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Katie sat on a hard wooden chair looking disappointedly at the place she’s inherited. What the solicitor had described as ‘commercial premises’ was not on the high street, but up a small, rarely used alleyway. No passing traffic and no chance to realise her initial hope of opening a high class clothing store.
The place itself comprised the basement and ground floors of a unit in an old brick-built commercial block. It had a small reception area and an empty room behind that didn’t seem to serve any purpose. In the basement there was a further room containing three large cupboards. The place was clean and stylishly decorated in white with red feature walls. She stood up and walked around her new place, trying to imagine what, if anything, she could do with it.
Katie had recently quit her job as a shop assistant, one of a long line of failed jobs. She had the intelligence, but hadn’t found anything to inspire her to make the necessary effort. She was 21 years old, with limited qualifications, even more limited cash and no idea on how to make more. But she did now own this place.
For the last year she had lived in a bedsit, which was small and always in a mess. Her sink was always full and she was always behind with her laundry. The underwear she was wearing right then had been dirty when she’d put it on that morning.
Katie looked up with shock as she heard a knock on the front door. She stood totally still, wondering whether she’d imagined it. There it was again. Katie felt her heart race up as she slowly stepped forward in her old worn out, sockless trainers. She reached the door and turned the large silver key that was sitting in the deadlock.
Outside was a good looking guy who must have been in his late thirties. He was wearing a suit, without a tie and with a few shirt buttons undone to give him a casual look. As soon as he saw Katie, his casual smile changed to a look of surprise and then to a look of slight embarrassment.
“Is Emily here?”
“No,” Katie stammered in reply.
“Oh. Sorry to have bothered you.” He started to walk away.
“Emily was my Aunt,” Katie called after him.
He stopped and turned, with a look of concern. “Was?”
“She’s no longer with us. Car accident.”
He stood there in slight shock as he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He didn’t seem to know what do to or say.
At Katie’s invitation, the guy followed her into the small reception area and they sat down on the wooden chairs facing each other. Having each said their condolences to the other, they sat saying nothing.
He watched the slim girl sitting in front of him. She had her hands on the edges of her chair and was nervously fidgeting. Her eyes darted around the room, occasionally resting on him for just a second. She was sniffing slightly, although he wasn’t sure whether that was from a cold or just grief.
Her long brown hair was up in a very untidy pony tail. Her white t-shirt and denim shorts were unironed and in need of a wash. Her shoes were in need of chucking out. She was medium height, slightly slimmer than perhaps she should have been, but attractive enough, particularly on the rare occasion she smiled.
He watched her eyes. They were large, brown and surrounded by unusually long lashes which gave her a slight Disney-esque appearance. After a few more minutes to reflect on the news, he stood to leave.
“What did my Aunt use this place for?” she asked, not moving from her seat.
“Oh... you know...” He knew it was a poor answer as soon as he’s opened his mouth.
“No I don’t!”
Katie had now stood up and walked over so that her back was resting against the front door. Although she looked light enough for him to pick up with one hand, he knew he couldn’t leave. She crossed her slim arms and looked at him.
“Tell me!”
“Storage, mainly,” he replied.
“Storage? Of what?”
He was starting to feel uncomfortable. He would either have to forcefully move the young woman or tell her things he had no intention of sharing. He watched as she reached to her side and turned the key in the door before withdrawing it and slipping it into her pocket. The ‘forcefully move’ option was getting harder.
“People,” he finally said as he stepped back and leaned against the small counter.
Her open mouth and look of complete surprise confirmed his suspicions that his girl was not ready to learn more about her Aunt.
Still in possession of the key to the front door, she walked past him, down the stairs and into the basement. Unable to open the front door, he followed.
The small windowless basement had three heavy steel doors along the back wall and behind each door was a small windowless space; 6 feet by 4 feet and only 6 feet high. Each had a heavy grille in the middle of their concrete ceiling.
It had been a warm summer and the heavy brick and concrete walls seemed to act as a heat sink, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The dim wall lights in the basement only added to the unique ambiance that had no doubt led many astray.
“You mean my Aunt held people in here?!” the young brunette exclaimed.
He didn’t reply, but even so it only took Katie a few moments to get the full message.
“That’s why there’s a tap and drain in the corner!”
He nodded.
“And I bet if I go back upstairs I can see down through that metal grille.”
She ran back up taking two steps at a time. With one foot either side, she bent down and pulled up a metal hatch. Looking down between her long legs, she could see through the heavy grille and into the cell beneath.
“At least I could explain the mystery for you,” he smiled as he walked back to the front door.
“I just don’t understand why anyone would want to be locked up.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Well you came here today!” she said having taken up her previous position between him and the front door.
“It’s hard to explain,” he smiled as he waited for her to open the door, “I guess it’s just the opportunity to give away complete control to someone else and remove all need to think or make decisions.”
Katie considered this for a few moments.
“You know... I can always lock you up if that’s what you want,” Katie offered.
He smiled and shook his head, “Thank you, but no that’s fine.”
“Why? That’s why you came.”
“Well yes, with Emily.”
The truth was that Emily had been both incredibly attractive and incredibly seductive, with a way of controlling him that extended way past just sexual.
“What’s wrong with me?” her hands were back on her hips.
“Nothing...”
