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Katie smoothed her dress down as she climbed the steps back to the reception. She dropped the keys that would unlock Tom’s cell into her handbag and picked up the keys to the second padlock, the one she would be using to incarcerate her afternoon guest.

Katie hadn’t known her Aunt that well, only that she had money and always dressed beautifully. On the rare occasion that she visited Katie’s parents, she had driven a small Mercedes sport car. More often than not, though, she was travelling around the world, seeing things and going places that Katie parent’s never had. Judging by the amount of money Tom had given her yesterday, things were starting to make sense.

She had always admired her Aunt and now she had a chance to emulate her. If she got this right, she could have everything her aunt had. The excitement of this revelation had given her a focus like never before. She sat on a wooden chair in the reception nervously tapping her bare feet on the floor as she thought.

The last few hours with Tom had given her a much better insight into why he visited a dominatrix. It seemed to be more than just a sexual experience. After all, Tom could easily achieve that by hanging out in any of the bars in town. Instead, it seemed to be a way to take him away from the stresses life. For anyone locked in a cell, the only thing to do is to listen and wait for their release. In that way, it brought them into the present as good as any meditation would.

What Katie didn’t understand yet, was why the power her role gave her infatuated her so. Possibly it was because she liked Tom? He was a good looking guy, but somehow she suspected that she’d enjoy locking others up just as much. Was it because her Dad had left them, or that every other guy she’d met had been an unreliable bum? Maybe this was just her chance to get revenge on the male of the species. But then she wasn’t trying to get revenge on Tom, far from it.

It was after 8 p.m. by the time punter number two had left. Katie walked over to her handbag and fished around for Tom’s key. After a frustrating minute of searching, she tipped the entire contents of the bag out on to the counter, some of which then rolled and clattered on to the floor. With the key found, she clutched it in her hand, returned to the basement and unlocked Tom’s padlock. She flicked on the light and pulled back the heavy steel bolt.

“How did it go?” Tom asked casually, sitting on the mattress with his back pressed up against the corner of the cell.

“Good, I did what you suggested and he seemed happy.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Katie sat down on the mattress next to him and smiled as he put his arm around her. She brought her knees up to her chest and cuddled into him.

“He asked if I could handcuff him next time,” she said, obviously tired from the excitement of the day.

“You okay with that?” Tom asked.

“Mmm, but only if I can do it to you first.”

Katie climbed to her feet, recharged and reassured by the hug.

“Too bad we can’t spend the night with both of us locked in here,” Katie smiled as she pulled the door of the cell close from the inside. “If only there was only someone the other side to slide the bolt across.”

The thought of spending the night with Katie was certainly appealing, but what was left of Tom’s sanity was telling him ‘no’.

“I could call a girlfriend, one push and we’d be stuck together,” she fantasised.

“Let me walk you home.” he said, pulling on his jacket.

Tom pushed open the steel door and followed Katie through the small doorway and at Tom’s request, Katie relocked the empty cell. He watched with interest as the muscles in both her toned arms and legs tensed and her hips swung as she pushed the bolt across. The way her athletic body moved was so sexy that he almost asked her to reopen the cell and lock it again with him inside.

Once Katie had finally found her heels, they walked together back to Katie’s small flat. Tom placed his suit jacket over her shoulders to stop her short flimsy dress being buffeted by the wind and the first few drops of the approaching storm.

Over a week had passed before they met again. Tom had been travelling with work and it was well after dark when he returned to the alley and to Katie’s place. He opened the front door and walked in to find Katie dancing in the semi lit reception, with tinny pop music blaring from her phone. The short denim shorts were back, but this time washed and she wore a pink gym top. Her hair was down and was swinging as she moved.

“Quiet night?” Tom asked as he walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek.

“No, fully booked.”

Katie was smiling as she danced over to her phone to shut off the music. She then started to pat the back and the front of her shorts. After much patting, during which time she had a slightly confused look on her face, she dug her hand into one of her front pockets and pulled out two keys. With one in each hand, she proudly held them up to show Tom.

“This one is an older guy, but kind of nice. And this one is actually a couple, bit alternative. They only wanted to be locked up, which is just as well as I wouldn’t know what to do to two people.”

