Belinda eventually returned and released James from the cell. James had told her about his encounter with Sophie but had left out the part about Sophie blackmailing him into kissing her feet and more. While Belinda had always tried to be discreet and hide their bondage games from her daughter, in some ways it was a relief that she could be more open, and it also provided an example to Sophie that men didn’t always have to be in control.

James had tried his best to avoid being alone with Sophie, but a few days later she had joined him in the lounge. Barefoot and wearing blue jeans and a tight white tee-shirt, she sat down on the arm of the sofa watching him. Fidgeting constantly, touching her hair, rubbing her jeans and pressing against her tee-shirt.

“Make me a coffee, will you?” Sophie called.

It was a perfectly reasonable request, yet James was sure that she meant it in an unreasonable way.

“I thought you wanted to please me?” she smiled sweetly.

“I said I’d ‘look after’ you, not necessarily ‘please’ you,” James replied, standing up and walking over to the coffee machine.

She smiled kindly as he handed her the coffee, the confidence in her eyes giving away how much she enjoyed controlling him. He looked as sexy as ever in tan chinos and untucked white cotton shirt with the usual two buttons undone, and unbrushed dark hair over one-day stubble.

She was now imagining him down on all fours, her bare feet resting on his back. She was miles away and had to quickly refocus her big brown eyes to watch his butt as he walked away.

“Kiss my feet?” she called hopefully.

“It doesn’t work that way, Sophie,” James smiled back.

She looked disappointed and pulled her feet back in against the arm of the sofa.

“Just once?” she ventured, “Can’t hurt?”

Still unsure if and how Sophie would blackmail him, James walked back and pulled her feet, making her fall backwards onto the soft sofa. She looked up, expecting to be told off, but instead watched as James cupped both of her feet in his strong hands and kissed them gently.

“Oh my God!” she breathed.

“Now haven’t you got study to do?” James smiled as he stood up.

The coffee had hyped her up more than usual and she was nervously biting her lip as she retrieved a pair of hinged handcuffs that she had somehow managed to squeeze into the tight front pocket of her jeans, “Now put these on!”

“Sophie,” James replied slowly, his voice making it clear that he didn’t want to be back under this girl’s lock and key.

“Photos... you between my legs?” she buzzed.

“I know, but power must never be abused,” James replied.

“Just on special occasions? Please?”

James sighed as he looked at her, “OK, just keep your jeans on.”

Sophie giggled with excitement as she ratcheted the cuffs around his wrists and then lay back against the arm of the sofa, her bare feet resting on the expensive cream material.

James picked up Sophie’s empty plate and carried it over to the kitchen and started to clear up. Everything was ten times harder in the tightly locked rigid cuffs, but he guessed Sophie would be enjoying watching him struggle.

He returned and flopped down on the sofa opposite Sophie. “Can’t do much with these on,” he said dejectedly.

“I know,” she buzzed.

“Keys?” he asked, using his chained hands to beckon for the two small keys that were dangling from Sophie’s fingers.

Suddenly she giggled, rolled onto her side and stuffed the keys inside the back of her jeans and down inside her underwear and positioned them between her cheeks.

“Sure you want me to leave my jeans on now?” Sophie giggled.

She rolled over onto her front, her focus on James’s sexy eyes that for once seemed lost. She reached for his hand and placed it on a patch of tight denim that had been worn pale from use. She felt his fingers run across her butt, encircling the outline of the keys and massaging her for a tantalising moment.

“You can take whatever you want,” she breathed, reaching up and touching his chinos that bulged from his erection.

“You win,” he smiled, slapping her playfully on the butt.

He sat back down. There was no way he was going to undress Belinda’s daughter and therefore the keys may as well have been locked in a bank vault. Either way, they were out of his reach.

He shook his head and smiled, “What did we say about abusing power?”

“Only on special occasions?” she giggled.

Sophie watched him, enjoying the look of helplessness in his eyes as she turned over and sat back on the sofa with the keys to his handcuffs now pinned beneath her. She continued to sip her coffee, glancing at James discreetly over the rim of her mug.

“I’m sorry. I’ll retrieve the keys in private,” she said.