“Well it’s up to you.”
“Look, I appreciate the offer”.
Katie still hadn’t taken the front door key from her pocket and so he still wasn’t at liberty to leave. He tried the handle just to check.
“It’s locked,” she said matter-of-factly.
“You could unlock it.”
“Yes, but what other plans do you have tonight?” she asked as she looked straight into his eyes.
As he smelt Emily’s perfume still engrained in the room, it seemed that her niece had also inherited some of her dominant tendencies.
“Well yeah, I didn’t book a hotel.”
“Hotel? You mean you're staying all night.”
He could see the exhaustion in her face, it had obviously been a long day. She seemed more relaxed now, but no doubt just wanted to go home and crash.
“You’re tired,” he said as he motioned towards the locked door.
“Look, its easy enough for me to lock you up, especially as I seem to have just inherited a jail. One click of the padlock and you get what you came for.”
The indecisive look on his face was enough. She took him by the wrist and led him into the back room. Still unsure of how to play it, he followed the now barefoot woman, briefly glancing at her butt as he went.
“So how does this work?” she asked.
It was a rhetorical question as she immediately closed the door of the first cell and slid the bolt across with a force that sent a clang around the small enclosed space.
“And then it locks with the padlock,” he added.
“Why do I need to lock it?” she asked innocently, “you can’t open the bolt from inside.”
“True, but it makes it more secure and personal,” he finally replied, “not only will I be trapped, but you will be the only person in the world able to free me.”
“Okay,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders and bent down to thread the heavy padlock in place behind the metal shield which prevented it from ever being cut off.
Katie stood up and tugged at her denim shorts that were beginning to ride up into her butt. She pulled the key from the lock and swung it from the small key ring.
“And then I leave this on the bus on the way home,” she joked.
The look on his face told her that it wasn’t the right thing to say and she quickly tucked the key right down into the front pocket of her shorts.
”I’m sorry, I’ll keep it safely in here,” she smiled as she repeated patted the front of her shorts.
He handed her the cash which she immediately counted and then with a big grin on her face, stuffed into the back pocket of her shorts.
“Okay, this time with you inside.”
He waited for her to unlock the same door and, feeling slightly embarrassed and self conscious, he walked inside. He turned around only just in time to see the door bang closed behind him. It was only then that he realised he was in the pitch black as he hadn’t told her about the lights. He walked up to the door and pushed, but it was too late, he was on the wrong side of two inches of steel.
As he laid in the dark concrete box this thoughts jumped from one thing to the next. Emily was no more, but who was her niece? Could he trust her? It was too late to worry about that now. Whoever she was, she had a great figure. No, he mustn’t think like that, she must be fifteen years younger than him. What was her name? He should have asked her. He’d given away all control to a girl whose name he didn’t even know.
His thoughts were stopped as the mystery woman lifted the metal cover and looked down at him through the heavy grate.
“Oh it’s dark down there!”
“Yes, all light switches.... and door handles are on the outside.”
Katie jumped up and with one bare foot still standing on the grate, started to play with the light switch.
“On. Off. On. Off,” she giggled as she played with the switch.
He looked up from underneath her wondering if he’d made a mistake by letting her lock him up. She wasn’t taking this seriously. Would she even remember to let him out?
But when she had tired of playing with the light, she sat down on the edge of the grille with her legs hanging down between the bars. She swung her legs back and forth as she drank from a bottle of beer.
He had to grab her feet to avoid being kicked in the face as they swung towards him. He looked up at her slim figure sitting on the barred grille above him and as he did so, started to inadvertently massage her feet.
“Mmm that’s nice,” she smiled.
“What?”
“My feet, it’s nice. Keep going.”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
She giggled as she let down her hair so that it hung untidily around her head.
“You really don’t know much about me, do you.”
“Well maybe you should tell me.”
He ran his lips up her calf muscles and watched as tiny goose bumps started to form. She smiled, threw her head back and took another sip of beer. Whether it was the situation or just tiredness, the mystery woman was starting to look more and more attractive.
He reached up and ran his hands up her thighs. Katie let him do this, partly because it felt nice being touched by this sexy guy, but also because she was taking note of the very expensive watch on his wrist.
“Okay, until tomorrow,” she purred as she pulled her legs out from between the bars and stood on the grille above him.
He instinctively tried to reach up through the grill and touch her body that was now hopelessly out of reach. Instead, he had to quickly retrieve his hands as Katie lowered the metal hatch that covered the grille and locked it with the padlock. He sat down on the hard cell floor, now sure that he wanted to spend the night as her prisoner.
Katie sat down cross-legged on top of the hatch in one of her yoga positions and started to breathe more slowly. Right then she was earning more cash per hour than she had in her last job and all she had to do was look after a key.
She stood up and pulled her disheveled hair back into a ponytail. Her tight shorts were starting to ride up again and so she reached behind her to pull them down. She slipped into her old trainers walked back out to reception.
Once there she turned off the main power switch, plunging the whole place into darkness and with very little light coming from the alley outside, the place had a very quiet and still mood. Katie unlocked the front door and stepped out in the evening air, warm even though the sun had set.
