The Box

Kate had been the latest addition to the house-share.
She was in her mid-twenties, reasonably attractive,
with a good figure. She always dressed casually in
blue jeans and casual tops. Brad and the other
housemate, Andrea, had chosen her for the house only a
month earlier. In that time Brad and Kate had got on
passably, but had had disagreements on a number of
subjects. 

Kate had in her room a large very solid wooden box,
which Brad had had to help carry up the stairs when
she arrived. The box was made out of oak, with brass
fittings and had a number of small holes drilled into
the sides.

One Saturday morning, Brad came into Kate’s room to
pass on a telephone message. The message was somewhat
cryptic in form; a woman called Anna had called and
promised to ‘get Kate back’ for the trick she’d played
with the box. Kate could tell from the tone in which
Brad had delivered the message that he wanted to know
the story.

“What’s that about”, he asked innocently?
“Oh, I stopped her from going on a date with some
unsuitable guy”, she replied casually.
“How”, he asked.  
“I locked her in this box”, she replied as she pointed
to the large wooden box.

“Right”, laughed Brad, not believing the story,
“anyway I’m sure Anna wouldn’t fit in there”
“Oh she did … and so would you”, Kate offered.
“Yeh right”, Brad dismissed, as he turned to leave.
“Again proved wrong”, Kate snapped, determined to win
the somewhat pointless argument.

“OK, I’ll prove it, if you want”, Brad replied, again
rising to challenge his housemate.
Kate smiled, opened the box lid and indicated for him
to climb inside.
“Take your shoes off first”, she insisted

Brad did as he was instructed and climbed into the
box. He could now understand why it had been so heavy;
it was made of thick oak and had steel supports on the
inside.
“Lie down on your back” Kate hissed as she pulled his
legs to ensure he complied.
The box was just long enough for Brad to lie down with
his legs bought into his chest above him. As he lay
there he realised that the box probably was large
enough to take him, and that he might now be in
trouble.

“Let’s just see if the lid will close”, Kate hissed as
she forcefully pushed the lid closed. With just an
inch of daylight remaining between the box and the lid
she sat down on the wooden top and the lid banged shut
with an ominous thud.
It was suddenly very dark and very enclosed inside the
box.
“OK, OK, you’ve proved your point” he cried, “now let
me out of here”.
All he heard in reply was a laugh.

Brad started to push up from inside the box, however,
given his awkward position, he was unable to exert
much pressure. He certainly could not provide enough
force to counter the weight of the jeans-clad arse
that held the lid firmly close. He struggled for
several minutes before conceding that with Kate
sitting on the lid, there was no chance of escape. He
would have to try and talk his way out.

“Kate”, he called timidly, “Kate”
“Yes?” came the reply.
“OK, you were right, I could fit in here and I’m sure
you did trap your friend in here”, you’re certainly
sadistic enough he thought.
Kate just laughed.

After a few moments he ventured, “Are you going to let
me out?”
“Sometime …” she replied.
Brad just lay there wondering how long she might keep
him imprisoned in the box.
“Please he replied”, desperately trying not to annoy
her, knowing what a temper she had.
“Say one more word”, she threatened, “and I’ll turn
this key and leave you locked up all day … maybe all
weekend”.
Brad was terrified and didn’t say another word.

Kate sat there on the box and started to read her
book. Andrea, one of the other housemates, came in
briefly to pass on another message. Brad didn’t dare
say anything, as he believed that Kate certainly could
be cruel enough to keep him there all day. Even if
Andrea did try and help him, what could she do once
Kate had locked the trunk and pocketed the key.
Anyway, what was to say that Andrea would help him
anyway? She’d probably take Kate’s side and also sit
on the box.

After about half an hour, Kate finally stood up and
threw open the box. She then turned away to look into
a mirror as Brad struggled to sit up. Brad looked
across to her perfect arse that had incarcerated him
for the last half an hour. Kate could see him watching
her in the mirror. 

“So how did it feel to be held captive by a woman?”
she asked.
“OK”, he replied, as he wondered why he wasn’t as
angry as he should have been.

The two housemates talked for a while and for once
didn’t argue.
After a while, Brad asked hesitantly, “would you lock
me in the box again sometime?”
Kate smiled and replied “Of course, what about this
evening?”

Later that evening, Brad came back to Kate’s room.
Kate was wearing a tight, pale-coloured mini-skirt and
top and was ready to go clubbing. 
“You sure you want to go through with this?”, she
asked.
“Sure” he replied, excited by the prospect.

“OK hold out your hands” she demanded
“Why?” he questioned.
“Because I thought we’ve have a little more fun this
time … we’ll start with these handcuffs” she replied.
Although he wasn’t quite sure about the new
development, he held his hands out as requested. He
watched as Kate fastened the solid handcuffs around
his wrists. Unlike the handcuffs he’d seen before
which were operated with a standard key, these locked
with a cylinder lock, to which there was obviously
only one key.
“These aren’t standard cuffs”, Kate explained,
“There’s no point in even trying to escape from
these.”
“OK, now your ankles”, she continued, “as she fitted
and double locked the feet cuffs.

“I’ll leave the key for the box in the key hole”, Kate
explained, “in an emergency, you can try and
attractive Andrea’s attention, and she can release
you. Although the keys for the cuffs I’ll take with
me, just to make sure you don’t have too much fun this
evening”.
With that she put the cuff keys into her purse.

