At eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, Laura crossed the hall and knocked on her neighbour's door. She was both excited and terrified. She held a note signed by Brad in one hand, and keys in the other. When she got no reply, she did as the note instructed. She unlocked the door and went inside her neighbour's apartment.
Laura was wearing a pale red knee-length summer skirt, a cream fitted top and tan heels. It was the third outfit that she had tried on her trembling body that morning and she desperately hoped Brad would like it. She flicked her head from side to side, filtering her silky brown hair through her open finger. That had taken another hour to curl and shine.
She tiptoed into the man's bedroom and, as expected, found her neighbour chained to his own bed, naked other than for boxer shorts.
"I got your note," she stuttered, her ankles cross and legs pinned together as her skirt towered his manacled body.
Brad tensed his biceps and hauled himself on to his side. Despite his physique, the cuffs that chained his wrists and ankles to the steel bed frame were inescapable, and he was reduced to moaning hopelessly into his gag.
"Sorry, I feel embarrassed," Laura giggled nervously, "I didn't know you were into this."
She smoothed her skirt and sat nervously on the bed next to her gorgeous neighbour. She was trembling; she had never had more than a passing smile and pleasantries from him before.
"Ag...ag..." Brad moaned, his body limp, exhausted from trying to escape from the double locked cuffs.
"Oh 'gag'!" Laura exclaimed, reaching behind his head and releasing the red ball from his mouth.
"Thank you!" Brad exclaimed, his mouth sore from the tightly buckled gag. He tried to catch his breath, "I'm really sorry Laura, but I didn't write that note. That woman you saw in my flat last night left me like this and left you that note."
Laura could feel herself turning red and held her hand to her mouth.
"It's okay," Brad smiled, trying to reassure his mortified neighbour, "This is my fault, not yours."
Laura stood up to leave.
"No, please," Brad panicked, "Did she leave you any keys?"
"I'm so sorry," Laura sighed, pulling a handcuff key from her bra, "I thought you wanted this."
"Normally I would," Brad replied kindly, "You look really nice."
"Thank you!" Laura's brown eyes glistened with moisture.
"Can you unlock me?"
"Oh god, sorry!"
It was the first time that Laura had used handcuffs and it took her several minutes to free Brad from his bed. He sat up and felt with dismay the hard steel chastity cage between his legs.
"Did she give you any other keys?" he asked, still playing with his crotch.
"Oh god!" Laura exclaimed with a laugh, "Oh I'm so sorry!"
Brad smiled and shook his head, "That's okay, "Why don't you make us some coffee while I shower and try to slip of his this."
*
Twenty minutes later Brad joined Laura in his kitchen. His dark hair was towel dried but unbrushed, his white shirt was open a few buttons and his grey trousers led to bare feet.
"Did you get it off?" Laura asked from behind her coffee mug.
"No..."
She let out a giggle before she could stop herself, "I'm sorry, it's not funny."
Brad smiled; his neighbour was an interesting woman, "I can pull it out, but I can't get it off my balls," Brad continued before adding, "Why am I telling you this?"
"Can I look?" she giggled.
"No! But thanks for the coffee."
They sat across from each other at the kitchen table as Brad played aimlessly with the handcuffs. He swung them around to see how they locked automatically before accidentally locking one around his wrist.
"Oh fuck," he smiled.
Laura was watching with interest, "Who was that woman?" she asked.
Brad explained how the night before, the woman had handcuffed him to the train seat, stolen this bag, only to reappear at his apartment. He had then let the woman seduce him, sleep with him and leave him chained to his bed. She had forced him to tell her his internet banking password but had only transferred sixty-nine pence. She had then left the note and the handcuff key with Laura.
"How will you contact her?" Laura asked.
"I'll have to wait for her to call me," he tapped his crotch, "Soon I hope."
"Aren't you mad at her?" Laura asked, confused by her attractive neighbour's uber cool demeaner.
Brad smiled to himself. He wasn't going to tell Laura, but sex with the mystery woman had been amazing, plus the woman had enforced this introduction to his cute neighbour. Okay, she had threatened to rob him twice but hadn't taken anything. So no, he wasn't mad, more intrigued, but of course all that might change if she didn't return with the key to his cock.
The locked handcuff still hung from Brad's left wrist and Laura nervously reached across the table to lock the other side around the table leg. She sat back down, hooked her hair behind one ear and chewed on her bottom lip, her big brown eyes blinking excitedly, "Sorry, just always wanted to do that to a guy."
"Whoa," Brad blew, his free hand reaching for the steel cage that contained his cock, "Fuck."
"Did it get bigger?" Laura asked naively.
"It tried..."
Laura's bubbling giggles filled the room as Brad stood up to disperse the feeling in his crotch, only for the handcuffs to rattle and pin his in place. Fuck! He adjusted himself again. The crushing sensation around his penis was surprisingly nice, although the cage now pulled against his balls.
Laura was completely besotted with Brad's predicament, "I can't believe that woman did this to you," she exclaimed.
"You mean lock me up and take the key?" he smiled.
"Oh, yeah," she smiled, "Do you want the handcuff key?"
"Depends where you've hidden it," Brad joked, rearranging his crotch and focusing on his increasingly cute neighbour.
"Okay, I won't retrieve it," Laura giggled, her confidence returning, "I don't want to damage anything... down there."
Brad sat and rattled his hand, "I feel like I'm being interviewed by the police."
Laura was struggling to control her buzzing body. She stood up, giggled again and sat down on the kitchen table next to the locked cuff.
Oh fuck, Brad's cock was swelling as his neighbour's cute round butt sat inches from his manacled hand, "Okay, let's talk about something other than your body."
"We weren't talk about my body!" Laura exclaimed, secretly delighted by where Brad's mind was wondering.
"What? Oh."
Laura was a little disappointed that the handcuff key was only in her hand, but still enjoyed the tease as she unlocked her cute neighbour from his own kitchen table, "Maybe we can do this again when you have a penis?" she smiled as the red skirt swooshed up and left.
*
"Yes?" Brad answered eagerly as his phone rang.
"I see Laura let you out of the cuffs..." The mysterious woman's silky, ultra-calm voice took Brad back to the night before, his cock swelling at her command.
"She couldn't let me out of the chastity cage."
The woman laughed, "Don't worry sweetie, I'll give Laura that key one day?"
"Laura? Why Laura?"