Katie locked the front door behind her and slipped the silver key in beside the padlock key. She assumed he’d be okay, after all what trouble could anyone get into inside her concrete cell. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked quickly down the alley and joined the busy main street less than one hundred meters away. As she walked, she started to plan for the next day. Things were not going to work out quite how her guest was expecting.
*
That night, in complete darkness, he had removed his suit and shirt and laid them down carefully on the floor. He didn’t have his phone and the complete lack of any light made his watch as good as useless. She had effectively left him in complete sensory deprivation, unable to hear or see anything. He lay down and was soon asleep. He woke at various times but had no way of knowing whether ten minutes or ten hours had passed.
At one point he climbed to his feet and felt for the door. The metal was colder than the room as he pushed hard against it. He smiled as he imagined the padlock, just inches away, that she had snapped shut and which he had no hope of ever opening. He felt very safe and relaxed as he lay back down and returned to sleep.
Katie was tossing and turning in her small flat ten minutes walk away. There was no air conditioning and the fan did little to cool the humid air. She lay in the middle of her double bed naked, having long since kicked off the sheet.
At 5 a.m., just as the sun was rising, she finally gave up trying to sleep and stepped across her untidy room collecting several days of discarded clothing. With just a towel around her, she walked down to the communal laundry and stuffed everything into the washing machine. Carrying the keys to the cell that she’d kept close to her body ever since locking him up, she ran barefoot back up to her room.
She threaded the keys on to a silver chain that she wore around her neck and jumped into the shower. She washed her hair twice and scrubbed her body until steam and the smell of body wash filled her small flat.
She waxed her legs and dressed in a short blue dress that hugged her body, but did little to cover her legs. She put her hair in a neat ponytail and applied make up and heels. She finally returned to the laundry to retrieve and slip on a clean bra and pair of panties.
With two takeaway coffees in one hand and her keys in the other, she made the short walk back to the alleyway, stumbling a couple of times in the unaccustomed heels. She opened the door and walked into the back room where she un-padlocked the steel hatch.
A shiver of excitement ran the length of her body as she lifted the steel and saw the fit, bare-chested guy beneath her, shielding his eyes from the light.
“You still here?” Katie smiled as she crouched down, knees together and handed him a coffee through the heavy grille.
“Actually I was just leaving.” he joked with his dry throat from lack of talking.
“Like to see you try!”
Katie giggled, shaking her head as she sat down on the grille above him and again slipped her feet through the bars. He noticed her new look. Even her feet which again she swung and which this time almost knocked over his coffee had been cut and painted pink.
“Well if the coffee’s any good I may stay.”
“Good, I have a proposition for you,” Katie said as she instinctively tried to cross her legs, but couldn’t with the grille between her knees.
“A proposition?”
“I want you to help me make this business work.”
“What business?”
“This business, my Aunt’s business!” she exclaimed.
He smiled and rolled his eyes. In response she pulled out her dress from under her so that her skimpy pink panties were resting on the bars just above his head.
“Oh don’t do that,” he complained as he buried his face into the back of her calves.
“Why?”
“Because... I’m a guy who’s just spend all night locked in sensory deprivation and now your body in that dress is giving me sensory overload!”
“Good,” she smiled, oblivious to the anguish she was causing below.
He ran his hand through his slightly greying, dark hair.
“There’s more to this business than you know,” he replied having finally refocused on the question.
“That’s why I’m making you the offer. I need your help.”
“Look I don’t know.”
Katie was pouting as she wrapped her ankles around his neck and squeezed.
“Look at it this way, who else can I ask?”
It seemed as though she needed his help, at least this might give him some leverage.
“Maybe we should talk in the cafe over another coffee.”
“No I like you down there,” she smiled as she tried to rub her feet against his face.
Okay, it gave him no leverage. He grabbed her feet and again started to massage them mainly as a way of controlling them and stopping himself from getting kicked in the face.
“First I need to know my business partner’s name,” Katie said.
“Tom,” he replied after a short pause.
“Okay Tom, pass me your wallet, I just need to check.”
“That’s not necessary.”
He was still distracted by her slim legs when she pulled them back through the bars and stood up.
“Maybe you will show me your wallet tomorrow!”
She spoke calmly, but firmly as she lowered the steel hatch cover, plunging him yet again into darkness. Standing in bare feet on the hatch, she counted in her head until she heard the inevitable cries of help from underneath. She listened with amusement they grew more desperate before finally reopening the hatch.
Katie then spent the next ten minutes going through the contents of his wallet while he rubbed her feet. Having examined and taken photos of the array of identifications and platinum credit cards, she handed it back down to him intact.
“So you really are Tom.”
“And you are?” he asked.
“Why, Katie,” she giggled innocently.
The smiling brunette continued.
“You made the right decision to be my business partner. I wasn’t going to unlock you until you did”.
Tom smiled, although the seriousness of her voice and the way her brown eyes focused on him was slightly unsettling.
Katie closed the hatch and walked back down to the basement. She took the key from her necklace, where it had hung since her shower, and stepped bare foot into the cell.
Stood beside him, Katie looked very different to how she appeared when sitting on the grille above him. She was at least five inches shorter than him, slim, vulnerable and certainly less intimidating than when she’d had him under lock and key.
“Your home is very small,” she observed as she placed one hand on each side wall of the room.
“It’s not my home, Katie.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Don’t you ever wear shoes?” he asked, keen to change the subject.
