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Tom had slept surprising well, considering, but then the evening spent locked in the cell with Katie had been demanding. He now lay with her on the mattress, his head having been inside her jeans for the last six hours. It was warm and damp from their perspiration and Katie’s scent was growing stronger by the minute.

Katie was still asleep, her breathing slow and deep. Every now and again she twitched in her sleep, no doubt in reaction to some crazy dreams. Tom didn’t even want to imagine what those dreams might be. Katie only woke when the cell door opened and the new assistant, Jess, walked in.

Tom couldn’t see the other woman, but listened to her soft voice which had a slight Eastern European inflection. She sounded about the same age as Katie; probably a friend, but otherwise she was a mystery. Their soft voices were difficult to hear from inside her jeans, but Tom was intent on following the conversation.

As far as Tom could tell, the new girl had brought both coffees and the keys to the jeans. But given that Katie was sipping on her drink and his head was still intimate with her butt, she had evidently decided to go for the coffee first.

“Katie?”

“Morning sleepy.”

Sleepy! He’d spent the last hour awake listening to her sleep, although he decided not to point this out.

“There’s coffee here for you,” she purred as she continued with her own caffeine intake.

“Great, but I can’t drink from in here.”

“No, I guess not,” she giggled.

His dry mouth and the thought of the coffee were making his confines even more frustrating, but at least she had woken in a good mood. He ran his nose along the edge of her panties and then gently kissed her, which made the small hairs on her butt stand on end. If he was lucky, maybe he’d get time off for good behaviour.

But it didn’t seem to be working. The padlocks that secured them together remained locked. Even though Katie now had the keys to release them, evidently she thought that six hours inside her jeans, worshiping her ass, was not enough.

He lay still listening, but hearing almost complete silence. There was no way through the denim that enclosed his head and so he turned his head and buried his face once more into the girl’s butt. He breathed deeply, getting a small amount of warm air, before the black silk moulded round his features, once more sealing off his mouth and nose.

It was a while later when Katie finally unlocked the jeans from around her waist and wriggled her way out, once again leaving the jeans hanging around Tom’s neck. But Tom took no notice of the jeans, the slight ache from the cuffs or the fact that it was Sunday morning and he’d been locked up since Friday night, as he sat up and started his lukewarm coffee.

Katie sat against the opposite cell wall and pushed her feet up against his, her big eyes and long lashes looking innocently at him as she sipped.

“I smell like your butt.” Tom said as he held his hand to his face.

Katie looked slightly embarrassed and hid behind her coffee cup as she spoke.

“I guess you will.... for a while.”

“Do you know what it felt like in there?” He continued.

“Hot and humid?”

“Yes. And airless, claustrophobic, overpowered by your scent. I could go on.”

“Is it something the punters will like?” she asked, starting to take notes.

“Fuck yeah.”

Katie had a big grin on her face as she finished her coffee and slipped her blue dress back on over her damp black underwear. She picked up her pad of paper and walked out of the cell and back upstairs. Tom sat there, eyes closed, listening to the familiar clang of the door followed by the metallic scrapping of the padlock. Tom was in chains, inside a locked cell and in complete darkness, yet he felt happier than he’d felt in a long while.

He thought about his life outside of Katie’s world. He enjoyed his work; he’d just finished a big deal last week, but somehow that didn’t excite him as much as it used to. He’d made enough money and maybe that was why he no longer cared. He had many friends, most through work, but again no one that really excited him.

However in Katie’s place even the long hours of incarceration didn’t seem tedious. With Katie he felt out of control, no need to think or make decisions. Everything he did was controlled by the crazy, cute brunette. Tom had deliberately mentioned that he had no work for the next few weeks and he hoped that she would take the hint and keep him close. Although maybe not as close as last night.

Later that morning, Katie released Tom and gave him the keys to her small flat. As he entered, he found a bag of his clothes that Katie had brought from his apartment. Stepping over the usual mess, he showered and dressed in clean clothes. He went out to buy some coffee, only realising at the last minute that Katie only had his wallet. With no money and unable to get into his own apartment, he returned to the alleyway.

He walked in to find a strange girl sitting on one of the wooden chairs. She was wearing a blue sleeveless top, short green cotton shorts and trainers. She was about the same height as Katie and fit, but her figure was fuller and more curvy. She had short dark hair that framed her tanned face.

“Hi Tom, we haven’t met. I’m Jess,” she smiled nervously with her slight accent.

Tom smiled back at the woman whom he’d never met, but who had incarcerated him for the whole of the previous night.

“Katie said to get you ready,” she mumbled self consciously.

“Ready for what?”

Jess didn’t really know how to answer that and so led the way down to the basement and gestured for Tom to follow her. As before, the first two cells doors were locked.

“Other guests?” Tom asked.

“Yes, I already put them in.”

Jess continued through the open door and into the far cell. She knelt down and threaded a heavy bicycle ‘D’ shaped locked through a metal hoop that was countersunk into the concrete floor.

