The only key

The new women who had moved into the house-share
fascinated Kate. She was tall, in her mid-twenties
with long dark hair. She had a fantastic figure and
was always well dressed, although usually in casual
attire. She was single, but flirted with many guys.
Despite having spent a number of wine-filled evenings
with her and the other two housemates, Kate still
didn’t know much about her – there was a certain
attractive mystery surrounding her.

One evening, Tessa had playfully locked Kate in the
cupboard under the stairs. Kate had watched through
the keyhole as she had tucked the key into jeans
pocket and sat back down on the sofa with the other
women in the house. She didn’t know why, but this had
really excited her and she found herself thinking back
to the incident constantly. 

One day, Kate returned to the house early. She poured
a glass of wine from the bottle in the fridge and
relaxed at the kitchen table. She looked out towards
the garden where clean washing was drying. Tessa’s
blue stonewashed CK jeans, the same ones as she had
worn on that night were on the line. Kate immediately
had an idea.

She ran to the bike shop on the corner and bought a
small maximum-security shackle lock. She hurried back
to the house, rolled up one leg of her trouser suit
and tried it for size. Perfect. It locked tightly
around her ankle with no chance whatsoever of getting
it off with the key. 

She took one key out to the back yard and hit it with
a hammer until it buckled and snapped in two. There
was no way she could use that key to escape the lock
around her ankle. She then took Tessa’s jeans from the
line and rushed inside. After a moment’s thought she
started work. She unpicked a small section of the
waistband to reveal the small cavity inside. She then
tucked the second, and now only, key inside and
carefully re-stitched. 

The plan was complete, the key was now discretely
hidden in the waistband, which given the thickness of
the denim and the fact that Tessa always wore a belt,
meant that it would probably never be discovered. Kate
returned the CKs to the line and ran upstairs to her
room.

She sat on her bed and pulled at the shackle lock. It
was never going to come off without the key and she no
longer had that. She pulled on a pair of longer socks
and dropped the leg of her trouser suit. Nothing could
be seen. She left the house and went into town to meet
some friends. 

By the time she returned, Tessa had returned and
changed into her jeans. Kate walked into the kitchen
as Tessa was cooking her dinner. 
“Hi Babe” Tessa smiled.
“Hi” Kate replied, somewhat nervously, unsure as to
whether Tessa had discovered the key. The two women
cooked together and then sat down to eat. 

Kate was concerned that Tessa might notice the lock
tightly secured around her ankle or the key to that
lock that was concealed in Tessa’s jeans. However,
Tessa seems unaware of either, or the fact that she
now effectively had Kate under lock and key. 

That night, the two women went to their respective
rooms. Kate sat on her bed in her underwear thinking
about what she had done. What would happen if anyone
noticed the lock around her ankle? What if Tessa
discovered the key? She lay down wishing she hadn’t
gone through with her plan. 

How could she retrieve the key? When Tessa went to
work, she locked the door to her room. Invariably when
she came back from work, or at the weekend, she wore
her jeans. Therefore, the key would either be behind a
locked door, or against Tessa’s arse. She hadn’t
thought her plan through.

A week went by and Kate had had no opportunity to
retrieve the key. She had spent a lot of time with
Tessa drinking and socialising, but all she could do
was to watch as Tessa drunk, laughed and danced, all
the time an unwitting key holder for the shackled that
remained locked around her ankle.

A couple of weeks later, Kate was in luck. Tessa had
gone down to the kitchen wearing only her nightie and
left her room unlocked. Kate quickly entered Tessa’s
room and started to search through her drawers for the
infamous pair of jeans. 

She found them and felt for the key – it was still
there. But as she was leaving the room, she heard
Tessa’s footsteps on the stair. She quickly returned
the jeans to the drawer and hid in the wardrobe. She
then watched through the keyhole as Tessa walked in,
sat down at her desk and started to drink her coffee.
Kate stayed totally still, terrified that she would be
discovered. 

Ten minutes later, Tessa took her towel and made her
way to the bathroom. Kate jumped out from hiding,
grabbed the jeans and made for the door. It was
locked! Why was Tessa so bloody security conscious?
Kate screamed. Kate pulled the door again, but the
brunette had definitely turned the key in the lock as
she left. Kate sat on the floor in desperation.

After a moments thought she looked around the room for
something to cut the jeans. The first drawer she
opened contained a pair of handcuffs! Kate couldn’t
believe it; she’d never seen a pair before. Although
she secretly wanted to play with them, this was not
the time. She continued to search, but there was
nothing with which to cut, not even a nail file. She
pulled at the seam that she had sown, but it wouldn’t
move. She looked out of the window, but the other
housemates were eating breakfast in the kitchen
downstairs so climbing out of the first floor window
was also not an option.

The shower stopped and Kate was forced to return to
hiding. She watched as her housemate returned, dropped
her towel to reveal her black underwear. She started
to search through her drawers for something to wear.
As Kate had feared, she chose her jeans and sat down
on the bed as she pulled them up over her long tanned
legs. She stood up and pulled them up over her hips
and secured them with her belt. It was hardly
necessary, Kate thought as the jeans literally hugged
her pert backside. 

Once she was fully dressed, she picked up her keys and
left the room. Kate distinctly heard the jangle of
keys and the click as Tessa relocked her bedroom door,
unknowing imprisoning Kate inside.

