Part 1

After working late one night, Brad and Emma, two
colleagues, went to the nearby bar for a drink. Both
were in their late twenties and had known each other
for a couple of years. Emma was attractive, tall and
had something of a reputation as a party girl. 

The bar had a ‘dungeon’ theme as a result of its
proximity to the old city gaol. A steel cage was stood
on a ledge next to their table.
“Do you ever wish you could imprison someone?” Emma
asked innocently.
“No, not really” Brad replied, somewhat taken aback by
the question, “do you?”
“Sometimes” she paused “it can feel nice to have
complete power over someone”.

To keep the conversation going Brad asked, “so how
would you imprison this person?”
“Sometimes I daydream that I’m Super Girl or something
and can hold someone captive between my legs” Emma
replied thoughtfully.
This was not a usual after-work conversation, but Brad
continued. 

“It sounds a sexual thing then, dominating men and all
that”.
“Who said it had to be a man” Emma replied. It was
Brad’s turn to feel embarrassed.
“It could be a man though” Emma smiled “if you’re
offering”.
Brad was taken aback and unsure whether or not she was
being serious. It was a strange offer, that was for
sure, but Emma did have a great body and this
suggestion could be interesting.

“Are you offering” Brad replied, trying hard to laugh
it off.
“It might be fun” she replied, “I’m game if you are”.
The two of them left the bar, Brad very unsure what he
had let himself in for. 

Emma’s flat was on the top floor of a new development
overlooking the river. The rooms were large and plush.
Emma led the way to the bedroom. She stood in the
centre of the room as she took off each shoe,
balancing unsteadily on the other leg as she did so.
She then undid her skirt and wriggled it down over her
hips. Brad stood there watching as his fit, attractive
colleague undressed before him. It all seemed unreal;
exciting and yet at the same time daunting as he
thought about what she had suggested they do. She
unbuttoned her blouse and threw it down over the back
of a nearby chair. She stood there, her tanned body
covered in nothing but her black silk knickers and
bra. 

“Are you sure you want to go through with this” he
asked,
“Yes, it’ll be fun” she replied as she searched
through her chest of drawers. After some clattering,
she found what she had been after and she dropped a
tangle of silver chains and padlocks down on the bed.

She took one end of a chain and pulled it from the
pile. It seemed to be never-ending. She slipped one of
the padlocks through one end and wrapped the chain
tightly around her slim waist before locking the chain
back on to itself in front of her. She then took the
spare end of the chain and passed it down between her
legs and back up across her silk covered backside. She
pulled the chain tight and relocked it on to the chain
behind her back. The chain ensemble was now securely
locked around her arse; the keys were nowhere to be
seen.

“OK, you’d better take off your clothes” she smiled as
she surveyed her soon-to-be captive. 
He slowly unlaced his shoes and placed them neatly by
the side of the chair, followed by his suit and shirt.
Once she was satisfied, she walked over to him with
another length of chain, which she wrapped quite
tightly around his neck and secured with another
silver padlock. Using the free end of the chain she
pulled him towards the bed.

She lay down on the bed, on her side, with her top leg
lifted. He couldn’t take his eyes off his colleague’s
beautiful toned body. She pulled the chain towards
her, until his head was between her thighs. The smell
of her perfume was overpowering. She took the last
padlock and threaded it first through the chain in her
crotch and then through the chain locked around his
neck. With one click, his fate was sealed.

He lay there, between her thighs, with his face
resting up against her black silk knickers. He tried
pulling away, but there was little play in the chains
that locked him in place.
“Well, I wanted to hold someone totally captive” she
purred, “and that is certainly what I’ve got” and with
that she lowered her thigh, gripping him firmly around
his neck.

She was a toned athletic women and slim to the eye,
but once Emma had closed her legs, Brad felt totally
trapped within an inescapable grip, the weight of her
thighs weighing heavily on him, preventing any
movement. His face pushed into her arse, the soft feel
of her knickers engulfing his features. 

He tried to pull his face away in order to breathe
more easily, but to no avail. The only effect was for
Emma to tense her thighs and restrict his breathing
further. She pulled the duvet over the two of them and
settled down to sleep. Brad, now in total darkness
relaxed, knowing that there was no way he could escape
the cell that night.

He lay there enjoying the experience of being held
captive by this beautiful woman, her thighs wrapped
around him and her fantastic arse held against his
face. He drifted off to sleep.

Brad woke the next morning as his captor stretched her
body, before drifting back to sleep. He tried to call
out to see if she was awake, but his voice, muffled by
her arse and the duvet was not heard.

How could he have got himself into this position, and
how was he going to get out of it without
embarrassment. He felt for the chains that held him in
place to see if there was any way in which he might
get free. There wasn’t, and anyway her thighs still
held their vice like grip on his neck.

A little while later Emma woke and squeezed her thighs
as if to remember what had happened the night before. 
“You still locked up?” she smiled, as she felt her
colleague’s body exactly where she had padlocked it
the night before. 
“Yes, where did you expect me to go?” came the muffled
reply.