“Thank you.”

“But to make sure you don’t see me undress, perhaps you should wait in the box."

“Oh fuck,” James sighed, “You know about that?”

Behind one of the wardrobe doors in James and Belinda’s bedroom was a steel strong box that was really more like a safe. Seven feet high and two feet square with an inch-thick door at the front that locked with two heavy bolts. Belinda loved to lock James inside while she took her long baths, a precursor to their nights of lovemaking.

Sophie had already bounded up the stairs and was unlocking the large padlocks as James walked in.

“I’ve so wanted to try this!” Sophie exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“How do you even know about this?” James asked, trying to ignore the girl’s obvious excitement as her pert breasts shook in her tight white tee-shirt, and her tight blue jeans wriggled as she moved.

James kicked off his shoes and stepped inside. He had been in the steel box many times before and was used to the sound of the bolts sliding home and the dull sound of the padlocks being slid through the bolts, but this time it wouldn’t be Belinda on the other side of the door.

Sophie’s only aim was to get James locked inside before he changed his mind and so quickly heaved the steel door closed, banging it against the inside of its welded frame.

“Wait, wait,” James called as he pushed forward, the heavy door slowly moving with his force.

“What?” Sophie asked, “Now go back in.”

She pushed her slim hips against the steel door and edged it back into place. James let the door close, but then with the fear and excitement of being locked in an enclosed space whirling through his mind, pushed against the door again.

“Look, Sophie...” he spoke calmly as he tried to out push the woman on the other side of the door, “Oh fuck!” then cried as he realised that she’d already engaged the first bolt.

“No, no...” his voice drifted off as he heard the girl slide the second bolt into place. ‘Not the padlocks?’ he whispered to himself, but seconds later he heard the unmistakable rattle of steel against steel as Sophie padlocked him in.

His breath seemed loud into the confines of the steel safe and he stopped for a few seconds as he tried to listen for any sounds from the outside world.

“Sophie, please look after the keys,” he panted, his heart racing with adrenaline.

“Guess you want me to take my jeans off, yes?” Sophie called.

“In your own time,” he replied, breathing warm air against the cold steel door.

“Of course, you already know something about my pants,” Sophie replied slowly.

“And that’s why I’m in this fucking safe,” James moaned as he tried to ignore his hard cock and the constant images of Sophie’s panties that were running through his mind. Fuck, he could hear Sophie leaning against the box, sighs of pleasure building by the second.

“Maybe you should let me out?” James called, worried that he would climax himself.

“I think we both know the answer to that...”

Sophie stared at her reflection in the large mirror; her white tee-shirt felt tighter than ever, wrinkled as it stretched around her breasts, and her blue jeans felt conspicuously hot. She released her hair and flicked back and forth until it hung down evenly over both shoulders. She twisted her hips, put one thigh in front of the other and smiled flirtatiously into the mirror.

Pretending she was doing a striptease, she eased her tee-shirt over her head and unhooked her white bra. She unbuttoned her jeans, but her lightheadedness took over and she stumbled as she tried to slide out of the tight denim.

“You okay?” James called from inside the steel safe.

Finally free of the troublesome jeans, she climbed back to her feet and crept up to the box, naked other than for pale blue panties, “Fine,” she breathed.

“That’s good. If anything happens to you, I’m fucked,” James panted, his arousal sucking oxygen from the enclosed space.

Sophie was now trembling as she ran her hands over her breasts and down between her legs, goosebumps following her touch. Her neatly painted nails penetrated her underwear and pushed them down to her knees, at which point the handcuff keys dropped from their warm blue home and onto the floor.

“Good news, James, I have your keys.”

“You mean you’re naked,” James replied louder than he intended.

“Naked girl this side of the door,” Sophie was now breathing heavily, “Want me to unlock it?”

James was pacing and banging against the inside of the safe as he tried to disperse the unwanted feeling that any guy would have had. “Leave it locked until you’re dressed,” he trembled.

She knew he would say that, but she was still disappointed and turned to the mirror to view her body from all angles. She could barely control her frustration; she would have loved to surrender her virginity to someone so strong and sexy, but then his loyalty to her mum made him all the more attractive.

