"What was that darling?" James's muffled voice called.
"Your phone... a text," Belinda replied as her red lips sipped slowly on a cup of peppermint tea.
It was Sunday afternoon and James and Belinda were lying on the couch, both tightly strapped into Belinda's face sitting shorts. These were cute red leather shorts, but with a difference. A thick leather strap encircled Belinda's taut waist, ensuring that the shiny garment pulled tightly over her body and fitted snugly over her hips and bottom.
Integrated into the design was a hood at the back of the shorts that enclosed James's head with yet another thick leather strap encircling his neck. It was beautiful and sleek garment designed for the sole purpose of ensuring that James's face and the lower part of Belinda's bottom remained in constant contact. James's world was now reduced to a tiny dark space dominated by Belinda's bottom, her crotch and her black silk panties.
"Is it from my client?" James called, every word sending waves of tickles into Belinda's bottom.
"Yes."
"I need to answer that."
Belinda unhelpfully handed the phone to her sexy, but headless man, and giggled.
James loved how she enjoyed his imprisonment, but it could be both sexy and infuriating. He reached up and tried to unbuckle the strap around Belinda's waist and then the strap around his neck.
"You've padlocked these!" he exclaimed.
"I always do," she replied nonchalantly, playing with her hair, gorgeously ambivalent to the guy she was tormenting.
"I never knew that."
"You've never tried to escape before," she replied as she pulled her knees up to her chest and watched the leather pull even tighter around her hips.
"No..." James tried to call before her actions forced his face even deeper between her cheeks, his lips straitjacketed by her bottom.
"Sorry darling I missed that," she called with a mean sense of satisfaction on her shiny lips.
She pulled her knees up even further, the small hairs on her arms standing on end with excitement as James's incoherent moans became more muffled and more desperate. He tried to pull her legs back down but with no oxygen left inside his hot leather and silk cell he soon stopped. With his life once more in Belinda's hands, he waited for his woman to release him.
"I don't want to escape," James panted as Belinda stretched out her long-toned legs.
"I know darling..."
Belinda felt a surge of power and satisfaction as she leaned up on one arm and played aimlessly with James's rock hard cock. It felt wonderful to be protecting the man she loved, keeping him totally safe and totally hers, locked in a constant state of arousal.
"My panties are locked inside there too... and they're not trying to escape," she teased.
James thought back to the friend's wedding they had been to the day before and Belinda's sheer silk dress that seemed to float on her body. He had slipped his hand up her thigh and playfully slapped her butt which bounced freely inside the briefest of thongs. If he had been her thong last night, he certainly wouldn't have tried to escape. These shorts were a whole different level of security.
"We're both very happy in here," James breathed.
"Good, because there's no parole from this jail," she sighed contentedly as she took back the phone, "Now do you want me to say?"
James dictated his response and then relaxed, still surprised that Belinda had padlocked him in. Belinda's butt had always turned him on, right from the first day he had met her at the gaol and this was just as well as his current situation was hugely claustrophobic. The locks only made his feelings more intense and the compulsion to kiss her bottom even more real.
"If I'd know you were in this mood, I wouldn't have worn pants," Belinda moaned dreamily as she stretched out on the couch.
"If I'd know you were going to lock me in, I'd have cleared my diary for a week,"
James stretched out over the other half of the large sofa, his cock hard and ready for Belinda's touch. He pulled his head down as far as he could and reached his tongue forward to slowly stroke Belinda's vagina.
Belinda was floating as he worked his magic inside her shorts. Their bodies were both totally alive, Belinda's hips were moving in rhythm to James's touch, with his body also tensing and straining in pleasure. Despite the power of their combined arousal, the shorts were unyielding, holding them both permanently together
Belinda loved tight leather and particularly these shorts. They made her feel 'one' with James, totally connected and totally in tune. It was as if they were combined, with her being the eyes and the mind and James the sexy body to make her feel and powerful and loved. In her fantasies they would be joined like this forever, wrapped inside magically unbreakable leather to which there was no key.
"Maybe Kate should look after our keys for a few hours?" she said, pushing back stray brunette hair that tossed wildly as she had climaxed.
