Part 1

Kate was a slim attractive woman in her mid-twenties.
She was a corporate lawyer and worked for a
well-respected company. She had had a number of
short-term affairs but was currently single.

She had arrived late at the flat. She had walked
around for a good half an hour before she’d found the
right place, a ground floor and basement flat situated
behind a row of shop. She rang the doorbell. Natalie,
the woman whose advert she’d seen in the local paper
opened the door. “Sorry I’m late,” Kate started, “this
is not the easiest place to find”. Kate stood there in
her smart, well-fitting trouser suit and looked at the
other woman. Natalie, who was wearing jeans and top,
checked her watch. 

Natalie was not a typical prostitute. She was about 21
years old, slim and good-looking. She spoke with a
soft European accent. Her well-fitting blue jeans were
done up with a thick leather belt, the colour of which
matched her long dark hair.
“You’re a bit late” she replied, “and anyway I don’t
usually take female clients”.
“But can I just tell you what I am after?” Kate
continued as Natalie opened the door wider and
beckoned her in.

They sat down in the small sitting down. “You said in
the advert that you offer bondage and that you have a
steel cage for locking people up” Kate babbled
nervously, “and I just want to know what it feels like
to be imprisoned like that, you know, totally
helpless”.
“Yes, I do offer that” Natalie replied, “but its now
6pm and I’m going out shortly”.
Kate, having come this far was not going to give up,
“OK, what about locking me up for the evening, I’m
willing to pay whatever”
“I don’t usually do lesbians,” Natalie continued.
“I’m straight”, Kate quickly replied, “I just don’t
have a guy right now and anyway I’ve never tried this
before and I think I would trust a woman more than a
guy”. 

Natalie looked across at the attractive woman who was
offering her money simply to be locked up. “OK,
standard fee and I’ll keep you locked up until I get
home later this evening”.
“What about until tomorrow morning” Kate continued.
Natalie smiled at her “OK, I’ll leave you to rot until
the morning”. Kate smiled as she followed Natalie out
of the room and down a narrow flight of steps to the
basement.

The basement was small, with no windows and little
furniture, apart from a heavy looking steel cage in
the middle of the room. The cage was no more than
4-foot square by 3-foot high, constructed out of steel
and could only be entered through a small panel on the
top. The cage was securely bolted to the concrete
floor.
“Take your clothes off and place them over there” she
ordered.
“Can’t I leave them on” Kate replied, “I just want to
experience being imprisoned”
“You do it my way or not at all” Natalie snapped back.

Kate felt uncomfortable about undressing in front of
this woman, but slowly removed her suit and blouse and
folded them in a neat pile in the corner of the room.
She stood in the middle of the room wearing only her
black silk knickers and bra.

Natalie opened the cage and beckoned Kate forward. The
lawyer slowly climbed in one leg at a time, sat down
on the small mat that lay on top of the bottom bars
and tried to make herself comfortable. 

With barely a word, Natalie lowered the cage door. She
slipped the padlock through the hasp and clicked it
closed. She then pocketed the key and stood up to
leave.
“Right, enjoy your night behind bars” she said as she
left the room and closed and locked the basement door
behind her.

In the dim light that shone through a crack above the
door, Kate started to explore the cage. In was made of
solid steel, with thick bars placed at narrow centres.
She felt very vulnerable; here she was, a successful
businesswoman locked inside a cage in the basement of
a prostitutes flat wearing only her underwear. She sat
there with her knees together pulling at her small
knickers, trying to make them cover more of her arse.
However, it was also perfect; there was no way she
could ever hope to escape from her prison. The feeling
of helplessness excited her.

While Kate was enjoying her imprisonment, Natalie was
sitting in a local bar with her girlfriends. Her keys,
including the one to the cage were in her jacket
pocket, which she had left in the boot of her friend’s
car. At the end of the evening, Natalie returned home
much the worst for wear with drink and without her
jacket or her keys. 

She had stumbled to her front door before she realised
she didn’t have her keys. She sat on the doorstep
giggling for a few minutes before having to wake her
neighbour, for her spare set of keys. Her neighbour,
of course, only had spares for the front door. Natalie
stumbled in to her house and sat down on a kitchen
stool drinking coffee in an attempt to sober up. She
soon went upstairs to bed.

