It was now almost midnight and Natalie, Jake and Emma had been locked together in the facesitting shorts for almost two hours. Two hours of skin on skin contact, as they formed a ring with each person locked to their neighbour’s butt. Two hours of dosing off with doting kisses, only to awake with aroused eyes to find themselves still snuggled inskin-on-skinto the same butt cheeks.

The curvy woman had made coffee and only then started to search for the single Segufix key needed to unlock their shorts. By the time she had found the key, mysteriously hiding in a pair of her discarded fishnet tights, the coffee was already cold.

“Hi Jake,” the curvy woman called, nudging his shoulder to rouse him from his scented cell. Jake awoke slowly, blinked his eyes in the darkness, and continued his dream by passionately kissing Emma’s crotch.

“Jake, can I unlock Natalie’s head from your shorts?”

Jake moaned in the affirmative and within seconds, a dazed-looking brunette appeared from between his legs. The curvy woman asked the same question to Emma who also let out an assenting pant before Jake’s exhausted face emerged from his ex-teacher’s shorts.

Jake clambered to his feet. It felt strange not being enclosed by his ex-teacher’s body and still dazed, he sipped disapprovingly at the cold coffee.

“The key was hiding,” the curvy woman smiled apologetically, before finally turning to Natalie, “And does your highness decree that Emma can be released from the deep dungeon of your shorts?”

“No,” Natalie replied categorically, her words at odds with the innocent freckles on her twitching nose.

The curvy woman sighed. “Two hour kissing your butt not enough, Nat?” she asked the young, insatiable woman.

“Tough for Emma to drink her coffee from inside there,” Jake added.

“I’ll drink it for her… it’ll be with her in twenty minutes,” Natalie smiled meanly as she teased and tormented Emma by placing her fingertips over the airhole in her shorts.

“Nat, Nat, Nat,” the curvy woman tutted. She was proud of her absolute rules, giving the tops complete power over their partners. However, that did rely on not entertaining sassy sadists.

Emma was waking from her slumber and turned her head to the left, only for her nose to be squashed up against Natalie's left buttock. The same happened when she turned to the right and so faced forward again where both of Natalie’s pump cheeks pressed against her high cheekbones.

 “What’s happening out there?” Emma’s schoolteacher voice now reduced to a muffled mumble, her lips distorted as they struggled to move in the straitjacket formed by Natalie’s butt cheeks.

“You’re getting second-hand coffee,” the curvy woman called.

“No worse than the real thing,” Jake joked.

The curvy woman scowled.

“Am I the only one still locked up?” Emma called.

Emma tried to pull away, but the tight, shiny black fabric held her and Natalie in an inescapable hug. Jake watched as Natalie flexed her butt, her toned glutes firing and expanding in the confined space and moulding and holding Emma’s face like a vice.

“I thought you liked it down there,” Natalie teased.

Emma was on her knees, her classy black cocktail dress at odds with a head strapped into the tarty girl’s shorts. “I do, sweetie, but I can’t stay in here forever,” Emma panted.

“Why not?” Natalie asked with an innocent smile, before sticking out her tongue at Jake.

*

With no obvious way to change Natalie’s mind, the curvy woman led Jake back into the main bar where there were six new bar stools bolted to the floor. Each stool had a plush black leather seat and a shiny steel frame which suited the arty look and subtle lighting of the room.

Beneath each stool, there was a small set of stocks built into the central support with holes for a person’s neck and wrists. The curvy woman walked over to the first stool which was lifted slightly, separating the top and bottom halves of the neck and wrist restraints.

“Try it,” the curvy woman purred.

The curvy woman stood unnecessarily close as Jake knelt on the floor and placed his head and hands through the open holes in the shiny steel. The curvy woman then sat on his stool, her full denim-covered butt sinking into the faux leather seat.

The stool glided down under her weight until the top and bottom halves of the stocks joined with a click as the pillory locked with the steel now tightly encircling Jake’s neck and wrists. Jake twisted his head only to see the woman’s round hips protruding over the edges of the black leather seat, dwarfing his head just inches below.

“Opps,” she teased, theatrically parting her red-painted lips, and biting the tip of her forefinger.