Tom smiled at how Katie seemed to have reduced her guests to keys stuffed into her pocket. But then given the set up and the very real difficulty of extracting them from the cells without those keys, then maybe it was fair enough. Those keys were pretty fundamental to her guests' future lives.

“You realise that those are keys and not people?” he smiled.

“Are they?”

“Yes, your guests are real people.” he clarified.

“No you’re wrong. Once locked up they become my property, exactly like these keys.” she replied, playfully sticking out her tongue.

The reality was that Katie was charging so little for her services, far less than a night in an average hotel in fact, that she had already gained the attention of the city’s fetish scene as well as others tempted to try something new. But even at these prices, she was making more money than she ever had.

But while she was playful and innocent, her service wasn’t without risks to both her and her clients. The fact that she often didn’t spend the night there, instead locking them up and returning to her flat, was an obvious risk. In the event of a fire, her guests had no chance. Tom had ordered her a portable bed which she’d promised to use in future.

“So what’s your problem, you’ll be a key soon,” the brunette giggled.

“Just a key?”

“Yes and where exactly would you like me to keep you?” she smiled provocatively as she slipped her hand down inside the front of her tight shorts.

“Look I don’t know about tonight.”

“What!”

Her mood changed suddenly and she stared straight at him. She didn’t like to be refused. While he liked her, cared about her even, it was these sudden and dramatic mood swings that worried him.

“Okay, why not,” he smiled carefully.

Katie instantly switched back, her smile returning in a way that was disconcerting. She ran over and locked the front door before slowly unbuttoning and slipping out of her shorts.

“Great, I’ve got a new move I want to try out on you.”

With the shorts hanging around one ankle, she flicked her foot and sent them flying across the room where they landed out of sight behind the counter.

“The keys are still in there.” Tom said with slight concern.

“So?”

“Well they’re pretty important to certain people.”

“So?”

“Well I’m going to become one of those people!”

Katie ignored him as she slipped off her t-shirt and stood in front of him wearing only white panties and bra. The material obviously contained some elastic as it glistered slightly as it wrapped around her butt and breasts.

“Okay serious now.” Katie tried to suppress a smile.

Tom put his hands to his neck. Not again! Why does she keep doing this to me?

“Now at all times your lips must be in contact with my panties.” Katie commanded. “Fail to do that and the next time I close the cell door it will be for good.”

Her words and her body took his breath away and he could do nothing but kneel down and comply. Within seconds of her order, his mouth was pushed up against her clit. She then turned closely so that he was pressed against her butt.

“Push in.” the girl demanded.

He pushed his nose deep between her cheeks and breathed in deeply. Oh shit, he was going to that place again. Still on his knees, he followed her closely down the stairs and into the basement.

Katie stopped by each of the two locked doors and inspected the padlocks, which were of course securely locked behind the steel covers that prevented anyone using bolt cutters. With his nose still between her cheeks, he couldn’t see anything as they moved on and into the far cell.

As Katie turned around again, so that he was again kissing her clit, Tom looked passed her hip to see three heavy chains that were padlocked to the metal bolts attached to the floor of the cell. At the end of the first chain was a heavy pair of rigid foot cuffs that could be closed and locked centrally with a single padlock. At the end of the next chain was a similar pair of rigid metal handcuffs. The end of the third chain had an unlocked padlock looped through the last link, presumably for locking around the prisoner’s neck.

With his lips still in constant contact with Katie’s panties, he laid on the small mattress while she knelt above his head. She positioned the foot cuffs around his ankles and locked them with a padlock.

He’d just been chained to the wall and lost the ability to separate his ankles by more than an inch. He could no longer walk or run and all he’d been concerned about was keeping his lips in contact with this woman’s underwear. A moment later and she’d taken away the use of his arms by cuffing his hands together. Two moments later and she’d also locked his neck to the wall.

“Well done, you did it.” Katie smiled as she stood up, hands on hips.

“Is that your new move?” he asked.

“What do you think?”

“It worked for me.”

“Good, those cuffs cost enough.”

