Blue jeans Brad was delighted; she had invited him for dinner. Kat was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, who had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure. Although eight people had been invited to dinner, there had been a certain spark between Brad and Kat and he hoped that the evening would give him the chance to get to know her better. He arrived fashionable late, although not late enough, as he was still the first person to arrive. Kat rented a small basement flat in the centre of the city, which had its own private courtyard below street level. She opened the door and greeted him with a kiss on both cheeks. She was wearing a pair of khaki cords and a white shirt and looked fantastic. Kat led him in the kitchen and offered him a drink. The conversation was going well and Brad knew that this was his chance. Twenty minutes later and still no sign of the others, Brad went to use the bathroom. As he was washing his hands, he saw her laundry basket in the corner of the room. On top of the pile of clothes waiting to be washed was Kat’s pair of blue jeans that had been filling Brad’s daydreams for the last few weeks. He nervously walked over to the laundry basket and picked up the jeans. He held them up to his face and felt the material against his skin. Then, after checking that the bathroom door was locked, he slowly zipped and buttoned the jeans and pulled them over his head so that his head was exactly where Kat’s pert arse had been all those times before. After a minute of enjoying the feeling, he took them off and started to look around the room for a belt. Although he could find nothing in the way of a belt, he saw a combination padlock lying next to Kat’s gym kit. This would do. The lock had four dials each with ten numbers on – that was 10,000 combinations, but fortunately, the lock was open. He picked up the lock in one hand and pulled the jeans back over his head with the other. He then slipped the padlock through two of the belt hoops so that the jeans were locked tightly around his neck. He then very carefully turned the top dial to the right by one number to lock the padlock in place. Brad felt turned on by the jeans. Kat’s had a slim waist and the jeans were a close fit around his head. Every thing was pitch black and all he could do was to enjoy the warm felling and the smell of that beautiful Swedish woman. After losing himself for a few minutes he remembered where he was and went to unlock the padlock. He turned the top dial of the combination lock, but nothing happened. He then turned it two notches the other way. Still nothing. He panicked as he started to turn the top dial notch by notch, but then realised that he had accidentally moved the bottom dial at the same time. He tried to put that back in position. Things were getting worse; he started to turn all four wheels, but the lock remained firmly closed. He tried to unbutton the jeans, but that didn’t help him either, as he had locked the padlock through a hoop either side of the zipper. He was trapped; there was no way he could get the jeans off his head. He couldn’t even see what he was doing, everything inside was pitch-black. He pulled as hard as he could at the material, but everything was too well sown. He was trapped. By unzipping the unbuttoning the jeans he could just see through a gap in the jeans large enough to see the combination lock in the mirror. But that didn’t help, he hadn’t noted what the combination was before he snapped it shut. He heard a voice from outside. “Hey Brad, are you OK in there?” Kat was wondering what was wrong. “Fine”, he replied. As she was walking away, he called out “Kat, do you know what the combination for your padlock is by any chance” The voice was very muffled. Kat was puzzled, but intrigued “Yes, why do you ask?” “No reason” he lied. “OK, if it’s no reason then no need for me to tell you,” Kat teased. Brad could tell that this tact was not going to work. Kat bent down and looked through the keyhole and soon guessed what had happened. “I’d only tell you the number if it was important” she continued, “like if you had used the lock to accidentally lock my jeans over your head”. Brad was shocked, how did she know. Anyway, it was too late. He felt for the door and turned the key. “I’m really sorry he started, please just get me out of here and I’ll leave”. “Why?” Kat replied, “you got your head in there, you get it out”. Kat then took his hand and led him to the sofa in the lounge and the two sat down. “It’s a shame that you’ll have to spend the whole of the dinner party with your head locked in my dirty jeans. It can’t be very nice in there.” “Look I apologised, didn’t I?” Brad continued, please let me out. “Not a chance” Kat smiled and by the way I’m going to hide all knifes and scissors, so you’ll not be getting out of there for a long time”. The two friends sat on the sofa talking. All was normal except that one had the other one’s jeans padlocked over his head. And just to make sure that all was secure, Kat took a small padlocked and lock the zipped closed. The doorbell rang. “OK, the others are here”. “Hey they can’t see me like this” Brad panicked. “Too bad, I’m not letting you out” Kat smiled. “But you can hide in my bedroom if you want”. Kat led Brad to her bedroom and closed the door before welcoming the other guests. After pouring them drinks, she excused herself with a story about having to buy some more wine. She left the flat and walked around the corner to the shops. After checking that no one she knew was watching, she walked into the sex shop. She went up to the woman behind the counter. “I need some handcuffs please” she asked in her Swedish accent “the most secure you have”. The woman went into the backroom and returned with a selection. Kat chose the most expensive; the woman assured his they were escape proof. Kat returned to the flat and refilled her friends’ glasses with the wine that she had also bought. She then excused herself once more and went into her bedroom. Brad was on his feet, looking through her drawers for something to cut himself free. “On the bed she whispered, lie down on your front with your hands behind your back. Unless you want me to invite the others in” she smiled as he quickly obeyed. She emptied her shopping on to the bed. Brad heard the clanging of metal and knew what was coming. Kat struggled to understand how the handcuffs worked and even tried locking one cuff around her own wrist to make sure she had it right. “These are the most secure cuffs there are” Kat smiled as she slowly but tightly locked the manacles around Brad’s wrists. “And each pair has its own key, not just a standard one, so that means I’m the only person in the world who can unlock you. She tucked the keys in back pocket of her trousers and smiled. “And just to stop you walking around” she smiled as she passed the legs of the jeans around the posts of the wrought iron bed and tied them together. Brad tried pulling away, but his head was now tied to the bed and with his hands locked behind him he couldn’t untie himself. “It getting hot inside here” Brad complained. “Of course” she smiled. “My arse has been squeezed into those jeans almost constantly for about a week now. And there’s nothing you can do but just breathe it in”. She then ran her fingers teasingly around Brad’s wrists, blew him a kiss and returned to the party. The evening was a success, everyone, enjoyed the food and wine. Kat almost forgot about Brad lying next door. Occasionally, when she sat down at the table, she would feel the handcuff keys dig into the arse, but otherwise her captive was forgotten. After midnight the friends left. Kat collapsed on to the sofa and smiled as she once again felt the keys. She walked back into the bedroom and started to undress and change into silk pyjamas. She turned to Brad “You’ve now had your head locked inside my jeans for almost five hours, I guess I’d better let you out”. She unlocked the padlock and eased the denim over his head. His face was red and hot. “Oh thank you,” he gasped. “You probably won’t mean that” Kat smiled as she picked up the black silk knickers that she’d worn that evening. She kissed him on the lips. He struggled against the handcuff, but she just sat astride his back, holding him in place. She then pulled the knickers over his head so that his face was resting where her bum had been. She then took the lace from one of her boots and tied the bottom together so that the silk was tied firmly in place. She then took her khaki trousers, still warm from her skin, and pulled them over his head and locked them in place with the padlock. Again she tied the legs to the bed to stop him moving in the night. The silk felt nice against his face, but her scent was stronger. “I’m sure you wanted to stay the evening, didn’t you” she smiled as she lay down next to him and drifted off to sleep. __________________________________________________ Yahoo! Plus - For a better Internet experience http://uk.promotions.yahoo.com/yplus/yoffer.html