He pulled on his shirt as she ran her hand over his tight, fit abs.
“Katie!” he said admonishingly.
“What?”
With her most innocent expression, she ran her fingertips up and over his slim, muscled chest, occasionally catching his eye as she did so. He had to button up his shirt to make her stop.
The various delays, instigated by Katie, meant that Tom didn’t have time to return to his apartment to shower before his meeting and so Katie suggested that he shower at her flat instead. Carrying the keys to her flat and a badly drawn map, Tom finally left the place almost twelve hours after arriving.
Ten minutes later, he reached her small and very untidy flat, which comprised a single room with an ensuite bathroom. He was starting to see why Katie was so keen to make a go of her recent inheritance.
He picked up her tiny denim shorts that she worn the day before and that had evidently missed the early morning wash. He held the soft worn denim against his face where he could smell her scent magnified from many many wears. He quickly folded them up and put them down. What was he doing? Why was his path becoming so entwined with this woman’s?
After clearing the bathroom so that he could shower, he left for his meetings. By early afternoon he had finished and returned to the alleyway with sandwiches and coffee. He didn’t know quite why he’d returned. Maybe because he’d promised her he would, or because she had the ability to blackmail him, or because she needed someone to stop her getting into trouble. Or maybe just because he wanted to experience the excitement of being locked up by her one more time.
Katie opened the door, let him in and then deadlocked it behind him. She skipped over and handed him one of two notepads that she’d bought and a pen. Even though he’d just left a meeting where they had discussed a major transaction, no one at that meeting had had anything like this girl’s infectious enthusiasm.
The smooth curve of her nose seemed more pronounced as she put on her best business face. Although standing there bare foot, wiggling her hips slightly did detract from the business like image.
“I want you in the cell so I can visualise our service!”
“Our service?”
“I hope you’re not thinking of breaking your promise,” she replied with determination that contained the slightest hint of menace.
Tom smiled as he put his hands up and led the way down to the basement and into the middle cell. She stood in the doorway watching him loosened his tie.
“What?” he asked.
She blew him a kiss before shutting the door on him. The sound of the door clanging shut and the padlock locking always gave him a chill of excitement and the pink panties that soon appeared sitting cross legged on the grille above him were also taking him to a place that he was trying to avoid.
“Okay, sexy guys come and I lock them up,” Katie spoke as she scribbled into her notebook.
“Well yes, but the punters may want a little more than that.”
“Like what?”
Tom was determined to put her off and make it all sound too hard but so far it wasn’t working. Her youthful enthusiasm would take more stopping. At the very least he needed to make sure she knew what she was getting into.
“Discipline, caning, face sitting...”
“Sure, no problem,” she replied as she wrote more notes.
“But you have no experience of any of this!” Tom was getting exasperated.
“I have the rest of the day to practice sitting on your face.”
“They may want certain role plays...” Tom continued.
“Sure, they play the role of the guy locked up tight and I play the mean bitch with the keys.”
The pink panties disappeared and the hatch slammed shut. A minute later there was a jangle of keys and Katie was back with him in the cell.
“Lie down!”
He rolled his eyes but obeyed as Katie stood with one foot either side of his head.
“Let’s see how difficult this sitting on people’s face thing really is, shall we?”
With that, she sat down straight on his face with her full weight and stayed there until he struggled.
“Air, Katie, I have to breathe.”
“Go on then,” she replied a little annoyed that she hadn’t worked that out.
“And maybe kneel down first and then lower your butt more slowly and sensually?”
They spend the next hour experimenting with every position they could think of, both enjoying the feeling.
“Do I pass, teacher?” she finally asked.
“You’re good, you have one cute butt,” he panted.
“That’s good as I have a guy coming this afternoon who wants me to sit on him.”
“What? No way!” Tom exclaimed.
Katie, who was now sitting on his chest, reached behind her and unbuckled his suit trousers and reached inside. Tom started to protest and tried to sit up, but she slipped forward so that she pinned him with his head between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together as she continued to massage him.
But then, before making him come, Katie simply stood up and walked out of the cell. Tom realised too late and by the time he got to his feet, she had closed and bolted the door. Tom stood in the pitch black and listened desperately as she locked the padlock.
“No Katie, don’t do it.” he cried.
“I’m sorry I have to shut you in, Tommy.”
“I thought we were business partners?” he said trying to play her at her own game.
“I promise I’ll let you out when he’s gone.”
Rubbing herself against his face had turned her on and she sat down, legs apart leaning against the outside of the door, and with her hand inside her underwear, brought herself to orgasm.
At the same time, Tom was leaning against the inside of the same door, knowing that there was no possible way out. Why was he so concern anyway? He hardly knew this girl. Surely he hadn’t started to care that much. He could still smell her scent on his face. Her body, that was now out of reach, was about to pleasure another guy. But surely he couldn’t be jealous, could he?
The hatch in the ceiling opened for just a second and something dropped to the floor. He felt for it and unable to see, held it up to his face. It was her pink underwear, no doubt some sort of present to keep him company while she was away.
Shit, she probably was up to this job; within less than a day she’d taken him from uninterested to bordering on the obsessed. When she finally released him, he would need to find a way to extract himself from her web, without any comeback or blackmail. Although as he lay on the small mattress in the dark, with her panties held to his face, he knew it wouldn’t be easy.