“I’m taking a bath,” she announced as she collected up the handcuff and safe keys and tiptoed to the bathroom.

-

Sophie lay in the full, almost overflowing bath, with candlelight flickering around the darkened room. The keys were somewhere in the warm water, but like her naked body, they were hidden from view by the bubbles. Her long hair was up in a bun, although strands had escaped and were hanging down in the water.

She was only daydreaming about one thing. Maybe ancient Egyptian princesses got off on the same thing: power and control over others. If she had been a princess, she would certainly have locked up the sexiest men in her deepest dungeon, just because she could. She turned on the hot tap with her foot and drifted off again.

-

‘Fuck,’ Sophie cried as she heard her mother return. Belinda was already walking up the stairs and calling her name.

“Hi, Soph,” she smiled as she poked her head around the bathroom door, “James in?”

“Gone out,” Sophie lied, knowing for certain that he hadn’t.

Belinda smiled and walked to her bedroom. She kicked off her heels and walked on stockinged feet over to her wardrobe. She pulled open the door to reveal both the metal safe and her sports clothes. She rattled the padlocks; maybe she could talk James into spending some time in there later.

With her morning shift over, she unbuttoned her white blouse and unzipped and wriggled out of her knee-length tan skirt. Still standing outside the locked box, she started to ease down her thin denier stockings.

James stood motionless, barely daring to breathe as Belinda undressed and then redressed in her white running top, grey yoga pants and pink runners. She tied back her hair and closed the wardrobe door.

Five minutes later, James felt the change of pressure as the wardrobe door opened again, “Fuck, that was close,” Sophie exclaimed.

“I know, let me out of here!” James was now almost clawing against the inside of the door.

“Sorry, I’m still naked.”

“Put something on!” James was starting to get frantic.

Again, there was silence from outside as James waited anxiously for Sophie to release him. When she did, she was wearing a short lacy black negligee, which pulled tightly around her top, extenuating her modest breasts, but did little to hide either her breasts or brief black panties.

“You call that dressed?”

“I let you out, didn’t I?”Sophie breathed elatedly, “I can lock you back inside just as easily.”She started to push the door.

“No!” James stepped out of the safe before the brunette followed up on her promise and then rattled his manacled hands, “Where’s the key for these?”

“Not telling until you kiss me here,” Sophie breathed, pointing to her tanned inner thigh.

“No.”

“Then explain to my mother why her daughter has trapped you in those handcuffs.”

“Okay, but we must be quick.”

James knelt down to kiss the girl’s thigh and was greeted with her usual cry of pleasure. He looked up at her and she looked down at him.

“Keep going...”

James worked his way up, switching from thigh to thigh, until he reached her black silk underwear. The moment he kissed that, Sophie burst into life, grabbing his head and working her vagina against his face. She tried to strip off her lingerie, but James pulled her hand away. Still, she thrust into him, feeling his lips through the sheer material, until she climaxed and leant forward, pinning James’s head between her hips and the safe.

“So wonderful,” she panted, looking down with a big smile.

“Please give me the key,” James begged through sore lips.

Sophie slipped her fingers into her damp panties and slowly pulled out the handcuff keys.

“Your reward,” she purred, as she dropped them into James’s shackled hands, kissed him on the lips and left.

-

It was only early afternoon when Belinda returned from her run, but James already had a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“One of those afternoons?” Belinda smiled as she sat down next to him at the breakfast bar.

“Yep,” James replied, taking her hand and leading her off to their bedroom.

James was always desperate to make love to Belinda, even more so given the torment he had taken from her daughter that morning. He had already slipped off her top and bra and was caressing her spandex-covered butt.

“Hey, I need to wash!” she shrieked.

“I’ll come with you.”

Belinda took his wrist and playfully bent it up behind his back. “No, darling, you wait here.”

James looked on in disbelief as Belinda unlocked the steel box and with his wrist still bent up behind his back, pushed him inside.

“Enjoy the respite, darling, because I’m going to fuck you all night,” Belinda whispered before slamming the door on him.

