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 discrete 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. Bare foot 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 imagined 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 on to 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 kept 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 on to 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 on to 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 helplessly 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 discretely 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 love making.
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 breathe 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.
