Belinda and Kate stood together at the top of the wide curving staircase. Both women looked stunning in cocktail dresses, styled hair and big made-up eyes. Belinda's silky green dress plunged between her breasts with straps crisscrossing her back. The smooth curves and creases clasped her hips and butt, no panty line in sight, with a high cut slit revealing her thigh.
Kate's dress was silver, soft fabric dropping just below her knees. She was still locked tightly in her chastity belt and her wrists were connected by hinged cuffs, but her expression was one of excitement at finally having been released from her cell. She looked doe-eyed at Belinda; her manacled wrist held up with a pleading blink of her blue eyes.
Belinda's big brown eyes looked back with a teasing arrogance; the arrogance of someone with ultimate power. This evening may have been to celebrate Kate's week of abstinence and return to the world, but Belinda wasn't ready to release her cute friend quite yet.
Kate sighed in frustration, placing her red scarf over her hands to disguise her restraints. "Where's the key, Bel? It wasn't in the bathroom so you must have it," Kate whispered, searching Belinda's body with her eyes.
"You're lucky it's just cuffs," Belinda teased, "I was going to make you eat dinner in a cage. Having received the aroused reaction that she had hoped for, Belinda squeezed Kate's arm and led her down the staircase.
"Think I'll try to escape?" Kate asked, trembling.
"I hope so," Belinda breathed, "... then I can come down on you hard."
*
James had cooked dinner, with help from a bottle of red wine, and stood waiting for them in his dinner jacket, his bow tie untied, and top shirt buttons undone.
"You both look beautiful," he smiled, kissing each on the cheek, "Those cuffs really suit you Katie..."
Kate breathed out in frustration, her hands dropping down to her dress and her gaze flicking to Belinda.
"I said we wouldn't mention them, darling," Belinda smiled back at James.
Kate exhaled slowly, with pleading eyes, "Please Bel, how can I eat dinner in these?"
"You're still mine 'til midnight, sweetie," Belinda reminded her.
Kate loved to be teased by Belinda, but she wanted to win this one. She walked up to Belinda and ran her hand up her dress, feeling for anything inside her soft warm curves. She felt inside the tight fabric encircling her waist until her fingers hooked the handcuff key from where it nestled just above Belinda's butt.
Kate was trembling, conditioned from days under Belinda's control. She turned and ran, her heels sliding as she disappeared into the hallway. She darted into the bathroom and slammed and locked the door, her excitable fingers fumbling with the small warm key.
"Fuck," Kate mouthed as she realised that the keyholes were pointing away from her hands. The key was useless without someone to unlock her and Belinda looked to be in no mood to help. She steadied herself and unlocked the door.
James was waiting for her and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms. Kate moaned in delight, hugging him around the neck and burying her lips against his chest.
"Why Katie?" James sighed, "You know she'll retaliate."
Kate couldn't stop trembling, her aroused mind flipping between fantasies. Whenever she thought she wanted to be released, a look from Belinda made her want to locked back up, "At least we can have dinner," she smiled.
James sighed, "I wouldn't be so sure."
Kate stole another kiss as James carried her back to the table. She loved these games and beamed as she let herself drift away in Belinda's dominant eyes. Suddenly, Kate's expression changed when she saw that Belinda had replaced her chair with the smother box that was fixed to one end of a small bench.
"No way, Bel," Kate stuttered nervously, "We've spent hours on hair and make-up and our beautiful dresses."
"Then you'll love spending the evening inside mine..."
Belinda did look gorgeous in her flowing green dress, but Kate had definitely not expected to spend the evening inside its silky folds.
"Sweetie, you know I can't let this go unpunished," Belinda whispered, easing her dress further up her thighs.
James waited as the friends stared off, with power and subservience, remorse and aroused. He waited for Belinda's nod before laying Kate down on the bench with her head now squeezed inside the small smother box.
Kate loved the feel of James's strong hands holding her down but trembled as Belinda towered above her with her hitched up dress revealing more of her body. Belinda turned and closed the lid, a tight fit around Kate's neck with no possible way to escape until the box was opened.
Kate bit her lip ruefully, "I'm sorry, Bel," she swallowed, "Is that my evening over?"
"Sweetie, it's just starting," Belinda purred.
"Really?"
Belinda turned and eased her dress up to reveal round cheeks still glowing from the shower.
"Oh fuck, you're naked!" Kate stuttered in wide-eyed surprise.
Belinda rested one knee on the edge of the box to pin it shut.
"Naked, girl?" Kate trembled. This would be as intimate as she had been with a woman.
"Mmm... you're where the real action is tonight."