The place itself comprised the basement and ground floors of a unit in an old brick-built commercial block. It had a small reception area and an empty room behind that didn’t seem to serve any purpose. In the basement there was a further room containing three large cupboards. The place was clean and stylishly decorated in white with red feature walls. She stood up and walked around her new place, trying to imagine what, if anything, she could do with it.
Katie had recently quit her job as a shop assistant, one of a long line of failed jobs. She had the intelligence, but hadn’t found anything to inspire her to make the necessary effort. She was 21 years old, with limited qualifications, even more limited cash and no idea on how to make more. But she did now own this place.
For the last year she had lived in a bedsit, which was small and always in a mess. Her sink was always full and she was always behind with her laundry. The underwear she was wearing right then had been dirty when she’d put it on that morning.
Katie looked up with shock as she heard a knock on the front door. She stood totally still, wondering whether she’d imagined it. There it was again. Katie felt her heart race up as she slowly stepped forward in her old worn out, sockless trainers. She reached the door and turned the large silver key that was sitting in the deadlock.
Outside was a good looking guy who must have been in his late thirties. He was wearing a suit, without a tie and with a few shirt buttons undone to give him a casual look. As soon as he saw Katie, his casual smile changed to a look of surprise and then to a look of slight embarrassment.
“Is Emily here?”
“No,” Katie stammered in reply.
“Oh. Sorry to have bothered you.” He started to walk away.
“Emily was my Aunt,” Katie called after him.
He stopped and turned, with a look of concern. “Was?”
“She’s no longer with us. Car accident.”
He stood there in slight shock as he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He didn’t seem to know what do to or say.
At Katie’s invitation, the guy followed her into the small reception area and they sat down on the wooden chairs facing each other. Having each said their condolences to the other, they sat saying nothing.
He watched the slim girl sitting in front of him. She had her hands on the edges of her chair and was nervously fidgeting. Her eyes darted around the room, occasionally resting on him for just a second. She was sniffing slightly, although he wasn’t sure whether that was from a cold or just grief.
Her long brown hair was up in a very untidy pony tail. Her white t-shirt and denim shorts were unironed and in need of a wash. Her shoes were in need of chucking out. She was medium height, slightly slimmer than perhaps she should have been, but attractive enough, particularly on the rare occasion she smiled.
He watched her eyes. They were large, brown and surrounded by unusually long lashes which gave her a slight Disney-esque appearance. After a few more minutes to reflect on the news, he stood to leave.
“What did my Aunt use this place for?” she asked, not moving from her seat.
“Oh... you know...” He knew it was a poor answer as soon as he’s opened his mouth.
“No I don’t!”
Katie had now stood up and walked over so that her back was resting against the front door. Although she looked light enough for him to pick up with one hand, he knew he couldn’t leave. She crossed her slim arms and looked at him.
“Tell me!”
“Storage, mainly,” he replied.
“Storage? Of what?”
He was starting to feel uncomfortable. He would either have to forcefully move the young woman or tell her things he had no intention of sharing. He watched as she reached to her side and turned the key in the door before withdrawing it and slipping it into her pocket. The ‘forcefully move’ option was getting harder.
“People,” he finally said as he stepped back and leaned against the small counter.
Her open mouth and look of complete surprise confirmed his suspicions that his girl was not ready to learn more about her Aunt.
Still in possession of the key to the front door, she walked past him, down the stairs and into the basement. Unable to open the front door, he followed.
The small windowless basement had three heavy steel doors along the back wall and behind each door was a small windowless space; 6 feet by 4 feet and only 6 feet high. Each had a heavy grille in the middle of their concrete ceiling.
It had been a warm summer and the heavy brick and concrete walls seemed to act as a heat sink, creating an oppressive atmosphere. The dim wall lights in the basement only added to the unique ambiance that had no doubt led many astray.
“You mean my Aunt held people in here?!” the young brunette exclaimed.
He didn’t reply, but even so it only took Katie a few moments to get the full message.
“That’s why there’s a tap and drain in the corner!”
He nodded.
“And I bet if I go back upstairs I can see down through that metal grille.”
She ran back up taking two steps at a time. With one foot either side, she bent down and pulled up a metal hatch. Looking down between her long legs, she could see through the heavy grille and into the cell beneath.
“At least I could explain the mystery for you,” he smiled as he walked back to the front door.
“I just don’t understand why anyone would want to be locked up.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Well you came here today!” she said having taken up her previous position between him and the front door.
“It’s hard to explain,” he smiled as he waited for her to open the door, “I guess it’s just the opportunity to give away complete control to someone else and remove all need to think or make decisions.”
Katie considered this for a few moments.
“You know... I can always lock you up if that’s what you want,” Katie offered.
He smiled and shook his head, “Thank you, but no that’s fine.”
“Why? That’s why you came.”
“Well yes, with Emily.”
The truth was that Emily had been both incredibly attractive and incredibly seductive, with a way of controlling him that extended way past just sexual.
“What’s wrong with me?” her hands were back on her hips.
“Nothing...”
“Well it’s up to you.”
“Look, I appreciate the offer”.