Emma pulled off the covers to reveal her muscular
friend lying on the bed, with his head hidden beneath
her legs. She looked over and saw his face pressed up
against her arse.
“You’re lucky I don’t fart” she smiled “you wouldn’t
stand a chance”.
“What time is it?” Brad asked, craning his head back
in order to be heard.
“Not quite time for your release” Emma replied.
He relaxed and lay back against her arse, strangely
turned-on by the power she had over him.

The phone rang and she moved over to answer it, Brad’s
head following behind. It was Anna, and she chatted
for over half an hour. After she’d hung up, she
returned her attention to Brad, who had no choice but
to obediently wait for her. 
“Oh, I guess I’ll have to let you out” she said, “now
where are the keys?”.
She searched around on her bedside table as Brad
waited anxiously.

“Oh, they’re still in my jeans pocket” she concluded
as she started to inch across the bed.
“We’re going to have to go together, Baby” she smiled
as Brad desperately tried to follow to prevent himself
being suffocated or straggled. The two moved together
like well-trained dancer until Emma reached her jeans
and fished out the bunch of keys. The two lay on the
floor as Emma searched for the key to release his
neck. Once the lock clicked open, she opened her
thighs to finally release the prisoner.

Brad climbed to his feet, one chain still locked
around his neck, the loose end hanging down. He lay
down on the bed and started to smile. Emma sat next to
him and smiled with him. She then reached over to her
bedside table.
“Let’s play a little game” she smiled.

She pulled out a pair of handcuffs as she looked
across at her nervous colleague. 
“Just try this” she encouraged, as she reached for his
first wrist.
Compared to how he’d spent the night, he thought, this
couldn’t be any worst. He complied with Emma’s orders.
Before he’d thought further his hands were securely
cuffed behind his back. She then took the spare end of
the chain that was locked around his neck and
padlocked it to the handcuffs.
“Just a little trick” she purred, “that makes it
impossible to bring your hands to the front”. He
believed her.

“What’s the game?” he asked innocently.
“You’ll see” she smiled as she reached into her
underwear drawer and withdrew a pair of white silk
knickers that she proceeded to place over his head.
His protests went unheard. She then took a pair of her
blue jeans, and placed them over his head, on top of
the knickers. She then buttoned and belted her jeans
until they were tight around his neck and then took
the jean legs and tied them around his head. The
protests were now muffled.

“Sorry, the jeans aren’t very clean I’m afraid, not
that you can do much about it” she giggled.
“Now the game’s simple” she continued, “I’ll leave the
keys for the cuffs somewhere on the floor in this
apartment, all you have to do is find them and free
yourself … and get your head out of my dirty jeans”
she smiled. “Only problem is that you are
blindfolded”.
He had already seen the problem.

He started to move around.
“No point starting yet” she said “the keys are
currently tucked in my knickers, I’ll only place the
keys when I leave for work”
“But I’ll need to leave at the same time” came Brad’s
muffled reply.
“You may be a little late” she giggled, “don’t worry
I’ll let them know you’re on your way.
Brad sat back down on the bed; he knew he had no
choice.

“See you in the office, Honey” she smiled as she left
the house.
Brad immediately started moving around the flat,
feeling for the keys. Not knowing the layout, he kept
knocking against walls and tripping over furniture.
After about an hour, he lay down on the floor to rest.
His hands and wrists were aching and his head was
increasingly hot and uncomfortable inside her
knickers. The silk that had been soft against his face
was now clinging to his skin, making it hard to
breathe.

It took Brad another two hours to find the tiny key
that Emma had hidden underneath a table in her lounge.
After a few attempts he managed to unlock the cuffs
and unbuckle the jeans that had served so effectively
as a blindfold. He continued to look around but was
could not find the key to the padlock that locked the
chain around his neck. He rang Emma’s mobile.

Emma smiled as she heard who was on the line. “Oh yes,
I’ve got that key with me” she replied.
“Well how can I come to work with this chain locked
around my neck?” he demanded.
“Don’t worry, it won’t show under your shirt and
anyway, at least you’ll be ready for tonight”.

Part 2

Early that afternoon, Brad finally arrived at the
office. He had spent the last hour with a small
hacksaw trying unsuccessfully to cut the chain that
Emma had locked around his neck. As he had discovered,
the chain was made out of a very hardened steel, and
given its thickness and the difficultly of removing a
chain from around your own neck, he had given up and
decided to try his luck with Emma instead.

On arriving at the office, Brad was called into a
meeting with a number of people including his boss and
Emma. Emma was wearing a dark business suit and was
watching him as he entered. He walked into the meeting
room desperately hoping that no one would notice the
chain hidden beneath his shirt.

Apart from having to explain why he hadn’t arrived at
work until after two o’clock, the meeting had passed
without incident. On the way out, he caught up with
Emma.

