"I'm here for the tour," James said with his dangerously addictive smile.
Belinda looked up from the reception desk of the old gaol. He was wearing a different suit, this one wasn't covered in dust, but otherwise he looked just as good. The punishment she'd inflicted on him on his last visit didn't seem to have affected his confidence as he sat on her desk and continued to flirt. Even the growing queue of people forming behind him didn't stop him from leaning over the desk and kissing her.
"Stop it! I need to serve these people!" she whispered urgently.
With James still sitting there, Belinda self-consciously served the queue before getting up and walking around the desk to confront her sexy guy. "What you doing!"
"I missed you."
"You want another tour then?" she teased as she playfully slapped his hand that was wondering around the back of her fitted blue jeans.
There was still an hour before the gaol closed, but she'd already planned his punishment and his constant flirting and attempts to kiss gave her a good excused to try this particular idea. She started to lead James towards a part of the cell block that was closed to visitors, when halfway there he reached around her waist and kissed her lips.
Belinda instinctively cried out in pleasure before looking around nervously to check that no one had heard. "I'm working!" she scolded in her best school teacher voice, but then kissed him back anyway.
This time, she grabbed his wrist and quickly pulled him to the area that was out of bounds to regular guests and where she had hidden some of the exhibits from the gaol's museum.
"Your kisses are too much of a distraction," Belinda announced excitedly, "so Ta-Da!"
"What is it?"
"A scold's bridle. A medieval device used to stop women gossiping."
"I'm not a woman."
"... also used to stop men kissing," she smiled.
The device was a metal frame that fitted snugly around the head like a mask. The wearer could still see and hear, but the steel that covered the lower part of the face also had a three inch long metal prone that protruded into the mouth, pinning the tongue in place.
The original purpose had been to stop the wearer from talking, but it was also very effective in prevented the wearer from kissing. It may have been a replica of the real thing but as it was made out of steel and not iron, and locked with a modern high security lock, it was probably more secure than the original.
"You want to stop me kissing?" James checked.
"Only temporarily..."
James's hands had already slipped down from her grey woollen top to her blue jeans and appeared to have no intention of stopping there.
"Can't you close up early?" James asked.
"No... but I can close you up instead..."
"And lose access to these lips?" James replied as he touched his lips against her's.
"They're far too dangerous to be left unrestrained."
Belinda picked up the scold's bridle and focused on positioning the prone into his mouth and closing the device up around his head. It was a tight fit and she could only just close the hasp. James's speech was now completely incoherent, but yet somehow Belinda understood what he'd just said.
"Oh, I think I do need to lock it sweetheart," she replied, patting the back pocket of her jeans to make sure she had the key before locking the padlock shut.
James's lips were now hidden behind a steel cover and in a pointless act of defiance he placed that gently against Belinda's red lips. In return, Belinda simply opened her mouth a little and ran her tongue around her lips.
"Perfect, your tongue will stay locked away until I let it out."
James soon realised how cruel Belinda had been in her choice of toy. The scold's bridle was an amazingly intimidating device; he couldn't talk, couldn't eat and couldn't go anywhere where he might be seen by others. He couldn't squeeze out of its steel bars and his attempt to retrieve the padlock key from Belinda's pocket only ended up with a slap on the hand.
"Let's hope no one sees you like that," Belinda teased.
James made a strange noise that meant nothing to anyone, followed by a look of frustration in his big brown eyes that showed between the steel bars. He was frustrated he couldn't speak, but mainly frustrated that he couldn't kiss or make love to his crazy brunette.
"Would you like to wait for me in a cosy and private cell?"
James grabbed her butt again, now very horny and desperate to make out.
"Do I need to shackle you as well?"
He let go immediately. If this sexy brunette was going to lock him in a cell for the next hour, he might need to touch himself to stay sane, it might be the only way he'd survive. He let Belinda lead him to the nearest cell, but just as she was closing the door she noticed his erection through his suit trousers.
"I hope you're going to wait for me..."
James nodded, but Belinda wasn't convinced and left the cell to collect another toy. He watched her cute butt walk away, leaving the cell unlocked. He thought about escaping and hiding, that would be fun, but no sooner had he thought it than she returned.
"Irish 8s, the perfect tool for preventing masturbation."
Fuck, this woman was always two steps ahead of him. He placed his hands together halfway up his back and listened for the inevitable single 'click' as the tight rigid cuffs closed. The click was as good as a chastity belt, completely removing all chance of masturbation. Belinda spun him around and touched his cock through the expensive black suit material.
