Sophie had returned home from university the night before. She didn't need an alarm to wake early, as she had barely slept, excited to spend time with her mum's new live-in guest.
Wearing denim shorts and a white blouse, Sophie skipped bare foot down to the old cell, one of two that remained from the old police station and were now a feature of the courtyard of their house. She peered through the small observation window, through the gloom and could just make out Kate's outline inside the open box bed. Her mum seemed to be playing a game of Russian dolls with her helpless friend.
Cool air was blowing through the main house and the courtyard, but the cell was acting as a heat trap from the day before. Sophie pulled the cell door, but it was locked; there was only one unique key that opened and locked both of the cells. Sophie traced her fingers around the empty keyhole as she imagined freeing mum's cool friend.
Growing up, she had always loved spending time with Kate. Kate's rock chick blonde hair and wild, impulsive nature made her an icon to a teenage Sophie. Sophie was now in her early twenties, but she still idolised the crazy, and increasingly troubled, woman. After months of getting worn down, Kate's need to get away from alcohol and the wrong men, had led her to surrender herself into Belinda's care.
To Sophie, even that was cool, and her chestnut ponytail bobbed rhythmically as she skipped back to the house where her mum, Belinda, was hustling around the kitchen.
"Where is the key to Kate," Sophie babbled as if asking for the keys to the car.
Belinda stopped and dried her hands, "Is she awake?"
"She will be!"
Belinda sighed. She wanted to keep Kate locked up for longer, to let the flighty blonde rest so that she could bring her completely under her control. A day with Sophie wouldn't help that cause. She wiped her hands on the soft blue denim that hugged her hips and watched Sophie rummage through the kitchen drawers in search of the key.
Belinda perched on the edge of the kitchen table to think; her favourite blue jeans moulding against the wood, stretching even tighter around her hips. Her back ached a little from her gym workout and she rolled her shoulders back, her white top stretching across her breasts.
"It's in my pocket, sweetie" Belinda exhaled, tapping the front of her jeans.
"Yeah!"
"First take her some breakfast and then we'll see."
*
Sophie ran back to the cell and called excitedly through the small grille set deep into the thick cell door.
Kate opened her eyes, slowly focused and smiled at the sound of Sophie's voice. She could see Sophie's eyes smiling through the grille, backlit by what appeared to be a beautiful day.
She tried to move but clattered to a metallic stop. She smiled. After their evening together, Belinda had tied Kate into a ball of chains. She wore several pairs of tightly locked foot cuffs that were connected to tightly locked handcuffs. Her steel collar was locked to her legs, with Kate's flexibility allowing her to enjoy the smooth warmth of her own thighs. As always, she was locked in her chastity belt and Belinda had even used thumb cuffs to connect her thumbs to her big toes.
But Kate loved to be chained, it felt so permanent. Better than a hug from a guy who might get up and leave. And it was a way to show Belinda how much she trusted her, her life now dependent on Belinda's return.
Kate shuffled on her butt out of her box bed and towards her cell door. Sophie had opened the small food hatch at the base of the cell door and was sitting cross-legged, grinning through the small opening.
"Hey Soph," Kate smiled huskily.
Sophie was fidgeting excitedly, "Oh my god, what has mum done to you!" she cried.
"I deserved it."
"Does it hurt?" Sophie tried to sound concerned, despite being increasingly aroused.
"It's like a hug."
"Hug?"
"And I slept without tablets!" Kate replied proudly.
Sophie reached through the hatch to hold Kate's hands that were adorned by both beautiful rings and cuffs, "It's so cool that you are living with us," she babbled.
Kate squeezed Sophie's hands, soaking in the wonderful skin to skin contact, "Yeah, I love my cell," Kate whispered.
"Oh Katie, but it's a beautiful day to be out here."
"Men and alcohol out there," Kate sighed, "and your mum won't release me."
"Maybe she'll release you into my custody!" Sophie cried, pleased with her plan.
"No, she hasn't let me out for days..." Kate sighed longingly.
*
Sophie ran back to the house, "How can you keep her chained up like that?"
"She needs time alone to sort her head out," Belinda exhaled, brushing her hair in the mirror, then picking a strand of dark hair from her white top.
"She wants to come out!"
Belinda turned with a swish of dark wavy hair, "Did she say that?"
Sophie thought back before shaking her head, "But I really want to see her."