“Can I have it?” Brad asked, she smiled at him and
continued.
“Look I’ve got to give a presentation later this
afternoon and I can’t risk someone noticing. Just give
me the key and we’re even”, he continued.
“It’ll be a challenge for you”, Emma smiled before
walking into the Women’s bathroom.

Having managed to survive the afternoon without anyone
noticing, Brad arrived at Emma’s flat at 7pm as
instructed. Emma had already changed and was wearing
tight denim shorts and t-shirt. 
“I’m glad you could make it” she smiled as Brad
entered the flat. Brad immediately started to look
around to see where she might have hidden the key.

“If you want me to release you, then you’d better do
as I say”, she instructed, “and I suggest you start by
taking off your shirt and trousers. Brad did as he was
instructed. Emma walked out on to the balcony and Brad
followed.
“Now lie down on the ground, next to the railings”,
she commanded. Brad complied. She then squatted over
him, as she took the free end of the chain and locked
it with another padlock around the bottom bar of the
railings.

Once she stood up, he realised that he now couldn’t
lift his head more than half an inch off the ground.
She stood over him, one foot either side of his head.
She leant over the railing and shouted down to someone
in the car park below, “Hi Kate, flat 20, the door’s
over there”.
“Thought I’d invite a friend over”, Emma smiled as she
looked down at the guy beneath her feet. 

Brad panicked at the thought of someone else seeing
him in this position and started desperately pulling
at the chain that held him in place.
“Sorry, don’t think that’ll work, Sweety”, Emma smiled
as she sat down on a nearby chair to watch the sorry
sight. “And I believe Kate is in your team at work,
isn’t she?” Emma added. “Let’s see if we can’t make
you her slave by the end of the evening, I know you’d
like that”.

Brad’s struggling had now reached fever pitch, “Please
Emma, I’ll do anything, just please let me go”. Brad
knew that Emma was something of a wild party girl, but
couldn’t believe that she was going to go this far.
The doorbell rang and Emma went to answer it.

“You know Brad, of course,” Emma said as she led Kate
out on to the balcony.
After stopping to double check the situation, Kate
replied, “yes, but what is he doing down there,
chained to the railings?”.
“It’s a long story”, Emma replied, “Can I get you a
drink?”.

Emma returned with two glasses of wine and beckoned
for Kate to come and join her. Kate joined her
nervously, feeling uneasy about standing so close to
where Brad was lying. Kate was wearing a short summery
skirt and from where Brad was lying, he could see
right up her skirt to her white cotton knickers.

There was a pause in the conversation, both Brad and
Kate being too embarrassed to talk. Emma broke the
silence, “I’m just going to collect the food for this
evening, Kate, can you look after the keys to Brad’s
chain”, and with that she handed over a key ring
containing two silver keys and left the flat.

“At last”, Brad exclaimed as he reached up towards
Kate, “Get me out of here”.
“Not so fast”, Kate replied, deliberately stepping on
Brad’s arm with her shoe as she moved away from where
he lay chained.
“Why has she chained you up? What have you done?”,
Kate asked.
“Nothing, she’s crazy”, Brad protested.
“Why did you let her do this to you then?”, Kate
continued. It was a good question and not one that
Brad wanted to explain right there.

Kate sat on the edge of a sun-lounger, a few feet away
from Brad and watched him nurse his arm where she had
stamped on him. 
“Please”, he begged, “Emma’s crazy, please let me go”,

She watched him, and started to enjoy the situation.
“What’s its worth?”, she smiled.
“Anything”, he replied, “please just get me out of
here”.

Kate looked at her colleague’s semi-naked body and
realised this was too good an opportunity for her to
pass up. She left the keys a safe distance away and
walked up to Brad and looked down at him. “You’re
pretty securely chained up”, Kate observed as she
playfully tapped his body with her shoe. Brad had
always found Kate attractive; she was in her early
twenties and had a fantastic figure. However, he now
felt very vulnerable, knowing she had so much power
over him.

Kate continued to tease Brad until she heard Emma
return. Kate returned to the sun-lounger and picked up
the keys that Emma had given her. Emma walked out on
to the balcony to once again see Kate watching over
their prisoner.
“Glad to see you didn’t let him go”, she observed.
“Maybe this will be a fun evening”. Emma walked over
to Brad and sat down on his chest, one thigh either
side of his head.

She sat there preparing an elaborate looking gag,
which was secured by a chain that went around the back
of the head. She started to fit the device to the
hapless guy’s head. She then threw a combination
padlock over to Kate.
“Set this to a number will you?” she asked, Brad
tensed but couldn’t move with his head still pinned
between Emma’s thighs. Kate spun the four wheels for a
few moments before throwing the lock back to Emma.
Emma locked the gag with the padlock before spinning
the wheels once again to hide the code.

Emma then released the grip she had on his head and
lifted herself up a few inches.
“Turn over”, she ordered. He did as he was instructed.
Emma sat back down on his back and started to pull his
hands behind his back. She then took a pair of rigid
handcuff, the type that locked with a cylinder lock
and very matter-of-factly, locked them tightly around
his wrists.

