After a captivating evening together, Sophie had left James on his knees on the lounge floor, still trapped in the humbler. Her locking him up was partly altruistic, as James's predicament would be a wonderful surprise for her mother, Belinda, to discover when she returned.
Maybe Sophie felt a little mean, having tricked James into "only one minute, I promise" over three hours ago. But she was glad she did. Even in her masturbating daydreams the night before, she hadn't appreciated how effective it would be.
James, the man she had idolised for as long as she could remember, had spent the evening at her feet, trapped on his hands and knees, hanging on her every word and hypnotised by her slightest glance or secret smile.
It was wonderful and Sophie's kinky mind soon cast-off any pity she may have had for her prey. She knew her mother would be thrilled to see James like this, and she had kindly attached the only key to a rose that she had hung by the front door. Way out of reach for a man on his knees, but a wonderful present for Belinda when she returned.
*
Sophie and her vibrator had slinked away to her bedroom to enjoy each other in the steamy, sultry world beneath her sheets. James was now alone in the lounge, crawling warily on his knees with his erect cock dangling comically and his balls trailing behind him as waited for Belinda to return.
However, at just before midnight, it was Kate, who arrived, kicked off her sandals and walked barefoot into the lounge.
Kate and Belinda were old friends although, unlike Belinda, Kate's carefree, rock chick looks, and hedonistic, libertine lifestyle reeled from one disastrous relationship to the next. Kate was again between men, due in no small part to a night of drinking games and dares that she had played with Sophie that had ended up with Sophie locking a small padlock through Kate's labia piercings. It was only a four-dial combination padlock, but Kate had somehow been unable to break the daughter's code.
Despite the frustration of not knowing the combination to unlock her love life, Kate's wide, seductive smile returned as she walked into the lounge to find James on his knees, naked and trying to stretch for a whiskey bottle placed just out of reach on a shelf. She stopped, her lean denim clad legs clamped together and her nipples tingling in her tight white tee shirt.
"A humbler? How gorgeous." Kate's Irish lilt was always more pronounced after a drink.
Kate had tucked her keyring into the back pocket of her jeans, and they jangle noisily, bouncing against her butt as she walked closer. James was exhausted from hours under Sophie's teasing control and was now trembling from his efforts and the helplessly of his situation. His strong body was effectively useless inside the vicelike grip of Sophie's humbler, leaving him gazing up through desperate eyes and tussled dark hair.
Kate's flirty coquettishness and perverted addiction to sex made her dangerous at the best of times. Late at night, and trapped on his knees, was a perilous time to be alone with the kinky blonde.
"Kate, hi," he panted.
"I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Her tight jeans wrinkled as she knelt to play with his bulging balls that protruded from behind his thighs, her fingers then trespassing down to squeeze his erect cock, "Wow, you make my padlocked vagina just melt," she mouthed, her attention returning to the denim seam pulling tightly between her open legs.
"Still stuck in Soph's lock?" James asked.
"Yeah... padlocked and sealed ... I haven't fucked all week," Kate breathed.
"Just try all combinations," James suggested.
"How can I," Kate cried with a giggle, "... a few tries and I'm too fucking horny to do anything."
Sophie had inadvertently found the perfect trap for the sex addicted woman. With her fingers between her legs, Kate couldn't focus long enough to try ten numbers, let alone ten thousand. Every night in bed, she had succumbed to instant gratification rather than the hours of dial turning required to break Sophie's code.
Kate stood up and popped the buttons on her jeans and wriggled her hips free of the worn faded denim and pulled down her high cut black panties to reveal her shaved crotch. "See?" she sighed, crouching down to show James the small, merciless padlock threaded vindictively through her labia.
"Not sure I can help," James panted.
"Bite it off... and I'll pour you a whiskey..."
With James's head already bowed, Kate edged forward and bobbed down on her haunches, plunging James's head into her erogenous zone, "Please, Bel's not here," she moaned as James used his tongue flick the small padlock into his mouth. With his lips around the lock, he gently tugged, easing it from side to side to stimulate the sexually frustrated woman.
"Fuck... I'm so sensitive there," she whispered, thrusting her slim hips into James's face, "this lock is fucking with my mind."
"Give me the key to this humbler and I'll sort Soph," James tried.
