Brad lay in bed on Sunday morning, smiling as he remembered making love the day before. He may not know her name, but the woman was stunning, albeit crazy and unpredictable. As he turned over, the five heavy bicycle 'U' locks clattered around his neck. They weighed over ten kilograms in total. Why had she locked them on him? She said it was to remind him of the five times they had made love, but it seemed more like a sadistic prank.
Maybe he could get them cut off, but the notable misfortune of having five of the most secure bicycle locks stuck around his neck was certainly going to get publicity, and he was not going to end up on YouTube. He sat up, the ten kilograms weighing heavily on his shoulders, and stared at his ridiculous reflection in the mirror. The mystery woman had literally branded him, effectively confining him to his apartment until she returned the keys.
"You're late," Brad smiled as he opened the door to his neighbour.
He took one look at Laura in her black strap top and tiny white cotton shorts and reached down to adjust his chastity cage; the second present from his mystery woman.
"You can't do that every time you see a girl," Laura exclaimed, although secretly delighted that the uncomfortably tight shorts were having the desired effect.
Brad looked gorgeous in his designer jeans and blue shirt with the upturned collar, even if his dreamy eyes were looking out from the jumble of bike locks. As promised, he had prepared brunch with a wonderful smell of coffee in the air. Laura discretely eased the white fabric out from between her cheeks and tried to free her twisted underwear before sitting down at the table.
Laura held her coffee cup to her lips, sipping slowly as she shook her head to make her brown wavy hair frame her face, "Still wearing your bike locks?" she smiled, her brown eyes dancing excitedly.
"They're really in fashion," Brad clattered.
"Oh, so it's not because some girl locked them on and disappeared with the keys?"
"No, they're cool."
"Glad you like them."
Laura intentionally let her napkin fall to the floor and watched as Brad reached down to pick it up, only for the locks to clatter into his neck, "Okay, they're heavy," he moaned.
Laura smiled sympathetically, "Come here, let me look."
Brad dropped down on to his knees and bowed his head, sighing happily as Laura slid her hands inside his shirt to massage his strong tense shoulders, "Oh, that feels nice," he breathed.
"Come closer..."
Brad's head was now between his neighbour's legs as Laura's hands pressed into his back. She pulled one hand out of his shirt and wrapped her fingers around one of the bike locks.
"I can lead you around like this," she trembled, pulling him towards her and slowly and surreptitiously closing her thighs. With Brad held in place, she continued to massage his shoulders, enjoying the warm contours of his muscled body.
Brad was also enjoying her touch, the warmth of her legs and the scent of her perfume, and his eyes blinked dreamily as she released her grip, "Wow!" he smiled, his hands once more on his metal crotch.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Laura whispered breathily, "Your crazy friend left a key in my letter box."
Brad watched transfixed as Laura pushed her fingers into the front pocket of her shorts. She had practiced the big reveal at home, but the hot tight shorts and trembling hands made it harder, "It's in here somewhere," she giggled nervously.
"Now you tell me?" Brad smiled, his cock again reacting to Laura's body and the shorts.
"Hey, I can always put it back in my pocket!" Laura teased, sticking out her tongue.
"As much as I would enjoy watching that," Brad smiled, dropping back on to his knees, "I'm not sure it would ever come out again."
"You don't like my shorts?"
"Just unlock me, please?"
Laura rattled his locks, sliding the high security key into each keyhole in turn until it finally turned. The double deadbolts released, and she eased the lock free from his neck.
"Thank you," Brad breathed, kissing her in gratitude. Laura was becoming sexier by the minute and that was causing havoc in his cock cage, "Will you stay? Maybe watch a movie?"
"Sure," she beamed.
Laura swung her hips as her long legs led the way to the lounge. Surely Brad would notice her bottom in her specially chosen shorts.
"What's in your back pocket?"
Yes! She giggled nervously as he caught up with her and kissed her neck. She could feel his hands caress her body, exploring the shape of her hips and butt. She turned and kissed his lips before sinking down into the soft sofa.
The bike locks clanked annoying around his neck, enforcing an upright posture and making it difficult for Brad to turn his head. A humiliation only enhanced as Laura giggled every time she looked at him.
"If only there was some way to take those off," she smiled.
"Yes, if only we had the keys..."
"Mmm, keys," Laura grinning, laying back against the armrest, unbuckling her shoes and poking her bare feet in front of Brad's face, "I did release one of your locks," she toyed with persuasive eyes.
"Just one," Brad reminded her.
"Well, maybe if you're good..."
Brad took her feet in his hands and kissed them, processing the smell of the leather and the woman's scent. With his lips still pressed into her soles, he looked up to see Laura adjusting her shorts which were again riding up between her legs.
"Well, you've been touching yourself all day," she replied accusingly.
Brad smiled and pressed his fingers into her soles. Laura lay back, moaning quietly against closed lips. Her smile became even wider. It was dreamlike being in Brad's apartment and having his full attention. Her eyes blinked closed and her hips seemed to move on their own.
Her lips curled into a smile as she listened to Brad struggling with his locks; the mental cruelty was beautiful. She felt his fingers explore her calves and then move higher as they explored her slim and toned inner thigh muscles. She tensed her core, thrusting slightly as he touched the tight wrinkled white cotton that encircled her waist.
"Oh wow..." Laura mouthed, arching her back and rolling on to her front.
She laughed as the locks all clattered forward and Brad stopped, moaned and tried to realign his restraints. It was such a cool way to humble someone, funny, humiliating and totally inescapable without the keys. Maybe she could keep Brad like this forever?
She felt his kisses climb the back of her leg; his warm breath combined with the feel of the smooth steel. He was now kissing the back pocket of her shorts. Fuck, a man was kissing her butt. She knew what he wanted, but having tempted him just a little, Laura swung her legs on to the floor and sat up.
Brad looked disappointed as the key disappeared beneath her, but then watched open mouthed as Laura stood up and pulled her black top over her head and clear of her long wavy hair that flickered with static. She looked down hopefully at her modest breasts pressed together in her new black bra. She was trembling.
"Maybe there are more to find?"
"Wow!" Brad gasped.
He staggered to his feet and kissed her, his fingers circling her bosom and the key that was clinched between her breasts.
"Opps, how did the key get there?" Laura smiled nervously. She a gave a breathy moan as Brad's fingers tingled down her back.
Laura moaned in delight, as Brad kissed her breasts and then eased them free of her bra so that he could kiss her nipples. The key dropped to the floor and Laura's toes mischievously flicked it out of reach.