The next morning, still wearing only her knickers from
the night before and an old t-shirt, Natalie came
downstairs, still suffering from the effects of the
previous night’s drinking. It was only as she was
drinking more coffee, that she remembered the woman
she had locked in her basement the night before. With
coffee cup still in hand, she climbed down the stairs
to the basement, unlocked the basement door, the key
to which she had fortunately left in the lock, flicked
the light switch and looked towards the cage.

Kate was still lying behind the locked steel bars,
curled up with her knees by her face. Natalie was
clearly still drunk as she walked towards the cage.
She smiled at her captive as she perched her pert arse
on top of the cage and looked down between her thighs
at her captive. She started to hiccup.

Kate looked up at the figure sitting inches from her
face, “it really is an amazing feeling to be locked in
here,” she said. After a pause Kate continued “but
anyway what time is it, I have to work today”. Natalie
smiled, almost spilling her coffee on Kate as she did
so, “you’ve plenty of time, and anyway I’m not letting
you go until you’ve paid the bill”, she giggled.
“OK, my purse is over there by my clothes” she
replied.
Natalie suddenly gasped and then started to laugh,
“you may be a little late for work, I think I left my
keys, with Anna last night”
“What!!” was all Kate could reply, “you must have a
spare?”

“No that is the only one” she replied, as she looked
down at the figure beneath her. Natalie pulled gently
on the padlock as if to check it was locked, although
she knew that she had done a professional job of
incarcerating her the night before. Natalie jumped up,
picked up her mobile phone and sat back on top of the
cage, the bars forming indentations in her
knicker-clad arse. She dialled.

“No reply, I think Anna must be out of town today”
Natalie concluded, “and my keys are in my jacket,
which is in the boot of her car”. She paused, “sorry
honey, you’re stuck in there until late tonight at the
earliest”. Kate pulled at the bars that surrounded
her, but they did not even rattle, it was terrifyingly
secure. As Kate started to realise the permanency of
the situation, her attention started to be drawn
towards the slim, tanned figure, sitting above her.

“No way of breaking the lock I suppose” she enquired
in a tone that suggested she already knew the answer.
Natalie smiled, “it would take really heavy cutting
gear and a long time to get through that, and anyway
there’s no way I’m inviting the authorities back here.
Sorry, you’re locked up a good while yet”.

After Natalie had brought Kate a really bad cup of
coffee, she was not the domestic type, she asked if
there was anything else she wanted.
“Well, given that I am effectively your prisoner for
another day, you may as well treat me to the whole
works” Kate replied.
“You want me to lock you up even more?” she exclaimed
somewhat surprised. 
“Why not, you’ve been pretty good at incarceration so
far,” Kate observed.

Natalie jumped off the cage and went over to a box in
the corner of the room, from which she picked a number
of steel restraints. She placed then in a pile in
front of the cage and smiled at Kate, “Are you sure
you want me to do this, I already feel bad about
losing my keys and keeping you locked up for another
day”. Kate didn’t reply.

Natalie walked around to the side of the cage and
reached in and took hold of one of her wrists. She
slowly closed one side of a rigid cuff around hers
wrist. She then double-locked the cuff. She then took
the cuffs, passed them around one of the bars of the
cage, and locked it around her other wrist. “These are
maximum security cuffs, with tumbler locks … I had
better not lose the keys this time” Natalie joked. 

With that she tucked the key into her knickers, “it
should be safe there” she smiled. She then repeated
the exercise by cuffing Kate’s feet, again around one
of the cage bars. Kate started to wriggle around to
see if she could get out of the cuffs, her pert arse
sliding on the mat as she did so. However she soon
found that Natalie had locked then so tightly there
was no movement at all.

“No bondage is complete without a gag”, Natalie smiled
as she reached into the cage to lock the red ball gag
in her captive’s mouth. Kate heard the click as the
padlock snapped shut. Natalie held up the key,
“without this key, you’ll not be saying another word”
she smiled as she again tucked it into her knickers.
She stood over the cage, looked down and smiled.
“Now you truly are under lock and key”, she said as
she surveyed the semi-naked woman before her. Natalie,
still wearing only knickers and a t-shirt, then
climbed the stairs to take a shower.

