Saturday morning and Belinda rolled over in bed and arched her back which ached slightly as it always did in the morning. She knew she should do some yoga stretches, but right then nothing was further from her mind. She rolled over and pushed her unbrushed and tangled dark hair out of her eyes. Still only half awake and with her head pounding, she reached out a hand and fumbled for her phone which she pulled back under her warm duvet.
"Good morning sleepy," she purred into her phone in her gravelly, pre-coffee morning voice.
"Hi darling," James replied.
"What a beautiful sunny day," she teased, knowing full well that James was locked in a high security, windowless prison cell.
"Is it?"
"Oh, hasn't your prison guard let you out yet?"
"It sounds as though she's still in bed... amusing herself."
"Mmm she is and she's naked."
"Nothing I haven't seen before," James replied, trying to compete with the beautiful woman's teasing.
"Then you know what you're missing."
James sat up and tried to clear Belinda's body from his every thought, "I'm ready to lie on top of some beautiful woman, pin her to the bed and make love."
There was silence for a moment and James smiled at what he thought was a minor victory, but then Belinda giggled into the phone and moaned out loud, taken aback by her own touch.
"Nice try sweetie, but I think I'll lie here for another hour or so... just because I can."
James was now on his feet, naked in his locked concrete box and now desperate for some water to ease his parched mouth. He leaned against the steel door of his six foot by six foot cell with Belinda once again filling his every thought.
"One wrong word from you my darling and you'll stay locked up in your box all weekend," she breathed, her words melting into his ear.
"I don't think I could survive that."
His warm breath touched the cold steel door. He loved how Belinda could so easily put him under her spell and how she made fucking with his mind seem so natural.
Belinda sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and flicked back her hair that seemed to have a mind of its own this morning. She listened intently to her phone which relayed James's breathing, sighing and general signs of complete frustration.
"Bel, I need you!"
"Mmm that's better," she half giggled, wriggling into her robe, "Once I've had a long, long hot shower I may release you... temporarily at least."
Belinda showered quickly, but then took her time perfecting her makeup. She zipped herself into her new short, blue flower print summer dress, bra and cream, flower print satin panties. The panties immediately started to ride up and she wondered about her decision to drop a size.
She made breakfast for her daughter and sat and ate with her, all the time fidgeting impatiently on her stool. She was desperate to introduce James to her family, but the time wasn't right and anyway their current arrangement was just too fun.
*
It was ten o'clock when Belinda finally walked into the gaol and smiled at Kate who was talking to visitors at the front desk. She was attracting discrete glances in her short summer dress, with its plunging neck line and hem that rode up whenever she turned, but she didn't care. She may have been revealing her toned legs, but her big secret was still hidden away inside a locked jail cell.
She turned the corner at the end of the cell block and her dress flicked up again revealing much of her thighs and a little of her too tight underwear beneath. Her long dark hair was down, freshly washed and shiny and mirrored the swirl of her dress as she walked. The only clues to her kinky secret were the leather bangles on her wrists, and her sandals with their leather straps that crisscrossed up her feet and ankles. Unlike James's 'bangles' though, hers could be unbuckled at anytime.
Making sure no one was watching, Belinda unlocked a door, clipped along a corridor that was closed to the public and arrived at James's 'home'. Without putting down the tray of takeaway coffees, she pulled a large key ring from her small brown handbag and unlocked the first steel door and heavied it open. The weight of the cell doors always amazed and excited her and showed just how trapped you would be if someone locked one with you inside.
She unlocked the second barred door, walked through and reached through the bars to relock it behind her. She looked back at the key, still in the lock and almost wished that Kate had been there to take it.
The small entrance area was empty, as James was still locked inside one of the two small cells, however, he'd heard her arrive and was now pushing his body against the cell door, his fingers trying pointlessly to open its small grilled observation window.
"Belinda?"
She sipped her coffee and straightened her panties.
"Belinda?"
She finally turned the catch to open the small observation window and stepped back to give James an uninterrupted view of her dress.
"Wow, you look fantastic," James gasped with envy through the tiny grille.
She sipped her coffee and watched his sexy eyes that glistened from inside the locked cell. She turned and felt the dress lift off her body. James watched carefully, looking much like a caged lion, prowling inside his cage.
"You going to let me out?"
"Not yet... I want to see you try and escape."
