Belinda had just showered and dressed when Kate knocked on the door. She could hear James cries from inside the padlocked box and she reached down to open the small four inch square hatch as she skipped through the lounge. James's eyes peered through the small opening just as the fast of blur of her denim legs rushed passed and on to front door.
Kate had come straight from her evening with her new man and was still dressed in a short blue grey dress, lose and flowing with lace revealing her breasts. She was on a high, giggling and twirling on her tan heels as she walked into the lounge.
"He's so cool," Kate blurted as she flopped down on to one of the bar stool and beamed at Belinda.
"Hey girls!" James voice called from inside the padlocked box, "Can someone unlock me? The keys are just there?" James looked through his tiny hole to the padlock keys frustratingly out of reach on the coffee table. Both women turned around briefly and then Belinda slid on to the stool next to Kate to listen to her story.
They had gone to dinner and on to a club and kissed; a big thing for Kate who had spent the last month locked in a steel chastity belt. They hadn't been able to make love, as Kate still had one of Belinda's padlocks looped through her labia piercings, but even that couldn't stop the smile playing across her lips.
"Just throw the keys over... only take a second," James pleaded.
With her good mood making her unusually compassionate, Kate slipped off her stool, her short dress riding high on her damp thighs. She plucked the keys from the table, crouched down and grinned at James through the hole.
"You must meet him!" Kate smiled, tottering on her heels, her mind wondering.
"The keys?" James asked.
"Umm... oh sorry."
Belinda spun around to watch them, "Katie you know I'm putting you back into your chastity belt," she called.
Kate stopped and stood up. She was on a high, feeling sexy and alive and loving the feel of her new dress as it played with her body. Chastity had certainly helped get her life back together, but she so didn't want to closed up right then, locked away from the world and her new man.
She straightened her dress and walked back over to Belinda, with the keys still in her hand. James peered from of the gloom, transfixed by Kate's sexy walk.
"Katie?" he gasped as he lay back down inside the box and gently stroked his erect cock.
*
Kate reluctantly let Belinda lock her back inside the steel chastity belt, but with the belt now warm from Kate's body and the key warming up inside Belinda's pocket, Kate started to beg for her freedom.
"Lie down," Belinda interrupted, "You might like this..."
Kate did as her keyholder directed and looked up as Belinda placed one of the kitchen stools gently over her head. Near the base of the stool there was a horizontal support bar from which a thick three inch long prong protruded down. As Belinda lowered the stool back down, this prong pushed deep into Kate's open mouth, filling it completely, and forcing her to lie still for fear of choking her. Speaking was now totally impossible.
Belinda quite matter-of-factly sat down on the stool in her blue jeans and white tee shirt. Her hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail, her shoulders back with her breasts stretching through her top, and her posture beautifully upright. Her legs were crossed and her curves filled the clear glass panel that formed the seat, the denim spreading out under her weight.
"Most people think that prong is just ornamental," Belinda smiled aimlessly as she flicked through a magazine, "You know it isn't."
With her mind still on last night, Kate had been intrigued and aroused as the prong filled her mouth, turned on by its solid feel. It channelled Belinda's weight straight into her mouth and forced her to stare directly up at her friend's butt, open mouthed and helpless. Kate's damp eyes flicked between the underside of the glass seat and the shiny steel prong that filled her mouth entirely and to which she was now completely subservient.
She tried to imagine that she was having oral sex with her new man, but the prong was so cruelly large and immovable, and Belinda bottom resting above her so all consuming, that she could only think of being trapped by her sadist friend. She desperately wanted to tell Belinda a secret, but could do nothing but writhe in seeming pleasure beneath her.
"It's so beautifully humiliating isn't it sweetie," Belinda continued, looking over the side of the stool to the horny girl beneath her, "You're lying on the floor beneath me... you can't escape and you can't moan about your belt, but you can focusing on my bottom," she giggled.
Kate tried to nod but even that was impossible with the large steel prong protruding into her mouth.
"I'm wearing black panties underneath if you were wondering..."
Kate let out a cry of aroused frustration. She was now unbuttoning her jeans with one hand and pawing hopelessly at the front of her locked chastity belt.
"And do you know what I'm feeling inside my pants?" Belinda teased as she slid back on the stool, the back of her jeans now protruding over the edge, and unbuttoned her jeans and slipped her fingers inside.
Kate's body was writhing in frustrated arousal beneath her, with her head remaining totally pinned.
"I'm sorry sweetie," Belinda replied, buttoning her black panties back inside, "It's just so cute having you lying beneath me with your lips wide open and that beautifully phallic prong inside you."