He tried to edge his way closer to her sexy body but the chains held him frustratingly out of reach. The only possible contact was his lips with her bare feet and so he kissed them.

He looked up at the ‘CK’ label on the back of her panties; they were probably the most expensive piece of clothing that she owned, certainly the newest. She was just a poor young woman, with who knew what problems and issues. Neediness and a fear of betrayal and abandonment had to be on the list somewhere.

“Mmm and to think that you lost your freedom just because you were busy kissing my butt.”

“It is cute, come here.”

Katie smiled as she swayed her CK's from side to side for his benefit while keeping them annoyingly out of reach.

Tom inspected the cuffs, pulling at them and trying to twist and wriggle his way out.

“Quite secure,” he concluded.

Katie nodded slowly and crossed her arms.

“Special privilege for my business partner,” she smiled.

“I guess the privilege doesn’t extend to being given the key to the cuffs?”

Katie grinned and held up her fingers which she slowly kissed one by one.

“Those padlocks don’t have a key. They only open with a fingerprint.”

Tom looked and tried his finger against the sensor. Nothing happened.

“Mine, not yours, silly!”

Tom lay comfortably on the mattress watching his jailer giggle. It was warm and the noise and stress of the day seemed to have disappeared. He had nowhere to go, which was just as well as the shackles she’d locked him in would hold him for his lifetime and plenty thereafter. Maybe he had a proposition for her.

“You need cash to kit this place out.” He didn’t mention the need to upgrade her flat and her wardrobe. “Why don’t you rent me this cell on a long term lease for me to use whenever I want?”

He made her an offer, after which she opened her mouth and quickly covered it her hand.

“On one condition,” she finally said.

“Okay?”

“You will use it whenever I want.”

Without fully understanding the full implication of what she had said and struggling sightly against the cuffs, he passed her his wallet and gave her the password that would allow her to transfer the first year’s rent from his account to hers. Tom also handed her his phone and his keys.

“You can use the laptop in my apartment if you want.” he offered.

With so many things to hold, Katie tucked his phone into the back of her panties and held his wallet and apartment keys one in each hand.

“You’re very trusting Tom.”

“That’s part of the thrill.”

“Is it?” she asked slowly.

“I can trust you, can’t I?”

She looked at him without saying anything and then left the cell to deposit his belongings into her handbag. She returned a few minutes later, still in her underwear, and sat astride his face. She unbuttoned his trousers and slid his hard cock into her mouth. He thrashed about underneath her for the few minutes it took.

“Are you thirsty?” she asked in a strangely casually way as she stood up.

He nodded as he watched her lithe slim body glide back out of the cell. When she returned, she was holding her shorts.

“You okay?” he asked.

She ignored him and instead removed her panties and replaced them with her shorts. Even though her butt was slim and toned, the even tighter shorts had to stretch before they would enclose her.

“Is this where I become just a key in your pocket?”

“Aha. You can go in here.”

Katie’s fingers pushed the key deep into one of her front pockets. She then picked up her used underwear and stretched it over his face.

“I expect it to still be there when I come back.”

“Yes Katie.”

The semi naked woman just shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and walked towards the door. Until, at the last minute she paused, turned and walked back. She then knelt down and gave Tom a passionate kiss on the lips which lasted several seconds before leaving again.

Completely confused, Tom listened as the bolt slid home and was locked in place with the padlock. A second later, the lights turned off and all was pitch black.

He fought violently against the cuffs for a few moments, even though he knew it was completely pointless. What had he done now? Not only was he back in her cell, but this time he’d let her chain him up as well. Emergency services wouldn’t be able to free him from this. Plus he’d agreed to let this unknown and slightly crazy woman keep him here whenever she wanted and he’d paid for the privilege. She also had the keys to his apartment. He was even forced to breathe and smell through her used panties.

Katie now had almost complete control over him. It was the most exciting feeling he’d ever felt. He closed his eyes and waited for the next installment.

*

Katie unlocked the door to Tom’s penthouse apartment. It may have only had two bedrooms, but it was enormous, with floor to ceiling windows and views over the city. It was minimalist and incredibly tidy. Katie closed the door and ran around exploring the amazing place. The difference between his apartment and the tiny concrete cell that he was currently locked in couldn’t have been more stark. Yet Tom had willingly traded places for the night at least.