Once both bolts were padlocked, Belinda peeled off her yoga pants and underwear and stood completely naked against the steel door, knowing that her scent would start to permeate through the tiny cracks between the door and the frame.

“Hi, darling,” she breathed, “I’m completely naked. Wanna play?”

“Fuck you, Bel!”

She smiled and listened as James’s strong body tried to break out of the steel safe.

Belinda was now breathing against the door, moaning slowly as she touched herself. She could hear James doing the same, panting, their lips and bodies pushing either side of the impenetrable door.

Suddenly James cried out loud as he climaxed, crying and moaning inside his little steel box. Belinda was also close, which meant that she was at her sadistic best.

“Sounds as though you don’t need me, darling?” she called.

“Quick shower?” he begged.

“Long, long bath.”

James was dizzy and disorientated and he slumped down as far as the narrow box would allow. For the second time in one day, he waited patiently for the woman to take her bath.

-

James opened the front door to see Kate standing on the step. Wild blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, white tee-shirt and the same old worn blue jeans.

“James!” she beamed as if surprised to see him.

He led her inside where she dropped down onto the white sofa, looking admiringly around the large room and then equally admiringly at James.

“Coffee?” he asked, relieved that she had not yet tried to kiss or undress him.

Kate then stood up and pulled and rubbed the front of her jeans as if adjusting something. “Your lady can be very persuasive,” she sighed.

James smiled knowingly; he had certainly suffered many things as a result of Belinda’s smile, her looks and her charm. He spent much of his life at ‘Belinda’s Pleasure.’

Kate started to unbutton and pull down her worn blue jeans.

“No, not this time, Katie.”

“No chance of that. Your woman has locked me in this fucking chastity belt!”

“Fuck! Why?” James exclaimed as he crouched down and looked in amazement at the steel belt that encircled Kate’s slim waist. The plate at the front pressed against her body, covering her entire genitalia, before pulling up tightly between her legs and back up between her cheeks. There was one high-security lock buried into the front of the belt that locked it all in place.

“Too much drink and too much fucking, so I need to get my life back on track,” Kate announced, “Belinda’s helping me.”

“Well, this should sort the ‘fucking’ part,” James replied.

James was still crouched down, looking at the belt as Kate ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and pulled him a little closer.

“I like how interested you are in my predicament,” Kate purred, her legs apart and James’s head even closer.

 “You’re less dangerous like this,” he smiled.

“Like a dog with a muzzle?” Kate replied, thinking back to the time that she handcuffed James and forced him to give her head.

“Guess you don’t have the key then?” James breathed, moving away from Kate’s pale thighs that were now dangerously close to his neck.

“Last seen in the back pocket of Belinda’s jeans,” Kate said dejectedly.

“Well, you lucked out as they were last seen on Belinda’s hips,” James joked as he stood up and went off to make the coffee.

James returned with two cups of coffee and looked over at Kate, who was sitting opposite him with her jeans still down by her ankles, her legs apart and her bare feet up on the sofa.

“Maybe put your jeans back on?” he suggested.

“Why? I’m a fucking eunuch,” Kate replied, her cute looks and wild blonde hair seemingly at a loss without the use of a female body to tease and torment.

She shifted forward on the sofa and pulled a short length of chain and a small combination padlock from her brown leather handbag, “Wanna play a game?” she asked, beckoning James back to the floor in front of her.

“No way, Katie!”

“Oh, but the things I know about you,” she smiled.

James crossed his legs and tried to look cool for a few seconds before deciding that it was better to keep the crazy blonde on his side. He checked his watch and then knelt down in front of her, letting the woman pull his face up against her chastity belt.

Kate then wrapped the chain around the back of James’s neck and used the combination padlock to attach both ends to the metal loop that was fixed to the crotch of her chastity belt. With her pale fingers still hiding the combination, she spun the four dials.

“We’re permanently connected,” Kate exclaimed, lying back on the sofa, “And I don’t even have to trap you between my thighs!” Her Irish accent always seemed stronger when she was aroused.

“Want me to bring you to orgasm?” James asked as he tapped the belt.