He looked up to see Kate shaking her head. She had a bewitching smile on her wide lips and a small key operated padlock pressed between her lips. Her lips parted as she handed the lock to James, "Thread it through my new piercing," she breathed.
"I thought you wanted to be unlocked?"
Kate shook her head again, creating waves of tangled blonde hair, "Turns out that a padlocked pussy is one fucking aphrodisiac."
James's dropped his head and ran loving kisses along the crease between Kate's thighs and vagina. This risqué woman lived for sex and now she wanted to further bind her genitals.
"A combination lock you can crack," he breathed, deliberately close for her to feel, "With this padlock there's no escape. It won't seem so erotic when you're alone in your apartment."
"Maybe I am a good Catholic girl," Kate breathed, while pushing her fingertips into the last free part of her vagina.
"No, you're not," James's laughed.
"Oh, please lock me up!" she cried.
Still on all fours, James's nose brushed back and forth against her new piercings, her damp lips parting slightly for the last time. Kate was getting increasingly frisky and impatient with her thighs bouncing vigorously against his head as she willed him to seal her up. Finally, and very gently, James eased the steel through the fresh, and still slightly red labia piercings. The lock was small, bunching soft folds of flesh together until they melded into one.
"Lock it up!" Kate begged, bouncing impatiently on her haunches.
James took his time, easing her delicate flesh clear of the lock until the click startled them both. Kate exhaled loudly, even her breath had an Irish accent. She stretched to her feet, pulled the small key from her crotch, and tucked it into the pocket of James's discarded jeans.
"You've locked me," Kate whispered, bathing in the kinky thrill of being owned, "I'm sealed... and I'm yours."
Wanting to prove her point, Kate pulled off her top and, now completely naked, eased herself on to the floor until she was lying on her back beneath James. His cock was erect, as it had been most of the evening, and she thrust her hips upwards until his tip touched her vagina.
"Try, please," she begged, "Bel won't care, I'm a fucking eunuch!"
James pulled on a condom and pressed down between the two padlocks. Kate's cries quivered as he touched her, but her lips barely partly. She squealed, this was as close as she would probably ever come to fucking James, and she was impossible to penetrate.
"Should have put your cock inside me before locking me up!" she cried, her goose bump covered legs now wrapped around his waist, her core muscles firing to lift herself closer, "Or you could get a Prince Albert and we can lock our piercing together..."
Kate's blue eyes were ablaze, wide, dreamy, and damp as James ventured down to give her a single kiss on her lips. Kate was now purring as she wriggled free. She poured a full glass of whiskey and sat on James's back as she gulped it down. She crossed and uncrossed her legs and reached down to feel her new trinket.
"It's tight," she trembled, "but it's so nice."
She took one more sip of whiskey before passing the remnants down to James.
"And the bottle?" he asked hopefully.
"Only because you control my pussy, James," Kate breathed her voice gravelly from the thrill of just saying the words, "... the things I may have to do for my release..."
*
With James once more left trapped on his hands and knees, Kate grabbed her clothes and tiptoed upstairs and in through Sophie's open door. She pulled off her tee-shirt and bra and slipped beneath the white sheet.
"You came," Sophie murmured.
"Yes," Kate growled, "and I'll be leaving with my code."
Kate's plan had been to overpower Sophie, to straddle her body and pin down her wrists, but she soon realised that Sophie was already hog cuffed. High security steel wrapped tightly around her delicate limbs, forcing her to arch her back to accommodate the short chain.
"Oh, not the fight I was expecting," Kate purred.
"I can still kiss you," Sophie smiled shyly, her manacled body wriggling and thrusting until she could reach Kate's lips, from there brushing back and forth to clear a path through her free hanging blonde hair.
"Your keys, sweetie," Kate insisted.
Kate's dilated hazelnut eyes willingly betrayed their location and Kate reached down to stuff the keys into the pocket of her jeans, "Now I'm a forgetful bitch... just image your predicament when I get dressed and leave in the morning," Kate mouthed.
"Morning?" Sophie beamed with effervescent eyes.
"Aha... but I'll have my code before then."
Kate scooted up the bed, lifted Sophie's head and let it fall back against her bellybutton. With Sophie's neck pressed hard into the fulcrum of her crotch for maximum leverage, Kate interlocked her ankles, straightened her legs and squeezed.
"Stop! I'll unlock you," Sophie croaked, traumatised by the strength of the woman's legs.
