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.



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