"I feel like your toy," Sam smiled as he lay on the thick cream rug.
Donna just smiled back sweetly.
He was naked, Donna had eagerly undressed him as soon as he had arrived an hour ago. Donna, however, was still wearing her blue jeans and black woollen top and was sitting proudly astride his waist. The television was on, but neither was really watching.
Sam was trapped, with Donna's sitting obstinately astride his waist, and with her thighs pinning his arms to his side. He had long since given up trying to escape from beneath her seventy-five kilograms of fit curves as the only result had been a raging erection. He lay watching her smouldering brown eyes that were partially hidden behind wavy blonde hair.
He really did feel like her toy; her eyes lighting up as she reached behind her to hold his cock. Her eyes giving away her excitement as his mummified body moaned in pleasure.
"Your body is like a straitjacket," Sam moaned, every struggle making his cock more erect.
"I know..."
"At least undress," Sam asked hopefully, her high waisted jeans so perfectly containing her hips and so securely buttoned up around her waist.
Donna gently dug her nails against the tip of Sam's cock and watched his reaction with a mischievous smile. She slid further towards Sam's chest and pressed down with her full weight, drawing a cry, as she pulled off her top to reveal her toned body encircled by her black bra.
Sam strained to sit up in the hope of unbuttoning her jeans with his mouth.
"You really want to get inside my jeans?" Donna teased.
"Take them off..."
Donna's fingertips were now circling his penis and bringing him dangerously close to the edge. The crotch of her jeans was flirting with him, tight and stretching as if fought to contain her body.
"You want to get inside?" Donna repeated, pressing her palm gently against Sam neck and bouncing her butt on his chest. He was gorgeous and he was totally hers as she rode his thrusting climaxing body. He was grinning inanely as she moved her hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat.
"Want a drink?" she smiled.
"Freedom at last," Sam smiled deliriously.
"I thought you wanted to get inside my jeans?" Donna whispered, unbuttoning the warm denim and lifting up from Sam's chest so that she could wriggle the tight material over her hips. The jeans were now at her mid-thigh with Donna kneeling on Sam's chest to hold him in place.
"Come in," Donna trembled.
She rolled over and helped Sam ease his head through the gap between the waistline of her unbuttoned jeans and her damp panty crotch. There had been a time where Donna would have embarrassed by her damp underwear, but now she had the confidence to let Sam's lip knead the wet fabric.
"You see, you wanted me inside..." he breathed.
"What I really want is to pull them back up with your head still inside..."
"Wow, yeah."
"You must be a masochist," Donna giggled, "If I could enclose you in my jeans, I would never let you out."
Sam kissed Donna until she orgasmed and then stayed between her legs as Donna's shrieks reduced to cute breathy cries.
"Even you can't pin me to the floor while you get the drinks," Sam goaded.
"I don't need to," she replied, her voice breathy, "You're going inside my jeans like you wanted."
"What?"
Donna sat up and pulled her hair back over her bare shoulders, "I mean I'm going to put my dirty jeans over your head and lock them up!"
She released her grip so that Sam could turn his head and look down inside her jeans that were still pulled midway up her thighs. The air inside was warm and dark and heavy with Donna scent.
"They're not ripped," he smiled.
"No, they're airtight."
"Will I be able to breathe?"
"I don't know! I've never put anyone inside them before!" she laughed, secretly delighted by the image of Sam pleading for his life from inside her padlocked jeans.
She squeezed her thighs around his neck, leaving Sam grinning as she slipped out of her jeans, and then gave a mock frown as she held them to her nose.
"Oh Sammy, what an evening you have in store," she smiled as she reached for his cock.
"Oh yeah," Sam moaned from inside Donna's Alcatraz-like hold, his zoned-out body then moaning even louder as Donna ran her nails up his penis. She then danced her fingers around his tip and watched his beautiful model like body thrust blindly against her hand.
Her powerful thighs had now cut off his air so they could enjoy the special moment of ultimate trust. Donna's beautiful brown eyes smouldered dangerously as his hands strained to open her thighs. Suddenly there was an explosion as he climaxed across them both.
Donna slowly unwrapped one leg from the other and looked down at the delirious man in her lap, "Time to zip you away..."
Sam lay motionless on his back, both physically and sexually exhausted, while Donna sprung to her feet and then dropped down to again straddle his waist. She peeled off her black woollen top and unclipped her black bra. She could see that Sam wanted to kiss her breasts and she duly leaned forward to smother him. It gave her a nice yoga stretch in her hips even if her untied blonde hair was now a tangled mess.