“I’ll do you a swap”, Emma said as she threw the
handcuff keys over to where Kate was sitting. Kate
threw over the padlock keys in return. Emma then
unlocked the padlock attaching Brad to the railings.
Emma stood up, stuffed the padlock keys into the back
pocket of her shorts and watched as Brad struggled to
his feet, a task that he found difficult with his
hands chained behind him.

Emma and Kate went back into the apartment to eat.
They sat on the floor and started to eat the picnic
food that Emma had bought. Brad sat down next to Emma,
looking at her for sympathy. “You have him well
trained”, Kate remarked.
“Well there’s not much he can do, handcuffed and
gagged like that”, Emma smiled.
“Have you ever used a smother box?” Emma continued.
Kate looked blank, as did Brad.

Emma stood up and walked over to a box, which was
about three foot high and two-foot square. In the top
was cut a hole. Emma moved the box until it was
positioned at the end of her sofa. She then lifted the
lid and looked over to Brad and beckoned him over with
a glance. He didn’t move. “Come here now, or you’ll be
going to work in those cuffs tomorrow”, she ordered.
He knew he had no choice.

“Lie down on your back on the sofa, with your head
here”, she directed. Brad did as he was told. She then
lowered the lid, trapping Brad’s head inside. She then
took a small padlock and proceeded to lock the box
closed.

“Do you want to try?”, she asked Kate. Kate walked
over to see Brad’s face staring up at her from the top
of the box.
“What do I do?”, Kate asked innocently.
“Just sit on his face”, Emma replied in a
matter-of-fact way. Kate looked shocked.
“You can’t do that”, Kate replied, as she looked over
to Emma who was now sitting on one of the kitchen
stools watching her.
“Sure you can”, her host continued. “There’s not much
he can do about it”.
Kate felt strangely turned on by the thought of
sitting on top of this guy, but felt embarrassed about
doing so.
“Give it a go, it’ll be fun, for both of you”.
About a few moments thought, Kate asked, “Where do I
sit?”.
“Right on top of his face”, Emma smiled. Kate pulled
up her skirt and turned to sit down.
 
Very slowly she lowered herself down onto Brad’s face.
Initially, she rested most of her weight on her hands,
but as she became used to the feeling she took her
hands away and rested her whole weight on to Brad’s
face. The feeling of Brad’s nose pressing into her
arse was strange but not unpleasant. She felt turned
on as she wriggled around a little and thought about
how it must be for him, crushed beneath her. “Doesn’t
that feel good to have a guy under your arse?” Emma
asked.

Brad had been helpless to stop any of this happening.
He could see what Emma was trying to do. Kate was a
young and innocent woman, but Emma knew that with a
little encouragement, Kate would gladly help torment
him. Brad could do nothing but watch as Kate lowered
her pert knicker cover arse down on to his face. At
first, she had only rested it lightly on him and he
had quite enjoyed the close up view and feel of her
beautiful backside. However, as she had become more
confident, she had started to rest her whole weight on
him and he was now very much engulfed by her knickers
and finding it hard to breathe.

“I’m proud of you” Emma smiled as she walked over to
where Kate was sitting. Kate’s skirt splayed out
around her and her tanned legs hung down the front of
the box. Brad was starting to kick his legs around.
“He’s probably having trouble breathing” Emma
observed. Kate immediately went to move. Emma stopped
her. “You’re the boss, he’ll breathe only when you let
him. Keep him in there for a while”. Kate smiled, and
let her full weight rest back down on the hapless guy.

A few minutes later Kate stood up and watched at Brad
fought to regain his breath. She walked over to the
table took some more wine. 
“Don’t you want to try?” she asked Emma.
“OK, although I’d better take my shorts off, they’re
so tight, they’d probably break his nose” she laughed.
Emma stripped down to her black silk knickers and
walked over to the box. Emma had a terrific figure and
Brad watched as she towered above him. “Take a deep
breath” she smiled as she turned around and sat down
on his face. It took her a couple of seconds of
twisting to ensure she was properly in place.

Kate came over to join Emma and the two sat there
drinking wine and talking. 
“I love this part” Emma smiled as she, without moving,
broke wind. Brad struggled desperately, but his head
remained firmly encased beneath the woman’s arse.
After half an hour, the two women swapped positions
and Kate resumed her position on top of Brad. Every
few minutes, she would lift herself slightly to allow
Brad to breathe and then, within a second or two,
would reapply her weight. They stayed this way for
well over an hour. By this time, the women had had
plenty to drink.

Emma explained how Brad had spent the previous night
chained between her thighs.
“Chained and padlocked to my crotch”, Emma explained.
“Maybe you’ll like to try tonight?” Kate knew that she
had beautiful legs, long and tanned and in her drunken
state, felt excited about the prospect of have Brad
chained between them.

