The sound of Belinda locking doors, turning and jangling keys had almost brought James to climax. Almost. He just needed to touch himself, but unfortunately that was impossible while his whole body was tightly shackled to the wall.
His excitement was heightened by an edge of fear. Belinda had been right, if she chose never to release him, his skeleton would hang from the chains forever. Even his immediate survival was now in her hands. If she chose not to unlock him, or if she just forgot, he probably wouldn't survive for more than a day or so. Weirdly, James's aroused mind couldn't appreciate the danger; he just found her power over him wildly exciting.
Belinda returned less than an hour later, the sound of keys jangling in locks getting louder, until the door to his cell swung open. Belinda walked in, her makeup perfect, her hair in a bun, and wearing her favourite short blue cocktail dress. The top plunged dramatically down between her breasts, with a telltale key shaped pendant hanging provocatively against her skin. The dress was tight around her waist, but sprayed out such that a spin or pirouette would reveal her upper thighs and possibly more.
She had stepped out from the family meal at the restaurant and only had a few minutes before she would be missed, desperate to see her naked lover who she'd left helplessly chained to the cell wall. Even his head was locked inside the scold's bridle with its metal prong protruding inside his mouth, pinning down his tongue.
"Hi darling," Belinda panted, her face close, her warm breathe scented with perfume and wine blowing through the bars of the bridle.
James's tongue fought against the bridle, but he could only moan incoherently.
"Your life is just ticking away while you hang helplessly from those chains," Belinda breathed, "and I'm not going to let you go..." She shivered as arousal swept her body and she opened her mouth to try to bite his bare chest.
The sight of Belinda was also overloading James's emotions and he tried to step forward and hug her, but the shackles on his neck, wrists and ankles held him rigidly in place. His frustration was making him shiver, wanting nothing more than to hold her.
"Tick, tock," Belinda moaned, "More of your life slipping away...."
She reached behind her and unzipped the cocktail dress and let it slip from her body. She then unhooked her bra and let her blue satin panties slide to the floor.
"Two naked lovers, all alone..." she panted, rubbing herself against his hard cock, "so many possibilities..."
She wrapped her arms around James shoulders, pulled herself up and then down, allowing his cock to slip inside her. They stood face to face, motionless, letting the feeling trickle through their bodies, before Belinda started to gently work her hips forward and back to take them to climax as slowly and erotically as possible.
"Did you see this?" Belinda panted as she stepped back, "these must be the most wonderful panties in the world... they unlock my lover."
She picked up her blue satin underwear and held it close to James's nose. Attached to the crotch by a small key ring was a single silver key, "The only key to the bridle and all of the chains that are locking you to the wall," she smiled proudly as the blue panties made their way back up her long legs and snugged into place, the key now safely inside. Seconds later and the cocktail dress was also back in place.
"Now even if the police tried to free you," she giggled, holding out her empty hands, "I don't have the key..."
James used his chained hands to point between Belinda's legs.
"Sorry office, neither of us knows where the key might be," she continued her little tease.
James's manacles rattled as he tried to reach her giggling, twirling body.
"Time for dessert," she said, kissing him through the bars of the bridle.
James could only watch helplessly as Belinda turned on her heels and skipped out of the cell, locking the door behind her. To James it had been almost surreal. Locked in a cell, chained so cruelly that he could bare move a muscle and then his jailer had appeared. She'd kissed him, stripped naked and made the most wonderful love. Minutes later she'd redressed and left with the only key, with him still helplessly chained to the wall where he would stay until she returned.
*
Another two hours of James's life had passed before the jangling returned and the brunette in the flirty cocktail dress returned.
"How was your evening," she giggled, giddy on both wine and power, "Oh yes, you can't talk can you... now where is that key?"
Belinda pulled her hair from its bun, shook it free and started to pepper James's face with kisses between the bars of the bridle. Her fingers played with the padlock securing the bridle and she gave a look of mock frustration as she tried to release his head without first removing the high security lock, "Oh dear, we really need the key..."
The look of aroused frustration in James's eyes was to die for and Belinda's lips started to pepper him with more kisses.
"I'd give anything for that damn key!" she smiled.
If James hadn't been thinking about Belinda's crotch then he was now.
"Okay, okay, I have it," she cried, her hands reaching up inside her dress to retrieve her underwear. She held the warm key against James's face and pushed the warm blue fabric against his nose before pushing the key into the lock and removing the bridle.
"Bel, I am so going to fuck you, sweetheart, as soon as soon as I get out of these fucking chains," James cried as soon as tongue was free.
"You promise?"
"Just let me out and see!"
Belinda smiled teasingly and then stepped back and slid her underwear, with the key still attached, back up inside her dress.
"No!" James cried, straining at the shackles.
"If only we had the key!"
"Belinda!" There were almost tears in James's brown eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "We can still kiss," she purred, her tongue pushing into his mouth and, just like the bridle, preventing him from speaking.
Belinda kept glancing at his chest and arms, excitement building as she daydreamed about what his body would do to her as soon as it was released. With her anticipation just too much, she relented and retrieved the all important key from inside her damp underwear.
Even once she'd unlocked his hands and feet, she threw the key to the far side of the cell and kissed him some more with his neck still shackled to the wall. Only once she'd unlocked the final padlock could he take charge and carry her giggling, back into the other cell and on to the waiting bed.
*
They had made love and James was now sitting astride the exhausted brunette's waist as she smiled and panted beneath him. The bottle of champagne was almost empty and Belinda knew she had less than an hour before she had to leave.
"Ever heard of 'Immurement'?" she smiled sweetly, finishing her glass in one gulp.
James hadn't, but he followed the brunette's lead as she pulled on her underwear and then zipped herself back into her dress. She swung her hips and pulled the hem of her dress to one side in a cute pose. James pulled on his jeans and his unbuttoned white cotton shirt and followed her out of the cell.
Belinda's heels echoed as she took his hand and led him out of his cell, through the cell block and into the gaol's museum. In one corner was a heavy wooden trunk, four foot long, three foot wide and two foot high. Although a replica, it looked authentic with thick oak with rusty iron supports.
"Immurement is a form of confined imprisonment, usually for life, in a box or coffin," Belinda explained as she closed and sat on the heavy lid, "just like this," she smiled seductively as she closed the padlock hasps on both sides of the old trunk.
James crouched down to get a better view of both the trunk and Belinda's legs.
"Once the box was locked it would never be unlocked," Belinda smiled, blowing a stray hair from her mouth.
Belinda pointed between her ankles to a four inch square hole in the front of the box that was reinforced around its edges with steel. The hole could be closed from the outside with a hinged steel cover that locked into place.
"And this tiny hole is the prisoner's only view out, used for passing in tiny amounts of food and water and passing out, well you know what," Belinda playfully stuck out her tongue.
"And if the cover is closed?"
"Then maybe not such a great day for the prisoner," she winked.
"I guess you'd want to avoid sadistic jailers then?"
"Yeah, you lucked out there," she giggled.
"And how long did people spent how long in here?" he checked, discretely working his lips along the inside of her thigh.
"Only life... as soon as the prisoner was declared dead the padlocks were unlocked," she flicked up one of the hasps to demonstrate and used her other hand to pull James's head deeper between her open legs.
