Sophie had said that she would sleep with a smile on her face, but the excitement of having James locked up meant that she couldn't sleep at all. Her slim naked body was just too aroused, and she tossed and turned under the sheet. There were just too many things she could do with the house to herself and the only other occupant locked away in a totally escape proof wooden box to which she had the only key. She had complete power over him and he would stay in his tiny prison cell until she decided.
Still completely naked, Sophie tiptoed back into the lounge and peered into the box through the small four inch square opening. James was fast asleep; he seemed calm and relaxed despite his total incarceration. That almost didn't seem fair. She closed the cover on the small opening and lay down on the box, her ear pressed to the small grille at one end of the lid.
She lay there focusing on his gentle breathing and his scent wafting up from the dark confines. She rolled on to her back with her legs open and imagined James on top of her. It was maddening that even with complete control over him, she couldn't force him to make love to her. Maybe if she left him in there for long enough she could fuck with his mind and maybe he would fall for her. She sat up and placed her naked butt on the grille, all but sealing off his air. Now his air was scented with her pussy and maybe that would brainwash him as he slept.
*
After a sleepless night, Sophie woke early, showered and dressed in her new and expensive lingerie, deep pink silk bra and panties, and tiptoed excitedly into the lounge. She turned on the music and hummed along as she made coffee.
Despite little sleep she felt alive and she skipped and spun around the kitchen, occasioning risking a glance across to the padlocked box.
"Sophie?"
She stopped still, bit her lip and listened to the muffled calls from the lounge. She slinked sexily up to the box and slid back the bolt and opened the small hatch. Her big brown eyes gazed inside, framed discretely by long chestnut hair brushed and styled with the natural curl flicking up at the ends.
"You look beautiful," James smiled painfully.
Her whole body glowed.
"But could I have the keys to these cuffs," he panted, "they are killing my shoulders."
"Why did you want to be cuffed anyway?" Sophie asked, trembling as she bounced gently on her haunches.
James sighed, "Wasn't sure I could trust myself."
Sophie beamed at the compliment and let out an inadvertent giggle as she stood up to show off her deep pink lingerie that was pulling perfectly around her lithe body.
"Exactly," James panted.
"Well can I trust you now?" Sophie teased as she bobbed back down in front of the hole to gazed again into his gorgeous eyes, her excitement making it impossible for her to be still.
His eyes certainly portrayed pain, not surprising as that she had left him locked up for so long, but also a wonderful look of adoration as if he was desperate to please her, as if he was talking to his queen. She tossed the handcuff keys inside and sat on the lid stroking herself as she listened to him struggle beneath her.
"I'm playing football today," he finally called, "kick off at ten."
"Are you...?"
"Oh fuck," he whispered.
Sophie sighed, why wasn't he obsessed with her? If she didn't unlock him, he wouldn't be playing anything, ever. His muscled arm was now reaching through the small hatch and pulling at the padlock.
"Soph, I'll need you to unlock these," he called.
She crossed her legs and sat in silence.
"Soph?"
His hand slowly moved from the padlock to her feet and his strong fingers worked beautifully into her tight muscles. When she still didn't reply, his hand moved up to her calf muscles. Sophie was now smiling as she uncrossed her legs and slid her deep pink underwear forward on the smooth varnished lid.
"Soph?" he called again, this time his fingers caressing her thighs.
Sophie was now perched right on the edge of the box, her legs wide, her eyes transfixed on James's fingers that were reluctantly exploring her body.
James couldn't see what he was doing and accidentally brushed across her panties. Sophie let out a cry of pleasure.
"Keep going..." she breathed, "... if you want me to unlock the box."
Sophie watched his fingers return to her crotch and gently massaged the damp silk stretched between her legs. His hands were so sexy, and it took all her will power not to touch. Suddenly she pulled her panties to one side, but James stopped as soon as he realised that her was touching her wet vagina.
"You really want me to flush your keys down the toilet," she panted.
Sophie closed her eyes as his fingers continued their magic.
*
Shortly after James left for football, there was a knock at the door and Sophie ran off, still dressed in only underwear, and peered carefully through the spy hole. Seeing that it was Kate, she unlocked and open the door.