“We’d better finally let him of there then”, Emma
observed. Kate reluctantly complied and stood up to
reveal a red-faced guy struggling for breath beneath
her. Emma took a key from her pocket and unlocked the
padlock securing the box. They opened the box and
helped Brad to his knees. 

“Do you have the number for the combination lock?”
Emma asked. 
Kate smiled and crouched down to look Brad in the
eyes. “I’m the only person who knows the combination
to unlock you from that gag. What’s its worth to let
you speak again?” Brad looked pleadingly into her dark
brown eyes, he knew there was nothing he could do to
avoid a second night incarcerated between a woman’s
thighs. Kate walked over to refill her glass, swaying
her hips as she went. She was enjoying the power she
had over Brad.   

When she returned, she pulled him on to his front and
sat down on his back. She spun the wheels to unlock
the padlock and removed the gag. Brad’s mouth was very
stiff and it took him a while to get his jaw moving
again.
“Please can you unlock these cuffs” was the first
thing he asked, they are killing me. Emma look down
and saw that they had indeed cut deeply into his
wrists.
“Only once your head is secured” she smiled.

Emma and Kate led Brad by his neck chain into Emma’s
spare room. Emma helped Kate lock the chain around her
waist. She then took the free end and passed it down
her backside, between her legs and relocked it to the
waist chain at the front.
“Now all we need to do is to attach you to each other”
Emma smiled. Kate lay on her side on the bed with one
leg raised as Emma pulled Brad over to the bed and
locked his neck chain directly to the chain that
nestled between Kate’s legs. Everything was tight,
everything was secure. Emma then took a key from her
pocket and unlocked Brad’s wrists.

Brad immediately tried to pull away, but there was no
slack in the chains. To make thing worse, Kate lowered
her top leg and gripped his neck tightly, so that his
face became pinned to her knicker-cover backside. Brad
moved his hands up and down her legs initially looking
for an escape, but then to enjoy the feeling of his
new confinement.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to have some fun”, Emma
smiled, clearly pleased with what she’d achieved. She
pocketed the keys and left the room. She sat on the
sofa and watched the end of the late night film. She
felt the keys in the front pocket of her denim shorts.
Neither of them would be going anywhere without those.


Part 3

Kate woke the next morning and stretched out. As she
tensed her legs she felt Brad’s head exactly where she
had left it the night before. She threw back the duvet
and saw his head still securely chained between her
thighs. “Good morning” she said.

Brad had slept reasonable well, considering the
circumstances, he was starting to become used to this
predicament. He had enjoyed the chance to be so close
to this beautiful woman, although now he was feeling
somewhat hot and he ached from lying in the same
position all night. “Morning” he replied as best he
could, his voice muffled by her knicker-clad arse.
Kate stretched out again, enjoying this new feeling.  


“Can we get some food?” Brad asked, a fair question as
the women had not given him anything to eat the night
before.
“Sure” Kate agreed as she looked around for the keys
to the padlocks that bound them together. After a
moment she remembered, “Emma has the keys, we’ll have
to wait for her to wake”.

Emma lay awake in the room next door listening to
their conversation. The keys were still in the pocket
of her denim shorts, but she felt excited knowing they
were chained up next door and decided that they should
stay that way for a few minutes more.

Half an hour later, Emma walked into their room
wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She sat down on the bed
next to them and started to inspect the chains. “Good
morning, I see he didn’t manage to escape in the
night” she smiled at Kate. Brad smiled ironically how
on earth could he have escaped with his head chained
and padlocked so tightly to Kate’s crotch. Emma then
took the rigid handcuffs and relocked Brad’s wrists
behind his back. Brad barely resisted, he knew that he
wouldn’t be released from Kate’s arse until Emma had
locked him once again locked in her cuffs. 

After a few more minutes of chat, Emma took the keys
from her pocket and unlocked all the padlocks, except
for the one that locked the chain around Brad’s neck.
She left that securely locked, the way it had been for
almost 36 hours. Emma pulled on her skirt and top and
followed Emma into the kitchen, leading Brad by the
chain around his neck as she did so. 

Emma had two unusual, arty looking stools in her
kitchen. Each was supported by a metal bar that
divided into two in the middle, forming a circle about
half way up. Emma lifted the first stool, which came
apart in the middle, thus opening the metal circle.
Brad could see what was coming next. At Emma’s
instruction, he knelt down and rested his head in the
bottom half of the circle. Emma then replaced the top
part of the stool thus closing the circle around his
neck. The circle was not too tight, but tight enough
to stop Brad pulling his head out without first
lifting the stool. Brad knew that any chance of that
happening had gone as Emma sat down on the stool above
him.

The women sat on the stools and started drinking
coffee. Brad struggles against the cuffs, not with a
view to escaping, but to remind them he was still
there. Emma took the hint and took a piece of toast
and reached down between her legs and started to feed
the hapless guy. Once he had finished the piece of
toast, Emma crossed her legs and the two women
continued to talk, as if oblivious to their prisoner
trapped beneath them.