Kate had to wait an hour until all the housemates had
left. She was now locked in Tessa’s room, with no way
out except through the window. She had already
searched the room for a spare key, but it had seemed
that the key now in Tessa’s pocket was the only key
for the door. Kate felt a sense of deja vu. Maybe she
could wait in the room, hidden in the wardrobe, until
another chance to escape through the door came. But
who knew when that would be. Also, there was a key in
the lock on the wardrobe door. There was no telling
whether this security conscious brunette would decide
to lock the wardrobe as well to keep her clothes
secure. If that happened, Kate would certainly have to
give up the game.

After a terrifying half an hour, Kate finally managed
to scale the drainpipe and land in the back garden of
the house. Only then did the next problem hit her –
she didn’t have her key. After climbing another fence
she was out into the street. She sat there on the
front wall, barefoot, wearing only jeans and a t-shirt
with no money or keys. It would be a long wait until
anyone returned.

As fate would have it, Tessa was the first to return.
After laughing about Kate’s predicament, she finally
unlocked the house. Kate ran upstairs to her room, sat
down on the bed and started to think. She couldn’t
spend the whole summer like this. She’d not been able
to wear skirts or sandals for weeks now, and her
friends were starting to wonder why she wasn’t going
to the beach with them anymore. She decided she would
have to explain all to Tessa.

“Hi Tess”, Kate whispered as the brunette opened her
bedroom door.
“Hi” Tessa replied as she went to the turn the music
down. “What’s up?”
Kate followed her into the room and closed the door
behind them.
“I have a confession to make” Kate continued, before
explaining the whole story to her housemate.

Tessa reached around the back of her jeans and felt
the key. “And this is the only key to that thing
around your ankle?”. Kate, who was still barefoot,
nodded and pulled up her jeans to reveal the shackle
lock. Tessa looked down and smiled, 
“Oh you poor thing, so that’s why you’ve been avoiding
the beach”, Tessa purred, obviously amused by the
embarrassment on the face of her high-flying
housemate.

“I’m really sorry”, Kate replied as she waited for
Tessa to hand over the key.
“So what will you give me for this key?” Tessa smiled
teasingly.
“What!” Kate exclaimed.
“Well you’re the lawyer, but I thought possession was
nine tenths of the law, and the key is certainly very
much in my possession” Tessa smiled as she slapped her
own backside with her palm.

Kate had never expected that she’d have to buy her way
to freedom. 
“I’ll tell you what” Tessa smiled, “you do whatever I
say this afternoon and evening, and tomorrow morning
I’ll give you the key”.
Kate was still shocked but had no choice. 

Tessa went to her drawer and pulled out her handcuffs.
“Strip!” she ordered, “down to your undies”. Kate
slowly and reluctantly complied.
“These were given to me by a friend. They’re max
security and all that and all uniquely keyed” Tessa
smiled as she took obvious delight in explaining to
her housemate how totally escape-proof the handcuffs
were. Poor Kate had never even seen a pair before and
wouldn’t have been able to escape from a shoelace tied
around her wrists let alone these.

“Perfect” Tessa smiled. “Now for the chains”.
 She reached into another drawer and pulled out a
length of heavy silver chain. She reached around Kate
and tightly locked the chain around the young woman’s
waist with a padlock at the back. She then brought the
chain up between Kate’s legs and started to attach it
to the chain at the front.

“How tight would you like it?” she smiled as she
immediately padlocked it tightly in place. “And now
for the fun part” she smiled as she threaded a padlock
through the short chain connecting the handcuffs and
reached through Kate’s legs and padlocked it to her
crotch chain, so that her hands were locked tightly
into her crotch. Tessa stood back to admire her work.

Kate was now stood there semi-naked, crouched over
with her hands between her legs. It looked to all the
world as though she was masturbating. And she did feel
very turned on, the chain, the position of her hands
and the fact that this beautiful woman had just
chained her up gave her an incredible orgasm which she
could barely contain. She was also very embarrassed,
what would this woman make her do next?

Tessa smiled, that trick had never failed to have the
desired effect. However she wanted to take it further.
She took another chain in one hand, Kate in the other
and led her flatmate down to the communal lounge. She
then locked one end of the chain to the radiator and
the other end to the shackle lock around Kate’s ankle.


“What are you going to do with me?” Kate whimpered,
still trembling from her earlier excitement. 
“Well, you look so cute all trussed up like that I
though the others should take a look”.
“No!” Kate shrieked, “You can’t!”
Tessa waved a bunch of keys in front of her, “I think
I can.”
“I’ll give you anything, anything!” Kate cried, “Just
give me those keys”.
“Sorry honey, I’m keeping you chained up, you’d better
just start to enjoy those restraints” Tessa smiled. 

Kim was the first one home. Tessa met her in the
hallway and explained what had been going on. Any hope
of Kim taking pity on her went as Kate heard their
laughter echo down the hall. Kim entered the room
still smiling. She was a slim woman, also in her
twenties, with shoulder length blonde hair and was
wearing a smart business suit with a short skirt. 

“Having fun?” Kim joked as she came in and sat down on
the sofa near to where Kate was chained. Kate just sat
on the floor and stared at the ground. 
“Here, I’ve got to meet some friends now” Tessa smiled
as she tossed the bunch of keys to Kim. Kim stood and
started to look for a pocket for the keys. When she
found she had none, she hitched up her skirt and
tucked them into her knickers, before smoothing her
skirt back down.
“I think we’re going to have some fun this evening she
smiled as she walked out to the kitchen to pour
herself a drink.   

(To be continued)



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