Belinda stared at her own reflection in the mirror. Kate hadn't been out of the cell for days and it was working. The hopeful eyes that gazed out from behind the grille were calmer and happier by the day. Belinda smiled. Kate was also more aroused by the day, more desperate for her touch and the women had shared several intimate moments inside the locked prison cell. Maybe Sophie could be part of Kate's treatment. Maybe some time alone with her daughter was a fair reward for Kate's trust.
Belinda led her daughter back to the cells, unlocked Kate's door and strode inside. Belinda and Sophie's legs towered above Kate's chained up body, Kate's eyes straining up to smile at her two visitors.
She shuffled across to push her face against Sophie's bare calf, feeling the warmth and breathing in her scent. Belinda watched her daughter's reaction with interest. Instead of stepping away, Sophie dropped to a crouch to let Kate feel the warmth of her thigh.
"She's been lonely in here," Belinda whispered.
"I know..." Sophie breathed; the giggly girl replaced by an understanding woman.
"Are you sure you want to spend the day with her," Belinda asked, "I will have to lock you both inside."
"I think I can help her," Sophie replied.
"Okay... lock her back in her box if you need to," Belinda whispered.
Sophie stood up and nodded knowingly. Belinda kissed her cheek, smiling proudly as she discretely clipped a ring of keys on to the belt hoops of Sophie's denim shorts. Kate's face lit up as she eyed the keys that bounced against the young woman's hips.
Sophie's heart was beating fast as her mother left the cell and pushed the door closed behind her. Belinda had a habit of making eye contact with her prisoners just before locking them away. Belinda had been young when she had had Sophie and the twenty-year age difference, combined with the absence of Sophie father, made them more like friends. Sophie watched Belinda's beautiful eyes as she incarcerated them for the day.
Both Sophie and Kate were mesmerised by the echoing sound of the key jangling in the lock, followed by the sigh from Belinda's lips as the key slid across her butt to nestle in her back pocket. Then the sound of the bolts grinding as they slid home and padlocks clicked into place. Then the security catches turning, which even on their own would sentence the women to a life of captivity.
"Wow!" Sophie exhaled.
"That's the last thing I hear every night," Kate breathed, her gravelly voice in time with her desperate struggles to escape her chains.
Sophie was buzzing, bouncing with excitement at the prospect of a day with her idol. She sat down on the floor and leaning against the cell wall with her bare feet drawn up and legs spread. Her short shorts had ridden up leaving the keys lying against her bare thigh. She swept back her hair and grinned as Kate's manacled body inched towards her.
"Unlock me before I break them open!" Kate growled.
"I'd like to see that!" Sophie grinned, her legs opening further.
Sophie shivered with excitement; it was like being caged with a lioness, unsure what might this crazy rock chic go if she was unchained.
"Be patient Katie... you have all day under my control."
Kate's naked body trembled as she edged closer, until she was close enough for Sophie to reach her tangled blonde hair that hung messily around her bowed head. Sophie eased it back, brushing it through her fingers and used the elastic from her hair to tie it into a ponytail.
Sophie's long brown hair now hung freely, curling behind her ear and down over her breasts. She reached for a large red pillow and lay down on her side so that the shackled woman could use her inner thigh as a pillow.
"Mum says she's going to keep you in this cell all week, maybe longer."
Kate didn't reply immediately as her head moved closer to the strip of blue denim that ran between Sophie's legs, "I trust her," Kate breathed.
"She sleeps in a king -size bed with James while you're locked in a box..."
"I can dream about them..." Kate mouthed, now high on Sophie's scent.
"While locked in these cuffs..."
"Bracelets... my jewellery," Kate corrected.
"The keys to which she leaves on her bedside table."
Kate's tongue was pushing beneath the denim.
"You know Mum keeps your chastity key in her thong!"
"I know," Kate moaned in delight.
Sophie rolled on to her back so that the weight of Kate's head pushed her deeper. Kate couldn't reach her while she wore her shorts, but she could still enjoy Kate's desperate touch.
"I can see why mum has to keep you locked away."
Kate moaned, "Better between your legs that with some abusive guy."
Sophie didn't argue, she loved the attention, her smooth thighs mischievously squeezing together. Sophie had always loved Kate's wild nature. Nothing shocked her. With Kate, she could live out any fantasy and share any thought in her kinky mind.
*
The two women could hear Belinda's boots clipping across the courtyard. The small food hatch at the base of the cell door opened and she handed in coffees, food and bottles of water, "Is there anything else you girls need before I close you up for the day."