Katie still hadn’t taken the front door key from her pocket and so he still wasn’t at liberty to leave. He tried the handle just to check.
“It’s locked,” she said matter-of-factly.
“You could unlock it.”
“Yes, but what other plans do you have tonight?” she asked as she looked straight into his eyes.
As he smelt Emily’s perfume still engrained in the room, it seemed that her niece had also inherited some of her dominant tendencies.
“Well yeah, I didn’t book a hotel.”
“Hotel? You mean you're staying all night.”
He could see the exhaustion in her face, it had obviously been a long day. She seemed more relaxed now, but no doubt just wanted to go home and crash.
“You’re tired,” he said as he motioned towards the locked door.
“Look, its easy enough for me to lock you up, especially as I seem to have just inherited a jail. One click of the padlock and you get what you came for.”
The indecisive look on his face was enough. She took him by the wrist and led him into the back room. Still unsure of how to play it, he followed the now barefoot woman, briefly glancing at her butt as he went.
“So how does this work?” she asked.
It was a rhetorical question as she immediately closed the door of the first cell and slid the bolt across with a force that sent a clang around the small enclosed space.
“And then it locks with the padlock,” he added.
“Why do I need to lock it?” she asked innocently, “you can’t open the bolt from inside.”
“True, but it makes it more secure and personal,” he finally replied, “not only will I be trapped, but you will be the only person in the world able to free me.”
“Okay,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders and bent down to thread the heavy padlock in place behind the metal shield which prevented it from ever being cut off.
Katie stood up and tugged at her denim shorts that were beginning to ride up into her butt. She pulled the key from the lock and swung it from the small key ring.
“And then I leave this on the bus on the way home,” she joked.
The look on his face told her that it wasn’t the right thing to say and she quickly tucked the key right down into the front pocket of her shorts.
”I’m sorry, I’ll keep it safely in here,” she smiled as she repeated patted the front of her shorts.
He handed her the cash which she immediately counted and then with a big grin on her face, stuffed into the back pocket of her shorts.
“Okay, this time with you inside.”
He waited for her to unlock the same door and, feeling slightly embarrassed and self conscious, he walked inside. He turned around only just in time to see the door bang closed behind him. It was only then that he realised he was in the pitch black as he hadn’t told her about the lights. He walked up to the door and pushed, but it was too late, he was on the wrong side of two inches of steel.
As he laid in the dark concrete box this thoughts jumped from one thing to the next. Emily was no more, but who was her niece? Could he trust her? It was too late to worry about that now. Whoever she was, she had a great figure. No, he mustn’t think like that, she must be fifteen years younger than him. What was her name? He should have asked her. He’d given away all control to a girl whose name he didn’t even know.
His thoughts were stopped as the mystery woman lifted the metal cover and looked down at him through the heavy grate.
“Oh it’s dark down there!”
“Yes, all light switches.... and door handles are on the outside.”
Katie jumped up and with one bare foot still standing on the grate, started to play with the light switch.
“On. Off. On. Off,” she giggled as she played with the switch.
He looked up from underneath her wondering if he’d made a mistake by letting her lock him up. She wasn’t taking this seriously. Would she even remember to let him out?
But when she had tired of playing with the light, she sat down on the edge of the grille with her legs hanging down between the bars. She swung her legs back and forth as she drank from a bottle of beer.
He had to grab her feet to avoid being kicked in the face as they swung towards him. He looked up at her slim figure sitting on the barred grille above him and as he did so, started to inadvertently massage her feet.
“Mmm that’s nice,” she smiled.
“What?”
“My feet, it’s nice. Keep going.”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
She giggled as she let down her hair so that it hung untidily around her head.
“You really don’t know much about me, do you.”
“Well maybe you should tell me.”
He ran his lips up her calf muscles and watched as tiny goose bumps started to form. She smiled, threw her head back and took another sip of beer. Whether it was the situation or just tiredness, the mystery woman was starting to look more and more attractive.
He reached up and ran his hands up her thighs. Katie let him do this, partly because it felt nice being touched by this sexy guy, but also because she was taking note of the very expensive watch on his wrist.
“Okay, until tomorrow,” she purred as she pulled her legs out from between the bars and stood on the grille above him.
He instinctively tried to reach up through the grill and touch her body that was now hopelessly out of reach. Instead, he had to quickly retrieve his hands as Katie lowered the metal hatch that covered the grille and locked it with the padlock. He sat down on the hard cell floor, now sure that he wanted to spend the night as her prisoner.
Katie sat down cross-legged on top of the hatch in one of her yoga positions and started to breathe more slowly. Right then she was earning more cash per hour than she had in her last job and all she had to do was look after a key.
She stood up and pulled her disheveled hair back into a ponytail. Her tight shorts were starting to ride up again and so she reached behind her to pull them down. She slipped into her old trainers walked back out to reception.
Once there she turned off the main power switch, plunging the whole place into darkness and with very little light coming from the alley outside, the place had a very quiet and still mood. Katie unlocked the front door and stepped out in the evening air, warm even though the sun had set.
Katie locked the front door behind her and slipped the silver key in beside the padlock key. She assumed he’d be okay, after all what trouble could anyone get into inside her concrete cell. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked quickly down the alley and joined the busy main street less than one hundred meters away. As she walked, she started to plan for the next day. Things were not going to work out quite how her guest was expecting.
