She had once made Jake mad by leaving him handcuffed to the railings outside her apartment, forcing him to spend the night sleeping in the flowerbed. As soon as she had freed him, he had led her inside and pinned her forcefully to the bed. She had charmed her way to his cock and given him oral sex, after which he had clamped his thighs shut around her neck and kept her captive between his gorgeously muscled thighs. He had then kept her on a short leash all day, chaining her ankle to the couch as they watched a movie.

Natalie opened her eyes and shook her head jealously at a blonde woman who was trying to approach Jake’s cage. Natalie then bobbed down, bouncing on her haunches as she gazed through the mesh.

“Would you be really mad…” she paused and bit her lip.

“No way, Nat!” Jake breathed, his hands straining against the door.

“Shush… or our strict hostess will punish you,” Natalie warned.

She watched his dark eyes glimmer behind the bars, the mood lighting and shadowy steel giving a wonderfully medieval atmosphere. How many princesses had done the same, she wondered, condemning their men to life imprisonment or death and Jake’s lovely eyes were pleading as much as anyone’s.

Jake was equally transfixed by glimpses of Natalie’s smiling blue eyes and the dangerously cute freckles on her nose that twitched from a seemingly unobtainable world outside his cage, “I’ll be put away in storage,” he begged.

“Wow, that’s kinda cool.”

“Please let me out, Nat… otherwise you know what I’ll do,” Jake mouthed, discretely trying to kick open the door without stimulating his erection and cumming in his jeans.

Natalie just nodded. A curl of brunette hair fell across her face and Jake instinctively tried to brush it away before remembering that she was hopelessly out of reach.

Suddenly he felt a pang of jealousy. “Who are you going with?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m just on a high watching your gorgeous eyes.”

“You bitch…”

“Will you treat me like one later, darling?” Natalie.

“Why are you so fucking irresistible?” he panted.

Natalie walked away to insert her key into Brad’s lock and lead him across to the facesitting bar. “Have a wonderful evening.” Jake trembled with desperate longing as Natalie’s toned legs stepped past his cage.

*

Suddenly there was a clatter as the curvy woman rolled Jake’s cage over to the cage on his left. As if moving trolleys at the supermarket, she then leaned over, her towering legs pumping as she rolled all six cages across the bar and into the small windowless storeroom.

The curvy woman had a particular fascination for this part of the evening. Of course, she felt pity for them, storing them away like unwanted objects, but she also felt a certain thrill of bratty abandonment. Her short dress was even shorter for the men locked in her cages, and she loved to listen to the clattering as each man tried to watch her legs as they brushed against the sides of their cages.

Some tried to catch her eye in the hope that a smile might get them a free pass to the next round. It didn’t. She rewarded a couple with a wink and an air kiss, but no more.

With all the cages now packed closely together in storage, she stood by the door and showed off with a twirl of her voluptuous body and then a twirl of the storeroom key between her fingers.

“Six men, one key,” she teased, “hope I don’t lose it.”

“Put it in your bra?” one man called out hopefully.

“Or maybe my vagina?” the curvy woman replied silkily.

There was stunned silence as the woman started to touch herself.

“Sorry sweeties, your door may stay locked a little longer while I go masturbate.”

She edged out through a crack in the door with a foxy smile on her lips. She closed the door behind her, the heavy lock mechanism clunking loudly as she slipped away to her bedroom.

*

Almost two hours later, the door to the windowless storeroom unlocked with a medieval jangle of keys and the curvy woman strutted in, treating her prisoners to a sexy pose and twirl.

“Hello, my darlings,” the curvy woman called, “Are you ready to enjoy the intimate confinement of the female form?”

They all looked so sweet lined up in their cages, completely unaware that she had been watching them from her bedroom. She had been naked, with her laptop propped between her legs, masturbating while watching them on the all-seeing CCTV. Gorgeously strong male muscle had tensed and flexed yet no one had escaped their cages.

She had wanted to return to the room naked, walk along the line of cages with her full femineity on shown, her naked cheeks and breasts bouncing out of reach on the other side of the bars. She imagined sitting on the cold steel mesh and soaking in their adoration. Maybe, though, that would have been unfair.

“The keys to unlock your cages have arrived… accompanied by six gorgeous women,” she giggled before wheeling the cages one by one into the empty bar.

*

The next group of women chatted and giggled as they entered the room. Jake looked up, hoping to make the most of this enforced encounter when he saw his old high school English teacher.

‘Miss Fallon’, Jake couldn’t remember her first name. She had been in her first year of teaching when she had governed Jake’s class. ‘Governed’ was the right word as she had been unreasonably strict, sentencing Jake to detention on several occasions almost without reason. However, her long wavy blonde hair, habitual red top and tight skirts and her tendency to sit on students’ desks and cross her legs had not gone unnoticed.

“Jake,” Miss Fallon called, her commanding purr instantly returning Jake to her classroom.

“Miss Fallon,” he replied, his confidence evaporating as he looked into her eyes.

She crouched down as far as her tight skirt would allow and smiled as she studied his startled look. Her career choice had not been entirely altruistic. Even though he was mid-twenties and she mid-thirties, the idea of him addressing her as ‘Miss’ amused her.