“Fuck you, James,” she smiled, “Remember, if I don’t tell you the combination to this li'l lock before your lady returns, then you’ll be wearing one of these too!”

James wrapped his arms around Kate’s waist and used his strength to stand up, lifting the lithe blonde into the air. Kate shrieked with excitement and clung tightly to his head, blindfolding him with her body

“Got a girl stuck to your head!” she laughed uncontrollably as he walked a few stepped before lowering her back down onto the sofa, “Oh this is so much fun, the man of my dreams chained to my crotch!”

Kate tried to push her fingers underneath the front plate of her chastity belt, but couldn’t reach where she needed to be. James was also aroused, as she knew he would be, and was now kissing the belt; the sight of his gorgeous face and his breath steaming against the steel was surreal. His lips were exactly where her clit would have been, and her mind was struggling to process why she wasn’t in ecstasy.

“Fucking belt!” she screamed, her anger making James look up at her wild blue eyes.

“Well, chaining me to your crotch probably isn’t helping,” James spoke calmly, trying to diffuse her tension.

“Oh fuck, James, I want you!”

James could sense her pain and grabbed her butt and pulled her against his face and pushed his lips against the warm steel, “Oh yes, keep trying,” she moaned, her hips working against his rough face.

She watched as James turned his head to the side and tried to blow his warm breath beneath the belt. Fuck, still no sensation. In her frustration, she wrapped her thighs around his waiting neck and lay down on the sofa, hugging a cushion into her body. James was now kissing her legs, trying to comfort her while discreetly turning the dials on the combination padlock.

“Katie, sweetie, what’s your code?” he asked.

She didn’t reply.

“Please, Belinda will be home soon.”

“Keep kissing my leg, it’s nice,” she sniffed, tightening her grip and forcing a moan out of her captive. It was a dreamlike experience, a fantasy but without the intense sexual feeling. At least James was trapped. His touch still felt wonderful, his fingers had now ventured to her butt, and she loved the power and the knowledge that he would stay with her until she decided to release him. 

Twenty minutes later and James had given up on the padlock and was now trying to push his fingers under her chastity belt. She smiled through damp eyes; keep a boy there long enough and his cock will always take over.

James tried to lift Kate from the sofa but before he could stand up she tightened her legs and within seconds he was gasping for air. He lost balance and she dragged his neck with her as she rolled to the floor. “No escaping me, darling,” she breathed.

“Fuck, you’re a sexy girl, but you can’t keep me chained down here forever,” James panted, her thighs feeling increasingly sexy around his neck.

“Why not, it would be a wonderful way to live,” she replied, “You’re like a dog on a very short lead.”

James was again turning the dials, randomly with no real hope of unlocking Kate’s padlock, “Please, Kate,” he begged, “Belinda will be home soon!”

Kate moaned as she stretched out over the white rug, her hips twisting and turning, dragging James’s head whichever way they went.

“My fingers won’t fit inside the chastity belt, but maybe your tongue will? You know you’re going nowhere until you do this for me.”

James had already kissed every part of her crotch, her thighs and her hips that wasn’t covered by the locked belt and now he pushed his tongue under the steel. The moisture from both his mouth and Kate’s body helped his tongue slide all the way inside.

“Ah fuck, deeper,” Kate moaned.

James's reply was incoherent.

Kate was shaking, her hips thrusting as James’s tongue brushed left and right inside the chastity belt. She cried out as got closer, but still she couldn’t climax, “Come on!” she cried as she bashed the front of her belt with her closed fist. It felt wonderful, but not wonderful enough and she eventually relaxed.

“Almost beat this thing,” Kate breathed as she lay still enjoying yet more intimate kisses.

“That’s a fucker of a belt,” he panted, “Hope you’re ready to sweet-talk Belinda.”

“Mmm, maybe she can lock it up with your tongue still inside.”

Kate continued to fantasize as she stretched and writhed inside the seemingly permanently locked belt. James ran his nose around her crotch, tickling her as he took in her scent, before she wrapped him up once more between her legs and they lay together enjoying the morning sun streaming into the silent room.

Suddenly Kate reached down and unzipped James's chinos and pulled out his erect cock. He tried to protest, but Kate now also had his balls and therefore full control over him. With his face buried against her soft thigh, he climaxed less than a minute later.

