Jess

When Tom had mentioned his interest in bondage games to his new flatmate, he had no idea that she'd embrace it so fully and so quickly. Tom now sat on the floor next to Jess's bed blindfolded, listening intently to every slight sound. He could feel Jess's underwear around his neck. She'd used the black silk garment to connect his neck to the metal bedpost with one leg of her panties around each. He knew that any movement on his part would rip the black silk material and that they were Jess's favourite pair and she wouldn't be pleased.

He could have easily slipped the delicate material off over his head if only he had use of his hands, but they were locked inside steel balls bondage mitts and also cuffed behind his back. So he sat there very still, unable to move, listening carefully to the slightly sound, all because he didn't want to tear some girl's panties.

Even if Tom had been able to slip out of Jess's underwear, there would have been little he could do. Without the use of his hands he couldn't turn the handle of her bedroom door. All the doors in the flat had round handles that were stiff to turn and were positioned too close to the door frame to turn with your arms. And even if by some miracle he had been able to turn the door handle, the door wouldn't have opened as Jess had deadlocked it from the outside.

Tom studied Jess's scent that filled the room. There was perfume of course, but also another unique scent of the woman herself. He remembered it from when they had first met and he'd agreed to rent the spare room in her flat. He smiled as he thought back and compared their first meeting to his current predicament.

He heard the front door being unlocked, opened and then relocked. Then the same happened with the bedroom door. Unable to see anything he tried to call out from behind the gag. "Mmm?"

There was no reply, but Tom could hear someone walking around inside the room. It had to be Jess, but still some primeval sense of survival caused a shiver through his body. He cried out in surprise as Jess kissed him on the lips. Unfortunately, he also heard a few more stitches of her underwear give way.

"What have you done to my panties?" his flatmate asked.

Tom wanted to make it clear that that was definitely her fault, but the red ball gag was just too deep inside his mouth. He tried to force it out with his tongue and as he pushed, the small padlock that secured the gag moved slightly to the side, but was never going to open.

Jess pulled her keys from the back pocket of her dark green cotton shorts and removed the gag key from the ring. She then pushed the small silver key down inside the front of her shorts and placed it carefully against her wet vagina. She then stepped forward and used the front of her shorts to pin Tom's head against the bed frame. With her hands around the back of his head, she used his nose to stimulate herself through the soft fabric of her shorts.

"You know you're pushing the gag key even deeper inside me." Jess breathed as she rubbed herself against him.

Not happy with the sensation, Jess then unzipped her shorts and pushed Tom's nose inside the small opening so that it was pushing her white cotton underwear inside her vagina. His mouth would have felt even nicer, but unfortunately that was locked away and she was now concerned that the key to the gag might be very hard to recover. However, in her heighten mood it really didn't matter and within minutes Jess had reached orgasm and sat back down on the floor.

Tom was breathing heavily, sucking in as much air as possible through his nose. With his mouth gagged and his nose sealed up inside Jess's shorts he'd barely been able to breathe and with no hands to stop the horny girl, he'd been close to passing out. Jess had been oblivious to this as remained oblivious as she wriggled out of her tight shorts and reached into her panties to search for the missing key. Unfortunately for Tom, her searching turned her on and she went again this time by her own hand.

Jess finally found the warm wet key and pushed it into the small padlock and removed Tom's gag. She then untied the scarf that covered his eyes to reveal the strong sexy brown eyes beneath.

"I'm still cross about my ripped panties." she said, their eyes only inches apart.

Tom tried to lean forward and kiss her red lips, but in the excitement he'd forgotten about the underwear still around his neck and it ripped a little more.

"Right, the mitts stay locked...forever!"

"Jess!"

Tom tried to tell himself that the look in her big brown eyes was just that of lust and arousal, but he also sensed a sadistic, slightly crazed edge. His concern was easily remedied though, by simply looking down at Jess's cute hips and shapely legs and after a quick glimpse, his own lust kicked back in.

Jess unhooked her dirty black underwear from the bed post, leaving it hanging around Tom's neck and retrieved the keys to unlock the handcuffs. Having freed him from everything other than the mitts, Jess pushed him backwards on to the red Persian rug and sat astride his waist.