She kissed him on the lips, "Think of your cock as my property."
"Aaaaaaa."
His face was consumed with frustrated lust.
"Would you like me to put these keys in my panties," she panted, now using her hips to pin his body up against the cell wall, feeling his cock despite the fact that they were both fully dressed, "One hour and I'll release you."
Her hips released him from the wall, turned, swayed and walked away, locking the cell door as they left. James wriggled and fought with the cuffs, but he had no way to reach his cock. He leaned against the wall and looked out through the small barred window. He rubbed himself from side to side and pushed, but had no way to stimulate himself enough. He continued to pace back and forth in the tiny locked cell, until he slumped to the floor and waited for her to return.
*
At five minutes past five, with all the guests gone and the front door of the gaol safely locked, Belinda unlocked James's cell and walked inside, her black leather boots echoing on the stone floor.
"I daren't unlock you from the bridle or you'll tell me what a bitch I've been."
"Aaaaaaa," James dribbled.
He was breathing deeply, so ready to make love that he was almost in a trance. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her lips all over his chest and then unbuttoned and removed his trousers.
"I'm sorry if this seems cruel, but I've had almost a week to plan what do to you when you returned. I would say that you are free to leave, but you're not."
She was slowly popping the buttons on her jeans and easing them down to reveal her blue underwear which she rubbed erotically against her hand.
"You slept with these panties against your face and now they're back against my pussy."
They both looked as though they had just run a race, yet they'd barely started. James could do little but look at her through damp eyes. His hands were still cuffed behind his back and his mouth was still locked in the bridle. Belinda's underwear was not very damp and James's excitement was starting to seep through.
"Let's not rush things today," she purred, popping open the Irish 8 handcuffs.
James pointed at the steel bridle still locked around his head and inside his mouth. Belinda smiled teasingly as she slowly re-buttoned her jeans tightly around her waist.
"That key stays with me... for now."
James cried out some unintelligible sound and held out his hand which Belinda playfully slapped away. He then reached for the bridle and tried to shake it off.
They looked into each other's eyes, well aware of James's predicament. The scold's bridle would keep its wearer mute until the key was returned. James took hold of her denim covered butt and pulled her towards him.
"Do you want the key?" she moaned.
James nodded, loosened her belt and slowly popped open the top button of her jeans, followed by another. Now he could slide his hand tenderly inside the front of her underwear and across her clit.
"Oh fuck!"
James's hand continued down pass her vagina and on towards her crotch where the key to the bridle was hiding. He massaged her with the slightest of touches as he reached the warm key and pulled it out.
"Is that all I get?" she said.
James was already trying to fit the key into the padlock that secured the bridle around his head, but struggled as he couldn't see the hole. After a few failed attempts, he gave the key to Belinda who immediately slipped it back inside the front of her panties.
"Aaaaaaa!
Belinda freed her long dark hair from its hair elastic and shook it free around her cute face, "You'll have to get it again," she giggled.
James reached back inside her damp underwear and once more stroked her clit. Belinda's eyes were dilated and she was breathing faster and faster. Only once she had climaxed did James remove the key for a second time and again handed it to Belinda who immediately dropped it back inside her panties.
"Aaaaaainnnaaaaa!"
"Okay!" she laughed, "I'll unlock you."
She retrieved the key, unlocked the scold's bridle and kissed James on the lips. Still fizzing, she led him out of the cell and into the museum.
*
"Look at this macabre thing," Belinda grinned, "it's called the brazen bull and it's for cooking people alive! Wanna try?"
"You really should have gone into sales!"
Belinda climbed on to the life sized steel bull and was sitting on it like a horse, her jeans and cute ankle boots giving her a cowgirl look. She was now leaning forward and hugging the bull around the neck.
"Just under me is the way in," she continued as she slid backward to reveal a hinged door on the top of the steel bull, "The victim goes inside here, this hatch is closed and locked and then a fire is lit underneath."
This woman was a bad influence on him. Thanks to her, he was now finding this brutal torture device erotic. The opening was positioned and shaped like a saddle on the bull and James had to contort so that he could just fit inside the body of the steel animal. Almost a perfect fit with almost zero room to move.
"And now what are you going to do," Belinda breathed as she closed the steel doorway and slid forward so that her jeans were again sitting on the hatch, her thighs hugging either side of the bull's shiny steel body.
"Are you sitting on the hatch?"
Belinda pushed her hips back and forth pretending to ride the bull, squeezing her knees tightly against his steel coffin, "Shall I light the fire?"