An hour later Natalie returned wearing tight denim
shorts and a t-shirt. She sat down on top of the cage
and crossed her tanned legs. “Well I can’t really do
any business today with you here. Do you want to do
anything?” Natalie asked, “maybe play cards?” When no
answer was forthcoming, she remembered that she had
Kate securely gagged. She stood up, retrieved a key
from her shorts pocket and proceeded to unlock the
gag.

Ten minutes later, Natalie had located a pack of
playing cards. She sat down cross-legged on the floor
in front of the cage. She started to shuffle and deal.

“I’m not going to be able to play much of a game with
my hands cuffed behind me” Kate noted.
Natalie smiled, “sorry I’d better unlock those”. She
stood up, reached into the pocket of her tight shorts
and pulled out another key. After she had unlocked one
wrist, she insisted that she re-cuff Kate’s hands in
front of her. Kate had no choice but to comply.

The two women started to play cards, Kate struggling
with the rigid cuffs and the bars. After an hour, with
Natalie having won most of the hands, they stopped
playing and started talking to pass the time. Natalie
was sitting on top of the cage, her shorts resting on
the bars just above Kate head.

They continued to talk until late afternoon when
Natalie decided to go around to her friends. “I want
you properly chained and gagged before I leave” she
smiled as she re-cuffed Kate’s hands behind hers back
and around one of the bars of the cage. She also
relocked the gag in place. This time she also took a
‘D’-lock, the type usually used for securing bicycles.
However Natalie used it to secure Kate’s neck to one
of the bars of the cage. She pocketed all of the keys
and smiled.

“I don’t think I’ve ever put anyone in quite such
secure bondage before” Natalie smiled, “you can’t move
your hands or feet or even your head; you can’t speak;
and you’ll certainly never escape – not in a hundred
years”. I could leave you to rot here and no one would
ever know. She blew a kiss to her prisoner and left
the room.

Natalie returned ten minutes later dressed for the
evening. She was wearing tight, white cotton trousers
and top. “All the keys are in here” Natalie smiled as
she tapped her arse. Kate could make out the line of
Natalie’s knickers beneath her trousers; the line
arching around here pert backside and disappearing as
it curved between her legs. She could also just make
out, underneath her knickers, a small bump showing
where Natalie had hidden the keys to the restraints.
Natalie turned and left the room, locking the door as
she left.

She didn’t return until much later that evening. Kate
had been unable to do anything but wait silently for
her captor’s return. By the time Natalie arrived, hers
arms and legs were stiff and painful from the
restraints. Natalie came in, sat down on top of the
cage and looked down at the heavily shackled woman
beneath her. 

“Good news, I’ve just been to see Anna and have
managed to get my jacket back. The bad news it I quite
like having you incarcerated here, and I’m tempted to
keep you chained up for abit longer”.
Kate tried to show Natalie that she was in pain from
the bonds.
Natalie smiled, “I know just how painful it can be
wearing those restraints for a long period, but that
doesn’t mean that I’m going to release you”.

However, after a few minutes she took pity on the poor
woman. She undid her trousers and slid them down over
her hips. Kate now found herself staring at the
prostitute’s arse and long tanned legs. Leaving the
keys still attached to her knickers by the key ring,
Natalie crouched down beside Kate and pulled the keys
until they just reached the keyhole of the handcuffs
and proceeded to unlock the restraints. She repeated
this for the remaining bonds, although she kept the
cage firmly padlocked. 

She then detached the last key from her knickers and
held up the padlock key. “You know that you’ve now
been locked in that cage for over 24 hours” Natalie
stated.
Kate was well aware of her situation. Natalie sat down
on top of the cage door and inserted the key into
padlock. She turned the key and removed the lock.

“At last”, Kate exclaimed.
“Not yet” Natalie replied, “you’ll not be going
anywhere with me sitting on the exit”.
Kate looked up at the knicker-covered arse and long
tanned legs above her.
“Do you really want to be released right now?” 
Natalie asked. There was no reply. She knew exactly
what that meant, as she slowly relocked the padlock,
imprisoning Kate once more.

“Maybe just one more thing” Natalie smiled as she took
the key and inserted half of it into a gap in the
concrete floor. She then stood on the half that was
protruding until after some effort, the key became
very twisted and misshapen and finally snapped in two.
Kate could only watch in disbelief at what this
beautiful woman had just done. Natalie stood there in
front of her in her underwear, hands on hips, smiling
at the woman she could not now realise from her steel
cage. 