Her chest was still heaving up and down from the exertion and her nipples were still erect which made her breasts look as though they were about to burst out of her tight white t-shirt. Jess leant forward to make sure Tom had front row seats.

"Take off my top and they're all yours." she breathed.

Tom fell for her trick, only to find that the tight t-shirt was as good as welded in place while his hands were locked up inside the steel balls. His attempts to sit up and use his mouth to remove her t-shirt also failed as Jess simply moved forward and pinned him back down by sitting heavily on his chest.

"Well if you don't want them," Jess smiled, "then I'll just have to unwrap my present."

Jessica's breasts may have been close to escaping her t-shirt, but Tom cock was also straining inside his boxer shorts. Using her slim fingers, Jess quickly pulled down his underwear and smiled as his cock stood to attention. She playfully sat on it to keep it down, but every time she lifted up, so did his cock.

"Well if I can't keep it down..."

Jess left the sentence unfinished as she pulled aside her panties and eased herself down on to him. The effect he was having on the slim brunette was obvious as she opened her eyes and mouth wide, looked up and cried out in pleasure.

It had been amazing and both Tom and Jess were slightly zoned out as they stood up and Jess slipped back into her shorts and put her hair back up into a ponytail. Tom tried to put his boxers back on but only managed to amuse Jess with his failed attempts. Jess had already opened the bedroom door and was walking to the kitchen. With Jess's bedroom door about to swing closed again, Tom ran naked through the opening before it click shut and trapped him inside.

Jess was opening the bottle of red wine as Tom reached the kitchen, still completely naked other than for the mitts and the underwear hanging around his neck, and with his cock still embarrassingly hard.

"Please Jessica!" he begged as held up the steel balls where his hands used to be.

"Who?"

"Sorry 'Jess'." now wasn't the time to antagonise the girl with the keys.

"Oh if you insist!"

Jess squeezed the keys out of the back pocket of her shorts and threw them over to him where they bounced off the steel mitts and landed on the floor. She walked over to where the keys had landed and stood with her hands on her hips and her legs apart.

"Well do you want them?" Jess snapped, but then wasn't quite able to suppress a smile.

Fuck, she was sexy and Tom wanted to have her again right there. Unfortunately for him, without hands Jess's buttoned up shorts were as impenetrable as a chastity belt. Desperate for his hands back, he knelt down beneath her and picked up the bunch of keys with his mouth.

"Which key is it?" he asked, with the ring containing at least fifteen padlock keys.

"You'll have to try them all."

With one key held between his teeth, Tom tried to push it into the padlock that secured his left mitt, but the padlock kept moving from side to side and then the keys fell and clattered back on to the floor. He tried again with one of the padlocks wedged between his wrist and the table. He moved his mouth close to the padlock but he couldn't see what he was doing and key missed and again dropped to the floor.

"If you're quite finished," Jess smiled, "I'll have my keys back."

"But then how will I get my hands out?"

"You won't," Jess observed, "opening those locks without the keys is almost impossible."

Tom watched from the floor as Jess picked up the bunch of silver keys and buried them back inside her tight pocket. He then watched her bring two wine glasses to the table and place a straw into one of the glasses. Jess sat down and frowned, the keys were digging into her butt and she had to adjust them slightly before settling down and turning to her wine.

Jessica's bare feet were tapping on the floor with excitement, her mind now completely driven by her sexual arousal. She looked down and noticed a small rectangular shape cut out of the wooden floor boards. One of her chair legs was resting on the hatch and she had to push her chair backwards before she could get her fingernails around the edge and prise it open.

She peered down into a small space beneath the polished floorboards. There was only a foot between the rough concrete base and the underside of the floorboards. The space was also divided into two foot wide sections by the thick wooden beams that supported the floor, giving the space 'coffin' like dimensions.

"No way!" Tom said.

Jess reached under the table and took hold of his still hard cock. "For me?"

Tom tried to get her off his cock, but instead by climaxed and leaned back in the chair with his mitted hands by his side as Jess wiped him down.

