Belinda's short flirty pink dress looked out of place as she sat on her kitchen stool with the morning sun streaming in through the window. Her body still hadn't processed the endorphins from making love the night before and still glowed despite the cooler temperature.
Kate was sitting opposite her in the small tidy kitchen and although there was no one else in the house, they leaned in close so they wouldn't be overheard.
"James's moving to town," Belinda buzzed.
"Mmm and we have plenty of free accommodation... all with locks on the doors and bars on the windows," Kate replied in a hush voice.
Belinda looked wishfully, not focusing on anything in particular, "Every evening when he returns from work... 'click'! And weekends will be 'click' 'click'... two whole days for his gorgeous eyes to look out from chains and cages. Well that's my fantasy."
"Let's do it!" Kate blurted, her long nails tapping on the worktop, "we already have him in the cells!" Kate pulled the keys from her jeans pocket and waived them in front of her friend's face, "We don't ever have to let him out."
"I think that's called wrongful imprisonment!" Belinda replied with a smile, pulling the keys from Kate's hand and placed them down on the table between them.
"No one will ever find him in that underground cell," Kate giggled as she grabbed the keys and pushed them back into her pocket.
"Give them to me Kate!"
"No! You need someone to help you get what you want."
"I'm going to let him out now."
"Good luck with that," Kate laughed as she darted from her stool.
She was halfway across the room when Belinda pulled her down on to the sofa and placed one knee on Kate's shoulder to hold her in place as she playfully searched for the keys. Her knee slipped and Belinda's bare thigh was now against the side of Kate's face with Belinda's dress covering most of Kate's face. Both women stopped.
"I can see why James likes you," Kate whispered, the warmth from Belinda's thigh seeping into her face.
"The keys or your life, sweetie," Belinda giggled as she deliberately slipped further down, tightening her grip around the blonde's neck. Kate's nose had now sunk deep into the front of Belinda's panties.
Kate tried to stop Belinda taking the keys, desperate for Belinda to pin her down for as long as possible. Belinda's hand slipped inside her pocket which felt nice, but all too soon she had the keys and Belinda released her and returned to the kitchen stool.
A few minutes later, a sheepish Kate, with untidy hair, followed.
*
It was late Friday afternoon when James returned to the gaol and was immediately met with a hug from Belinda. She was dressed in a tight, shoulderless white sports top, black and grey yoga pants and trainers. Her hair was up and she was bouncing as if she had a need to expend energy.
James, as usual wore designer chinos and white shirt and sunglasses that he now held in his hand. However, this time things were different. He'd transferred offices and was now based in the city. His firm had offered to put him up in a top hotel until he found somewhere to live, but he'd turned it down in favour of Belinda's offer.
"I can't believe you're here," Belinda exclaimed, skipping around from behind the desk.
"Neither can I," James replied with a wry smile.
"You'll love it here so so much... you may never leave."
"Yes, I believe other have suffered the same fate here."
"Oh darling, I'm going to make your stay much much more special..."
Belinda took James by the hand and led him to a small section at the far side of the gaol that wasn't open to visitors.
"Home, sweet home," she announced as she unlocked a solid steel door and then a second barred door just behind.
Inside was a segregated part of the gaol that consisted of a small area from which led two very small cells and a toilet and shower room. There was only one tiny, barred window high up in entrance area, but despite its lack of natural light, Belinda had made it look like homely with a mattress and new sheets, some basic furniture and lamps, cushions, rugs and throws from her house to soften the stark concrete walls.
"It's cool," James said, genuinely impressed.
"Just like a regular apartment, apart from once I lock the door you stay home until I decide."
"Just as well you can't keep your hands off me," James replied, slipping his fingers inside the waist of her pants to pull her towards him.
"Maybe..." Belinda blushed, "but when I'm not 'fucking' you, you'll be locked in this tiny windowless cell... I mean your bedroom. You won't be able to drive woman to distraction from in there."
James looked inside the tiny cell to see her blue panties folded neatly on his pillow.
"Oh... thought you might like them?" Belinda replied bashfully.
"Clean or dirty?"
"Stop it!"
Belinda knew he was teasing her and it was working as she felt herself redden."
"Would you like me to unpack for you?"
"You checking for contraband?"
"If you like..."
Belinda led him into the second of the two tiny cells where there was a chain hanging down from a pulley on the ceiling. She whipped a pair of handcuffs from inside the waistband of her yoga pants and placed her body against his as she locked his hands behind his back. She then padlocked the cuffs to the heavy chain.
Standing in front of James, as if they were friends talking in the street, Belinda pulled down on the other chain and James's cuffed hands immediately lifted up behind his back.
"It looks like everything's going up," Belinda smiled, already aroused.
James tried to pull his hands back down, but the pulley gave Belinda a two to one advantage, so instead he kissed her teasing lips while he still could.
"Guess what happens when your hands go up and up."
"My body hurts?"
"Yes... and your head goes down."
One more pull of Belinda's chain and James had lost his height advantage over the sexy brunette.
"For once I feel tall next to you," she breathed, nuzzling her lips around his features.
More clicks of the chain as it ran through the pulley and James's hands pulled up further and were now at the same height as his head, which was also the same height as Belinda's breasts.
"Nice top," he observed, unable to avoid her breasts which she had positioned to fill his entire field of view.
"Thanks... you wanna continue the tour of my body?"
"Do I have a choice?" he asked rattling his tightly locked handcuffs, seemingly amazed by quite how powerless he'd become.
"I thought you came here for 'the tour'?"
"Its lucky I trust you," he panted.
Belinda ratcheted his hands up above his head, forcing James to bend such that his head was now level with her waist.
"Think we'll leave you there and padlock everything just where it is."
She slipped a padlock through both the chain that went up and the chain that came down so that the pulley was fixed in place.
"This is cruel," James panted, his body aching, his eyes totally aroused.
"Mmm and I can leave you here for as long as I like."
Belinda turned around to give him a full three sixty view.
"What do you think of these yoga pants," she asked, "I know some men find them inappropriate.
"Oh fuck, they're gorgeous, but so is what's inside."
Once again his words were putting her emotions on steroids. She ran her fingers through his thick dark hair and watched his lips desperately try to pull the tight Lycra material from her body.
It was moments like these that thought back to when they had first met him. She'd been so intimidated by this cool, attractive man who was now infatuated with her and loved to please her in any way he could. If she could design her own man, James would be it.
"Everything comes to he who waits," she replied silkily, "and you, my darling, have no choice but to wait."