“I hear you work in finance now?” she purred.

“Yes, Miss.”

This time, she couldn’t suppress a smile. “My name is Emma.”

She had sometimes watched her eighteen-year-old students and wondered what they would be like as grown men. Jake had become even better looking, his body filled out, yet there was still a certain naivety in his lovely dark eyes. But then every man looked cute in a cage. If only she could have caged them during detention.

“It’s okay, I won’t choose you,” she smiled, “but it’s good to see you again.”

Jake had spent several years transfixed by her blue eyes and natural curves and their attraction hadn’t waned and was more than happy to talk. However, much like her detentions, time got away from him and when he looked around, he realised that his was the only cage yet to be unlocked.

“Oh, dear,” Emma mouthed, “I can leave you in there if you prefer.”

“No, please let me out.”

Jake’s body was aching from incarceration, and he panted gratefully as Miss Fallon unlocked his cage and stood unnecessarily close to the door as he crawled out. He had assumed that there would be time for at least a drink at the bar, but instead, the curvy woman immediately slipped her hand into his and led him away to the smother boxes.

*

Within minutes, Jake was locked inside the coffin-shaped box with his face protruding through a tight hole in the plush red leather padding. His box was then slid into place, seamlessly forming the missing part of one of the bar’s red leather benches.

Miss Fallon was sitting just next to his face, her round skirt-clad hips towering up above his head. Her legs were crossed, clinched tightly together and her eyes were melancholy as she sipped on her Champagne flute.

“A student, just my luck. … and it's been a while since…" She stopped with a sigh, but the inference was clear.

“You’re not my teacher anymore… you know you can do whatever you want with me.”

She smiled at his kindness, “I could do whatever I wanted with you in detention, but I never straddled your face.”

“I wish you had.”

She rolled her blue eyes. “I may have looked like a desperate tart, but at least I didn’t subject you to that.”

Miss Fallon smiled. She had been known to tease her final-year students. Once, during detention, Jake had cheated by looking at his notes during a test. She had walked up and sat on his desk, on top of the contraband notebook, her crossed legs had sat inches from his test paper and his shaking hand and making it impossible for him to focus on anything other than her thighs. Her short skirt had ridden up more than she intended, and his notebook had stuck to the back of thighs as she stood up. Jake failed the test and had to retake.

“Fuck it,” she finally cried, unzipping, and easing her hips out of her tightly fitting skirt and dropping her hungry body, clad only in the briefest of blue panties, down onto Jake’s face.

She edged forward, pressing her crotch against Jake’s nose. With his mouth sealed by her entire body weight, his desperate hot breath pumped through his nostrils and against the front of her damp silk lingerie. Fuck, this is what she had come for, the feeling only enhanced by the taboo of being worshipped by her former student with a crush on her.

She spread her legs, leaned forward, and pulled her panties to the side to let Jake kiss her. His touch was wonderful, too wonderful as she orgasmed too quickly and sunk back to enjoy the feel of his nose between her cheeks. He couldn’t breathe, but she wanted to indulge.

*

The curvy woman watched Emma climax before slinking over with a thick, shiny chain, “Would you like me to make his touch a little more permanent?” she purred.

The curvy woman had already padlocked a heavy chain around Jake’s neck, complete with a metal plaque that contained the bar’s logo of stylised female buttocks. That was a gift she gave to all her men, with the corresponding key gifted to the woman sitting on top. It acted as a gorgeous added incentive for the man to perform as removing the collar without the key was practically impossible. 

Miss Fallon stood up and offered no resistance as the curvy woman stripped her of her panties and then padlocked a heavy chain around the teacher’s waist. With Miss Fallon hovering above the smother box, the curvy woman ran the chain down between her buttocks and through Jake’s collar. As Miss Fallon sat back down on the smother box, the curvy woman pulled the chain tightly up across the teacher’s naked crotch and padlocked it back onto the waist chain.

“Perfect,” the curvy woman smiled, jangling all the keys as she walked away.

Jake’s tongue went again, this time sliding beneath the steel links to lap his teacher’s labia. Emma leaned forward as far as the restraints would allow, bouncing and thrusting against her ex-student’s mouth. This orgasm was even more intense, and Emma tried to stand up to escape the overwhelming stimulation, but the chains bound her firmly to Jake’s face.

Jake also climaxed, his hands having to add little stimulation to that imposed by Miss Fallon’s arousal-soaked body. Both he and Emma were panting as the curvy woman returned.

“What a fun coincidence… teacher and student.”

Emma blushed, squirming within the chains that she knew she couldn’t escape. She tried to reply but lost her concentration as Jake kissed her again. She orgasmed, delirious and dizzy, as she edged forward as far as the chains would allow to trap Jake’s wayward lips deeply between her naked cheeks.

“Get your tongue out of there,” Emma gasped like a drunk teenager. With Jake’s devotions thankfully quelled, she strained to reach her drink, only for the chains to hold her prisoner.

“Allow me,” the curvy woman whispered, sliding the Champagne flute within her reach.

“Thank you.”

