James was now working from home fulltime, with his office still set up in the disused jail cell. He would usually wake early to start work, entering his office and pulling the door closed behind him. Then, usually an hour or so later, he would feel a dart of excitement as he heard a scrap of metal on metal as Belinda slid across the two heavy bolts securing his cell door.
Sometimes, if he was lucky, it would be accompanied by a smile and a tease through the small grilled window and a graphic description of how horny Belinda was feeling and how desperate she was to fuck when she returned.
Unfortunately, Belinda's daughter, Sophie, also found an unlocked door too tempting to resist. And to make matters worse, Sophie had a habit of turning the key in the lock. The key then had a habit of finding its way in her pocket or handbag and disappearing for the day.
There was only one key to open the cell, a large intricate piece of metal that operated the original lock. This wasn't the sort of lock that the local locksmith could open, and they had yet to work out a backup plan if the key was ever lost. And despite its important, it was surprizing how many times it had been misplaced.
James smiled as he heard the bolts slid across. Belinda loved the power of bondage; it woke her sexually and led to amazing love making. It may take an hour or two of teasing, but she would always unlock the cell and usually make out right there on the couch. With this image in his mind, he groaned as he turned to see Sophie through the small heavily grilled window.
"I need some money," the daughter beamed, her hair glinting in the sun and her large hazelnut eyes fluttering seductively, "... and a foot massage."
James pressed hard again the heavy steel door, "How much?" he sighed.
With cash to buy breakfast now transferred to her account, Sophie sat on the ground, bounced her butt close to the door and pushed a foot through the small hatch at the base of the cell door. As James sat down, he glanced at the round cheeks and very short denim shorts of his captor. Sophie had finally accepted that James drew the line at any sexual contact, but that didn't stop her from trying.
"Nice sandals," he called as he unbuckled the leather straps from around her ankle and pressed his hands into her feet. It may have been a strange way to spend time with his partner's daughter, but it was an opportunity to show he cared and to maintain a strong relationship with the twenty-three year old woman.
After an in depth talk about Sophie's friends, they moved on to James's day, "We have lunch with your mum's tedious yoga friend," James sighed, "Fuck, I need to find an excuse to get out of that," he paused, ".... umm Soph?"
"Mum will be so pissed," Sophie replied, aware of what James was asking.
"I'll deal with her," James smiled.
"Can you deal with me as well?" Sophie asked hopefully.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Handcuffed and maybe a little punished by you?"
Sophie jumped up, giggled excitedly, and bounced on the balls of her feet as she turned the key in the cell door, "Sorry James, lunch is off."
"I'm very cross," James joked, "... now just stay out of your mum's way until after lunch."
*
The plan had worked, and a furious Belinda awaited Sophie on her return. Her mother held her wrist and led her out to the courtyard and the imposing cell door. Sophie had also locked the small grilled window and the food hatch trapping James behind an impenetrable barrier of deadlocked steel.
"Opps, did I shut that on my way out?" Sophie teased, deliberately antagonising her mother.
Belinda kept guard as Sophie pulled the key from her handbag and unlocked James's cell. Belinda was about to lead her daughter into the second of the two prison cells when James stepped in.
"You pour the drinks, Bel. I'll deal with her," he whispered.
Belinda kissed him and smiled as she walked back to the house.
"Tighter!" Sophie mouthed as James took her wrist. She then cried out in delight as James's hold on her became taut and inescapable.
He led her into the second cell, forced her face down on to the thick cream rug and twisted her arms behind her back. Sophie's lithe body struggled to break free, only to turn to aroused thrusting as James knelt astride her and sat back, his designer jeans pinned her head and shoulders to the ground.
"I had you locked up in that tiny cell all day," Sophie moaned, deliberately provoking the bear, "Trapped, helpless, you were fucked..."
James swiftly locked her slim wrist in handcuffed and then paused and looked down to check that Sophie hadn't orgasmed. He then used a second pair of high security handcuffs to lock Sophie's ankles together and then used a large padlock to lock both pairs of handcuffs together.
"It so easy to chain up a flexible woman," he smiled as he climbed off her body to watch her struggle with all four limbs locked as one behind her back.
"I've got Stockholm syndrome," Sophie smiled, "Can I suck your cock?"
Sophie was obsessed with James at the best of time, uncontrollably so when he had her chained at his feet. He crouched down and wiped stray hazelnut hair from her eyes that already knew that she wouldn't get her wish.
As a consolation prize, James leaned forward and kissed her cheek, "Do you remember the butt locking box?" Sophie purred.
Only the week before, they had bought a headbox that could only be opened by a pressure sensor on the lid. With James's head inside, Sophie had sat on the box and locked it, making the shape and weight of her butt the unique code required to free him.
"I remember," James whispered, his lips running teasingly up the back of Sophie's legs and kissing her butt that peek out from her short denim shorts, "The secret code that kept me locked up for hours."
"My bottom did let you out in the end, so I think you should kiss it again."
