Belinda rushed home to check on her daughter who was still sleeping soundly. She walked back into her own bedroom and locked the door behind her. She took the key from the lock and pushed it into her front jeans pocket where it jangled against the keys from the jail. 'We're both locked up tonight Jamie', she whispered to herself as she removed her boots, her jeans and her top. Underneath she was naked, having left her underwear with James inside the locked cell.
She lit a small candle and turned off the lights; the flame flickering around her small bedroom. She could still smell James's scent on her body. It was on her arms and on her breasts. She sat on the bed and smelt her legs where his aftershave was particularly strong on her inner thighs. She flicked her head forward, her long dark hair covering her face, and looked down at her bare crotch. She was so hot and so desperate to feel his touch again.
Belinda climbed off the bed and tiptoed back to her bedroom door, her bare body bouncing with each step. She turned the handle and tried to open the door. The door rattled slightly in its frame, but was secure, sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. She peered through the keyhole and out into the hallway. She ran her fingertips around the edge of the empty keyhole as she fantasised about being trapped.
She wasn't really trapped. The keys were in her discarded jeans and she could retrieve them at anytime. James didn't have that luxury. He was locked in a maximum security cell, his hands and feet cuffed and his head locked inside a steel mask... and the keys to his locks were also in the pocket of her jeans.
She picked up her used jeans, folded them carefully and put away in her underwear drawer. This drawer also had a lock and she turned the key to make her imprisonment just a little more real. She closed her eyes and tossed the drawer key over her shoulder. It wouldn't take long to find in her small room, but for now at least, she had no idea where it had landed. She lay back on her bed and opened her legs.
Throughout her life, men had tried to control her and leave her with little control. She had pandering to 'their' desires. Now she had complete control over one of the most amazing guys and one who seemed happy to pander to her desires. There was at least one guy in the world who was doing nothing but waiting for her tonight and that thought made her feel strong and important.
'Fuck!' her fingertips were firing so much electricity into her thighs that she almost daren't touch between her legs. Fuck, if only she had James's lips to touch her instead. Ha, she did have his lips, together with the rest of his fucking sexy body. It was all hers, she'd just put her toys away for the night.
She touched herself and cried out from inside her locked room. Fuck, that was awesome and it wouldn't be the last time the crazed up brunette would touch herself before morning.
She relaxed and rolled over on to her side. 'Opps!' She reached down and picked up the key to James's steel mask that had fallen out of her pocket. On her bedside table was a roll of sticky tape that she'd used to wrap her daughter's birthday presents. She placed the small strangely shaped key high up on her inner thigh and used a strip of tape to stick it in place.
She lay on her side and closed her womanly legs together, burying the small key somewhere deep inside. 'You won't be escaping that mask tonight Jamie,' she purred into her pillow, feeling the key between her thighs, 'and you sure as hell won't be getting at that key without me waking... my super sensitive clit is on guard...'
*
Belinda hadn't slept much, but she still felt fantastic as she left her house the next morning. Leaving her daughter with her mum, she drove to the gaol and was soon walking back down the empty, echoing cell block and standing outside the tiny punishment cell.
She was wearing a black fitted blouse and a mid thigh length gray skirt with heels. The outfit was tighter and dressier than she usually wore to work, but the thought of James in the cell made her feel too sexy to wear anything else. Plus she wanted to look good for when she finally gave James back his sight.
She crouched down outside the cell door to make sure the skirt allowed her to do that and also to feel the sexy touch of the material as it pulled tight around her hips and thighs. With the skirt pulled taut, she could barely open her thighs. 'Perfect,' she thought, knowing that the key to James's mask was still taped to her inner thigh.
Inside the cell, James had spent a surreal night. From the moment Belinda had turned the key he knew he had no chance of escape, but it was the other restraints that she'd chosen for him that were really playing with his mind. The cuffs that she had locked on his hands and feet meant her. He was now disorientated and vulnerable.
He listened as the key turned in the lock and footsteps entered, "Who is it?"
Belinda knelt down, her skirt pulling tight, and watched his sightless head turn left and then right.
"It's the bitch who owns the key to your mask."
"Belinda! What time is it?"
"Time has no meaning to you my darling," she purred, "just do as I say."
James's exposed cock was hard and Belinda could feel moisture building between her legs. She pulled up her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and lowered herself down on to his erect cock. Very slowly and gently at first, but soon she was sitting astride him with her full weight bearing down. Trapped beneath her, hands and feet chained together and pinned down under her butt, sightless and confused, James could do nothing but enjoy the pure pleasure of sex.
She knew he was bewildered and disorientated, but that only added to her feeling of power. It felt like she was taking her dolly out of the box, ready to play with. He'd still barely spoken a word by the time they orgasmed again.
"Belinda? Belinda?"
"Mmm?"
"This mask is driving me crazy," James panted. He had tried everything to pick the small screw like lock, desperate for just a moment's reprieve.
"Not enjoying the scent of my panties?"
"That's all I can smell."
"Good... but I'm not going to return your sight quite yet... first you have to do something for me..."
Belinda stood up, repositioned her underwear and pulled her skirt back down. She stood with one high heeled shoe either side of his neck as she explained the cost of freedom. She had a tour group arriving and he would be her model. He would play the part a real life prisoner, bringing the tour to life and no doubt bringing her close to sexual orgasm.
She unlocked the cuffs on his hands and feet and took him by the hand and led her sightless man out of the cell and down the cell black corridor. He now had no idea where he was, which way he was pointing or who was there.
"You're usually trying to touch my body by now," Belinda said, taking his hands and placing them on the tight skirt that encircled her hips.
"Fuck, you feel fantastic!"
James knelt down and pressed his tight fitting metal mask against the front of her skirt, hoping to feel her warmth, "Oh fuck, I want you!"
"Just obey me... and you will have me."
"What about the group?"
"It's okay, I'll look after you darling," Belinda whispered as she squeezed his hand and locked him into one of the empty cells.
Belinda walked out to fetch the group of French students that comprised five women aged between eighteen and twenty one. They were on a three week trip to learn the language and also to learn something about the country they were visiting. They were evidently interested both in the old gaol and, in particular, the athletic physique of the 'prisoner' that they took turns to peer at through the grille in the cell door.
Belinda explained how the mask was used to punish prisoners.
"Wow, can he really not remove it?" one asked.
