Today, Belinda had a new game. They woke early but unusually they didn't make love. Belinda pulled on a short black negligee and gave James her irresistible come hither eyes as she spun around in a blur of brunette hair and skipped out of the bedroom.
Still naked, James followed her downstairs, across the courtyard and into the old prison cell. Belinda was standing in the middle of cell, her bare feet on the concrete floor, her fingers lifting her silk negligee as she touched her naked body beneath, while her tongue circled her lips.
James padded towards her, but just as he was about to kiss, she clicked her fingers and pointed to the floor. When Belinda was in one of her kinky moods, James obeyed and sat with his back against the cell wall and his neck against the huge steel manacle that was bolted into the concrete.
"This restraint seems to take away all hope," James breathed, his cock erect as Belinda closed the massive steel ring around his neck and locked it with the high security key. There was no play in the steel, and James couldn't even move his head to reach Belinda's bare thighs only inches away.
Belinda was uncharacteristically quiet as she crouched down and locked his wrists into similar shackles attached to the walls either side of his body.
"Let me give you oral," James mouthed with Belinda again standing tantalisingly close to his head, "You love my tongue."
Belinda did and see was already wet from James clattering desperately beneath her, but that wasn't the plan for today. Instead, she swung around, spraying out silky dark hair as she skipped raunchily out of the cell and slammed the door behind her. With the grilled cell window also shut, James was left in complete darkness as his supposed sex bunny locked and bolted the cell from the outside.
"Bel?" James called hopefully.
They would often play with the prison cell but Belinda's key turning tease was usually long, explicit, and sexual. This time Belinda had locked the door and padlocked the bolts without even a word.
"Okay, I guess I wait?" James called, his erect cock bouncing somewhat hopefully as he sat on the cell's concrete floor.
*
Before meeting James, Belinda had never liked photos of herself, but he had changed that by showing her how to feel sexy in her body. Now when alone, she would video herself posing provocatively in their bedroom, her naked hips rolling, her bare butt bouncing as she waltzed back and forth.
She found it fun to watch the clips, but the real audience was James. She would sometimes project the flirtatious videos on to the wall of his locked cell. She would then relax, her body sinking into the soft cream couch as she enjoyed his reaction via the 24-7 web cam surveillance of his cell.
James's reaction made her feel beautiful, wanted and just hot. If he was working, he would slam shut his laptop and lean back and pant and moan as he watched transfixed. The key to James's cell would often feature in Belinda's movies. Sometimes tucked into a red garter belt where it hugged her thigh as it bobbed along beneath her naked cheeks. Other times she would casually toss his key into the bin or just sit on it absentmindedly as she worked in just her bra and panties.
But today, Belinda had a new game to play.
*
"Whoa!" James cried as the pitch black suddenly gave way to a larger than life-size image projected on the wall of his cell.
The live feed was looking up at Belinda's white lace panties from a small GoPro camera evidently strapped to her thigh. As she moved, it became clear that Belinda was wearing a long pale pink skirt that let in enough light to showcase the teasing curves and creases of her thighs and butt, while blocking out the rest of the world.
"Wow, Bel!" he called, looking up at the larger than life sized thighs that walked, stopped, and then bent over above him. From the background noise he could tell that Belinda was loading the dishwasher, an everyday task, but not one that he had ever seen from this angle.
James sat transfixed as Belinda continued to saunter around the kitchen. She was now humming aimlessly as she lay down on the couch with her feet propped up and her legs spread to ensure the camera stayed focused on her resting curves.
"Bel, what's happening?" he called, his voice gravelly.
"Darling, you can see everything..." Belinda voice was equally breathy through the cell's speakers.
"Everything inside your skirt."
"Well, that's all you'll see today," she mouthed bewitchingly.
*
Belinda reached her hands inside her skirt and pressed her painted nails against her damp lingerie. James's lust-filled cries echoed loudly through her air pods.
"Wow, it feels like you're in there," she mouthed.
She could hear James's manacles rattling and she closed her lashes to picture his glinting chest and biceps flexing as he tried to reach her magnified image on his cell wall.
"This reminds me of the beach," James sighed longingly.
"Oh yes, you were so attentive..."
Belinda smiled as her fingers came into shot and danced across her damp crotch. She thought back to the deserted beach, James's naked body and his erect cock bouncing comically while his elbows were cuffed together behind his back.
She had screwed a nose clip on to the delicate flesh between his nostrils and then used that to tether him to the back of her sandy blue bikini bottoms. With James securely tethered, she had laid on her front and sunbathed.