“These stools are for a new dating game,” she explained, her smile giving away her amusement and arousal, “Now if I stand up, the stool is still locked,” she continued, slipping off the stool and standing provocatively close to Jake’s head as he tried to escape from the rigid restraints.

“Your only hope is to sweet-talk some passing girl into sitting on you and spinning around,” the curvy woman explained.

She slipped back on the stool and used her bare feet to spin the stool through 360 degrees. This time, as she stood up, the stool started to rise, releasing the restraints below. However, as Jake marvelled at the design, the woman simply sat back on the soft leather seat to lower and relock the stool.

“It's like a child-proof lid on a bottle of pills,” the curvy woman explained.

She crossed her legs and watched Jake’s body twisting beneath her as he tried to get a glimpse of the woman perched above. She was fascinated to see how her new stools changed the dynamics of dating. No more intimidating, showy behaviour from the man. He would now have to impress his woman with kind and funny words, or else she would simply hop up and try the next guy.

“Sit on me again?” Jake called hopefully.

“Oh, how I love those words, Jake,” she smiled, “but I think I’ll keep you locked.”

*

The curvy still sitting on Jake’s stool when the door opened, and a dreamy-looking Natalie shuffled in. Dishevelled brunette hair adorned her face and her pert breasts bounced freely.

When standing, the facesitting shorts seemed to pull tighter, with Emma’s head craned upwards and plunged deep between Natalie’s cheeks. The skintight shorts fitted them perfectly, moulding around both women and drawing them together as a single entity as they moved with little distinction between Natalie’s bottom and Emma’s head.

Unlike Natalie’s dreamy amble, Emma was alert. Her stylish black cocktail dress looked incongruous as she shuffled behind Natalie on her knees, her hands clinging desperately to Natalie’s hips.

 “She’s very obedient,” Natalie teased with sultry brown eyes as she reached for one of the coffees, “She follows me everywhere.”

“Oh, Nat,” the curvy woman tutted. She shuffled on her stool, accidentally kicking the man trapped beneath her. She was about to say hi to Emma, but there seemed little point.

“Watch this,” Natalie boasted, rocking her foxy hips from side to side and eliciting high-pitched cries from the woman attached to her butt. “Maybe she can be my seat,” Natalie suggested, her young cheeks experimenting by sitting backward onto Emma’s waiting face as Emma’s hands desperately struggling to support her weight.

“This is so much fun,” Natalie giggled as she released a strangely cute fart. “What? I’m sharing,” she replied petulantly.

The curvy woman uncrossed and opened her legs. “Well, she’s your girl,” she called down to Jake, “You talk to her. “

“Best to ignore her,” Jake replied, craning upward at the curvy woman’s butt that spilled over the edges of the stool above him.

“Oh!” Natalie exclaimed, “What are you doing down there, Jake?”

“Very little,” the curvy woman winked, her curves rolling up off the leather stool. She waited for the click and then bounced down again to relock the stool. This time, as she stood up, her butt’s indentation on the seat disappeared, but its permanent legacy of locking the stool remained.

“I’ll go and get some drinks,” the curvy woman announced seductively, her voice smooth and aroused.

Jake and Natalie gave her their orders before a third muffled and breathy plea for a glass of wine.

“Natalie, your shorts are speaking,” the curvy woman exhaled.

“I did just fart.”

“Yes, we heard,” the curvy woman sighed disapprovingly, mindful that it was that same air that poor Emma had just used to plead for wine.

Natalie’s response to criticism hadn’t changed since she was an impish schoolgirl. She pursed her brooding lips and leaned forward, her bare breasts dangling as her shorts pulled tight around her hips. Emma’s words stopped abruptly as Natalie’s butt formed an airtight seal around her ex-schoolteacher’s mouth. Emma was frantically shuffling on her knees, pleading with Natalie to let her breathe.

“I’m sorry, please spare her life,” the curvy woman called with a condescending sigh.

“Apology accepted,” Natalie replied. Revenge felt good, and she giggled before straightening her lithe body and brushing waves of dark hair back over her slim shoulders. Emma could breathe again, and she was delirious, panting words of adoration between Natalie’s cheeks.

