James was exhausted after meetings in two continents over five days. He had missed Belinda, he always did, and the thought of seeing her smile loomed large as he walked up to the front door.
He realised that he didn't yet have a key for the new security lock, and so had to wait patiently for her to answer the door. When she did, she was wearing only a sheer white blouse that was only partially buttoned up, and through which he could see her white lingerie. Thick dark hair framed her face, partially covering her glossed lips that James was desperate to kiss.
"Hi Bel..." he smiled, stepping in to kiss her lips.
She smiled teasingly and held out a hand instead.
"I've missed you..." he whispered, his lips touching her manicured hand.
"Good..." she smiled. Her eyes smouldered and her breathing was deep.
"I've missed those lips..."
Belinda's smile broadened and she fought to hold back a mischievous giggle as she looked across to the scold's bridle. James felt his cock harden further as she silently picked it up.
"You dress like that and deny me a kiss?" James breathed, swallowing hard.
The arousal in Belinda's eyes was blatant as she placed the heavy steel frame around James's head, with its large three-inch steel prong pushing into her lover's mouth. She was only inches away and licked her lips as the metal plate pushed home to completely seal James's mouth. She positioned the rest of the heavy cage around his head and then snapped a large padlock through the hasp behind his head.
As she pulled her arms back, James reached for her hands, but they were empty.
"I don't have the key..." she whispered.
James jolted with nervous excitement. Belinda had talked about using locks for which she didn't have the keys. Had she just locked him in something that, for tonight at least, was permanent?
Belinda rested her hand against the steel plate that had once been James's lips, but all James could do was to moan quietly into the phallic prong. She loved how she had reduced him to a prisoner who could only express his feeling through eyes that looked lovingly back through the bars of the steel bridle.
James reached behind his head, his fingers fumbling against the padlock that was protected by the anti-cut plate. There was no way he was going to escape the bridle that she had had custom made to perfectly fit his face. His jaw was totally locked. As well as the prong, the device curved down around his chin to prevent his mouth from opening further.
"Perfect," Belinda whispered. It was the first word she had spoken since James had returned, "A man who can't speak..." Belinda stepped in and touched her lips against the steel plate.
With James inside the bridle, Belinda's mood changed. She unbuttoned her blouse, but then took a step back, as if intimidated by the tall man in front of her. James kicked off his black Italian shoes, his suit and shirt and lifted Belinda into the air where her legs instantly wrapped and locked around his waist. He had already penetrated her by the time he lay her down on their bed.
"That's never coming off," Belinda moaned, hoping her words would make him thrust even harder, "... you're fucked..." she mouthed with a smile, his cock feeling enormous inside her.
They made love again before James rolled the insatiable brunette away so he could catch his breath, sucking air in through his nose.
She seemed to be in a strange mood, playful but as if thoughts were smouldering inside. For a man desperate to talk, the bridle was the cruellest form of punishment. He wanted to tease her and explore the thoughts behind her sexy eyes, but ever since she had squeezed the padlock shut, he could do no more than utter guttural moans.
James ran his sealed lips across her naked body, tickling her while searching for the key. Belinda often hid key on her body, a reward for his intimate worship, but she was already naked, with no key in sight.
*
Belinda lay down on his body and stroked his dark hair, she couldn't put off asking any longer.
"Darling... I think Kate should live with us for a while," she whispered hesitantly, "she's a mess... drinking and fucking him again."
James loved the way her tongue played with the words and let Belinda's lilting voice roll over him before moaning incoherently once more.
"Is that okay?" she asked meekly, her eyes changing from insatiable lust to cute uncertainty.
James breathed noisily as the prong continued to hold him under its control, well aware that he couldn't say another word without Belinda's approval. The fact that her approval could be hours, or even days, away was both scary and exciting.
He hadn't answered her question, but then had she really expected a response? Belinda climbed on to all fours and then sat down, pinning his erect cock in place beneath her. With his cock feeling nice between her bare cheeks, she continued to explain why she wanted Kate to move in, taking her time with her words, knowing that James couldn't reply.
Despite its arousal, James's cock was failing to break free from between Belinda's cheeks, but the crushing sensation was weirdly addictive. He was fine with Belinda's plan for Kate and even happier that she had gone to these lengths to win his approval. Only Belinda would choose to lock someone into an inescapable gag before negotiating, and the sight of her discussing with a mute may James smile.
He nodded.
"Thank you darling," Belinda beamed, "it will be fun... and good for Kate," she quickly added.
James pointed at the steel plate that covered his mouth and gave Belinda his best pleading eyes.
"Mmm... that is a big phallic prong in your mouth," Belinda giggled, "a bit like a penis."
James eyes widen ready to challenge her, but she quickly grabbed his cock as if controlling a dog by its leash. James halted in anticipation of what Belinda's fingers might do next. Her stroking felt nice, but he still wanted to kiss her. "Eee?" he moaned hopefully.
*
Belinda pulled her panties back on and skipped to the bathroom. She returned, still breathless, and flopped down on to the bed beside James.
"A man that doesn't talk is kinda sexy..." she giggled.
Her lips, now with a fresh coat of gloss, looked so tempting, but the prong seemed to pin James to the freshly washed sheets.
"And this is slightly kinder than supergluing your mouth," Belinda giggled again.
James sighed; he wasn't sure. Belinda was a very sensual woman whose fantasies and desires were just so contagious. If she wanted something, he could rarely resist and the steel prong in his mouth was quickly becoming a proxy for Belinda's control.
Belinda had missed her power rush and the look of vulnerability in James's eyes gave her a wonderful feeling. Being unable to talk, especially for an uber articulate man like James, was totally incapacitating.
There was also a wonderful sense of almost medieval shame, heightened by the role reversal of a man being locked up by a woman. A shame amplified by the woman's lingerie clad body, with lace and silk swooping down between her legs that now seemed to be drawing her attention away from the cruel predicament that she had imposed on her helpless man.
"Do you like these pants?" she asked rhetorically.