*
That night, in complete darkness, he had removed his suit and shirt and laid them down carefully on the floor. He didn’t have his phone and the complete lack of any light made his watch as good as useless. She had effectively left him in complete sensory deprivation, unable to hear or see anything. He lay down and was soon asleep. He woke at various times but had no way of knowing whether ten minutes or ten hours had passed.
At one point he climbed to his feet and felt for the door. The metal was colder than the room as he pushed hard against it. He smiled as he imagined the padlock, just inches away, that she had snapped shut and which he had no hope of ever opening. He felt very safe and relaxed as he lay back down and returned to sleep.
Katie was tossing and turning in her small flat ten minutes walk away. There was no air conditioning and the fan did little to cool the humid air. She lay in the middle of her double bed naked, having long since kicked off the sheet.
At 5 a.m., just as the sun was rising, she finally gave up trying to sleep and stepped across her untidy room collecting several days of discarded clothing. With just a towel around her, she walked down to the communal laundry and stuffed everything into the washing machine. Carrying the keys to the cell that she’d kept close to her body ever since locking him up, she ran barefoot back up to her room.
She threaded the keys on to a silver chain that she wore around her neck and jumped into the shower. She washed her hair twice and scrubbed her body until steam and the smell of body wash filled her small flat.
She waxed her legs and dressed in a short blue dress that hugged her body, but did little to cover her legs. She put her hair in a neat ponytail and applied make up and heels. She finally returned to the laundry to retrieve and slip on a clean bra and pair of panties.
With two takeaway coffees in one hand and her keys in the other, she made the short walk back to the alleyway, stumbling a couple of times in the unaccustomed heels. She opened the door and walked into the back room where she un-padlocked the steel hatch.
A shiver of excitement ran the length of her body as she lifted the steel and saw the fit, bare-chested guy beneath her, shielding his eyes from the light.
“You still here?” Katie smiled as she crouched down, knees together and handed him a coffee through the heavy grille.
“Actually I was just leaving.” he joked with his dry throat from lack of talking.
“Like to see you try!”
Katie giggled, shaking her head as she sat down on the grille above him and again slipped her feet through the bars. He noticed her new look. Even her feet which again she swung and which this time almost knocked over his coffee had been cut and painted pink.
“Well if the coffee’s any good I may stay.”
“Good, I have a proposition for you,” Katie said as she instinctively tried to cross her legs, but couldn’t with the grille between her knees.
“A proposition?”
“I want you to help me make this business work.”
“What business?”
“This business, my Aunt’s business!” she exclaimed.
He smiled and rolled his eyes. In response she pulled out her dress from under her so that her skimpy pink panties were resting on the bars just above his head.
“Oh don’t do that,” he complained as he buried his face into the back of her calves.
“Why?”
“Because... I’m a guy who’s just spend all night locked in sensory deprivation and now your body in that dress is giving me sensory overload!”
“Good,” she smiled, oblivious to the anguish she was causing below.
He ran his hand through his slightly greying, dark hair.
“There’s more to this business than you know,” he replied having finally refocused on the question.
“That’s why I’m making you the offer. I need your help.”
“Look I don’t know.”
Katie was pouting as she wrapped her ankles around his neck and squeezed.
“Look at it this way, who else can I ask?”
It seemed as though she needed his help, at least this might give him some leverage.
“Maybe we should talk in the cafe over another coffee.”
“No I like you down there,” she smiled as she tried to rub her feet against his face.
Okay, it gave him no leverage. He grabbed her feet and again started to massage them mainly as a way of controlling them and stopping himself from getting kicked in the face.
“First I need to know my business partner’s name,” Katie said.
“Tom,” he replied after a short pause.
“Okay Tom, pass me your wallet, I just need to check.”
“That’s not necessary.”
He was still distracted by her slim legs when she pulled them back through the bars and stood up.
“Maybe you will show me your wallet tomorrow!”
She spoke calmly, but firmly as she lowered the steel hatch cover, plunging him yet again into darkness. Standing in bare feet on the hatch, she counted in her head until she heard the inevitable cries of help from underneath. She listened with amusement they grew more desperate before finally reopening the hatch.
Katie then spent the next ten minutes going through the contents of his wallet while he rubbed her feet. Having examined and taken photos of the array of identifications and platinum credit cards, she handed it back down to him intact.
“So you really are Tom.”
“And you are?” he asked.
“Why, Katie,” she giggled innocently.
The smiling brunette continued.
“You made the right decision to be my business partner. I wasn’t going to unlock you until you did”.
Tom smiled, although the seriousness of her voice and the way her brown eyes focused on him was slightly unsettling.
Katie closed the hatch and walked back down to the basement. She took the key from her necklace, where it had hung since her shower, and stepped bare foot into the cell.
Stood beside him, Katie looked very different to how she appeared when sitting on the grille above him. She was at least five inches shorter than him, slim, vulnerable and certainly less intimidating than when she’d had him under lock and key.
“Your home is very small,” she observed as she placed one hand on each side wall of the room.
“It’s not my home, Katie.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Don’t you ever wear shoes?” he asked, keen to change the subject.
He pulled on his shirt as she ran her hand over his tight, fit abs.