“OK, climb in” she ordered as Brad was still
inspecting the cuffs around his wrists.
After helping him in, Kate closed the lid and sat
down. 
“Right, this is it”, she said as she turned the silver
key in the front of the box one turn to the right. She
then stood up, finished getting ready and then left
for the evening.

Brad tried to get comfortable in the box, knowing that
he’d be there for at least the next six hours. He
heard Andrea moving around in the hallway outside and
wondered whether he was going to have to ask her to
release him before the night was up. Five minutes
later, however, he heard the front door close and
Andrea leave the house. Now, even if he wanted to
escape, there was now nobody to turn the key and let
him out.

The hours passed slowly as he fell in and out of
sleep. At about mid-night, the door opened and someone
came in. However, the footsteps went pass Kate’s room
and entered Andrea’s bedroom. He’d now experienced
being lock up by his housemate, he thought, and he was
starting to ache, locked up in the small space. As
Andrea came back down the hallway he called out.

Andrea heard the muffled cries and came in. 
“Why are you in the box?” she asked.
“Kate …”, was about all she could hear in reply.
She laughed, “Why has she locked you in there?”
“It’s a long story the voice replied, can you just
unlock the box .. Please?

“Now maybe this is a good time to discuss housework”,
she said as she sat down on the box. Within five
minutes, Brad had agreed to do most of the jobs around
the house.

“Well that’s sorted then “, she smiled, “Oh, and by
the way, whatever Kate’s reason was for locking you in
here, I’m sure it was a good one … so I’d better keep
you in there”.
“No please” Brad pleaded, “this is agony in here,
please just turn the key”
“Sorry Honey”, she replied, girl power and all that
you know.
With that she stood up and left the room, leaving Brad
still under lock and key.

Brad lay there unable to believe how cruel his
supposed friend had been. He pictured her lying
comfortably in her bed, just meters away from him,
wearing innocent white underwear, while knowing full
well that he was locked uncomfortably in the box. All
she had to do was to turn the key and he would be
free, but she had deliberately left him to suffer
further torment in the box and who knew what when Kate
returned.

Brad lay in the box for another two hours until the
front door opened again; this time it was Kate with
her friend Becky. The two women made coffee in the
kitchen and then came up to Kate’s room. Kate sat on
down on her bed, while Becky sat on the box in which
Brad was imprisoned. Becky was stunning attractive and
Brad had been trying to get a date with her for a long
time. He certainly didn’t want to be found locked up
in her friend’s room, that would just require too much
explanation.

He lay in his prison quietly, just wishing he was on
the outside of the box, talking to this woman. He kept
thinking about how her perfect arse was just inches
from his face. So near yet so far.

Brad could hear Becky aimlessly playing with the key
in the lock to the box. He could hear her turning it;
locking and unlocking the trunk. At last, he thought,
the box is unlocked, but now there’s a third women
sitting on top! Becky sat there talking, totally
oblivious to the guy she was imprisoning beneath her.
She just continued to turn the key, which was just
beside her thighs.  

After half an hour Kate showed Becky to the spare room
and lent her a sleeping bag for the night. As soon as
the two women had left Kate’s room, Brad tried to open
the box, but by chance, Becky had left the key in the
locked position. He pushed and kicked at the box in
frustration, but there was no way it would budge. He
now had to wait for his sadistic housemate to return,
to see if she would show him any mercy.

Kate came back into the room and locked the door
behind her.
“So Becky decided to keep you locked up did she?” she
smiled as she sat back down on the lid.
“Its just not my night”, Brad replied.
“You’ve been in there over six hours now, you must be
in some pain” she giggled.
“Yes, please let me out”, he begged.
Kate just sat there running her fingers up and down
her thighs, very turned on by the power she had over
her housemate.
“Please”, he repeated.

Kate finally felt some pity and unlocked the box,
stood up and lifted the lid. Brad climbed out slowly
fighting against his painful joints and the cuffs he
was still wearing on his hands and feet.
“Did you have a good evening?” he asked ironically.
“Very nice” she smiled, “and you?”

 Brad looked down on the cuffs still restraining him. 
“Can you unlock these?” he asked.
Kate giggled, “not really”.
Brad waited for the explanation.
“I’ve put those keys in the bottom of my sleeping bag”
she explained, “which I’ve lent to Becky” she smiled,
waiting for the reaction.

Brad couldn’t believe it. His opportunity to chat up
Becky while she was at his house was somewhat
scuppered. The only keys to unlock the restraints
binding his hands and feet were in her sleeping bag,
probably resting right now between her thighs, he
thought.      

“What if she knocks on my door tomorrow morning and
finds me like this?” he demanded.
“You could ask if she has the keys”, Kate suggested
jokingly.
Brad just sat on the floor pulling hopelessly at the
steel restraints that Kate had locked so permanently
on him.

“Anyway, I’m going to shower and go to bed”, Kate
smiled.
After a pause she continued, “You really ought to keep
out of Becky’s way in the morning. You know I will
turn the key to lock the box before I go to sleep …
just in case you need a place to hide”. Kate left the
room walking deliberately close to Brad, so that her
thighs almost brushed against his face.

Brad was starting to enjoy the power she had over him.
He climbed back into the box, lowered the lid and
waited. When Kate came back into her room she turned
the key in the lock, removed the key and slipped it
inside her knickers, where it clinked against the
handcuff keys. 

She had all the keys, she had all the power. 



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