“Sorry, Katie said I do this to you,” she smiled apologetically.

“Do what?”

“This!”

“And is she around?”

“Yes, later, but first I must do you.”

She looked keen to complete her designated task. Katie seemed to hold a certain power over this girl, just like Katie did over him. And like him, this girl was eager not to disappoint. Katie seemed to exert that power over people.

Tom lay down on his back and lowered his neck into place between the two sides of the lock. Jess knelt down beside him and positioned the straight edge of the lock over his throat. It was tight and allowed no room for Tom to lift his head what so ever. And with his neck held down, there would be no way to turn his shoulders, making the position even more restrictive.

“You okay if I lock?” she asked.

“If that’s what Katie wants.”

With a look of pity on her tanned face, the girl inserted the key and turned. She then stood up, feet together by his head and looked down.

“You locked now.”

“So I see.” Tom rattled the heavy steel.

“You want something?” she offered.

“The key?” he smiled.

She slowly smiled back and crouched down again, this time closer to his face. Her knee was close enough to kiss, so he did. She didn’t seem to object, but instead moved closer so that he could kiss the back of her thigh. She moved closer again and he kissed her thigh just below where the short shorts finished. Given the length of the shorts, this meant that he was almost kissing her butt.

“Did Katie ask you to do this?”

The girl blushed and moved back.

“Please don’t tell.”

“I won’t. And if you take your shorts off I won’t tell her that either.”

The girl stood up and turned towards the door. She then put her knees together and put her hands to her waist. A moment later, she wriggled out of her little shorts to reveal blue underwear stretched over her round butt.

Her strong legs and butt stood there for a moment, considering options, before walking back towards him and quickly dropping down to cover his face. Her fuller figure engulfed him and he fought against both her weight and a lack of air as he inserted his tongue.

The shy foreign girl seemed to lose her inhibitions and cried out such that people walking past could almost hear. By the time they’d finished and she was pulling on her shorts, they were both breathing hard. She knelt down and kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks you, but I still have to take the key.”

“Katie’s orders?”

“I have to.” She kissed him again.

With that she left the cell, locking Tom inside. Tom’s mouth was sore and dry as he lay in the dark on the hard concrete. He reached down and touched himself, he was already so close. But he stopped, afraid of what Katie would say and just waited instead.

An hour later, the cell door was unlocked and the light turned on. Katie walked in, but Tom had to look twice to check it really was her. She was wearing a dark skirt suit that looked to have been tailor made. The jacket wrapped in tightly around her waist and was secured by a single button. The skirt hugged, but not too tightly, her butt and thighs and modestly reached down to her knees. Underneath she wore a black blouse, with frills around the top.

She wore thin stockings and black high heels that came to a point. Her long hair, that before was almost un-bushed, was styled and worn up in a way that complimented her long silver earrings. Her make up again looked professionally done and somehow made her eyelashes look longer than ever.

She stood above the manacled guy looking down, one hand on her hip, the other playing with her hair.

“Wow Katie!” he breathed.

Katie giggled in a way that was at odds with her sophisticated look. She placed her feet over his wrists such that the soles and heels acted as cuffs, pinning his wrist to the floor.

Tom was struck by the uncanny resemblance to her Aunt. The inherited looks, the playful smile and now the sexy suit. When he’d first met Katie she barely looked her age of 21. Now her elegance made her look much older, much closer to his age and therefore all the more attractive.

Tom desperately wanted in touch her legs and struggled in vain to free his hands from beneath her shoes.

“Please let me up, I’ve got to see the new look.”

Without moving her feet, Katie crouched down and inspected the lock around his neck.

“Do you really think there’s anywhere to conceal a key in this suit?” she smiled standing back up.

“You don’t have it?”

“I’m not going to ruin the elegant lines by carrying a key?” she purred as she caressed the soft material.

Katie saw him looking up her skirt and responded by opening her thighs a little wider.

“If you look up there, I’ll put you in there,” she said.

“Again?”

“Yes, again!”

Still without freeing his wrists, Katie crouched down and unbuttoned Tom’s trousers and grabbed his cock. Given the morning’s events, he only lasted for a few minutes. He lay there panting with Katie still crouched over him, her weight still securing his wrists in place.

Katie cleaned him up and then returned with a black marker pen. She sat on his thighs and scribbled her name in handwriting just below his belly button on his hard slim stomach. It was only an inch long, but it clearly spelt out ‘Katie’s’ in her distinctive curvy manuscript.

“What do you think?” she asked as she handcuffed his hands and then padlocked them to the lock around his neck.

“I can’t really see.”

Katie then cuffed his feet and padlocked the chain to the far wall.

“There will plenty of time to see, Jess is also a tattoo artist.”

“What?”

“Yes, forever mine...”

Tom struggled against his shackles as he felt he had to try. But in fact there was nothing he wanted more right then than be the property of this beautiful woman. Regardless though, the reality was that he had no way of physically stopping the girls from permanently marking him as ‘Katie’s’.