The curvy woman couldn’t help but be impressed. “You’re quite a tease, Natalie,”

“Stockholm syndrome in my butt hole,” Natalie boasted brattishly.

“You’re a sadist,” the curvy woman replied. It wasn’t said as a criticism. She crouched down, her jeans stretching as she bounced on her haunches and stroked Emma’s hair through the shorts, “Sorry, Emma,” she called kindly, “Until Natalie releases you, you’re classified as lingerie, not a woman. So, that means no wine. Sorry.”

“Yes!” Natalie grinned.

“Nat?” Emma whispered. She was parched and again licked the perspiration from the inside of Natalie’s shorts. She tried again to pull away, but Natalie’s athletic legs adjusted to keep them both from falling. Emma’s head was spinning, her real life now a distant memory.

“Natalie?” Emma’s breathy voice called again.

“Why would I let you out?” Natalie asked, “I have my teacher on her knees giving me oral and anal on demand.”

The curvy woman walked away with Jake staring longingly at her rolling denim butt in the hope that it would sit on his stool again. It didn’t. Instead, she returned with a glass of cold water and a thin straw which she pushed into one of the steel-reinforced airholes in the front of Natalie’s shorts. There was a grateful sucking noise as Emma slurped the water, her panting lips quickly draining the glass.

“You have to let her out,” Jake called from his own incarceration.

“I don’t think she wants to be let out,” the curvy woman whispered, crouching down, and reaching under Emma’s dress, “She is so wet.”

As the curvy woman placed a gently humming vibrator between Emma’s legs, her rhythmic moans transforming into trembling, staccato cries.

“Natalie owns you, there’s no escape,” the curvy woman purred seductively, playing to Emma’s blatant fantasies, “Worship your mistress.”

Emma was already close to orgasm as the curvy woman continued to wield the vibrator on Emma’s helpless, goosebump-covered body.

“Do you give yourself to Natalie?” the curvy woman whispered, each word laced with sexual connotations.

“Yes, yes!” Emma cried just moments before climaxing.

At first, Jake watched his ex-schoolteacher with pity. She had just condemned herself to more time inside Natalie’s increasingly smelly shorts. Yet Emma wasn’t protesting and was now giggling as she reached up to tickle Natalie’s waist.

“Stockholm syndrome for sure,” the curvy woman announced in answer to Jake’s inquisitive look.

“And bi-sexual?” Jake replied.

“Well, if they weren’t before, they will be by the time I let them out,” she smiled.

Jake was again looking up pleadingly. Despite his obvious erection, he was ready to be released from the woman’s infuriating stool. Yet, the curvy woman just circled him silently, watching, and fantasizing.

“What’s your freedom worth, Jake,” she asked suggestively.

Jake could already sense the woman’s mood. Beneath her blue jeans would be wet satin underwear and a vagina desperate for oral stimulation. She had the full curves to swallow any man’s face and a libido that would hold him there forever, but then it might be the only way out of her frustratingly secure stool.

“Dare you venture into my smother box?” she asked hopefully.

*

Natalie was still daydreaming as she lay on the bed. She and Emma were building a friendship with talking and laughter interspersed by oral sex and anal worship. Natalie’s petulant edge had softened and now any mentioned of release was just greeted by a playful giggle as opposed to asphyxiation. However, Natalie’s refusal to release her friend hadn’t changed. The curvy woman looked on, searching for a way to convince the resolutely canal brunette to release her prey.

She had a plan. “Natalie,” the curvy woman tried again, “Release Emma into my custody for a few minutes, and I’ll lock you back together for the night.”

“The whole night? Promise?” Natalie excitedly propped herself up on her elbow and blew away some stray hairs.

“I’ll even tighten the butt strap so there’ll be no pulling out of your cheeks,” the curvy woman could make anything sounds sexual, “I’ll even sleep with the key concealed somewhere on my body.”

Emma was listening to her fate, shaking and almost mewing like a cat as she touched herself.

“I don’t think Emma will object,” the curvy woman purred, “Anyway, once she’d locked away its permanent.”

*

The curvy woman frowned as she unlocked Natalie’s facesitting shorts to reveal Emma’s flushed face marinating in the intoxicating cum and perspiration-soaked atmosphere, “Oh, Natalie. You are cruel.”