It was Saturday morning. “I hope you can hang around
for a while” Emma asked, “I thought that maybe we
could have some more fun with Brad”. “I’ve advertised
for a flat mate for my spare room and I have about ten
of them coming round for interview today”. Kate
smiled, “what have you got in mind?”.

Emma stood up and went over to the other side of the
room. As soon as Emma had stood up Kate caught Brad’s
eye and smiled. “Not a chance” she purred as she
quickly changed stools and sat down above Brad, who
was once again trapped. Emma looked down between her
thighs and tapped Brad on the mouth with her bare
foot. Although Brad was muscular and much stronger
than the woman who sat above him, the cuffs and the
stool meant that Brad was completely at this woman’s
mercy.

Meanwhile, Emma had opened the lid of the wooden trunk
that stood in the corner of her lounge. Kate released
Brad from the stool and with a tug on the chain around
his head, led him over to where Emma was standing. “OK
honey, lie down inside the box” Emma demanded. After
another tug on the chain, Brad complied.

The trunk was not large and Brad had difficultly
climbing inside. With the help of the women he finally
managed it and they closed the lid, shutting him
inside. The lid almost closed, but Emma had to push it
to get it to close the last half an inch. As she did
this, Brad cried out in pain. 
“A perfect fit, but we’ll have to do something about
the noise” Emma smiled to Kate.

Kate reopened the trunk as Emma returned with the gag
that the women had used on him the day before. “Open
wide” Emma encouraged as she buckled the gag around
Brad’s head. Kate once again spun the wheels on the
padlock to choose a new combination and walked around
to the back of the box to padlock the gag in place.

“Now here’s the plan,” Emma explained. “You’ll lie
down inside the trunk and then when each of the
applicants comes for interview we’ll make them sit on
the box, trapping you inside”. The two women laughed
as Brad closed him eyes in resignation. “And if you
call out or attract their attention, then I’ll lock
you up with every restraint I have and destroy the
keys”, Emma’s voice was suddenly serious.

The doorbell went and Brad could hear voices enter the
room. “Nicole, please take a seat”, Emma invited. Brad
could only make out Nicole’s blue jeans through the
crack where the box was slightly ajar. He saw the
well-fitting jeans walk towards him before they turned
and sat down on top of him. It all went dark, as
Nicole’s weight closed the box with a thud. Brad
became even more confined and held even more rigidly
in place. He tried to move, but the lid was securely
held in place. Although Nicole, at least from the
limited view he had had, seemed slim, her weight on
top of the box trapped him helplessly inside, unable
to move a muscle.

Nicole sat there talking to Emma and Kate, totally
unaware that she was effectively imprisoning and
torturing the guy trapped beneath her. Nicole was a
very attractive, gym instructor and looked stunning
sitting on the trunk wearing jeans and a white top,
her toned legs crossed in front of her. After half an
hour, many questions and a couple of photos of the
prospective flatmate, Emma showed Nicole to the door.

Brad had been in agony, totally unable to move to stop
the pain in his shoulders. Once Nicole had stood up he
could at last move to relieved the pain. However, this
was short-lived as he heard Emma invite Victoria into
the room.

>From what he could hear, Victoria was a corporate
lawyer, and from what he could see, she was very well
dressed in a short-skirted business suit. He saw her
stocking covered legs walk towards him until once
again, she turned and sat down on the box. This time,
trapped by Victoria he lay silently in his cell,
thinking of his captors stocking covered arse less
than an inch from his face. 

By midday, Brad had been imprisoned by ten women, each
of whom had sat on the trunk, crushing him inside.
Lawyers, fashion designers, secretaries and PAs were
among the women who had held him captive. The final
applicant to arrive was Sarah, a beautiful, bubbly
woman in her early twenties. She entered the lounge
wearing blue stonewashed jeans and white t-shirt. She
sat down on the box quite hard and Brad had to try
hard not to cry out in pain. The interview, however,
went well and Emma, after having consulted with Kate,
decided to give her the room.

“These are the keys,” Emma said as she took the
deposit cheque from Sarah.
“Thanks” she replied as she stuffed them into her
jeans pocket without even looking at them. After a
celebratory glass of wine, Sarah left the flat. Emma
and Kate returned to the room laughing, they both
walked over to the box and sat down on top. “So how
does it feel to be dominated by a dozen women in one
morning” Emma asked. There was of course no
intelligible reply. 

They opened the box and looked down at Brad and his
heavily bruised shoulders.
“So that’s what someone looks like after they’ve been
sat on by ten women” Kate smiled. “And there were some
very attractive women too” she continued as she showed
Brad the photos they had taken of each.

Kate unlocked the padlock and removed the gag. Brad
looked up into Emma’s brown eyes, “I can’t take any
more, please unlock me” he pleaded as he struggled
against his cuffs.
“Sorry Honey, not yet”, Emma smiled. “After lunch
maybe”. Emma led Brad back on to the balcony and
rechained him to the bottom bar of the railings. She
gave the key to that padlock to Kate, who tucked it
into her knickers. Emma then unlocked the handcuffs
from his wrists. “A tout a l’heure” she smiled to
Brad. “Oh and by the way, I gave the key to the
padlock around your neck to Sarah my new flatmate. But
don’t worry, she moves in next week, so you can soon
start persuading her to unchain you”. And with that,
the two friends left for lunch.