As Tom sat zoned out, Jess fetched her yoga mat and eased it down through the wooden hatch and laid it in the space below. The small space still scared Tom, but Jess encouraged him by again grabbed his cock and pulling him over to the hatch. Neither spoke as Tom sat on the edge and slipped his athletic legs into the secret space underneath the floorboard. With his elbows resting either side of the hole he eased his hips and chest inside until he was lying on the yoga mat with his head directly below the opening.

Tom was buzzing from a mix of arousal and claustrophobia as he kissed Jess's toes that she'd just pushed through the hatch and on to his face. Jess was hyper excited and had to bite her lower lip to stop her melting away with her emotions.

"Ready to disappear?" she breathed as she positioned the wooden panel back into place to once again create a smooth continuous floor.

Tom was now part of the structure of Jess's flat, if she was to sell the place now he guessed he would come as part of the package. He pushed up at the thick wooden planks above him which were totally solid, with only a small amount of light filtering between the boards. Through the gaps, however, he could see that Jess had placed one leg of her chair on the middle of the hatch and he could hear the slight creak of timber as she sat down on it. He eased one 'mitt' up to the hatch and pushed. Nothing. He was trapped with no way to counteract her weight above him.

Tom was comfortable lying on the mat with the image of Jess running through his mind. Had he been able to escape from the mitts, he would have masturbated, but as he couldn't he just listened to Jess above him. Judging by the moans and the scrapping of the chair on the boards, she was also enjoying his predicament.

"Let's do this when my girlfriends come over tonight, it can be our little secret," Jess had finally stopped touching herself, but remained seated on the chair above him, "Which of my friends would you like to sit above you?"

"Will they be touching themselves and getting off like you?"

"Probably would if they knew you were down there."

"Well in that case, let me think." Tom laughed to himself.

Not pleased that Tom was thinking about her friends jacking off, Jess sat up straight and folded her arms and legs. "They won't know you're down there," she said defiantly, "I'll have a gag, loud music and a packet of long screws ready to make sure!"

"Screws?!" Tom's small space suddenly seemed smaller.

"Yes, screws," Jess emphasised the word.

The hatch in the floorboards had once been screwed in place and there were still two screw holes on either side. Jess jumped up and ran to the garage to find four screws and the electric powered screwdriver that she'd been given by her parent, but never used. By the time she returned, Tom had lifted the hatch and in so doing had toppled the chair resting above.

"Just to try, I promise!" Jess said as her little green shorts bobbed around left and right as she collected the tools.

She replaced the lid and knelt on it with one knee to ensure it stayed in shut. She then placed the screws into the holes and started the drill. "Opps!" she had surprised herself with the noise. She then pushed the drill into the first screw and started the drill again. The drill turned and the screw quickly disappeared into the thick wood. "Yeah it worked!" Soon she had sunk all four screws deep into the wood.

Jess lay down above Tom and rubbed herself on the floor boards. Fuck, she felt sexy. She'd always been slightly immature in some ways and she couldn't contain her sexual emotions as she looked through one of the small gaps into the gloom below.

"I've screwed you and now I've screwed you up as well." Jess whispered as she blew warm air down into the small gap below.

Tom could see her shadow move above him, her slim female body writhing around in short shorts and tight t-shirt. He was hard and tried to play with his cock between the steel mitts. Fuck, if only she would give him his hands back. He felt her warm breath against his face and struggled and pushed up on the board to try and escape.

Jessica had then sat on the floorboard above his face and farted. She seemed eager to know whether her smell had reached down into Tom's small coffin. It had, although to her annoyance he seemed to love the scent.

Jessica finally knelt on the floor and tried to remember how to make the drill turn the other way. After much trial and error, she figured it out and unscrewed the hatch. Tom immediately lifted it up and very inelegantly struggled to climb out.

Now covered with dust, he wrapped his arms around his flatmate and carried the giggling brunette into the shower. He was naked, but Jess was still dressed as he tried and failed to turn the taps with his mouth. For once Jess obliged and he watched as her shorts and t-shirt became soaked through. Her breasts were now really showing through the wet white t-shirt. This time Jess gave him what he wanted and stripped naked so they could make love in the shower.