She giggled. James had tried to escape from her curvaceous butt, but her bikini bottoms had barely pulled free from her crack before the pull on his nose became too much. She giggled again as she remembered how it tickled. He had then tried to use his teeth to pull her bikini from her sandy, tanned butt, but with her hips pressed into the warm sand, the Lycra just clung to her decadent curves, holding her bikini in place.
"I gave you a long leash... to start with," Belinda called.
James smiled. Yes, at first, he had been able to sunbath next to her, almost free other than for the thin chain that attached his nose to his partner's butt. However, Belinda had then removed the chain and locked the nose clip directly to her sandy Lycra bikini, forcing James to lie with his nose between her cheeks.
"You fell asleep," James called.
Oh yes. Belinda flushed as she recalled the dreamy feeling of waking to his loving kisses and pleas to be released.
"And you lost the key for the nose clamp."
"Oh yeah."
Belinda giggled, relieved that James's couldn't see her face blush. Yes, she had mislaid the stupid tiny key in the warm sand. That hadn't been her plan and she had had to carefully slip out of her bikini and make love to a man who had her bikini bottoms locked to his face.
*
Belinda snapped back to the present and sprung to her feet in an attempt to disperse her arousal, "Okay, I'm a bitch," she cried, "but it was only a couple of days before we managed to unscrew it."
James's mind had returned to his current predicament. He was aroused like crazy and was thrusting his hips and shaking his cock in the hope of climaxing. Belinda felt compelled to assist and skipped coquettishly over to the nearest wall to perform her newly leant pole dancing moves.
"Bel that's fucking sexy, but I can't reach my cock," James cried.
Belinda smiled at the compliment but ignored the plea as James's amplified arousal-soaked moans flowed through her air pods. Belinda started to twerk, her round butt bouncing as her bare feet twirled across the lounge floor. Her buttocks swayed and her skirt lifted but not enough to give James a glimpse outside of his virtual cell.
"Wow, Bel... but I still can't cum!"
Belinda was now laughing in a panting, breathy voice. James's pleas were making her hot, and she rocked her hips and reached her arms into the air, revelling in the stretch and the wonderful feeling of power and complete control. Her thrill was amplified by knowing that all James could do was to sit manacled on the floor of his cell and gaze at her body awe.
This was too much fun, just a playful flick of her hips would elicit an adoring moan from her man. She felt adored and wanted. She could literally feel him watching her, his eyes causing actual stimulation inside her skirt.
Belinda ran to find her vibrator and then held it between her legs as she pressed herself against the nearest wall. "Yes, yes!" she was trembling and shaking as she orgasmed with James watching every minutia of her body climax in high definition.
*
Belinda coyly straightened by panties as she walked to the bathroom. She pulled a brush through her long dark hair and then hitched up her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet.
"Oh," she exclaimed, placing a fingertip over the GoPro camera.
Everything went dark in James's cell, leaving him focusing on the sound of Belinda's pee followed by the flush of the toilet. Only then did she remove her finger to show her white lace lingerie sliding down her thighs, over the GoPro and down to the floor.
"About time," James smiled as he watched her naked crotch move, swishing thigh over thigh, rolling cheek over cheek, as Belinda sauntered back across the courtyard to his cell.
Without a word, Belinda unlocked the cell door and twirled over to her manacled man. She lifted her long skirt and dropped it down over James's head, enclosing him inside with her naked, shaved body.
"Closer," he begged, the heavy manacle around his neck holding him inches from her crotch.
"Recognise the view?" she whispered.
"So much better up close."
"Focus on my aroused scent..." She teasingly brushed herself against his nose, lacing his nostrils with her cum.
"Just unlock me, darling!" James was desperate for her touch.
Belinda stepped away, the soft sheer material of her skirt whooshing over his head. She then produced the white lace lingerie that she had orgasmed in and placed them over James's head, the damp crotch against his mouth and nose, and his eyes looking out through the leg holes.
"Now, I know you'd hate them to fall off," she purred.
"Not that thing," James panted, as Belinda used the nose clamp to lock a bunch of her used underwear to the delicate flesh between James's nostrils. She screwed them together tightly and waved the small key.
"I'm not very good with these," she giggled, "Wasn't it two days last time?"
"Fuck, I want you Bel," was all James's panting breath could manage.
"Well, if cum soaked silk has that effect on you," Belinda sighed theatrically, "Then I may as well dispose of this key now."
James knew when Belinda was on a dominant high and watched as her irascible bare feet toyed with his erection, smiling cherub-like as she pretended to stand on his cock.
"Coffee?" James suggested, in an attempt to distract the feisty woman.
"Good idea, darling," she giggled, dancing out of the cell and locking the door behind her.