Part 4

Three hours later, Brad heard the front door open and
the two women enter the flat. They had obviously had a
few drinks and were giggling loudly. They came out on
to the balcony and sat down on a sun lounger next to
the chained up guy. 
“We’re going to try for a new record” Kate smiled
“we’re going to chain you up between our thighs for a
record 36 hours, non-stop”.
“Only thing is which one of us shall we chain you to
first” Emma continued.

Emma took out a coin and smiled towards Kate; this was
obviously something they had rehearsed together.
“Heads its me, tails its Kate” Emma smiled as she
tossed the coin into the air. Emma looked down and
smiled, “yes its me” she said.

An hour later, Emma reappeared from the shower wearing
black silk knickers and bra. Brad had also been
allowed to shower, a task that he had found difficult,
as the women had refused to unlock his handcuff while
he washed. This time Kate took charge. Emma and Brad
followed her into Emma’s bedroom and watched as she
took out the chains and padlocks. Slowly and
carefully, she locked a chain around Emma’s waist and
padlocked it tightly in place. She then took the free
end and passed it between her friend’s legs and
padlocked it back on to the chain around her waist.

Emma started to check the chains to see how tightly
Kate had locked them. “They’re certainly tight” she
commented as she tried to adjust the chain that ran up
her backside. Kate smiled, she certainly intended to
make this secure.

Emma lay down on the bed on her side and raised her
top leg. Kate pulled Brad by his chain until his head
was in place between Emma’s thighs. 
“This is it” Kate smiled as she threaded a padlock
through Brad’s neck chain and the chain in Emma’s
crotch and clicked it shut. The two were now attached,
with Brad’s face resting against Emma’s arse. “Just to
make it even tightly, I’m just going to add a few
extra restraint” Kate smiled. This part had not been
discussed over lunch. 

She took another chain and locked one end to the chain
around Brad’s neck. She then wrapped the chain tightly
around both of Emma’s thighs and locked it back on to
the neck chain. This had the effect of preventing Emma
from opening her legs and releasing her grip on Brad’s
neck.

She then took a leather head harness and started to
buckle the straps tightly around Brad’s head. Once she
was happy that it was tight, she took out some small
padlocks and locked each buckle. With Emma lying on
her front, Kate used her knee to push Brad’s face
deeper into Emma’s arse. Kate then took a padlock and
locked the metal ring on the top of the harness to the
crotch chain half way up Emma’s arse. 

She then padlocked a chain to the ring on one side of
the harness, wrapped it around to the front of Emma’s
thighs and locked it to the front of the crotch chain.
She then brought the chain back and locked it to the
other side of the harness. In this way, the chains
held Brad’s head tightly into Emma’s arse. He couldn’t
pull away or turn his head; he was totally locked in
place. Brad tried to move, but there was absolutely no
play in the chains.   

Kate stood back to admire her work. “Perfect she
smiled, you’ll not be getting out of that”. Emma could
feel Brad’s face pushing against her arse.
“OK, that is really cruel” Emma smiled at Kate.
“Even crueller if you fart” Kate observed.

Kate then took a key from her pocket and unlocked the
cuffs that had by now cut deeply into Brad’s wrists.
“OK, its 6 o’clock, you’ll now stay chained together
like that until tomorrow, when it’ll be my arse
chained to your face” she smiled as she turned and
tapped her bum. 

Kate was feeling much more self-assured than she had
felt when she arrived on Friday. She looked stunningly
attractive as she stood there wearing her short skirt
and top, with the only keys to the padlocks chaining
her colleagues together attached to the inside of her
knickers by a small key ring. “Now just to ensure you
don’t give up too early, I’m going out for the night
and of course taking the keys with me. I’ve removed
your phones and house keys and I’m going to dead lock
the front door on the way out. So you’ve nothing to do
except enjoy yourselves”. Kate blew a kiss to Brad as
she left the room, swinging her hips. Brad and Emma
heard the door being closed and locked and then
nothing but silence.

“This is it honey, you and me chained together for a
day and a half. No escape” Emma smiled as she tensed
her legs and started to stretch out on the bed. Brad
was also enjoying the feeling. Emma had a fantastic
figure and incredible pert bum, to which his face was
locked. Her black silk knickers felt warm and soft
against his face. He ran his hands up and down over
Emma’s hips, feeling her warm tanned skin. It was a
warm summer evening and the two of them just lay on
the bed listening to the music.