Part 2

Natalie stood looking at the cage and the beautiful
women inside it. She had just destroyed the only key
to unlock the cage and now couldn’t release this woman
even if she wanted to.

Kate couldn’t believe what her captor had done. As far
as she knew, there was now no way she could ever
escape from her cell. However, the feeling also
excited her. She watched the woman standing in front
of her wearing tight cotton trousers and realised she
was enjoying the feeling.

Natalie walked over to cage and walked around it so
that her thighs rubbed along the bars. Kate kept
turning so that she could see her as she moved.
Natalie then sat down on top of the cage, the bars
forming indentations in her pert arse. Kate couldn’t
avert her eyes.
“Do you fancy a drink?”, Natalie asked.

Natalie returned five minutes later with a bottle of
vodka. It was a warm evening. She put the bottle on
the ground and started to remove her trousers and top.
She then picked up the bottle and went over and sat
down on top of the cage. She took a swig from the
bottle and, taken aback by the strength, spilled some
of the drink. It fell down on to her thighs and
dripped down on to the women below. They both sat
there in silence, listening to the distant traffic and
the far off thunder.
“I can’t believe I’ve done this to you” Natalie
whispered, still sipping from the bottle. She passed
the bottle down, between her legs to the women below.

The two women spent the evening talking. Natalie was
sitting on the floor, just feet away from Kate, but
with a very thick and very permanent barrier between
them.

Later that evening, when both were much the worse for
drink, Natalie left the basement to crash out
upstairs. Kate, still wearing only her black silk
underwear, wriggled around trying to get comfortable
on the small mat inside the cage

The next morning, Kate opened her eyes to see Natalie
smiling down at her. She was wearing very short denim
shorts, which barely covered her knickers and a white
t-shirt. 
“So how does it feel to be entering your third day
behind bars? Your third day totally at my mercy?” she
smiled as she looked down at Kate’s big brown eyes.
Natalie was wearing her blue jeans and white t-shirt,
with her long dark hair still wet from the shower.
Kate was feeling intoxicated by the power this women
had over her and was losing track of how long she’d
been inside the cage, or what else it was that she
should have been doing in the outside world.

Natalie tugged at the padlock. “You realise that I
really don’t have a key for this thing?” she checked. 
Kate looked up at the bars enjoying the felling of
helplessness, but at the same time wondering how long
this women was going to leave her locked up. Natalie
could read her expression. 

“As much as I like having you locked up” she said,
“I’m going to have to release you at some point.” She
studied the padlock for a few moments. “Maybe a
hacksaw will be the only chance of getting you out,
I’ll see what the hardware store has to offer, but
before I leave …”.

Natalie picked up some of the restraints and walked
towards her captive, while Kate watched every move she
made. She reached into the cage and slowly locked a
pair of rigid handcuffs around Kate’s wrists and
around one of the bars at the back of the cage. Kate
didn’t even struggle in her bonds; she knew from
experience that there was no way she would escape. She
then dropped the handcuff key between Kate’s thighs.
“Thought I’d give you some chance of escape”, she
smiled as Kate started to wriggle in an attempt to
reach the key”.

Natalie then took a gag and buckled it tightly in
Kate’s mouth.
“Maybe I should just add a padlock”, she smiled, as
she clicked it shut behind her head. “And this key you
don’t get” she purred as she slowly and deliberately
tucked it into the front pocket of her shorts. “Not a
word from you”, she smiled as she tapped the front of
her thigh.

Two hours later, Natalie returned with a bag from the
local hardware store, which she dropped on the floor
in front of the cage. She saw that Kate’s wrists were
still firmly handcuffed together, but that they were
also slightly bruised from where she had been
struggling. “This is the only way out, Honey” she
smiled as she picked up a small metal hacksaw and
started to saw the padlock. After a few minutes she
paused, already exhausted from the task. She saw the
sad look in her captive’s eyes and took pity and
unlocked the gag.

“Can I try?” Kate offered.
“Sure, be my guest” Natalie replied as she sat back on
the floor rubbing her hands after the exertion.
“You’ll have to uncuff me first” Kate continued.
Natalie reached into the cage to retrieve the key,
which by now Kate was sitting on, and unlocked her
prisoner’s wrists.