Not hearing any real protest, Katie kissed him on the lips until they both needed air and then clipped back out of the cell.

An hour later and Jess was sat on his chest, marking him for life. It hurt, but then so did his chest which had taken Jess’s full weight for the last thirty minutes. When she had finished, she unlocked his hand and foot cuffs.

“Please can you unlock this too?” Tom asked pulling at the lock around his neck, “The hard floor is starting to hurt.”

“I can’t unlock.”

“Why? You lock,” Tom said imitating her slightly incorrect grammar.

“Katie has the key.”

“She said you had it.”

Jess smiled and shrugged her shoulders before leaving the cell. Just before the heavy steel swung shut, thereby enclosing all sound waves, Tom repeated his offer of earlier. Jess stopped momentarily before once again slipping out of her shorts and this time also out of her underwear.

Again, she took over half an hour to be fully satisfied and again, Tom was exhausted. He lay helplessly shackled to the floor as she stood above him and slipped back into her shorts.

“Okay, but only because that is wonderful,” Jess said as she pulled a key from her pocket.

“You have it!”

“I have it all the time,” she smiled.

“But you were going to leave me chained up in agony?”

“Yes and maybe I still will.”

“No, please.”

Jess knelt with one knee on his chest, which made him cry out in pain as she turned the key. Tom eased his stiff body up from the floor as Jess took the bicycle lock and relocked it around his neck, but at least this time he wasn’t connected to the floor.

Tom was then released for the afternoon, with strict instructions to return by 8 p.m. that night. He walked down the alley with the key to Katie’s flat and a small ration of money. How had he let himself slip even further into Katie’s web? He was now permanently marked as her property.

And Katie had now allowed Jess to torment him too. He’d spent much of the morning underneath her butt and she seemed to be developing a love of having his tongue in her clit. Plus he would have to spend his few hours of freedom with a bike lock fixed around his neck. He turned up his jacket collar to make sure the lock couldn’t be seen as he turned on to the main road and attempted to readjust to the real world, if only for a few hours.

*

Tom stopped at a small bar, ordered a beer and sat at a table at the back. The first beer went some way in reducing Jess’s scent from his mouth and nose, but not completely. As he was drinking his second beer a woman smiled at him from a nearby table. He smiled back but nothing more; he just wasn’t interested.

He walked back to Katie’s small flat and undressed in the bathroom. He smiled as he saw the lock around his neck. It felt exciting knowing that there was no way he could remove it and it just reminded him of what might happen when he returned to Katie & Co.

He showered and then lay down on Katie’s bed to stretch. He pulled her bed sheet over him and rolled a couple of times until the sheet was wrapped tightly around his body and head. He lay there breathing in the scent which had seeped from Katie’s naked body over many many nights.

Was he starting to get obsessed? He hadn’t thought about work, or indeed anything else all weekend. He untangled himself from her sheet and looked down at the tattoo on his stomach. It was small and neat and her handwriting was kind of sexy, but shit it was with him for life. He rolled back into her sheet.

As far as he could tell, Katie wasn’t spending much time at her flat, no doubt having moved into his apartment. He imagined her naked body laying on his king size bed. Maybe she would let him join her there one night, but strangely he wasn’t that fussed, somehow he knew that whatever she had planned for him at the alley would be much more fun. Tom cleared a space on the floor to exercise and then showered again. It was now close to 8 p.m. and so he redressed and returned.

With only one minute to go, he arrived and Katie unlocked the door and let him inside. She was still wearing her fitted skirt suit and again looked stunning. In the real world, Tom would have had no hesitation in chatting her up and then doing everything within his power to get her into bed.

But right then he felt lucky to be her business partner, whatever that now meant, and happy that he had one of her cells on long term rent. It meant that he was assured of discovering much more about this amazing woman, even if he had no idea of the twists and turns his journey of discovery would take.

He already knew what it was like to be locked up by her and to have her sit on his face. He even knew what it was like to spend the night inside her jeans, smothered to the extreme with barely enough air to survive. Although looking at her butt in that skirt, he was ready to risk his life again.

“Just in time,” she observed.

“Am I?” Tom smiled casually.

“You wouldn’t want to experience the penalty for being late.”

Katie stood there looking into his eyes as she casually locked rigid cuffs around his wrists. Just as she had double locked the second cuff, they heard a yell from the cells. Katie looked pained as she turned towards the stairs to where the noise had come. He was a new guy and Katie had made a mistake in giving him a session. He’d asked to be locked up, but now he was shouting and becoming more abusive.

“Would you like me to remove him?” Tom offered.

“Yes please.” Her voice gave away her obvious concern.

“It will be easier without the cuffs.”

“Is this just an excuse to get me to unlock you?”

Katie gave him a half smile as she pulled a key from her jacket pocket and unlocked Tom’s hands. They then walked down to the cells and Katie unlocked the cell. The guy staggered out and tried to grab Katie. Tom stepped in, blocked a punch and pushed him up against the wall. It wasn’t much of a fight. Tom was stronger, trained in martial arts and sober, the other guy wasn’t. Once outside and out of Katie’s view, he took his wallet and explained graphically what would happen if he returned.