Kate had left the flat and had walked back towards the
beach. As she walked she could feel the keys inside
her knickers and thought of Emma and Brad chained up
together at the flat. She arrived at the bar
overlooking the beach and went over to join her
friends. She ordered a glass of wine and sat down on
one of the metal chairs on the balcony. She had to
wriggle around for a moment, to find a position where
the keys didn’t dig into her bum. Once comfortable,
she started chatting with her friends, forgetting all
about her captives and the night that they would be
spending together.

Emma and Brad had also started talking to pass the
time. It was a strange conversation where neither of
them could see the other. Brad’s voice was muffled, as
he had to speak into Emma’s knickers. After a while,
the conversation stopped and Emma reached for the
remote control for the television. “Sorry babe, looks
like you’ll miss the film” Emma smiled as she pulled a
sheet over them both and settled down to watch the
evening movie. Brad listened for a while, but then
fell asleep with his face buried in her arse.

He woke the next morning with his face exactly where
it had been the night before. He tried to lift his
head, as if he was lying on a pillow, but to no avail.
He relaxed again, his face sinking further into her
knickers.
“Good morning” Emma smiled as she gave him a gentle
squeeze with her thighs. She wriggled her arse,
feeling his face respond to every movement. She ran
her fingers along her panty line, feeling turned on by
her own arse and fact that someone else’s face was
buried in it. “What time is Kate returning?” Brad
asked.
“Soon” Emma replied still stretching out on the bed.

Brad ran his hands along the thick chain that
encircled Emma’s slim waist. He felt the padlock that
held it in place and gave it a tug as if to see if he
could open it with his bare hands. He then felt the
chain that came from the front and disappeared between
her legs and attached on to the chain locked around
his neck. This chain was again tight and he could
barely pass a finger beneath it. Emma was clearly
enjoying the tightness as she stretched out and
wriggled around on the bed. 

After passing through her crotch, this chain ran up
her backside and reattached to the waist chain. The
tension in this chain meant that it pulled Emma’s
knickers into her backside a little. Brad’s face
pushed the silk knickers even further into her arse,
attached as it was by the chain around his neck and
the harness locked around his neck. Brad felt the
harness to see if there was any chance of squeezing
his head out. He soon found that there was no chance,
Kate having buckled it so tightly in place.  

Brad lay there and remembered all the times in the
office where he cast a glance at Emma arse as she had
walked past him. Often she would wear a black or beige
trouser suit, or sometimes a tightly fitting skirt.
Perhaps this was poetic justice for his earlier
thoughts.    

As they lay there, Brad heard a key in the front door,
the door opened and Kate entered wearing blue
stonewashed jeans and top. She walked over to the bed
and smiled at Emma. “How you doing Girl?” Kate asked.
“Good” Emma replied, “really good”.
Kate turned to Brad and started to stroke his muscular
back. Brad pushed on Emma’s hips to try and look
around, but it was as if he had been superglued to her
arse.
“Only eighteen hours to go” Kate smiled as she watched
him struggle against his bonds. “However, maybe the
second half of this challenge should be a little more
challenging”. Brad stopped struggling as he held more
restraints being emptied on to the floor.

Kate took the rigid cuffs and relocked them around
Brad’s wrists. She then took a pair of rigid feet
cuffs and did the same to his ankles. She then pulled
her jeans down over her hips to reveal white cotton
underwear. She took the keys from her jeans pocket and
unlocked the padlock that secured the chain around
Emma’s waist. Emma then wriggled out of the
restraints, finally releasing Brad’s head from her
arse.

The women changed place and Kate jumped on to the bed
and started putting her legs into the chains. In less
than five minutes, the restraints were securely locked
around Kate’s waist and adjusted so that once again
Brad’s face was buried. 

Brad had not made much of his chance to escape. The
women had taken all precautions, manacling him hand
and foot. The feel of Kate’s cotton knickers was
different to Emma’s silk knickers that he had had to
endure the night before, less slippery, but less
clingy. Also, Kate had a slightly fuller figure and
Brad found himself even more engulfed than before. The
perfume was also different, but otherwise his
predicament the same. 

Having secured the two, Emma stood back to admire her
work. “Maybe just one more thing” she said as she
padlocked Brad’s handcuffs to his feet cuffs. 
“Thought our previous position was a little easy for
you, so maybe being hog-tied with handcuffs will help
spice things up”. 

Brad, being unhappy with the additional restraints,
started to try and wriggle free. Emma laughed, “Those
are maximum security cuffs, that’s not going to work,
baby”. Brad relaxed, his face resting deeply in Kate’s
arse, where it stayed as he drifted back off to sleep.


Brad stayed that way, drifting in and out of sleep
until early Monday morning. He knew there was no way
he was going to get free from between Kate’s thighs
and so resigned himself to his fate. At six o’clock as
promised, Emma released them from the chains and
manacles that bound them together. 

Brad was now totally free except for the chain
padlocked around his neck. Emma watched as Brad pulled
hopelessly on the chain. “Sarah, my new flat mate has
the only key to that chain” she smiled as she
collected up the other restraints. “But she arrives
tonight, why don’t you come round and say Hi”. 

(To be continued)


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