“Would you also like the keys?” the curvy woman asked.

Miss Fallon shook her head as her red lips sipped the fizz. Jake was back in detention.

*

Jake had enjoyed his session with his teacher, but her ravenous body combined with the chains had made for a hot and sultry experience.

Once they had been released, Jake had stayed for a whiskey and then showered in the futile hope of washing away his teacher’s scent. When he returned, the curvy woman was the only person left sitting in the bar.

“Help yourself to another drink,” she called from her seat.

Jake poured two whiskeys, pausing briefly when he thought he heard someone call his name. He heard it again, very quiet and muffled.

“Natalie was so mean tonight,” the curvy woman purred as Jake joined her on the plush red leather bench.

“I’ll get even,” he smiled with a sexual connotation that made the curvy woman hot.

Jake heard the muffled moan again and shuffled closer. He lifted the curvy woman’s red flared dress to reveal hot pink satin panties stretched around her curvaceous buttocks. He looked up and down the bench seat to confirm that the woman was indeed sitting on one of the smother boxes and that Natalie was inside.

“I thought she should wait for you,” the curvy woman breathed with aroused blue eyes.

“Wow, you put Nat in there?” Jake mouthed. There was something overwhelmingly sexual about this woman who now held Natalie deep beneath her buxom body.

“No one escape from my curves,” the woman smiled.

The muffled cries were now more aroused with Natalie close to orgasm. The curvy woman rolled her hips to the side, lifting one cheek slightly to reveal one of Natalie’s flickering blue eyes in the dark valley beneath.

“Jake?” Natalie moaned, blatantly playing with herself, “Just orgasmed,” Natalie’s naïve murmurs seemed both thrilled and ashamed, “… can’t get out.”

“I can see that,” Jake replied.

“If I don’t get out… I’ll cum again!”

“I gave you a safe word, sweetie,” the curvy woman breathed, her thighs aching from holding her weight.

“Don’t want safe word,” Natalie panted.

“Oh sweetie, never waive your rights with me on top,” the curvy woman purred as she released her legs, her round Rubenesque cheeks sinking back to reseal Natalie’s tomb. It was like a concrete slab resealing a tomb in an Indiana Jones movie, leaving an eerier silence in the bar.

Natalie felt it too, the warm, safe confinement of a cell that may never open. The woman’s hot pink panties had slipped to the side and Natalie’s lips were going deeper. She kissed her voluptuous buttocks, but despite her affection, they just sat as an unyielding barrier between her and the world.

Natalie’s cries morphed again into uncontrolled arousal. The curvy woman had left a vibrator in the coffin-shaped box, and Natalie pressed the sex toy between her own legs.

Jake and the curvy woman sat in the hush, sipping their drinks, “Does everyone get off when you sit on them?” he asked.

“You’d be surprised,” the curvy woman replied, “…the thrill of being trapped beneath flesh … and the scent from my orgasm.”

“You masturbated on her face?”

The woman nodded. “Humiliation soon becomes arousal, and she wants to cum too. Poor little thing is ready to give herself to her lover, but all she has at the moment of climax is my butt,” the woman smoothed her red cocktail dress around her, “Imagine her confusion as she comes down from her sexual high and my butt is still hugging her tight. Like the perfect man… she can’t help but form a permanent attachment.”

“Wow!” Jake freed up his erect cock as he walked to the bar, this time returning with the bottle.

“Right on cue,” the curvy woman whispered as the aroused pleading started again, “…oral.”

This time Jake just swigged from the bottle.

“Yes… Stockholm syndrome, subservience, call it what you will. Your little bunny’s on a semi-asphyxiated sexual high with my body controlling her life. Shall I let her in?”

Jake nodded and the woman edged forward, opened her legs, and reached beneath her red dress to ease her lingerie to the side. Jake watched as the woman’s cries built, echoing Natalie’s muffled sounds beneath. She shook and bounced, waves floating through the red fabric, leaving Jake’s imagination to picture everything beneath. Both women orgasmed together, Natalie’s cries crescendoed and then fell back to a whimper.

“Thank you, sweetie,” the woman called down, “… but nothing will buy you your freedom.”

Natalie’s response vibrated through the woman’s body followed by pleading moans and a muted struggle as Natalie attempted to re-join the world. The curvy woman sat in a peaceful dream on top. Her buttocks were motionless as they maintained their grip on their captive.

“Please?” Natalie mouthed. She kissed the woman’s cheeks, but they were in a mean mood, just like her earlier. Natalie smiled; she knew she deserved this humiliation.

*

An hour later, Jake was sitting alone at the bar when the curvy woman returned with a shy and exhausted Natalie. Her dazed blue eyes looked innocent, hiding the fact that she had begged the curvy woman to lock her in the handcuffs that now secured Natalie’s wrists behind her back.

Her blinking blue eyes, tousled hair and smudged make-up made her look younger than her age, a look reinforced by her excited grin as the woman gave the handcuff keys to Jake.

Natalie wobbled forward on her heels and kissed Jake on the cheek. “Now I’ve been in the box I know how to get you deeper,” she whispered with a mischievous grin.