Tom was surprised by how angry he had felt and how protective he therefore must be of this girl who did nothing but torment him. Tom walked back inside and Katie quickly locked the front door behind him.

Katie’s thanks comprised of relocking him in the rigid cuffs, although she did follow it up with a kiss on the lips.

“Where’s Jess?” Tom asked, again worried about Katie’s safety.

“Gone. She knew you were mine and yet she stuck her vagina in your face.”

“Wasn’t that her job?”

“No, that’s my job,” Katie emphasised the words as she spoke.

Tom couldn’t even start to understand the relationship between these two women. They were about the same age, so maybe they had been college friends. Katie must have known her well enough to bring her into her confidence about this place. Or was Jess just a paid employee sourced through some fetish connection? Possibly, as the relationship certainly wasn’t equal and Jess seemed to be under Katie’s spell almost as much as he was.

Tom remembered the heavy bike lock around his neck.

“I think Jess has the key to this!”

“Mmm, that could be a problem....for you.” Katie smiled.

Tom was ashamed at how he’d behaved with Jess and concerned that Katie knew. If she’d got rid of Jess that easily would she get rid of him? Although as if reading his mind, she walked up and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll never kick you out.”

“Thanks.” He smiled.

“If you upset me I’ll just lock you up and leave you to starve to death,” she said calmly.

Tom started to laugh, Katie didn’t.

Without saying another word, Katie clicked her fingers and pointed down towards the cells. As Katie unlocked his door, he was hit by the aroma that filled the airless concrete box. Not only had Katie sprayed her perfume around his cell, she had also scattered her dirty laundry over the floor.

As Tom walked in, he saw that she had also decorated ‘his’ cell with photos of herself. Various provocative poses, in various states of undress. He was still admiring them when Katie clicked her fingers again and pointed to the floor. Tom immediately obeyed and sat down against the far wall.

“So do you think I’m pissed with you as well?” Katie said mischievously.

“I hope not.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said with a teasing smile in her big eyes.

Tom swallowed nervously as Katie, picked up a chain and padlocked one end to the bike lock around his neck and the other end to a bolt concreted into the wall. Katie then stood with the pointed toe of one shoe pushed into Tom’s crotch.

“Where is this going? Am I your partner or your slave?”

“Both,” Katie replied as she looked down into his eyes.

Tom reached out and pulled Katie towards him. He pulled down on the zip and watched as Katie’s fitted skirt fell down to her ankles. Underneath she was wearing black silk panties, black suspender belt and stockings. He pulled her further towards him and pushed his lips into the front of her underwear.

Her stern persona seemed to melt away to reveal the cute young woman with the big innocent eyes and long lashes. She rested her head and hands against the wall and started to moan. Tom reached for her ass so that he could push her further into him. His tongue was now well inside and she moaned breathlessly in a way that was very much at odds with the suit jacket and makeup that she was still wearing.

Wanting more, she leaned in hard against him and for the next twenty minutes her cute cries echoed around the small cell.

When they had finished, Katie stood there still wearing her suit jacket, but almost naked from the waist down. Her big eyes looked almost bewildered, her hair a little messed up and her slim, lithe body rocking slightly.

“In this light you almost look innocent.” he smiled.

“I’m not,” said the young woman making the understatement of the night.

“I know.”

“Yes, but you don’t know how much...”

He reached for her waist and pulled her towards him again. Katie let him pull her in, but her interest was now in the chain and lock that connected him to the wall.

“You know I’m never going to release you?” she said.

“I don’t want you to.”

“No I mean never.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll spend the rest of your life as my captive,” Katie replied, frustrated that he didn’t seem understand the importance of her words.

Tom pulled her towards him and buried his face into her crotch.

“Stop it!” she shrieked as she tried to pull away.

Her efforts made no difference as Tom kept his mouth pushed up against her. He massaged her with his tongue until she reached the point of no return and she changed from pulling away to pushing in. Again, she moaned with pleasure for another half an hour, until she finally pulled herself away and staggered to the other side of the cell and out of his reach.

“Bad boy!” Katie scolded as she climbed unsteadily to her feet and pulled on her skirt and tried to regain her original composure.

“Come here,” he smiled trying to reach her again.

“I’ll deal with you later.” she said as she stumbled out of the cell.

Katie slammed the door behind her and engaged the bolt, sealing him inside the airless box. She padlocked it shut and tried to straighten her clothing before climbing back up the stairs. She slammed Tom’s cell key down on the counter and walked back out into the alley.

When the cell door opened the next morning, Katie was wearing an old t-shirt, her old denim shorts and old trainers. Her clothes were dusty and she looked hot from working. She even had a small piece of dirt on the end of her little nose which made Tom smile.

“Come, there’s something I want to show you.”