“Katie!” he said admonishingly.
“What?”
With her most innocent expression, she ran her fingertips up and over his slim, muscled chest, occasionally catching his eye as she did so. He had to button up his shirt to make her stop.
The various delays, instigated by Katie, meant that Tom didn’t have time to return to his apartment to shower before his meeting and so Katie suggested that he shower at her flat instead. Carrying the keys to her flat and a badly drawn map, Tom finally left the place almost twelve hours after arriving.
Ten minutes later, he reached her small and very untidy flat, which comprised a single room with an ensuite bathroom. He was starting to see why Katie was so keen to make a go of her recent inheritance.
He picked up her tiny denim shorts that she worn the day before and that had evidently missed the early morning wash. He held the soft worn denim against his face where he could smell her scent magnified from many many wears. He quickly folded them up and put them down. What was he doing? Why was his path becoming so entwined with this woman’s?
After clearing the bathroom so that he could shower, he left for his meetings. By early afternoon he had finished and returned to the alleyway with sandwiches and coffee. He didn’t know quite why he’d returned. Maybe because he’d promised her he would, or because she had the ability to blackmail him, or because she needed someone to stop her getting into trouble. Or maybe just because he wanted to experience the excitement of being locked up by her one more time.
Katie opened the door, let him in and then deadlocked it behind him. She skipped over and handed him one of two notepads that she’d bought and a pen. Even though he’d just left a meeting where they had discussed a major transaction, no one at that meeting had had anything like this girl’s infectious enthusiasm.
The smooth curve of her nose seemed more pronounced as she put on her best business face. Although standing there bare foot, wiggling her hips slightly did detract from the business like image.
“I want you in the cell so I can visualise our service!”
“Our service?”
“I hope you’re not thinking of breaking your promise,” she replied with determination that contained the slightest hint of menace.
Tom smiled as he put his hands up and led the way down to the basement and into the middle cell. She stood in the doorway watching him loosened his tie.
“What?” he asked.
She blew him a kiss before shutting the door on him. The sound of the door clanging shut and the padlock locking always gave him a chill of excitement and the pink panties that soon appeared sitting cross legged on the grille above him were also taking him to a place that he was trying to avoid.
“Okay, sexy guys come and I lock them up,” Katie spoke as she scribbled into her notebook.
“Well yes, but the punters may want a little more than that.”
“Like what?”
Tom was determined to put her off and make it all sound too hard but so far it wasn’t working. Her youthful enthusiasm would take more stopping. At the very least he needed to make sure she knew what she was getting into.
“Discipline, caning, face sitting...”
“Sure, no problem,” she replied as she wrote more notes.
“But you have no experience of any of this!” Tom was getting exasperated.
“I have the rest of the day to practice sitting on your face.”
“They may want certain role plays...” Tom continued.
“Sure, they play the role of the guy locked up tight and I play the mean bitch with the keys.”
The pink panties disappeared and the hatch slammed shut. A minute later there was a jangle of keys and Katie was back with him in the cell.
“Lie down!”
He rolled his eyes but obeyed as Katie stood with one foot either side of his head.
“Let’s see how difficult this sitting on people’s face thing really is, shall we?”
With that, she sat down straight on his face with her full weight and stayed there until he struggled.
“Air, Katie, I have to breathe.”
“Go on then,” she replied a little annoyed that she hadn’t worked that out.
“And maybe kneel down first and then lower your butt more slowly and sensually?”
They spend the next hour experimenting with every position they could think of, both enjoying the feeling.
“Do I pass, teacher?” she finally asked.
“You’re good, you have one cute butt,” he panted.
“That’s good as I have a guy coming this afternoon who wants me to sit on him.”
“What? No way!” Tom exclaimed.
Katie, who was now sitting on his chest, reached behind her and unbuckled his suit trousers and reached inside. Tom started to protest and tried to sit up, but she slipped forward so that she pinned him with his head between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together as she continued to massage him.
But then, before making him come, Katie simply stood up and walked out of the cell. Tom realised too late and by the time he got to his feet, she had closed and bolted the door. Tom stood in the pitch black and listened desperately as she locked the padlock.
“No Katie, don’t do it.” he cried.
“I’m sorry I have to shut you in, Tommy.”
“I thought we were business partners?” he said trying to play her at her own game.
“I promise I’ll let you out when he’s gone.”
Rubbing herself against his face had turned her on and she sat down, legs apart leaning against the outside of the door, and with her hand inside her underwear, brought herself to orgasm.
At the same time, Tom was leaning against the inside of the same door, knowing that there was no possible way out. Why was he so concern anyway? He hardly knew this girl. Surely he hadn’t started to care that much. He could still smell her scent on his face. Her body, that was now out of reach, was about to pleasure another guy. But surely he couldn’t be jealous, could he?
The hatch in the ceiling opened for just a second and something dropped to the floor. He felt for it and unable to see, held it up to his face. It was her pink underwear, no doubt some sort of present to keep him company while she was away.
Shit, she probably was up to this job; within less than a day she’d taken him from uninterested to bordering on the obsessed. When she finally released him, he would need to find a way to extract himself from her web, without any comeback or blackmail. Although as he lay on the small mattress in the dark, with her panties held to his face, he knew it wouldn’t be easy.
Makenna
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