Belinda swung her cheeks from side to side and then nestled down on to Kate's face, moulding herself as closely as she could to Kate's features. Kate's nose slotted in perfectly by her vagina, with Belinda's cheeks morphing themselves to the contours of Kate's face. The smell of soap and perfume was overpowering, saturating the little air that filtered into the depths of Belinda's dress.
"Fuck, you fit so well, Katie..."
"My mascara," Kate tried to mumble, "my lip gloss."
"All gone," Belinda breathed, her cheeks tensing, rubbing against her prey to take her back to her raw skin.
"My nose..." Kate mumbled, her distorted lips losing the fight against Belinda's butt intent on grinding as deeply as it could into her face.
"As the evening goes on, you'll sink deeper and deeper," Belinda mouthed.
"Evening? But later?"
"There is no later, sweetie... goodnight."
Belinda thighs closed like an ominous vault, entombing Kate inside. Kate's pleas were now nothing more than distant mumbles, barely audible in the real world.
"Just kiss, sweetie..."
*
Sophie bounced down the stairs in her short black cocktail dress and flats.
"Where's Kate?" she called, sliding into her seat and gulping from the waiting glass of champagne.
"There's been a playground spat," James replied as he refilled his glass. Life with Belinda was never predictable.
Sophie jumped up, knocking the table as she looked across to see Kate's beautiful evening dress-clad body writhing on the bench that led ominously to her mum's bottom. Kate's beautiful sheer silver fabric at odds with her helpless body.
"Oh Katie!" Sophie cried, skirting the table to kneel down by the smother box, "What did you do?" She lifted her mother's dress to reveal toned hips and strong smooth thighs clinched tightly together, completely sealing the hapless woman below. Belinda's natural curves slightly overhung the small box, dwarfing it beneath her live body.
"Soph?" came a pitiful muffle.
"Yeah Katie, it's me," Sophie answered, amazed by how easily her cool rock-chick idol could be reduced to a sex toy.
Sophie was about to beg her mum to let Kate out, but stopped. She was animated and excited, with darting chestnut eyes and tingling nipples as her hands touched the box now deadlocked under her mother's weight. She tapped the side of the wooden box.
"That's fucked up Kate, but so cool."
"Argh!" Kate cried in frustration, her attempts to remove Belinda from the lid, amounting to little more than a gentle massage of Belinda's thighs.
"And you look so beautiful in that dress," Sophie continued.
Kate dragged her mind away from the all-consuming bottom and smiled, rocking her hips in an attempt to show off her dress.
Sophie giggled, "Yeah, that doesn't really work without a face."
"I... face!" Sophie cried, her chained hands banging on the box.
"Doesn't really count when it's wedged that far in!"
Kate's muffled laughter echoed inside the sealed box.
Sophie knelt down to tease Kate's inner thighs with her fingernails, "Maybe we should invite that guy you like and see what he thinks?"
With Belinda's crushing butt now overwhelming all other emotions, Kate barely noticed as Sophie started to unbuckle her new stiletto heels with the sparkly straps that encircled her feet and ankles.
"These shoes are beautiful," Kate bubbled as she stole them from Kate's feet and buckled them around her own.
"No," Kate cried, blindly trying to retrieve the beautiful heels that Belinda had gifted her less than an hour earlier, "Plea..."
Belinda smiled kindly as she smoothed her dress over her thighs, "Oh Katie, you've lost your freedom, any shred of dignity and now you've lost your shoes!"
But Belinda's words only seemed to arouse Kate, her fingertips straining to break into her chastity belt.
"Now just snuggle down inside your naked love cave," Belinda whispered.
"Naked?" Sophie exclaimed, but then watched on silently, strangely jealous of Kate's obvious arousal.
Kate's head and chest were again discretely hidden beneath Belinda's dress and Kate was moaning, writhing and twisting, her thumbs pushing at the edges of her locked steel waistband. By contrast, Belinda sat still, her hips motionless, with only a coy smile on her lips betraying away what the desperate blonde was doing beneath her dress.
"Plea... Bel," Kate's mumbled incoherently, her chained wrists pitifully kneading the curves of her captor's hips.
But every time Kate's frustration peaked, her arousal grew, and her manacled hands flipped back down to try to break into her locked crotch. It was compulsive viewing, with the three diners pausing to watch. Kate now had her bare feet on the floor, her body twisted but with her head still clasped in place. Kate begged again, pleading with the butt that held her prisoner.
"Open your mouth again sweetie and I'll pee in it," Belinda called as if whispering an erotic thought into a lover's ear.