She skipped back leaving Tom still chained by the neck to the wall. She returned a minute later with a cross look on her face.

“What did I say!”

“I’m feeling a bit too tired to break high security chains with my bare hands today,” Tom said.

“Oh!”

With a single touch of Katie’s finger, the padlock clicked open and she detached the chain from the wall. She thought for a moment before relocking the end of the chain around her narrow waist. Now tethered together, she walked to the next cell pulling Tom by the neck behind her.

This cell was the same as Tom’s other than it had a small brick structure in one corner. It had four walls and was just big enough for someone’s head. There was a gap in the front wall just wide enough for someone’s neck. It had no top, but otherwise it was effectively a smother box made of bricks.

Tom lay on his back with his head inside the box as Katie unlocked the chain around her waist and relocked it to a metal bolt in the floor. She then positioned a metal grille on top of the box to form a lid.

“See if you can squeeze out,” she said.

Tom simply reached up and removed the grille and sat up.

“Not through the top!” Katie exclaimed as she repositioned the grille and sat on it to make sure it wouldn’t move.

After quickly admiring her cute butt, which was now less than an inch above his face, Tom tried to pull his head back out through the gap in the brick wall, but it was too narrow. He managed to scratch this jaw, but failed to get his head out of the brick box.

Katie then jumped up and left the cell, returning a minute later with a bucket filled with some sort of cement. Tom lay with his head still inside the brick box as Katie slowly and carefully spread the cement over the top layer of bricks in a way that suggested she’d had little bricklaying practice. She then carefully positioned the grill on top of the cement.

“Should I be worried?” he asked as he looked up at the dusty girl standing above him in the dirty outfit.

“The grille is hardy touching the cement....at least not yet,” she observed.

Katie turned around and carefully lowered her dirty denim shorts down on to the middle of the metal grille. The weight of her butt pushed the grille down through the putty like cement.

“How long are you going to sit there?” Tom asked warily.

“Mmm that’s the question.”

The grille was the same size as the box, with no overhang. Therefore, as Tom couldn’t get his hands inside the box, he could only try to lift the grille from the top. But Katie’s butt and thighs covered almost the whole of the grille, leaving him nothing to grab hold of. Unable to use his hands to lift the grille, Tom tensed his abs and tried to push up on the grille with his face. He wasn’t surprised to find he didn’t have the strength to counteract her weight.

“Don’t leave it too long,” Tom warned as he starred at the only thing he could see, her butt.

“Can you hear something?” Katie held her finger to her lips.

“No?”

“Oh it just the sound of cement hardening,” she giggled.

The seconds seemed to pass slowly for Tom as the seemingly big ass above him stayed firmly in place. Katie started to talk about the business and asked many questions that Tom did his best to answer quickly.

When she stopped talking he had nothing to do but stare at her butt. He focused on a small freckle on the back of her leg thigh just below where the short shorts finished. He watched it move as she shifted and wriggled above him. With nothing else to do, he set himself the objective of kissing the freckle. He tried, but the bars between him and her legs stopped him.

“What are you doing down there?”

“What are you doing up there?”

“Just sitting.”

He had spent an hour now with his head inside the dusty atmosphere of the box and still she sat. At one point, she leaned forward and her butt almost lifted from the bars. He both pushed up with his face, but before he’d made any progress, she leaned back and her butt reapplied its unyielding pressure on the grille.

Katie had just reached for her handbag. With her bag now in reach, she took a piece of sushi and fed it to him, her fingers dropping between her thighs and down between the bars into his mouth. They then shared a bottle of beer which she also poured down between her legs.

Katie picked up the second piece of sushi with the chop sticks and again lowered it down between her thighs. But with the sushi right up near her crotch, she squeezed her legs together, crushing the small piece of raw fish between her thighs. When she finally opened her legs, Katie lowered the remains of the crushed fish down and into Tom’s mouth.

“Funny, that’s also how you look after being between my legs,” Katie joked.

“Does all my food have to past through your crotch?”

“Yes, I think it does!”

With Tom fed, Katie bounced up and down on the grille.

“This small grille really is your only window on the world,” Katie observed.

It was true, on all other sides Tom was enclosed by brick or concrete.

“Everything you can see, hear, smell or touch comes through the grille. It a pity that I’m sitting on it really.”

Katie giggled as she closed her thighs again to seal his small window. Tom reached up and wrapped his hands around her legs, but they were already tensed and immovable. He then turned his attention to the brick box and the grille. He felt something hard around the grille which he realised was the cement.

“Katie, the cement’s setting!”

Tom was alarmed and pointlessly tried to sit up again, banging his head on the bars. He then reached up and tried to push Katie off the box, but something stopped him. There seemed to be some strange force that prevented him from doing any harm to this beautiful girl, no matter what she was doing to him.

“Good boy, just lie quietly in your box.” she said as she opened her thighs a little and looked down.

“Katie, how will I get out of here?”

“You trust me don’t you...partner?” she purred.