Belinda placed her suede heels underneath the stool and watched with a smile as Kate stroked the brown material and played intently with the intricate leather stitching. "Kiss them if you like," Belinda breathed, her shoes resting gently against Kate's lips. Kate tried, but the steel slither inside her kept her mouth completely immobile.
The feeling of helplessness was coursing through Kate's body and her hips were thrusting slowly and rhythmically. She had a defeated look with puppy dog eyes that were loudly protesting her frustration. She reached up and started to pull at Belinda's jeans.
"You really want me to?" Belinda checked, "You won't be able to do anything inside your steel pants."
Belinda slowly eased herself up, kicked off her shoes and slowly unbuttoned and eased out of her jeans. It was Kate's one chance to escape from beneath the stool, but she lay patiently exploring the way the prong filled her mouth as her friend undressed.
Belinda checked that her black silk lingerie was sitting straight on her bottom before she slid back onto the glass seat. Kate's eyes growing even bigger as Belinda's butt settled into place above her, spreading out a little further without the restriction of the jeans, pushing down hard on the all showing glass.
"You sure you want me to masturbate on top of you?" Belinda asked.
Again there was a long cute, Irish intoned moan from the woman beneath her.
"Okay..."
She switched on the vibrator and placed it between her legs. Kate moaned in unison as she too felt the vibrations flow through the stool and into the steel prong.
To start with it felt as though it was just for Kate's benefit, with Belinda's moans matched by the woman writhing in pleasure beneath her, but soon Belinda started to drift off into her own amazing place, her cries resonating around the room. She freed her long hair to form a cocoon from where she could float away. Kate was gone from her mind as she thrust her hips forward and cried out in ecstasy.
Kate's body was thrusting beneath the stool, one hand clutching at her belt, the other trying to squeeze inside, her eyes focused on Belinda's bottom jiggling constantly above. It was only when Belinda's cries died down and her body relaxed that Kate realised that she wasn't even close. She stopped and gazed hopefully at the woman sitting on her stool.
"Aaaaaa...aaaaa," Kate moaned incoherently.
Belinda removed the vibrator, crossed her legs and sat there smiling.
*
When Belinda finally stood up and released Kate from the prong, the Irish blonde was in a much more obedient mood. Her eyes were dreamy as the two women drank coffee together, with Kate hugging the belt lovingly into her body. Kate still hadn't said much when she left after a further hour.
Belinda meandered back to the lounge and over to the still padlocked box where she crouched down and gazed at James through the small opening.
"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to unlock you darling, but ignoring you all morning just seemed so hot," Belinda whispered.
She stood up and pulled her white top off over her head, "Wanna come to bed?" she breathed, now unbuttoning her jeans.
"When I get out..." James growled with a smile and a look of a caged animal.
Belinda trembled as she breathed out, goose bump forming on her body. She loved the primeval sense of fear and the unknown of what James might do to her. Within minutes he would have her pinned to the bed and he would make love to her, but still she felt a sense of trepidation. She toyed with the keys, unsure whether to give them to him, or take them with her to bed.
Finally she tossed the keys within James reach and ran off giggling as James's arm reached blindly through the small hole.
*
It was a week later and Belinda had just left for a weekend away with her girlfriends. She and James had spent a lazy day in bed and James was now sprawled on the sofa aimlessly watching television. He had been in the US for most of the week with work and was enjoying the silence and the glass of whiskey.
He sighed as he heard Sophie return home and sneak apprehensively into the lounge.
"Oh," she said as she saw him, "I thought you were still away."
"Let me guess, you've invited friend around for a party?" James sighed, finishing his glass, "It okay, I'll stay out of your way."
Sophie flopped down dejectedly on to the arm of the sofa, her jeans only inches from James's head. She had told her friends that she had the place to herself, the huge entertaining area, the pool and everything. James was cool, but she still couldn't risk them seeing him.
She flicked on to a secret app on her phone and found the photo she had taken of James on his knees with his head between her legs. Just looking at the photo brought back the feel of his lips and her body. She swung around and held the phone in front of him like FBI credentials.
"I promise this will be the last time I do this to you," she smiled sweetly.
"Okay, I'm out of here," James said as struggling to his feet.
"There is another option," Sophie smiled hesitantly, walking over and perching on the edge of the heavy wooden box.
"Guess I can't ruin your party from in there."
Sophie giggled.
James sighed, "Just keep the keys with you and any sign of trouble, let me out."
*