"Nice outfit," Kate smiled as she walked in and followed Sophie into the lounge. Wearing a short blue patterned dress, Kate sat down on the sofa with Sophie sitting provocatively on the arm next to her.
"Bel... I mean your mum said to come here to collect something for my date," Kate sighed, embarrassed at having to ask a twenty-year-old girl for the key to her chastity belt, "I think it's in her lingerie drawer," Kate whispered.
Before Kate could move, Sophie jumped up and ran to her mum's bedroom and soon found the single silver key.
"Why do you deserve to be let out," Sophie bubbled, the key tightly held inside her clenched fist.
"Shit, you know what it's for, don't you?" Kate sighed.
"Yeah... it's so cool," Sophie giggled excitedly.
Kate held out a slim hand to take the key, but Sophie had already dropped it into the front of her pants. Kate could feel the anger and frustration welling up inside her. She was not going to beg to be let out chastity by a girl in fucking pink pants.
"Soph," she said louder than she intended, "give me the key sweetie!"
Sophie was biting her lip nervously as she flicked her head so that her hair covered half of her face. She was smiling nervously as she held Kate's key between her fingers, willing Kate to try to take it from her.
"This is about trust Soph, it's not a game," Kate whispered as calmly as she could.
With Sophie still not giving up her key, Kate grabbed and twisted her wrist and pulled her over to the bed. Sophie cried out in excitement as she Kate forced her on to her back and knelt down straddling her waist.
"I want to see it," Sophie babbled, lifting Kate's dress and running her fingers over Kate's tightly locked steel belt.
"Happy?" Kate cried, "Yes I', locked up in fucking steel pants!"
"Oh I love it!" Sophie panted, "It must feel amazing."
Kate slid forward on to Sophie's bare waist to make sure the annoying girl couldn't run away, and then reached behind her and teasingly ran a manicured finger up between Sophie's legs. Sophie cried out in delight, her body writhing and twisting beneath the blonde.
"That feels amazing," Kate said, "Being locked inside this belt is just cruel."
Kate sat more heavily on Sophie's waist, annoyed that her key was still in this naïve girl's pants, but Sophie was still laughing as if this was just a game.
Kate then stood up and led the hyped up girl by the hand through the courtyard and into one of the original prison cells. There was a pair of handcuffs hanging from a chain in the middle of the room and Sophie forcefully pulled Kate's hands above her head and snapped the cuffs closed around her wrists.
Only once it was too late did Sophie see the edge in Kate's determined blue eyes as she walked around her manacled prey. She plucked the key out of Sophie's slutty underwear and walked off without saying another word.
Kate shut the bathroom door and unlocked herself from the belt. She showered and then redressed in new black silk lingerie. The soft material just glided up her legs and felt so soft and sensuous between her thighs and for the first time in over week she could stroked herself. The feeling was intense, and she leaned her long blonde hair against the large mirror as she explored her long forgotten body.
When she returned to the cell, Sophie was still hanging helplessly from the middle of the room, writhing as she tried in vain to stimulate herself. She still didn't realise how pissed Kate had been with her little tease.
Growing up, Sophie had always idolised Kate, she was cool and fun and brought her presents. However, Kate had been a tough bitch long before she had become the cool aunty in the short dress.
"There has to be a special relationship with the key holder," Kate lectured as she again ran a finger between Kate's legs, "Shall we try?"
"On me!" Sophie exclaimed as Kate positioned the steel around her waist.
"There has to be trust," Kate continued, her short flared dress riding up, "because the key holder takes so much from her victim."
Sophie was now fighting against the handcuffed that held her prisoner. What was Katie doing? She glanced down as Kate pulled the belt up between her legs forcing her beloved pink pants deep between her cheeks.
The women were of similar builds and after a small adjustment, the belt held the brunette just as tightly as it had held the blonde. Kate was still looking at her sternly as she released Sophie from the handcuffs and let the bewildered girl explore her new chastity belt with her favourite panties now trapped inside with her.
"Fuck, I'm really locked in!" Sophie cried, twisting and turning as if easing a tight pair of jeans down over her hips. She stopped and looked at Kate, unsure whether she loved or hated what the crazy blonde had done to her.