The cement was hardening by the second and still her denim shorts sat stubbornly above him, they hadn’t moved in over two hours. He looked up through the bars at the woman who seemed to have all the time in the world.

She continued to discuss ‘their’ business and Katie was even updating the website that he’d help her build. When she needed to show him something, she simply opened her thighs and pointed the screen down between her legs.

It was late when she finally stood up, but by then her butt had already done its work. The cement was hard and the grille was now fixed to the top of the brick box. With Katie no longer sitting on top, Tom tried to lift the grille. It wouldn’t shift and therefore there was no way for Tom to extract his head.

“Katie, it won’t move!” Tom cried as he pulled on the grille with all his strength.

“Opps...silly me I sat there for a bit too long.”

Katie sat astride his chest with her face against the top of the grille. Her large eyes looked fantastic and he tried to kiss her through the bars. She smiled and lowered her lips to kiss him back.

She then pulled off her t-shirt and bra and pushed her breasts against the metal grille. Tom kissed them madly. She then stripped off her shorts and panties. The naked brunette then sat on top of the grille and slowly pushed her clothing down between her legs, through the bars and on to Tom’s head.

“You can use them as a pillow... or anything else you like.” she purred.

Her panties were the last to go and she pushed them straight into his mouth.

“Leave them in there....for me.” Katie had a way of expressing orders in a way that Tom daren’t disobey.

Free of her clothes, she pulled down Tom’s trousers and sat astride him and made love. It felt fantastic. When they had finished, Katie simply stood up and left the cell. She didn’t even lock the door behind her; there was no need.

*

Having sex with Katie had been amazing, even with his head bricked up inside a box. Tom lay there looking up through the grille at the small glow of light that sneaked into the cell. He felt he was in love, although he knew that couldn’t be the case, or if it was, he was in trouble.

Tom found he could get reasonably comfortable. Inside the box he rested his head on Katie’s clothes and outside of the box he lay on the thin mattress. He also found that he could turn his neck within the gap in the wall and so could lie on his front, back or side. The only thing he couldn’t do was remove his head from the box.

He tapped the side of the brick box with his hand and felt the vibrations. It felt different each time as the cement continued to harden. As he lay there he knew that the chemical reaction going on around him was making the box that contained his head even harder and even more impregnable.

He lay curled up on his side with her underwear still in his mouth. ‘Leave them in there...for me’ was all she’d said. He knew that leaving her panties in his mouth all night would be uncomfortable, the fabric that had been against her butt all day would suck what little moisture he had left from his mouth.

He could easily have spat them out and not put them back into his mouth until the morning, Katie would never know, but for some reason he had to obey her. Maybe it was because she had thrown him a challenge that he wanted to achieve, or maybe he wanted to show his devotion, or maybe he just didn’t want to disappoint her. He was still trying to make sense of everything when a few minutes later he fell asleep.

He woke the next morning and managed to piss into the strategically positioned floor drain. He could probably also shit into the drain if he had to. Her panties were still in his mouth which he clamped closed to ensure they remained in there when she returned.

Katie finally breezed in at 9am wearing a fitted black top, orange floral ra ra skirt and black heels. With her legs together, she stood by the box and looked in.

“Good morning,” she smiled, obviously having got out of bed on the right side.

Tom moaned back.

“Thank you, Tommy, you kept them in all night,” Katie replied with a big smile on her face. She clasped her hands together in excitement.

Tom moaned again, this time with an intonation that implied he was asking a question.

“Okay, you can take them out,” she smiled.

Keeping Katie happy was easy; it just required complete and absolute loyalty and obedience, no matter what she did to you.

“You look fantastic,” he said quite genuinely.

Katie giggled as she gave him a twirl which made her short rah-rah skirt lift. But the performance was only brief as after one turn, she sat down on the grille with her skirt covered the whole of the top of the box. Scented darkness returned to Tom’s little world and once again he was left staring at her butt. Very brief white cotton panties with a frill around the top. Tom smiled. He was a world expert on Katie’s choice of underwear.

“Shall I offer this service then?” she asked as she casually tapped her knees together.

“Maybe not for a one hour session.”

“Mmm, yes it would have to be an overnighter.”

“One nighter or one life timer?” Tom asked still unsure of how she planned to release him.

Katie opened her thighs, pulled up her skirt and looked down with a mock frown on her face. “Yes, how am I going to open it?”

“A hammer and chisel would help.” Tom asked hopefully.

“And damage my lovely seat?”

“Is your seat really worth my freedom?”

“To me, yes.” she said seriously as she closed her thighs and covered them with her skirt.

Tom listened carefully hoping for a giggle, but heard nothing. He stared at her butt in the half light, wondering what on earth was going through her pretty little head. She was sitting perfectly still, in silence. The seconds of his life ticked past as he lay imprisoned beneath her.

“Katie?”

There was no reply.

Finally, he heard her typing on her laptop and a few minutes later she started to talk business.

