James opened the front door to see Kate standing on the step. Wild blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail, white tee shirt and the same old worn blue jeans.
"James!" she beamed as if surprised to see him.
He led her inside where she dropped down on to the white sofa, looking admiringly around the large room and then equally admiringly at James.
"Coffee?" he asked, relieved that she had not yet tried to kiss or undress him.
Kate then stood up and pulled and rubbed the front of her jeans as if adjusting something, "Your lady can be very persuasive," she sighed.
James smiled knowingly, he had certainly suffered many things as a result of Belinda's smile, her looks and her charm. He spent much of his life at 'Belinda's Pleasure.'
Kate started to unbutton and pull down her worn blue jeans.
"No, not this time Katie."
"No chance of that. Your woman has locked me in this fucking chastity belt?"
"Fuck! Why?" James exclaimed as he crouched down and looked in amazement at the steel belt that encircled Kate's slim waist. The plate at the front pressed against her body, covering her entire genitalia, before pulling up tightly between her legs and back up between her cheeks. There was one high security lock buried into the front of the belt that locked it all in place.
"Too much drink and too much fucking so I need to get my life back on track," Kate announced, "Belinda's helping me."
"Well this should sort the 'fucking' part," James replied.
James was still crouched down, looking at the belt as Kate ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and pulled him a little closer.
"I like how interested you are in my predicament," Kate purred, her legs apart and James's head even closer.
"You're less dangerous like this," he smiled.
"Like a dog with a muzzle?" Kate replied, thinking back to the time that she handcuffed James and forced him to give her head.
"Guess you don't have the key then?" James breathed, moving away from Kate's pale thighs that were now dangerously close to his neck.
"Last seen in the back pocket of Belinda's jeans," Kate said dejectedly.
"Well you lucked out as they were last seen on Belinda's hips," James joked as he stood up and went off to make the coffee.
James returned with two cups of coffee and looked over at Kate who was sitting opposite him with her jeans still down by her ankles, her legs apart and her bare feet up on the sofa.
"Maybe put your jeans back on?" he suggested.
"Why? I'm a fucking eunuch," Kate replied, her cute looks and wild blonde hair seemingly at a loss without the use of a female body to tease and torment.
She shifted forward on the sofa and pulled a short length of chain and a small combination padlock from her brown leather handbag, "Wanna play a game?" she asked, beckoning James back to the floor in front of her.
"No way Katie!"
"Oh, but the things I know about you," she smiled.
James crossed his legs and tried to look cool for a few seconds before deciding that it was better to keep the crazy blonde on side. He checked his watch and then knelt down in front of her, letting the woman pull his face up against her chastity belt.
Kate then wrapped the chain around the back of James's neck and used the combination padlock to attach both ends to the metal loop that was fixed to the crotch of her chastity belt. With her pale fingers still hiding the combination, she spun the four dials.
"We're permanently connected," Kate exclaimed, lying back on the sofa, "And I don't even have to trap you between my thighs!" Her Irish accent always seemed stronger when she was aroused.
"Want me to bring you to orgasm?" James asked as he tapped the belt.
"Fuck you James," she smiled, "Remember, if I don't tell you the combination to this lil lock before your lady returns then you'll be wearing one of these too!"
James wrapped his arms around Kate's waist and used his strength to stand up, lifting the lithe blonde into the air. Kate shrieked with excitement and clung tightly to his head, blindfolding him with her body
"Got a girl stuck to your head!" she laughed uncontrollably as he walked a few stepped before lowering her back down on to the sofa, "Oh this is so much fun, the man of my dreams chained to my crotch!"
Kate tried to push her fingers underneath the front plate of her chastity belt, but couldn't reach where she needed to be. James was also aroused, as she knew he would be, and was now kissing the belt, the sight of his gorgeous face and his breathe steaming against the steel was surreal. His lips were exactly where her clit would have been and her mind was struggling to process why she wasn't in ecstasy.
"Fucking belt!" she screamed, her anger making James look up at her wild blue eyes.
"Well chaining me to your crotch probably isn't helping," James spoke calmly, trying to diffuse her tension.
"Oh fuck James, I want you!"
James could sense her pain and grabbed her butt and pulled her against his face and pushed his lips against the warm steel, "Oh yes, keep trying," she moaned, her hips working against his rough face.
She watched as James turned his head to the side and tried to blow his warm breathe beneath the belt. Fuck, still no sensation. In her frustration, she wrapped her thighs around his waiting neck and lay down on the sofa, hugging a cushion into her body. James was now kissing her legs, trying to comfort her while discretely turning the dials on the combination padlock.
"Katie sweetie, what's your code?" he asked.
She didn't reply.
"Please, Belinda will be home soon."
"Keep kissing my leg, it's nice," she sniffed, tightening her grip and forcing a moan out of her captive. It was a dreamlike experience, a fantasy but without the intense sexual feeling. At least James was trapped. His touch still felt wonderful, his fingers had now ventured to her butt, and she loved the power and the knowledge that he would stay with her until she decided to release him.
Twenty minutes later and James had given up on the padlock and was now trying to push his fingers under her chastity belt. She smiled through damp eyes; keep a boy there long enough and his cock will always take over.
James tried to lift Kate from the sofa but before he could stand up she tightened her legs and within seconds he was gasping for air. He lost balance and she dragged his neck with her as she rolled to the floor, "No escaping me darling," she breathed.
"Fuck, you're a sexy girl, but you can't keep me chained down here forever," James panted, her thighs feeling increasingly sexy around his neck.
"Why not, it would be a wonderful way to live," she replied, "You're like a dog on a very short lead."
James was again turning the dials, randomly with no real hope of unlocking Kate's padlock, "Please Kate," he begged, "Belinda will be home soon!"
Kate moaned as she stretched out over the white rug, her hips twisting and turning, dragging James's head whichever way they went.