Donna's sexy jeans, bunched up on the floor beside him, looked strangely intimidating; cute on her hips but totally incapacitating over his head. Sam waited for his moment, listening to Donna's breathy moans, before pushing up against her shoulder and trying to roll her over. Instinctively, her legs spread to balance herself and her arms tightened around his neck to create an enforced pin against her chest.
"How did you not move?" he cried.
Donna's lips were pursed as she released him from her breasts and twisted his arm back against its joints. She scooted up his body and sat on his neck with her calves folded back beneath Sam's shoulders. Her left thigh now pinning Sam's outstretched arm back against the end of its natural range.
Sam looked up pleadingly at the woman who was so adept at controlling his pain. Right now, she was teasing him with the pain. The ache, mixed with her aroused scent, resulted in an uncontrollable erection, but her slightest movement, just the smallest twitch of her hips and he would be screaming in agony.
"I love this hold," she breathed, "so gorgeously tempting to just pop your shoulder out of its socket."
"My cock," Sam gasped.
"I'm actually applying the lock to your shoulder, Sammy." With a swish of blonde hair, Donna looked behind her and nodded approvingly, "Oh I see..."
"Why does every hold have me between your legs?"
"Mmm... you are in a very intimate pickle."
"Too fucking sexy..."
"Well, all the more reason to hide you away in the underworld, Sammy..." she smiled seductively.
*
Donna picked up her used blue jeans and zipped and buttoned them closed. She then started eased the warm fabric over Sam's head.
"How can I kiss you from in here?" Sam's voice was gravelly.
"We'll find a way."
Sam could see and smell her arousal growing. Her black lingerie crept forward on to his lips and her seeming huge thighs, that could snap his shoulder in an instant, were intent only on working her vagina closer. Sam kissed her, and was still kissing her, as Donna pulled her jeans fully over his head, pulled them tight around his neck and slipped a padlock through the belt hoops.
"How does it feel?" she breathed.
"I love your scent..."
"So, am I safe to release your shoulder?" Donna's left thigh was twitching wickedly, almost wanting to crush its beloved prey.
"So warm," he breathed
"Good! I'll get the drinks."
Sam smiled to himself. It was strangely intimate being locked inside the space where Donna's body had spent the day. He pulled at the padlock and then at the jeans and laughed to himself as his predicament sunk home. He climbed gingerly to his knees, naked other than for the jeans, and turned warily with his outstretched arms.
"Oh, you poor thing," Donna called.
Sam pulled at the jeans in the hope of finding a hole to see out, "The denim's thinner here... must be the crotch," he called back.
"Probably... you know I wear those without panties."
"Oh fuck..."
"You're enjoying that!" Donna exclaimed, sinking back down into the sofa with her wine glass in hand.
Sam followed her seductive voice and edged forward on his knees towards her open legs, his hands probing her semi-naked body.
"What a beautiful evening," Donna sighed with a long and contented exhale, "That lovely autumnal smell."
"I'm not getting that in here."
"Guess not."
"What part of your jeans is this?" Sam panted, pulling at the material now taut across his face.
"Mmm... that's the butt."
Sam attempted to stand up in search of Donna's mouth but was quickly pulled back as Donna used the jeans trouser legs to draw Sam's head deeper between her legs.
"A lover on a leash," she breathed "I can lead you anywhere..."
"But of course, you lead me here," Sam smiled, trying to kiss her vagina.
Donna tensed her thighs and watched her adductor muscles flex and meld around Sam's head. Keeping them tensed, she pressed against the hard muscles that formed an inescapable human lock around his head.
'These girls have got you Sammy,' she mouthed to herself, her fingernails pleasuring her own legs.
Wrapping Sam in her jeans was a wonderful way to control the pace. His doting eyes and naughty lips would normally be in control of her by now. Locked safely in his cell, she could savour him and bring her anxious mind into the moment.
Other than being masked, blindfolded and enveloped in her sent, Sam was free, and his hands felt wonderful as they explored her body. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head as if it was her saddle.
"Fuck Donna," Sam mumbled breathlessly, "First you're in these jeans... and now I am!"
"What a bummer."
"I want to kiss you!"
"I know you do..." This was too wonderful for words. A man desperate to be set free to worship her.
Sam tried to pull free, but the human lock tightened around him.
"I think I should tether you, Sammy..."