“Thank you, this has been gorgeous,” Kate finally breathed, sitting up and looking down at the hapless head between her legs.

“Just a once-off between friends,” James replied.

“Cos you feel sorry for me?”

“Something like that.”

Kate turned the padlock dials aimlessly, longing to extend her moment with James. Finally, with fear now showing in James’s big brown eyes, she popped open the padlock and allowed James to pull clear of her legs. He was still down on all fours, breathing heavily and looking warily at Kate, who even locked in a chastity belt, was still a dangerous woman.

“So easy when you know the combination,” he smiled.

Kate glanced down at her ever-present chastity belt, “And so hard when you don’t have the key."

-

Kate sat up straight and placed her hands neatly in her lap as Belinda walked into the lounge. James kissed Belinda on the cheek and then walked over to the kitchen to both make more coffee, and to keep his distance from the two women.

“Hi, sweetie, how’s the belt?” Belinda asked as she sat down next to her friend and straightened her white blouse that had pulled tight around her breasts.

“Good.”

“Really,” Belinda asked, “Then why are you staring at my jeans?”

“It’s hard,” Kate whispered, emotion stifling her voice.

 “I know, sweetie, but it’s the right thing. You’re looking well.”

“Didn’t go out last night... No point... Fucking sealed up down here.”

Belinda had worried about Kate for several months. Her ability to find the wrong man was leading to a life of partying, drinking and sleeping around that was wrecking her mood and soon would damage her health.

Belinda gently pushed blonde hair back out of Kate’s eyes, while Kate discreetly brushed her hand around Belinda’s hips, pushing her fingers as far as they would go under Belinda’s butt.

“Can I have one last look at the key?”

“Just one more week, sweetie.”

Kate leaned forward and gently kissed Belinda on the lips, her hand once more venturing between Belinda’s denim-covered thighs.

“If you take these off...” Kate breathed seductively.

“You really want me to keep you sealed for two weeks?” Belinda asked, her lips remaining teasingly close to Kate’s.

Kate was now trembling, transfixed by Belinda’s eyes, “I want someone to touch me,” she breathed, her hands kneading the steel between her legs.

“You’re locked out till the weekend,” Belinda replied, her sadistic side almost enjoying the desperation in Kate’s blue eyes.

“I can’t do it,” she panted, slipping from the sofa and kneeling in front of Belinda, “Maybe if I do something nice for you.”

With the blonde’s lips looking all too tempting, Belinda started to pop the buttons of her jeans, only to quickly do herself back up as James’s returned with the coffees.

“Thanks, darling,” both women spoke at the same time. Belinda looked at Kate with a frown as James walked back to his office. Kate giggled.

“Well, that settles that,” Belinda smiled as she sipped her coffee, “You’re staying chaste for life.”

-

Sophie walked in a few minutes later. She loved Kate, probably because Kate was still a crazy teenage girl at heart. She perched on the arm of the sofa and spoke with Kate as Belinda got ready for her lunch date with her daughter.

Belinda’s boots echoed through the courtyard as she walked up to the doorway of James’s study come cell and hung on the steel doorframe. She put one foot up behind her as she leaned inside.

“You working for the next, umm two to three hours?” she asked with a smile.

He muted his conference call and swung around, “Guess I am now.”

Belinda giggled and blew him a kiss as she pulled the cell door closed and slid home the bolts. She turned the key in the lock and hung it next to her bikini that was drying on the back of the chair.

She rejoined the others and the three women walked together to the corner of the road, Kate just a few steps behind Belinda.

“Soph and I are going this way,” Belinda announced, leaning in and kissing her friend.

Kate was all too aware that she was still locked up and had thought of little else since Belinda had locked her away. She desperately wanted to touch herself and needed the key from Belinda’s pocket. The women looked at each other, sizing each other up, Belinda with a painfully sweet and protective smile on her red lips. With Sophie now watching, Kate knew she couldn’t make a move and so simply kissed them both on the cheek.

She turned and walked home to a hot bath and memories of where James’s tongue had been.