She tried not to smile, but couldn't stop her lips from curving upwards, which made James laugh, which in turn made Belinda giggle. Okay, that hadn't worked.
Seemingly unable to refuse anything she asked him, James lifted his foot and slammed it into the door and when that didn't work he rammed it with his shoulder. Within minutes he was exhausted, but still helplessly trapped inside the cell. All he had achieved was to make Belinda giggle and raise the temperature between her legs.
"That was so cute," she said, as if talking to a kitten.
"I'm still locked in here..."
"Oh, I'm sorry... here allow me."
Belinda stepped forward and simply unlocked the cell door.
James stepped out wearing only ripped designer jeans. Despite his strength he handled her so gently as he pushed her up against the wall, pinned her hands above her head and kissed her lips. She instinctively lifted her leg and wrapped it around him, trying to get as close to him as possible.
"I want to take you for a picnic," he said with his gravelly dry throat.
Belinda giggled and nodded enthusiastically; she couldn't remember a guy inviting her for a picnic before.
"I assume it's sunny?" he asked.
"It's a beautiful day," she giggled between kisses, "where have you been?"
*
By midday, James had bought the picnic and a new picnic rug and they had found a secluded spot beneath a tree at the far end of the park. They lay side by side on the rug with the mottled sun shining down through the branches. James ran his fingers down her hot body, detouring under her short dress on the way back up.
"I'm glad you gave me day release," he smiled.
"Guess it would have been a shame to spend all day in the cell."
Belinda had popped his shirt buttons and was now working on his jeans that wouldn't be around his waist for very long.
"When does my curfew start?"
"Six o'clock this evening," Belinda looked pained, "I have to pick up my daughter and we have a family get together, but you don't have to be locked up then..."
"That's okay, I feel bad taking you away from your daughter."
"So you want to spend a beautiful evening alone in a jail cell?"
"I wish you could be there, but you have other things you must do."
Belinda was grinning like a school girl; this guy was just too cute and seemed to understand.
*
By the time they returned, the gaol had just closed for the day and Kate was tidying up before she left. Kate had never been one to dress up for work and as usual was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and boots.
"Hi Katie, I see you're still using the torture box as a seat," Belinda remarked as she saw the blonde sitting casually on the ancient torture device.
"I find it very comfortable," Kate replied.
"And the person inside?"
"They get to enjoy a lovely feeling of security."
"Security? Locked up and sat on by a crazy Irish woman?"
"Same thing..."
With neither James nor Belinda offering to become an integral part of Kate's chair and the space beneath her denim cover butt remaining empty, Kate changed tack and followed them through the cell block and into the private area.
"Can I try something, please?" Kate said in her most alluring Irish lilt.
Belinda looked at James, who looked at Kate and they were still looking back and forth with no one making a decision as Kate picked up two sets of handcuffs.
"Guess we are in," Belinda said as Kate positioned their hands behind their backs and snapped the cuffs far too tightly around both James's and Belinda's wrists.
"Guess you are."
Kate then used a large padlock to attach Belinda's cuffs to a metal ring fixed at about waist height on one side of the cell. She then locked James's cuffs to a ring on the opposite side of the cell, so that they were standing facing each other about five feet apart.
"Lovers, so near and yet so far..."
Kate grinned as her brown boots and worn jeans paced up and down between them, the sound of her ankle boots filling the tiny space. She pushed the keys into her back pocket and turned to show James where the keys now lived.
"Make sure you keep an eye on them," she said as she kissed him on the lips.
"You bitch," Belinda called, strangely aroused by the situation.
"Chill sweetie, I won't forget you."
Kate walked over to Belinda, gently cupped her face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, she pushed her right leg between Belinda's thighs and reached up under her skirt.
Kate knew that she couldn't touch James, at least not while Belinda was watching, but ironically she could play up the 'crazy Irish bitch' tag and have a little fun with Belinda. Partly it was because she loved playing with her helpless victim, but she also found Belinda's body strangely attractive, even though she was a girl.
"Bitch!" Belinda breathed.
"Yes, but you're not even struggling to get out of the cuffs," Kate whispered into Belinda's ear, "Is that because you know you can't or because...?"
Kate left the sentence unfinished as she knelt down and kissed Belinda's feet and then worked her way slowly up Belinda's legs. Goosebumps were forming on Belinda's skin as Kate's lips slid up inside her dress and came face to the face with the tiny underwear that had been meant to allure James.