The women shared a smile as Emma shuffled down Natalie’s legs and finally pulled free of her fidgeting feet. However, Emma’s freedom was short-lived as the curvy woman sat astride her to hold her captive, crushing her down into the soft mattress as she used handcuffs to lock Emma’s hands behind her back.

Emma was naked, wobbling unsteadily on her feet, and smiling dreamily through mascara-smudged eyes as the curvy woman led her back into the bar and left her blinking in surprise by Jake’s locked stool.

Jake looked up. His sassy teacher had always been in total control and this dreamy blonde seem like a different person.

“I’m a human now,” Emma grinned proudly, “And apparently, I’m in your custody!”

“Yeah, well I’m kinda stuck,” Jake smiled, enjoying this new perspective on his libertine teacher’s naked body.

“Oh.” Emma crouched down to look for a keyhole.

“Just sit on it and turn,” Jake explained.

Emma’s lips broke into a grin as Jake tussled with the locked stool. He looked cute, but she was looking forward to seeing how he would treat a bad girl in handcuffs. She slid her naked bum onto the leather seat and shuffled around. She then sat proudly atop for a minute, giggling at his protestations, before sliding off.

*

Emma waited until Jake had climbed to his feet before running away across the bar. Naked and with her wrists chained together behind her back, she laughed as she skipped. Her slim shoulders were pulled back making her breasts bounce as she spun around to see Jake in pursuit. Like her he was naked with his erection bouncing.

Emma shrieked as Jake caught her. She dropped down onto the rug, laughing in delight as Jake dropped to his knees and straddling her chest.

“If I suck your cock, will you make sure I don’t escape?” Emma panted, her blue eyes aroused and dilated.

“Em, they plan to keep you in the facesitting shorts all night,” Jake replied, “There’ll be no way out until Natalie rouses in the morning.”

Jake knew that Natalie was a notoriously late riser. Even when she woke, she loved to lounge in bed, playing with herself, teasing, and masturbating. Her lush body would thrust and grind for hours as she dosed in and out of consciousness. Emma would experience this raunchy decadence firsthand as just another part of Natalie’s body.

However, Emma was more intrigued with her current predicament, wriggling closer, her back arched to accommodate the handcuffs as her hungry lips strained upwards until they caught Jake’s erect cock. The woman who had sparked Jake’s interest in dominant women, the dominatrix-like schoolteacher, was now lying helplessly between his legs.

Jake leaned forward and pinned her wrists to the rug as she sucked his cock. Despite her innocent, lust-struck blue eyes she still held the key to the heavy chain that clanged infuriatingly around his neck. The heavy chain made him feel like a prisoner, subservient to the woman with dilated eyes who was now licking his cum from her lips. 

“We have a deal,” Emma purred as she continued to kiss his balls.

Jake stood up and gently helped Emma to her feet. He took her arm and started to lead her to the bathroom. Emma’s impish grin widened as Jake crouched down, kissed her calf before tenderly locking cuffs around her ankles.

“I thought my jailer would be rough,” Emma growled, twisting in her manacled feet, and again trying to run away.

A big smile crossed Emma’s lips as Jake grabbed her long blonde hair, forcing her to look up into his eyes, “Better?” Jake growled.

Emma nodded as she tried to kiss him.

“Locking you inside Natalie’s butt may be the only way to control you,” Jake mouthed as he guided them both into the shower and turned on the hot water.

With neither of them wanting Emma’s handcuffs to be unlocked, Jake lathered his teacher’s body in soap, his hands providing more of a full body massage than a quick wash. He had lusted after her for long enough to savour the exploration of her body.

Emma was trembling, excited to finally escape her inhibitions and be able enjoy her fantasies with Jake.

She would prefer to be locked together with Jake, but Natalie was cute and the thrill of helplessness would be the same. Anyway, she would take Jake from Natalie soon enough. Emma smiled as she imagined the implications of letting her intentions slip while she was in Natalie’s shorts.

“Please?” Emma mouthed with her best damsel in distress eyes, “Yes…”

Men were so easy to manipulate, and she gladly spread her legs as Jake dropped to his knees, to kiss her as steamy water poured down on them both.