Katie already had more clients than she could deal with and yet still was reluctant to raise her prices. She still struggled with the idea that people would pay more for the pleasure of being locked up by her. But demand for her unique take on female domination was increasing by the day and with Jess gone and Tom plus two other cells to service, her offering was often limited.

Guys, and the occasional girl, would arrive and be chained up in a cell. She’d usually sit on their face whether they’d asked for it or not. It was a personal favourite of hers and once they were wrapped in chains there was little chance of declining.

They would then watch as she closed the cell door on them, thereby depriving them of their liberty. The more perceptive of her customers were learning not to make plans for immediately after the session, as an hour could easily stretch to two or three in Katie time. Value for money some might think, although others might have considered it false imprisonment. Either way, few complained.

Her limited repertoire meant that she was often providing a relaxation, even meditation service rather than anything overtly sexual. Whatever problems existed in the real world seemed to disappear inside her cell. The steel, the concrete, complete captivity, sensory deprivation. Inside the small cells, rational thought was just impossible. The overworked executive would just lie in the dark, usually mesmerized by the pretty brunette that had just slammed the door. Nothing else really mattered.

From beneath her, Tom dictated words for a new page on the website and even talked her through the steps of registering the new company. He was to be a co-director, which made him smile as he’d been unable to direct anything, or indeed have a sane thought, since the day he met her.

They discussed whether they should employ anyone else, but it was clear that Katie was still bitter about Jess. Tom was still wearing the D-lock that Jess had casually locked around his neck just before she’d been fired. He could still picture the mysterious Eastern European brunette pop the keys into the front pocket of her shorts.

Tom smiled, Jess was cute, and those tight cotton shorts were to die for. He’d given her oral sex several times that day. She had tasted nice and her little cries of pleasure had been adorable. Although that said, he’d liked the fact that Katie had been jealous. It was just a pity that Jess had taken the keys, keys that no doubt she had long since disposed of.

“Have you heard from Jess?” he asked as casually as possible.

“Are you still on about that bike lock?” she peered down between her legs.

“Well, yeah it’s still kinda locked around my neck.”

“There’re only a few million people in this city, you might cross paths.”

Tom was still formulating the right respond when Katie’s thighs closed like the doors of a vault above him, once more sealing him off from the world. She didn’t seem as concerned as him.

“If we do hire someone, you can interview them,” Katie continued. “Please give me an example of when you chained your boss to the floor and forced him to give you oral sex.”

“That’s so clichéd,” Tom joked.

“Well we want to make sure the hired help has the necessary skills.” Katie’s voice had a definite edge to it. She then crossed her legs which let in a small ray of light, but Tom read as a danger sign.

Later that morning, Katie bought a hammer and chisel and watched with an amused look on her face as he failed to make much impact on the solid brick structure.

With the other available cell holding some guy in a suit, Katie left Tom still hammering away. It was hot and awkward work, but the thought of getting out into fresh air and buying a litre of coffee drove him on. His ears were ringing and he was coughing from the dust and at least one finger was bleeding from a misplaced hammer strike.

He knew that Katie had left the cell door open, a ‘schoolgirl’ error on her part he thought. Strike that coffee, he would head straight to the bar for a beer. He swung again and felt a brick break free, he was only minutes away. At last the grille broke free and clattered across the cell. Tom sat up for the first time in over twelve hours and climbed to his feet, but as he did so he felt a jolt on his neck.

“No!” he shouted as his eyes followed the heavy chain that connected his neck to the floor, “You bitch!” he cried.

In his frustration, Tom picked up a brick and smashed it down on to the padlock. Nothing and so he tried again. The sweat was running down his toned biceps, biceps that were now bulging from the exertion. Now on his knees, he continued to smash down until the brick shattered into pieces. The next brick went the same way.

He lay down panting, his bare chest, dirty, sweating and slightly cut, looking like something from a Rambo movie. Even with the cell door open there was no possible way to escape.

“Tom!” a voice woke him from his daydreams.

He looked up and saw long toned legs stretching up into the little rah-rah skirt above him. The legs then crouched down until the rah-rah skirt formed a tiny tent over his head. His anger immediately dissipated and he felt totally relaxed as he gazed out from underneath her skirt and watched as a manicured hand slipped a key into the slightly battered silver padlock. The key turned and the lock sprung open. The rah-rah skirt then rose until it towered above him once more.

“Follow me,” she spoke gently.

With the free end of the chain in her hand, she led him by the neck back upstairs and into the new shower. She removed his remaining clothes before swinging closed the barred shower door which locked with a small click.

Tom stood naked in the small shower cubicle, surrounded by tiles on three sides and a barred door on the fourth. Tom reached through the bars and felt for the empty keyhole.

“Won’t you join me?” he asked hopefully.

He did look sexy covered in sweat and brick dust, but Katie just stood there in her little rah-rah skirt and turned on the cold water that fell from the oversized showerhead.

“Arrh!” he cried out, unable to avoid the icy water.

“What did you say?” she asked.