"Kate lost her house keys twice last week," James panted.
Belinda smiled at the thought, "Would that be a problem?"
"I could drive you crazy in here," James teased, his tongue flicking against her pussy.
"My thighs are still wrapped around your neck, darling," Belinda's voice was becoming all too dreamy as James's tongue ventured inside her, "Your life is only ever a squeeze away from ending..."
Belinda ran her nails along her thighs enjoying the tickling sensation. Her legs would never hurt James, but still the illicit wicked thought intrigued her. She could wrap her legs together and squeeze. She could pull her knees into her body to cut his air giving James's only seconds to try and escape. He wouldn't have a chance and would die between her legs. Oh fuck, she could feel the arousal building and James's gorgeous touch was as promised driving her crazy. She quickly reached down for his cock as they brought each other to orgasm.
With Belinda's thighs abstaining from their mischievous thoughts, the two of them lay together in the late afternoon sunlight, with Belinda's fingers circling the thick leather hood that contained her lover's head.
Still wanting to tease the boy that she fancied, Belinda tightened her gym toned and sun tanned legs around his neck and arched her back. James's face disappeared further into her bottom and she tensed and released her cheeks to playfully tease her lover.
"Your bum has a life of its own," James mumbled between clenches.
"Does it?" Belinda asked innocently.
"It just keeps mov..." James mumbled before being engulfed once more.
They were both giggling as James ran his hands over Belinda's hips, trying to find a way into her shorts. All the time, her butt continued to squeeze and play with his face, cutting off his air and distorting his speech at its whim.
"Stop it!" he laughed, helpless to prevent her attention.
"Well then..."
Belinda relaxed and opened her legs. It felt increasingly damp inside her shorts with her arousal mixed with perspiration mixed with what was left of James's saliva. To say the air was heavily scented must have been an understatement and the fragrance of her body would cling to James's face for weeks. She was inflicting a hugely cruel punishment, but from his constant moans of pleasure and rock hard cock she guessed that cruel was good.
She rolled her hips forward, again putting his tongue in reach of her vagina. Again he was inside her, teasing her lips as the temperature increased still further. She started thrusting as she came closer and James's head had to follow her every movement like an obedient dog.
He lay panting, the taste of the woman across his face, but at least her bottom was still. He kissed the damp silk that now barely contained her round ass and nestled in between her cheeks to relax. But seconds later, Belinda's fingers were around his cock and he cried out in pleasure as he climaxed, his words lost into her ever present butt.
"Oh fuck Bel..." he moaned repeatedly as she wiped him clean.
Belinda lay on her side, pulled her legs up in the semi foetal position and closed her eyes. James had been trying to talk, but now he was muted, pinned back into his rightful place deep inside her red leather shorts. Trapped in constant sensory deprivation, James lay still and with his sexual energy released and his head still secured, he drifted off to sleep.
*
James woke to the sound of Belinda and Kate talking and the feel of the ever present scented, sultry air inside his lungs.
"Hello?" James mumbled into Belinda's butt.
"Kate's here to look after our keys," Belinda called.
"Hi Kate," he panted, "Can I get a breath of air first?"
"Keys are already in my pocket, so no" Kate called.
James could feel Kate sitting astride his waist and he blindly traced his hands around her jeans, but her sitting position made the denim pull super tight around her waist, sealing off her pockets.
"I can empathise with the keys' predicament..." he replied as Belinda slapped him on the chest and he relaxed back down inside her red hot pants.
"Oh, please try harder than that," Kate begged.
"When your head's inside Belinda's shorts, you do what Belinda says," he breathed.
Kate looked disappointed and tried to cheer herself up by playing with James's penis only to have her hand slapped away by Belinda. Kate was now in a mock sulk as she sat astride James's naked body, in her white tee-shirt and jeans and her blonde hair in a ponytail she looked like a petulant kid.
As if trying to get a glimpse of the power play that was taking place between the two women, James tried to turn his head, but this time his face wouldn't even pull out from between Belinda's cheeks, "Seems tighter," he panted.
"Kate did us up a couple of notches on the buckles," Belinda replied.
