"I assume she didn't leave her keys," Jake gasped breathlessly as he explored the high security chains that locked him and Natalie together in the classic '69' lovers' position.
"No keys," Natalie moaned in delight, her lips chasing his bouncing cock, " Just you and me bound by permanent chains."
The chains certainly looked permanent, thick hardened steel links with high security padlocks had evidently been designed to give the keyholder ultimate control. The heavy chain looked both sexy and intimidating around Natalie's slim waist, forbidding as it glittered across her delicate lingerie and down between her legs. Jake's neck was now locked tightly to Natalie's crotch chains and without the woman's keys, they would stay linked together forever.
"Isn't it exciting to be so helpless?" Natalie trembled, "She could keep us here forever."
Jake tried sit up only for Natalie to let out a trembling cry as the silver crotch chain pulled tight, sinking between her cheeks and crushing its shiny links against her white silk lingerie and her vagina beneath.
"You're leashed to my crotch chain," Natalie breathed, writhing in bliss on the bed, her thighs snapping closed around Jake's neck, her hands pushing Jake back down into her damp panties, "I own you."
*
With no way to measure time inside their windowless room, the day melted into a series of orgasms followed by slow panting between each other's legs. Now disorientated, they gazed dreamily as they heard their door unlock, their eyes craning to watch the curvy woman as she swept into their cell. They had climaxed too many times to count, yet Natalie still had Jake's cock in her mouth as her eyes followed their jailer's swaying hips. Jake was drifting off too, his head resting on Natalie's inner thigh with his lips close enough for her to feel the warmth of his slow breath on her vagina.
"Oh sweeties," the curvy woman smiled kindly, "Lovers always exhaust themselves in this position. It takes just a few hours chained together to realise how cruel a confinement this really is. I control your bodies and your minds."
Natalie rolled over so that she was lying on top of Jake, her head resting on his thighs, her contented eyes too exhausted to play with his semi erect cock. Jake's look was also one of blissful resignation, unable to escape the chains that bound him to Natalie's body. His zoned-out eyes smiled breathlessly, framed between her flushed thighs.
"Too much of a good thing... can be wonderful," the curvy woman smiled, slinking closer, "Now, who said that?"
There was muffled moaning and intimate kissing, but neither Natalie nor Jake responded.
"Mae West, I think," the woman whispered in answer to her own question.
She knelt down on the bed, straddling Natalie's thighs and Jake's head that was trapped between them. The woman squeezed her knees together, which in turn clutched Natalie's thighs even more tightly around Jake's crushed head. With everything nicely secure, the woman eased herself backward on to Jake's face, pressing all three of them deeper into the soft bed.
Jake watched her round hips descend on him, a slip of cream satin running between seemingly huge buttocks. It was like being inside a vault, the walls formed by Natalie's thighs, with the woman's bottom the vault door. The door was now definitely closed and locked with him inside.
"Whoops, this may become his coffin," the woman smiled in reaction to Jake's pleas from beneath her.
She eased herself backwards and cracked open her thighs, "Life?" she asked, her inner thighs touching closed again, "or death?"
The woman watched Jake's erection that Natalie's lips were desperately trying to catch. Breath play could be such an aphrodisiac. She opened her thighs again and listened to his grateful gasping, "Three, two, one..." she breathed, closely clinching her thighs together. Jake's hands were caressing them both, seemingly unaware of where Natalie stopped, and where she started. He was lovingly stroking her thighs, but wasn't trying to part them, instead using the asphyxiation to climax.
The woman opened her legs as she inspected the restraints, "You know these chains will eventually drive you insane," she purred, tracing the links around their tingling bodies, "You're powerless to escape each other's aroused scent."
"And to think that your keys are so close, hidden away on my body," she breathed.
It may have been cruel to tease them like this, but the woman's libido was now in complete control of her actions. She sat up straight, arched her back and focused on the feel of Jake's hands exploring inside her skirt. Caressing her thighs and then delving inside her panties in search of the mythical keys that could unleash him from his lover. His touch was so gentle as his fingers strained upwards into her tight black top. He caressed her full breasts, playing with her nipples as his trembling fingertips combed her bra. The woman spread her legs, her expression changing to one of wonder.
Natalie still had her lips around Jake's cock. Her mouth was tensing and her cheeks tightening as she sucked. It was only a matter of time before Jake's body bucked uncontrollably and he climaxed again. The curvy woman followed with seconds as Jake's tongue seemed convinced that the keys were in her vagina.
The curvy woman looked upwards, her lips apart as she bounced gently on the delirious head beneath her "Found the keys?" she asked.
Both Jake and Natalie were moaning and thrusting with arousal.
"Perfect puppets," the woman mouthed as Jake's almost hypnotised hands returned to her curvy inner thighs.
"Maybe there are no keys," the woman whispered as if telling an elicit secret while rocking against Jake's mouth, "Maybe fate demands that you be joined for life. But keep searching," she mouthed, confident that no matter how many times Jake searched her body, he would never find the keys that she had casually tossed into the bottom of her handbag and tucked away out of sight behind the bar.
The woman slowly climbed off the bed and straightening her twisted skirt. Both Jake and Natalie tried to watch, struggling and moaning as they pulled against each other's chains.
"Sorry sweeties, I have another session in the bar," the woman smiled kindly as she straightened Natalie's tight crotch chain.
"But I can't get my panties off?" Natalie pleaded hopefully.
The woman looked down at the damp silk that was locked on to Natalie's body by her crotch chain. Jake had tried in vain to rip them off, but the defiant lingerie, now a sodden mix of saliva and pheromones, was still attached and hung frustratingly against Jake's face.
"I'll cut them off," the woman smiled.
She clipped away to fetch some scissor and used them to slice through the soft fabric around Natalie's hips. She then straightened the heavy chain so that it ran freely down between Natalie's cheeks, with one thick link pushing against her vagina.
"A play partner once chained me up like this," the woman mouthed, carefully positioning the links of the chain against her pale flesh, "Around the waist and between the legs is the cruellest way to restrain a woman. Impossible to escape those damn hips and each struggle is just so intense... you grow to love it."
Natalie's new naked vulnerability wasn't lost on Jake and with everything on show beneath the shiny steel, his lips went exploring, and Natalie twisted in delight, unable to escape his attentions.
The woman slinked away, pulling the heavy metal door closed behind her and padlocking the thick bolts that sunk deep into the concrete wall. She smiled, locking them in their room was all quite unnecessary. Any attempt by Jake to escape would ultimately tug at Natalie's crotch chain. She would cry out in delight, grip him between her thigh while sucking on his cock. No guy could escape from that.
*
Outside in the bar, the speed dating event was about to start. Six women were milling around the bar and six men were already locked inside their boxes. Everyone was wearing blindfolds.