Kate picked up the hacksaw, knelt next to the padlock
and started to saw. After ten minutes, she paused for
breath as sweat started to roll down her back and on
to her knickers.
“This will take forever” she complained. “We’ve hardly
started to cut through”.
Natalie smiled, picked up the saw and took her turn.

By ten o’clock that night, the women were only half
way through the thick steel padlock.
“This is hopeless” Kate cried as she hit against the
bars with her hand. “How could you do this to me?”.
“Relax Sweetie” Natalie replied, “Isn’t this what you
wanted after all?”.
Kate looked at the beautiful women sitting on the
floor in front of her and knew she was right, she was
loving every moment.
“I’ll leave you to it, then” Natalie smiled as she
watched Kate fighting with the small hacksaw once
more. She then blew her a kiss and left the cellar.

That night, Kate continued cutting the lock until just
before 3am, she finished and the padlock fell to the
floor. She undid the hasp, opened the cage door and
slowly climbed out. It felt strange to finally have
escaped from her prison. She wasn’t sure what day it
was, although she knew people would be wondering where
she was.

She slowly walked towards the door of the basement,
unsteady on her feet after so long behind bars. She
opened the door and climbed the stairs to the ground
floor. All was quiet. She tried the front door to the
apartment, it opened, she could leave now if she
wanted. She closed the door and went into kitchen and
sat down on one of the chairs.

She realised she was still wearing the same knickers
and bra that she had been wearing when she arrived.
She stood up and went into the bathroom to shower.
After showering, Kate crept into Natalie’s room and
saw her sleeping uncovered on the bed. Kate looked
through her drawers for some underwear. She took two
pairs of knickers and left to return to the basement.

She walked back towards the cage and sat down on top
of the door. She imagined what it would be like to
have someone trapped in there beneath her. She then
climbed inside the cage once more and closed the door
above her. She imaged that she was still sitting on
the exit above, her pert arse shutting her inside.

Still inside the cage, she took the second pair of
knickers that she had taken from Natalie and threaded
them through the hasp so that they effected acted like
a padlock. She then knotted them to symbolically lock
herself inside. Once the feeling of helplessness
returned, she lay down and fell asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, Natalie was standing
in front of her wearing a pair of tight, denim shorts
and top. As Kate awoke, she went over and sat down on
top of the exit. 
“You had your chance to escape” she said, “but you’re
still here?”
“Maybe you should make sure that I don’t get the
chance again”, Kate replied.

With that, Natalie took out her mobile phone and
called a friend.
“Anna”, she said, “can you come round to my place this
evening. Use your key to come in”. She then threw the
phone across to the far side of the basement. She then
untied the knickers that were holding the cage closed
and stood up to open the cage. Kate watched motionless
as Natalie slowly climbed into the cage and closed and
padlocked the door above her. She then lay down so
that their heads were at opposite ends of the cage.

“Just put your head here, Honey”, Natalie said as she
placed Kate’s head between her thighs. Kate complied
as if in a trance. Natalie then reached through the
bars to pick up a ‘D’ shaped bicycle lock. By
squeezing Kate’s neck tightly between her thighs, she
managed to get the lock to go around both her thighs
and Kate’s neck. Once Natalie had turned the key, they
were both locked very tightly and very permanently
together.

Natalie then took two pairs of handcuffs and locked
each of Kate’s wrists in turn to her own ankles. Kate
didn’t resist, she now felt totally helpless with her
head locked so firmly between Natalie’s thighs.

“Now for the tricky part”, Natalie said, as she placed
her own head between Kate’s smooth, tanned thighs. She
took a second ‘D’ lock and proceeded to repeat the
exercise, this time locking her own head between
Kate’s thighs. She then finished off by locking her
wrists to Kate’s ankles.

They were now both locked inside the cage, chained
very securely in the ‘69’ position.
“This is it”, Natalie smiled, “Shall I throw the keys
outside of the cage?”.
Kate was now trembling with excitement, “Are you sure
Anna will come round later?”
“Well if she doesn’t we’ll probably end our days here
with our heads between each other’s thighs”, Natalie
smiled, as she threw the bunch of keys far away to the
other end of her basement.

The two wriggled around for a few minutes, but their
bonds, each other’s thighs, stayed tight. Kate looked
through Natalie’s legs and the bars of the cage to the
outside world, it would be a while before she made it
there.




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