Katie slipped out of her equally minimal clothing, which she left in an untidy pile in the middle of the bathroom, and stepped into the large shower where water started to pour from the oversized showerhead. She took her time examining the range of shampoos and body washes; a far cry from the almost empty home brand bottles that filled her shower.

She dried herself on a large clean towel, wrapped another around her long dark hair, and walked into Tom’s walk in robe to find something to wear. Not surprisingly nothing fit her and she ended up wearing one of his blue shirts that reached down further than many of her dresses.

She then picked up her favourite pair of jeans that were now decidedly worn and the sewing kit that she had brought with her, and sat cross-legged in the middle of his king size double bed and started to work. She had yet another idea to test on Tom.

For Tom, it had been another surreal night where time had had little meaning and the captivity had played games with his mind, only this time heightened by the heavy clanking cuffs that restricted his movement even further. He could have removed Katie’s panties from his face, but the truth was that they felt nice and added to the sensation of being trapped and owned. The air was warm and still, and Katie’s scent still lingered both in the cell and on his body.

At unknown o’clock, the light in his cell clicked on, thereby effectively returning his sight. A second later he heard the padlock scrap against the door and the bolt slide back.

“Hi.”

Katie smiled as she sat cross-legged next to him in a way that made her short blue dress ride up revealing most of her thighs and a glimpse of her white underwear beneath. She handed him one of the two takeaway coffees.

“The other ‘guests’?” he asked.

“Release back into the wild,” Katie smiled.

Tom half smiled back and held up his manacled hands that had been hurting for the last few hours.

“Please... my shoulders are starting to ache.

Katie just sipped her drink indifferently while fishing a few wayward strands of her long hair from the coffee.

“Please, just my hands!”

“But you’re my prisoner,” she replied.

“Katie, I just can’t get my hands out of here.”

“Well of course not, I've cuffed them.” Her mouth was straight, but a smile was creeping across her eyes.

“Well can you un-cuff them?”

“Yes, I can.” Katie was starting to enjoy his frustration.

“Will you? Please?”

Katie continued to watch him with amusement for another minute before reaching out and simply touching the lock. Sensing her unique fingerprint, the lock immediately clicked open and she just watched some more as Tom struggled to remove the open padlock and release his aching arms. Katie just sat in front of him watching closely.

After they had eaten and drunk, Katie held up her pair of worn blue jeans which she had spent the night modifying. She had made a cut through the crotch and then sewn in an extra piece of denim from another pair of jeans to one side of the cut. She had then sewn a heavy duty zip in place that would secure the other side of the extra denim back on to the jeans. The end result was a standard pair of jeans with an extra baggy backside, almost like a small denim bag attached to the crotch and butt.

“What do you think of my two people jeans?” she asked proud of her evening’s work.

“Two people?”

“Well two legs, one butt and one head to be precise.”

Tom watched with interest as Katie flicked her blue dress off over her head and started to ease into the jeans that were still a tight fit around her hips, almost doing a little dance as she squeezed inside and buttoned them up.

She then lay on her side on the mattress and undid the new zip. Following her instructions, Tom slowly moved his head between her legs and through the opening in the denim until his face was resting up against her panties. His chin was deeply buried in her crotch and his forehead was halfway up her butt. Katie then re-zipped, thereby enclosing his head inside the back of her jeans.

The denim was now tight around his neck with no chance of him pulling his head back out without first undoing the zip. Katie rested her top leg back down, squeezing his neck between her thighs.

“What do you think?” she asked.

The modified jeans were perfectly designed to completely enclose his head along with her legs and butt. Inside there was just enough room for him to pull his face out from between her butt cheeks and even turn his head sideways. In this position he could partially free himself from her soft black underwear and get some air and some light that filtered through the seams of the denim.

“I didn’t make it too tight as that would be fatal.” Katie explained as she ran her hands over the material to check the fit.

“I feel like I’m inside your jeans.” came the muffled response.

“Well that’s because you are.”