Her slim hand pulled the lever again and again the cold water hit him.

Half an hour later Tom was clean, but the suddenly bursts of hot and cold water combined with his sexy dominatrix - or should that be business partner - standing just the other side of the bars had left him exhausted on the floor.

He listened as Katie released the guy in the suit from his cell. If she could be jealous of Jess spending time with him, why couldn’t he be jealous of her spending time with other guy? He certainly felt that way right then. With his face pushed up against the bars, he listened to Katie talking to the guy downstairs. Her calm, slightly clipped voice purring in a way that any guy would obey. He felt for the empty keyhole again as jealously started to consume him.

With a shower and proper toilet now installed, Katie really could keep someone imprisoned for as long as she chose. Indeed, two weeks had now passed and Tom had only left Katie’s place on three occasions and during each of those times Katie had made sure he would return.

Each time, Katie had handcuffed him so tightly that if the cuffs weren’t released within half an hour, they could start to do serious damage to the nerves in his wrists. Maybe he could run to the fire service and get them to cut him free, but then the cuffs were so tight around his skin that any angle grinder would also go straight through his wrists. And the locks were certainly too complicated to pick within the few minutes available. Each time as he walked through the cool night air, he knew he had no choice other than to return to the cute brunette with the key.

He had left it longer than usual this time and was relieved when Katie released the cuffs. He massaged his wrists as Katie led him back to his cell, which as usual was the only cell not already in use.

Laid out on the floor were twenty identical high security padlocks and over ten metres of industrial strength chain. Tom stripped down to his boxers and lay on his back on the thin mattress. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Katie sat on Tom’s waist and started to work.

“Many hits on the site today?” he asked as she locked the chain around each of his ankles with only a few inches between them.

“Yeah and I have some ideas for more clips.”

“I believe you,” Tom smiled as the chain reached up and encircled his knees and was locked by another padlock.

Katie was now sitting on Tom’s chest and was admiring the word ‘Katie’s’ that she had had tattooed on his waist. She kissed it as the chain continued to work its way up his body and now encircled his waist where it was locked by another padlock. Each wrist was then locked in turn to the waist chain before the chain reached down between his legs before coming back up and restraining his chest and upper arms.

Within ten minutes, Tom was wearing a full chain suit and could barely move. He struggled to roll onto his side, but then rolled back again to catch his breath.

“Katie, I hope you have the keys,” he breathed as she stripped down to black silk G-string and skimpy bra.

“Key,” Katie corrected, holding up a single silver key.

“Is it the only one to all those locks?”

“Aha.”

She held the key between her lips and then used one finger to push it all the way into her mouth. As if performing a magic trick, she waited a few moments building the tension and then brought the key back out on her tongue. Katie then withdrew the key back inside and closed her mouth. As her mouth closed, her big brown eyes seemed to get bigger.

She sat astride Tom’s waist and pulled his boxers to one side. She did the same to her barely there panties and slipped him inside of her. Tom could read the excitement in her eyes and was increasingly worried about the fate of the key as she reached orgasm.

“Katie, the key...” Tom’s voice tailed off as the feeling of making love to her took away all capacity for thought.

The pleasure was building in her eyes as he started to buck beneath her. Even with her body tantalisingly out of reach it felt incredible. He pulled instinctively at the chains as he tried to touch her body and was oblivious to the chains that were starting to bite into his wrists.

Katie was thrashing around wildly, her long hair flying from side to side. But even through it all and despite the obvious orgasm, Katie managed to keep her mouth closed with its precious cargo trapped inside.

Afterwards and while still sitting astride Tom, Katie leaned back, opened her mouth and let the key fall down her body and down inside her panties which she held open with one hand. With the key inside, she let the elastic snap shut.

“Wow!” she smiled.

He smiled back still short of breath.

“Were you worried?” she asked as she lay down and kissed him.

“No,” he lied.

“Really?” she asked more firmly that expected as she sat up and picked the key out of her panties and held it above her open mouth.

Tom lay there wrapped in her chains, still trying in vain to free a hand so that he could touch her breasts that were almost hanging out of her bra. But as he watched, Katie swept her long brown hair out of her eyes and then dropped the key into her upturned mouth. She choked a little and then smiled.

“Maybe you should have been worried,” she purred.

“Katie, how do I get out of these chains!”

“You don’t... not for now.” Katie ran her fingers over her firm stomach, presumably somewhere near where the key had come to rest.

Tom’s body was almost completely immobile and he was unable to stop Katie sliding up his body and planting her clit over his mouth.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, right?” she smiled as she felt his tongue on her.

His mouth and tongue were aching when the slim brunette finally climbed off him chained body. The room seemed to be spinning from emotions that overwhelmed him. Katie kissed him on the lips and he barely noticed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look after you,” she whispered.

Tom watched the 21-year-old girl gather up her clothes and pile them under his head, her supple body gracefully moving above him. Still completely naked, Katie then left the cell and padlocked the door, leaving her plaything locked up and ready for another day.