*

Tom was starting to love more and more things about his crazy flatmate, particularly her habit of making love on almost an hourly basis. The only thing he didn't like was the steel mitts. He'd asked her many times to unlock them and each time the smile had disappeared from her cute face and she'd gone cold on him. He'd pushed it as far as he dare without risking losing the love fest.

The mitts made him feel so helpless. He couldn't dress and so had been naked all day. He couldn't open any doors and Jess had kept every internal door closed thereby imprisoning him wherever he was. He couldn't undress her which turned her shorts into a chastity belt. He couldn't use his phone to call for help and he was generally helplessly at her mercy in pretty much whatever they did.

With Jess's friend's arriving in less than an hour they returned to the kitchen. The friend's were having a pre-party at Jess's flat before going out to eat. Jess had moved the kitchen table to the side to create a space in the kitchen for drinking and dancing before they left. In the middle of the space was the hatch.

Tom climbed into the space below the floorboards and looked up. Jess was wearing black pointed leather high heels with straps that encircled her ankles. After that he wore a tight red cocktail dress.

Everyone had arrived and they drinking wine and talking. Jess was so turned on by her sexy naked guy beneath the boards that she was almost tempted to show off by lifting the hatch and revealing him to her friends.

She glanced down to see that her friend Beth had both feet on the hatch. Ha! Beth had once joked that she'd always wanted to have a guy lock up, under her control. Right then she had just that and she didn't even know it. Beth's slim stocking covered legs, her button butt and tight body wrapped in her orange dress could easily have held Tom prisoner inside his tiny cell for as long as she liked. He was Beth's helpless slave and she didn't even know.

The five pairs of heels continued to clip around on the floor above Tom. Both the music and the chatter that filled the small kitchen were getting increasingly louder, but all Tom could do was to lay motionless and watch the action through the crack.

Some woman called Lisa was now standing above him, her legs apart with one foot on the hatch. She wore a white dress with a pink flowery trim which flared out and showed everything from his vantage point beneath. She wore white panties, not a thong, but they were tight and starting to disappear up between her cheeks. Some hair was peeping out from beneath the white cotton at the front. Round curvy butt, this girl wasn't a gym freak, but had a ass into which most guys would love to bury their face.

Now there was another woman whose name he hadn't caught, standing on the hatch. Knee length socks, slim legs clasped modestly together, shiny pink underwear and short ra ra skirt. Tom was starting to feel uncomfortable. Jess's idea had seemed fun, but now he felt like a voyeur. Jess may have been getting off on having him trapped beneath the floor, but the other women had no idea he was there. He looked away for a moment, but couldn't help but look back. So many toned legs and cute butts, Tom was rock hard even if it felt wrong.

The women finally left for the restaurant and the flat was silent. Tom lifted the hatch and slowly eased himself out from under the floor boards. He desperately wanted a beer and finally managed to open one with the bottle between his knees and the opener in his mouth. He held the bottle between his wrists and drank.

Exhausted, he walked to Jessica's room and was surprised to see that her door, that had a habit of slamming shut, was actually open. He walked into her room and used his feet to swing the door closed behind him. Now trapped inside her bedroom, he lay down on her unmade bed and quickly fell asleep.

Tom was woken in the early hours by Jess kisses. High from dancing, alcohol and possibly more, she quickly pulled off the sheets and sat astride his naked body.

"As deep as you can go... if you ever want me to unlock those mitts."

Tom was still half asleep and unlike Jess, was still exhausted from the earlier sex. He tried to sit up and talk, but Jess had already slid up his chest and was sitting on his face, leaning forward and holding on to the head board. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was already wet as she pushed down against him. His tongue was deeper than it had ever been, but evidently not deep enough.

"Deeper!" she cried.

His tongue ached like hell and his head hurt from the pressure she was exerting with her body. He continued to suck her pussy until Jess suddenly lifted up and positioned herself on his hard cock.

Ten minutes later and they were lying panting on the bed. Jess had known for a while that she had an insatiable sex drive and now Tom knew it as well. Unfortunately for them both, she was too high to adjust her sex appetite so that another human being could keep up with her.