Tom twisted and pulled to see if there was a way out. There wasn’t.

“This is the closest you can get to being inside a girl’s jeans,” Katie purred.

Tom’s voice was muffled as they continued to talk. Katie was enjoying the feeling of his face moving, tickling, pressing against her butt. She propped herself up on one elbow and watched the sexy headless man struggle next to her. The denim was old and worn, but still as strong as ever and impossible to tear without scissors or a knife. The zip and her stitching were also strong and more than capable of keeping his head inside.

“And I can even padlock the zip like this so that there’s no way to free your head.”

Katie clicked the small padlock shut and then explained to Tom that she was threading the padlock key on to a small combination padlock which she then fitted around the metal button on the front of her jeans. Tom was well aware that once the button was locked, there was absolutely no way that those jeans could be removed from Katie’s slim hips.

“Now are you sure you can breathe?” She asked, her hand poised over the padlock.

“Just about.”

“Yes or no, Tom! I’ve set this lock to a random combination and I have no idea what it is. Whose knows how long it will take me to break the code and until I do, you and I will be inseparable.”

“Are we talking minutes, hours or days?” Tom mumbled into her butt.

“We’ll soon know.” she purred as she locked it up and turned the three dials.

With the jeans locked around her waist she tried to slip her hand inside the waist band, but could only get as far in as her fingers. She pulled her fingers out and ran them over her hips and over the lump on her butt that contained Tom’s head.

“You sure you’re okay inside there? It looks tighter than I imagined.”

Inside her jeans Tom found that there was something of a trade off. If he rested the side of his head against her butt and looked up, there was slightly more air and some light shone through some of the stitching, however the denim was pulled tightly around his head. He could relieve this pressure on his head by turning his face back towards her butt and burying his face into her black silk panties. However, in there was very little light or air.

Katie had obviously brought some paper with her as she started to give him a running commentary as she wrote down a list of her services, before moving on to working out how much she might make per week.

“How should I advertise.” she asked casually, as if to someone sitting across from her in a meeting room.

“Your Aunt had an Internet site,” a muffled voice replied.

“Mmm, yes.”

The air was getting hotter and Tom found that he was breathing heavily just to get enough oxygen.

“How’s it going with the finding the combination?” he asked.

“Well it’s not 0-0-0.”

“And?” he panted.

“Only another 999 numbers left to try.”

With the business plan in good shape, Katie finally turned to the padlock and it took her about half an hour to run through the remaining combinations, but unfortunately none seemed to unlock the padlock.

“You must have missed one.” Tom said as he ran his hands over the material to find a point of weakness.

“Shut up.” she hissed.

Again her mood changed for no reason and this time, Tom’s position was even more compromised. Being locked inside a girl’s jeans was one thing. Being locked inside the jeans of an angry, pissed off girl was something else.

He quickly tried to calm her down and then they spent the next ten minutes working together to try and escape from the denim. What would have been easy enough with a pair of scissors was impossible with just bare fingers; the denim was just too strong.

“Wow, it really works,” Katie smiled as she lay back down on the mattress, her mood now back to normal.

“Yes, but we’re still stuck.”

“It could be worse... I could fart.” Katie laughed.

Tom turned his head back and buried himself into her panties, their efforts having raised the temperature inside her jeans by several degrees. He lay there panting as perspiration from her butt soaked into her underwear and onto Tom’s face. Katie continued to turn the padlock dials, with no certainty that they’d ever be freed.

After a further half an hour of waiting in his increasingly humid jail, Katie finally cracked the code. She removed the padlock and wriggled out of her jeans. Tom sat up, the denim still locked around his neck, but with his head poking out of the top of the jeans, breathing fresh air.

“What shall we name that service?” Katie asked matter-of-factly as she slipped the blue dress back over her head.

“The near death experience?”

“Oh stop it you loved it,” she reprimanded crossly, not seeing the funny side.

Increasingly Tom found that he had to be carefully as to what he said. One negative comment, even if only in jest and she could react badly, her mood changing in an instant. But that aside, she was right of course, that had been one of the most sexy and exciting things he’d ever done.

