Kate needed time out. A break from the wrong men, sex and alcohol; all things she was hopelessly drawn towards. Time under Belinda's control was the perfect answer and Kate had been buzzing ever since she had signed Belinda's totally unenforceable and unnecessarily explicit contract.
Belinda had set the term of imprisonment at one month and although it was very much consensual, Kate knew that asking for early release would be challenging.
The first evening was surprisingly vanilla. Belinda, James and Kate had been out for dinner and it was after midnight when they returned. They had chatted as friends, but with the intriguing prospect of Kate as their prisoner.
"Whiskey anyone?" James called from the kitchen.
Kate was about to answer when she caught Belinda's smouldering brown eyes with their unmistakable 'bedtime for you' look.
"Not for me," Kate replied, still gazing at Belinda.
It had been a smart restaurant and Kate was wearing a short red cocktail dress and heels, and Belinda a strapless grey patterned dress, tight from her breasts to her waist.
Kate giggled excitedly as Belinda took her hand and led her across the courtyard to her new bedroom that had been set up in the old prison cell. Belinda loved interior design and Kate's new home was very much in her style, soft warm furnishings contrasting with concrete walls and steel bars.
The main piece of furniture was a large ornate box with a door at the front.
"It's a box-bed," Belinda breathed, her silky voice echoing around Kate's new home, "they were very popular in medieval times."
"Mine has a bolt on the outside," Kate whispered, sliding it back and opening the box to see the small bed made up inside.
Back in her chastity belt, Kate libido was crying out for attention. Now in the privacy of her cell, Kate pushed a hand under Belinda's dress and up between her legs. Sensing the lust in Kate's eyes, Belinda let her friend explore her body and retaliated by teasing Kate's nipples through her blatantly sexual dress.
"Can we make out?" Kate asked hopefully.
Belinda lips pushed against Kate's open mouth, "No... this is exactly why I have to lock you up in a small box."
Kate cried out in excitement as she slid out of her heels and climbed through the small door and into the box.
"You look like a doll," Belinda smiled, crouching down and poking her head inside to see Kate and her red dress curled up on the white sheets.
"Are you going to play with me?"
"No one is, sweetie" Belinda replied a little meanly, reaching under Kate's dress to check that the chastity belt was still locked, "that's why we're keeping you like this."
Kate sighed wistfully through the small opening.
"So, like a doll, you don't have a clit," Belinda whispered.
Kate looked disheartened as she whispered, "Can I play with yours?"
Belinda paused, the thought of the helpless woman's tongue against her vagina was enticing. No. James and his lips would be waiting for her upstairs so she simply swung the thick wooden door closed and slid across the bolt.
"No, Bel!" came a desperate voice from inside the box, "I can do anything for you?"
Belinda swished her dark hair back out of her eyes and sighed, unsure whether she felt arousal or pity. The banging inside the box grew louder and Kate's pleads were making Belinda smile.
"Okay," she called, reopening the box.
Kate stretched out an arm to touch Belinda's partly transparent grey dress, its tight cut and short hem barely hiding the woman beneath.
"I really am going to lock you in now," Belinda sighed.
"But you look so nice..."
"Stockholm syndrome so soon?"
"I'm going to spend the night in a fucking box!" Kate moaned.
Belinda was getting worrying aroused by Kate's pleading eyes.
"Don't shut me away yet?" Kate pleaded.
"Fuck Kate, this is why you're here in the first place!"
Belinda blew the blonde a kiss and again closed and bolted the box. Kate immediately started to hammer against the inside of the heavy wood, "Please Bel?" she moaned.
Belinda looked down at the goose bumps on her long bare lengths. This was gorgeous. She checked that James wasn't watching before hitching up her dress and sitting down on top of the box with the small three-inch wide air hole showing between her legs.
"Do you see the air hole..." Belinda called.
Suddenly the banging stopped as Kate's fingers popped out by her crotch.
Kate's manicured fingertips stroked the smooth white satin that pulled between Belinda's legs and then reached inside to touch Belinda's clit; gently back and forth with her long-painted nails sending a thrill through Belinda's body.
"Last night I made love to a man," Kate boasted.
Belinda shook her head, eased her hips up and rocked them further forward. Kate's fingers felt amazing. Kate was moaning in unison even though certain pieces of locked metal wrapping around the most intimate areas of Kate's body made orgasm impossible.
"How did cope with a man," Belinda called, "... if touching my pants does this to you?" Belinda climaxed only moments later.
She lifted up, swooped her dress clear and sat down on the box's only airhole, her round bottom sealing it.
"It's gone dark," Kate called, as if surprised.
"I don't doubt it."
Not wanting to reopen the box and risk more pleading from her pent-up friend, Belinda knelt down and peered through the air hole, "I have to go now, Katie."
"Okay."
"The first night may be long, sweetie. You may feel alone, and we won't hear you from our bedroom."
"I'll play with myself," Kate called back.
"Not much to have play with," Belinda replied sympathetically.
Kate was silent. She loved the feel of the chastity belt, but it did make her feel like a manikin, unable to please or tease anyone. She sighed quietly inside her box, well aware that her chastity key was one of several pendants that hung between Belinda's breasts, threatening to drop into her cleavage at any point.
"How does it feel?" Belinda asked.
Kate let out a long moan of pleasure. She was beautifully exhausted from the excitement and her eyes were already closing. Yes, she would have loved to play with Belinda some more, but she also loved the feeling of being safe inside the locked box.
*
The next morning Belinda strode into Kate's cell and used a single finger to push back the bolt on Kate's box. Kate had been in a deep sleep and only woke to the sound of Belinda relocking the cell door behind her.
Kate felt tingly as she remembered where she was and a little disappointed that her box was no longer locked. She clambered out and climbed wobbling to her stockinged feet.
"Belinda?" she called quietly through the grating of her locked cell door..
Using only the dim light that streamed in through the small observation grille, Kate washed in her small basin and re-dressed in her new red flared dress and black heels. She brushed her hair and added make up to complete the look. For once she felt well rested and excited, and gorgeously sexy.
She sat down on top of the box that had held her securely all night and waited, her posture perfect, fidgeting excitedly as she imagined the clanging and grating of Belinda unlocking her door.
She heard footsteps in the courtyard outside and dashed to the grille to see Belinda dressed in blue jeans and a tight white top, seemingly preoccupied on her phone.
"Hi Bel," Kate called, hoping to be noticed. Her dimly lit face peering through the black steel grate.
"Hi sweetie..." Belinda replied as she opened the small food hatch at the bottom of the cell door and handed Kate a coffee and croissant.