Emma was on a high from the attentions of her gorgeous jailer. His tongue had brought her to a slow orgasm and then his hands had gently dried her body. He had waiting while she peed and then patiently fed her takeaway and wine. When she had struggled to walk in her tight ankle cuffs, Jake had even wrapped one arm beneath her legs and carried her.

Emma snuggled into his bare chest, floating from Jake’s attention, all the time fantasising about how she would tease him when it was her time to top.

*

Natalie smiled sheepishly as she was reunited with Emma in the bedroom. Emma’s wrists and ankles were still locked in cuffs which she made the most of as she shuffled closer.

“Em,” Natalie whispered, giving her ex-teacher a nervous hug, “I’m naked.”

Natalie dropped the short robe from her slim shoulders and twirled to show off her smooth, perfumed curves.

“Skin on skin?” Emma mouthed her hedonistic body already hot.

“They may as well superglue us together,” Natalie grinned coquettishly, “Cos I’m not letting you out this time.

“And to think I gave you detention for wearing a short skirt,” Emma breathed, moaning in delight as her sexy guard still gripped her hair to hold her close.

Natalie stepped into the facesitting shorts, glancing frequently at Emma to share a knowing smile. She may have started out trying to punish and humiliate Emma, but now she just wanted more anal stimulation from Emma’s smiley, flirty lips. She loved the idea of reducing Emma to lingerie. No rights and no escape, no matter how intimate things became.

The shiny black fabric now clinched tightly around Natalie’s waist and Natalie turned her back and wriggled her hips as she waited impatiently for her friend to join her.

Emma knelt and eased her head into the crotch of Natalie’s shorts. Natalie’s skin was warm and scented, and it felt nice as she nuzzled in closer, burying her nose deep between Natalie’s cheeks. She found her butt hole and gave it a teasing lick. She felt the straps tighten around her neck, but then a new strap pulled tight across the back of her head, drawing Emma’s face deeper into Natalie’s valley.

With the strap tightened, it felt as if Natalie’s butt cheeks had parted and then resealed with Emma’s face inside. It was as if they had been vacuum-packed together. Emma could barely talk. Her silent lips good for little more than anally stimulate her host. Emma felt entombed. The hot, scented air that filtered down between Natalie’s cheeks was now the only contact with the outside world.

Suddenly Natalie’s left buttock tensed and then the right, and Emma gripped her friend as she shuffled along behind her swaying hips. The shorts were much tighter than last time, and Emma could no longer meander between Natalie’s vagina and butt. This was intense. She had agreed to spend the night like this and unable to talk she was powerless to even beg to be released.

“Hey Em,” Natalie was twisting and pulling from the anal stimulation of Emma’s panting breath, “Easy girl!”

“Can’t help it!” Emma’s schoolteacher's voice was incomprehensible.

“Okay, I’m getting used to it.” Emma tried to compose herself as she caressed her sassy black shiny shorts, “… and I thought my new jeans were tight.” Her jeans were tight, she had dropped a size for Jake’s benefit, but the warm blue denim was comfort fit in comparison and didn’t contain a lust-drunk girl.

*

The curvy reappeared wearing a short red negligee with nothing beneath. She had just locked Jake into one of the smother boxes and her voluptuous butt was already fantasising about him snuggling into her curves. Not that she was going to tell Natalie that she would be skin on skin with her boyfriend.

“Ladies, I usually let the top decide when it’s time to be released,” the curvy woman purred, her bust swinging without support, “But this time my libido will decide… and you girls look too cute to release until I’ve had a dozen orgasms.”

She placed a vibrator on the bed next to them, turned on the baby monitor and then left, locking the door behind her. Bed was the best place for the women to explore their predicament and each other’s bodies. And she didn’t want to be disturbed.

The curvy woman walked over the smother box and hovered her curvaceous body above Jake’s face that protruded from the red padded hole. She sunk down, her voluptuous flesh moulding to form a perfect fit around Jake’s face. She smiled at the promise she made to herself to orgasm twelve times before releasing the girls. Maybe Jake had overheard her as he was well underway.