“Right, for that, I’ll relock your hands.” Katie cried, still angry.

She pushed him over on to his front and pulled his hands behind his back. Kneeling on the bed, she used the little-used ‘sit on the head’ technique to control her prisoner. Little-used or not it worked, and his hands were soon locked behind his back.

“Hey aren’t you supposed to be unlocking me?” Tom said, remembering that he’d already spent the night in her shackles.

“Am I?” Katie asked, her cute smile returning.

“Well you can’t leave me here all day.”

“Can’t I?”

The truth was she could keep him there as long as she wanted. She had fed him and there was a drain and tap that he could use as a toilet.

With only a cute smile, the young girl in the short blue dress flitted back out of the cell and closed and locked the door behind her. All went black and he could do nothing but wait for her return.

Hands cuffed behind his back were much more uncomfortable and after only an hour, Tom’s arms were starting to ache. He struggled against the cuffs as much as he dared without marking his wrists, but he knew that relief wouldn’t come without Katie’s fingerprint.

But relief wasn’t going to come as Katie was back at Tom’s apartment. She’d been delighted to find that he’d left his safe unlocked as this meant that she could change the access code. With a new eight digit code of her choosing and with his passport, wallet, phone and a range of other important items inside, she locked it all up again.

She then accessed his online banking and transferred the agreed amount for rent of the cell from his account to hers, leaving the rest of his funds safely in the account. However Katie then changed his banking password just because she could.

She then showered again in his large shower and dressed in her same short blue dress, but with new underwear, this time black silk garments purchased from the proceeds of her business.

Before leaving the apartment, she found a bunch of keys that she discovered fitted all of the windows and internal doors. With a mischievous smile on her face, she walked around and locked every window and door securely and then added that sets of keys to the growing list of items locked with her code inside the safe.

It was mid-afternoon when Katie returned to the alley. She opened Tom’s cell to find him in pain from the cuffs.

“Please Katie, I’m begging you,” were his first words.

As much as she liked him to see him beg, she could see the pain on his face and quickly crouched down and touched the padlock. This time she even removed it and opened up the heavy cuffs.

Tom sat up and rubbed his stiff shoulders.

“New?” he smiled, looking at her panties that once again the blue dress did little to hide.

“Hey!”

Katie looked cross as she modestly tried to pull her dress down and then crossed her arms. She stood there in bare feet, having somehow discarded her shoes between the front door and the cell. She had her hair up in an untidy ponytail and her dress was slightly creased, but otherwise her fit slim body looked as good as always.

“I’ve been in these chains for almost twenty-four hours.” Tom said as he pulled at his foot cuffs and the chain around his neck as if to demonstrate the point.

Katie smiled and shrugged.

“Do you plan on letting me out?”

Tom chose his words carefully again not quite able to read her mood.

“Not tonight,” she smiled.

At least she smiled. He was to be held in chains for another whole night and yet her softly spoken words only sent yet another chill of excitement through his body.

Katie opened her handbag and pulled out the modified jeans and dropped them on to the floor. She then walked to the door of the cell and started talking to someone. From his chained position, Tom couldn’t see who.

As Katie stood inside the cell, the heavy steel door slowly swung shut on her. They both listened as the bolt was slid home and padlocked.

“Who was that!” Tom exclaimed.

“My new assistant.”

“Assistant?”

“You’ll like being locked up by her.”

Katie was excited and giggling slightly nervously, she had always wanted to be locked up inside her own cells. She pushed up against the inside of the steel door and touched herself against it.

“And when will your assistant return?”

“In the morning.”

“And until then?”

“It’s just you and me.”

Tom lay there as Katie re-cuffed his hands, this time in front of him. She looked cuter than ever. He just hoped her good mood would last the night.

Katie then unpacked food and a bottle of wine from her handbag and laid it out on the floor in front of them. She poured the wine; she was eager to get started. She had many fantasies to explore and refine. Everything was planned.

The final thing on the list, before they both fell asleep, was to retry the two-person jeans. Only this time there would be no going back. They would be locked in with secure key operated padlocks, the keys to which were in the possession of her new assistant. And Jess wouldn’t be returning until the morning.