James obliged but then continued her confinement by locking thumb cuffs to both her thumbs and her big toes. He then sat down next to her and eased Sophie's head on to his lap. Sophie could feel his erect cock through his jeans and pressed against it with her lips.
"Ripped denim is in," she mouthed.
"My cock stays in my jeans," he growled.
"You said you would look after me," Sophie whispered looking up innocently from his lap.
"Don't you like the cuffs?" he asked. Even with the separation of his jeans, Sophie's touch was causing havoc between his legs,
"Yes, thank you."
Sophie's smile widened as James gently drew back her hair and padlocked a shock collar around her neck, "This is for when you give me an erection," he teased, trying to adjust himself and untangle his cock from his boxer shorts.
"I can't help that," she giggled.
James pressed the button making Sophie cry out in surprise. She stared up at him, wide eyed and open mouthed, "Oh my god!" Sophie was still looking shocked as she rested her head back in his lap, now wary of the bulge in his jeans.
"God girl... think I should keep this on you permanently."
But Sophie couldn't resist, and edged forward and craned her head to feel his cock through the warm fabric, "Shock me again," she trembled.
Sophie was shaking as the electric current shot into her neck. She was desperately thrusting her hips as she fought against her cuffs.
"You could spend your life trying to escape from those cuffs," James whispered, "and the only key is in my pocket... so let me help you."
He reached for the vibrator and delicately touched it between her legs, "Quietly," he mouthed as the young woman thrusted and orgasmed and ended up in a delirious trembling mess.
"Don't tell your mum," he whispered, easing her away and standing up, "I'll be back to release you later."
James locked the cell door behind him and joined Belinda and the already open bottle of wine on the veranda, "A present," he smiled, handing her the controller for Sophie's shock collar.
*
It was Friday night a few weeks later and James had just returned home, thrown his jacket on the nearest chair, and poured a large whiskey. With Belinda out for the evening he was about to crash when he saw Sophie sitting on the couch.
He sighed. He was becoming increasingly wary his partner's 23-year-old daughter who appeared to be blossoming into a woman with the same love of bondage as her mother and an infatuation for him that he was finding hard to break. Plus, she still had the compromising photos of him chained between her legs.
"Hi James," Sophie whispered.
Dressed in a cream miro-skirt and flowing black top, Sophie smiled hopefully as he entered. She uncurled her long bare legs, stood up and kissed him. These were days that she marked in her diary, where her mum was out, and she could enjoy James's undivided attention.
"Are you out today, Soph?" James asked.
"No."
James eyed her beautifully made-up face and silky hair cagily, concerned that all this was for him. As were the tiny skirt and high heels.
"I've got something we can try," Sophie trembled.
James turned to look and then exhaled.
"It's a humbler," Sophie whispered, the steel device weighing heavily in her hands.
James looked at the cruel device that could literally bring a man to his knees. He had once relented and let the young woman handcuff him, but he wasn't going to let the daughter lock something around his balls.
"Nothing sexual, Soph, you know that," he replied, offering her his glass of whiskey in the hope of distracting her with alcohol.
"Don't worry, you won't be having sex once I've locked you in this!"
He sighed again. This woman seemed determined not to understand.
"It's mum's birthday soon," Sophie smiled, "Try this toy for size in the safety of me and you can give it to her as a present."
"Safety of you?" James repeated her questionable grammar. There was nothing safe about this girl who would do anything to sleep with him.
James picked up the heavy black metal humbler and opened the two halves to reveal the small hole designed to close around the base of the balls. He shut it slowly, shuddering slightly as it automatically clicked and locked.
"It okay, I have the key," Sophie offered, tapping her left breast.
"Of course, you do."
"Mum would love it!"
Sophie was right about that; Belinda would certainly love this cruelly incapacitating device. So much so, that he would probably spend the next week on his knees. He smiled. Just thinking of what Belinda's sexually aroused body would do excited him.
"If I was to ever show mum the pictures of us," Sophie breathed, her body desperate for James's touch, "it would be when you were locked in the cell."
"No, Soph." The whiskey wasn't going down fast enough.
"... and one day I will inherit the house," Sophie continued as if whispering a secret story, "Mmm, I wonder if I would ever unlock your cell, or just leave it bolted like my mother did... maybe I would melt down the key as a keepsake."
"Okay," James sighed reluctantly, "I'll just try it for size."
Sophie stroked her long dark hair sub-consciously imagining the possibilities as James discretely unbuttoned his jeans and boxer shorts and dropped down on to all fours. He pulled his balls back between his legs and into Sophie's hands and the waiting humbler. With his balls strained backwards, Sophie carefully snapped it shut. The humbler now held his balls back behind his legs with the device hooked around the back of his thighs.
"And the chain," Sophie insisted, taking the chain that was fixed to one end of the humbler around the front of his thighs and padlocked it back on to the device, "Now you can't turn it and get out."
"Fuck Soph, where did you find this thing?" James panted.
