Laura stretched out her long slim legs until her stripy woolly socks pushed up against Jack's legs. At first Jack slid further up the sofa, but Laura's feet caught up with him and once again playfully kicked him. With no room left to move, he paused the movie and looked over at his giggling girlfriend.
"Am I in your way?" he asked, as he used his cuffed hands to try and stop her kicking.
Jack had long since given up asking for the handcuff keys. She had hidden them somewhere and no amount of tickling had made her tell him where. The sex they'd had when she'd cuffed him had been great, but it looked as though he would now continue to wear her handcuffs for the foreseeable future.
His thoughts returned to her stripy socks. He tried again to remove the feet that belonged to the long slim legs that were evidently too long for the three seat sofa.
"You know this is actually a sofa bed?" Laura giggled in her slightly posh accent.
He smiled at his nymphomaniac girlfriend. Laura was sexy as hell, amazing figure and cute face with curly shoulder length blonde hair, but even he needed some time to recover.
Laura pulled him up from the sofa and started throwing off the cushions and pulling out the bed.
"Try it." she instructed, her hands on her narrow denim covered hips.
With Laura kneeling on the bottom of the bed, in a highly provocative pose with her legs open wider than usual, Jack lay down across the top end of the bed and closed his eyes.
"Comfortable?"
"Mmm."
Jack suddenly felt the bed moving beneath him and as he opened his eyes he saw the end of the mattress fold over and close down on top of him. He tried to push up, but the mechanism had already passed the point of no return and the sofa bed gently slid back into the closed position.
She had trapped him deep inside the sofa, sandwiched in between the folded mattress. The force wasn't unpleasant, but he could barely move. After trying and failing to even turn on to his front, he knew he was in trouble.
"Laura! What the fuck?"
Laura knelt down and smiled at him through the small gap in the side of the sofa.
"Get me out of here!" Jack demanded.
"What's it worth?" Laura asked running her tongue across her red lips.
"A kiss?" he offered
"Not good enough, I'm going to sit on you!"
Jack struggled again to free himself, a task that became even more impossible when Laura replaced the cushions and sat down on the sofa with her butt deliberately right above Jack's head.
"Laura, please!" Jack mumbled, his face pressed beneath her and with the handcuffs only adding to the impossible situation.
Laura sat on the sofa, rolling her narrow hips from side to side and feeling the lump in the sofa formed by Jack's head. It was as if her butt was an iron and she was trying to remove a crease. It felt nice. She stretched out her legs and closed her eyes as Jack lay pummelled beneath her.
She'd been fascinated with the sofa bed ever since someone had played this trick on her. She'd spent half an hour inside the sofa with two of her girlfriend's sitting on top. She knew from experience that Jack would be fine. She also knew from experience that even without her sitting on top, he was completely helpless. The cries from inside the sofa her were already changing from "Laura!" to "Laura?" It was amazing what the feeling of complete helplessness could do.
After only five minutes, Laura stood up, threw off the cushions and heaved at the sofa bed, but it didn't move. She tried again, her back straight, the force running through her toned legs and butt. If they weren't strong enough to open the sofa bed then Jack was in trouble. She pulled off her socks for more grip and placed one foot against the side of the sofa and heaved.
Not for the first time that evening, Laura was breathing hard and her hair had fallen across her face by the time the sofa bed finally unfolded.
"Sorry." she smiled.
"Accidents do happen." Jack replied playing along with her joke and relieved that she'd returned his freedom after only a few minutes.
"Want another accident?" Laura asked, sensing how aroused they both were.
Jack didn't object and so after a moment's thought, Laura bent down and unhooked the mattress and removed it from the frame. Underneath was a crisscrossed mesh of one inch wide straps that supported the mattress. The straps were interlaced with only small gaps between and pulled tight and fixed to the bed frame.
"Now it's more spacious for long term incarceration." Laura explained.
"How long term?"
Jack had no t-shirt, as he had been unable to dress thanks to Laura's cuffs, but he did remove his jeans. He had Laura's full attention as he lay down in just his boxers on the mesh of black straps.
"Ready to be consumed?" she asked.
The exertions had already made Laura's tight white t-shirt cling and mould to her slim body, but that didn't stop her from easily lifting the base of the bed and folding it away with Jack once again inside. The mechanism clunked home quicker than she'd intended, but the end result was the same, her guy was trapped. Laura swept her blonde hair out of her eyes and placed her hands into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Oh they're here!" Laura giggled as she pulled some keys from her back pocket.
"What!" Jack had searched everywhere for the keys to her bloody cuffs. Everywhere except her pockets!
"Great, don't suppose I can have them?"
Laura just giggled as she rubbed the keys against the front of her jeans and bit her lip, her sexual appetite yet to be satisfied.
But Jack was now enclosed between two layers of thick nylon straps. He pulled two of them apart so that he could see the girl who once again imprisoned him. Laura may have only used a sofa, but the effect was the same as a concrete prison.
Laura turned and perched on the front edge of the sofa. "Can you get out?"
"Not with you sitting there." he swallowed as he admired her tight jeans.
"What if I sit here?"
Laura slid across until she was sitting on the straps right above Jack's head. The straps stretched under her weight until she was resting on his head.
"What makes you think I want to get out?" he replied, trying reverse psychology.
