The Kennels

Emma instructed Kate to turn around and then used hinged handcuffs to lock her hands together behind her back. Kate stood there in her tight denim shorts, hands cuffed behind her, feeling slightly nervous about what lay in store. Brad walked over to her and kissed his girlfriend, "They suit you," he smiled.

Brad had little time to enjoy the situation though, as a few moments later he became Emma's second victim with his hands also cuffed behind his back. Kate then instructed them both to kneel facing the bars and then used bicycle 'D' locks to lock each of their necks to the cell bars. Emma giving Brad her usual cute little smile as she turned and removed the key.

Given the high difference inside and outside of the cell, Brad and Kate's heads were only just above floor level outside of the cell. Kate looked across nervously to Brad, they'd only been in the cell for twenty minutes and already they were immobile and very vulnerable.

Emma walked slowly back and forth, her high heels almost touching their faces as she went. Kate admired Emma's shoes for a moment, until her eyes moved up the blonde's legs that towered above her. Brad didn't notice the shoes, his eyes focused solely on Emma's legs and cute little knicker-clad butt above.

Emma stopped walking, "Now you both have your necks locked to the bars by maximum security bike locks, the sort that even the fire service would have difficulty freeing you from. So, who would like to earn a chance to be unlocked?"

There was no reply; Kate and Brad were still acclimatizing to their newfound captivity.

Emma proceeded to sit down crossed-legged in front of where Brad was chained. She wriggled forward until her feet were touching the bars and only an inch from Brad's face.

"Kiss my feet!" she purred.

Kate watched on as Brad worked his lips around Emma's feet. It was strange seeing her boyfriend subservient to another woman, but she reminded herself that Emma's inclusion had been her idea and so she had to live with the consequences.

Emma then uncrossed her legs and slid them through the bars so that Brad's head was between her knees. Kate instinctively reacted, but the 'D' lock held her firmly in place. Emma looked around, "Your turn next," she smiled.

Kate watched as Emma instructed Brad to kiss first her knees and then her inner thighs working further and further up her legs and deeper and deeper into her crotch. Kate didn't like this at all and again struggled against her restraints.

As instructed, Brad's lips were now massaging the front of Emma's underwear and his head was hidden from view inside the blonde's skirt.

"That's all for now," Emma smiled as she leaned back and ran her hands through her long hair.

Brad tried to withdraw his head, but Emma's thighs still gripped him tightly. He pulled as best he could with his hands still cuffed behind his back but with no success. Emma looked down and giggled as Brad struggled. After a few more minutes of amusement, Emma reached behind her for a bunch of keys and proceeded to unlock the bike lock around Brad's neck and the cuffs from his wrists. The final thing to be released was her thighs' vice like grip around his neck.

Emma then turned her attentions to Kate.

"Now you've seen what it takes earn some freedom," she smiled at Kate, "Time for you to kiss my feet!"

Kate thought for a moment and then made the fatale mistake of shaking her head.

"Last chance," Emma warned.

Kate looked at Emma's feet, she wanted to kiss them and submit, but it felt odd. She'd submitted to Brad often enough, often with her locked in the cell, but with a woman it was different. Kate was still thinking about what to do when Emma's high heels stepped away from her.

"Too late, Katey" she said as she picked up the keys and walked away from the cell.

"I want to!" Kate called.

"Want to what?" Emma replied.

"Kiss your feet!"

"Oh good," the blonde smiled, "I'll be back at lunchtime".

Kate started to struggle against her restraints with little effect as Emma climbed the stairs and left the cellar. Brad walked over to her and put his arms around his manacled girlfriend, "Don't say no to Emma," he advised.

Kate spent the morning chained up and immobile with her feelings towards Emma swinging from anger to infatuation. Brad lay on the small cell bed reading a book feeling sorry for partner, but that was a lesson she had to learn.

***

Noon on Saturday. Emma's high heels clicked back down the stair and over to the cell. Kate watched her every move, desperate not to do anything to annoy her. She watched as Emma picked up the female chastity belt from the array of toys and passed it through the bars to Brad.

"Can you lock this on your girl?" she asked Brad.

"Shit, " he thought, he'd hoped that Emma would keep chastity to a minimum but knew better than to complain.

He knelt down and unbuttoned Kate's denim shorts and black silk panties and eased them down to her knees. He wrapped the steel belt tightly around her waist and locked it with the padlock. He then passed the rest of it down between Kate's legs and was about to lock it back on to the belt at the back.

"A little tighter," Emma ordered.

Brad obeyed and the steel covering Kate's vagina pushed further and tighter into place.

"Better," Emma smiled as she handed him the second padlock.

Brad pulled Kate's shorts back up completely hiding the steel device. Emma crouched down and unlocked Kate's neck and hands and watched as Kate sore legs struggled to stand up.

"These are the keys to the chastity belt," Emma teased, waving them in front of Kate.

Emma then pulled up her already short skirt and slowly tucked the keys inside the crotch of her black knickers. She then pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it with her hands.

It felt weird having a woman lock her into chastity, particularly when the key was in another woman's crotch. She didn't know whether to attack her or bow before her, but fortunately for Kate she did neither.

The afternoon passed slowly. Brad was alone with his sexy girlfriend, but there was little they could do. They had spent the first hour trying to pick the padlocks or somehow slide the belt off but soon realized that that would never happen.

Kate struggled to control her frustration. Other times in chastity she would amuse herself by begging Brad for the key, which usually didn't take long. Or if worst came to worst she could find pliers or a hacksaw. Or even go to a locksmith. Now she could do nothing. She couldn't get herself out of the belt even if her life depended on it. And to make matters worst Emma didn't return that day.

Emma breezed in at 9.30am on Sunday morning wearing denim shorts and t-shirt.

"Morning lovers," she smiled as she placed coffee and muffins on the floor by the bars.

Kate was still pissed off.

"Here you go," Emma smiled as she threw over two keys.

"You're a bitch."

"Just playing the part, honey."

"A little too well," Kate complained as she pulled down her shorts and unlocked herself from the belt.

The three of them sat in silence eating breakfast. Emma had become increasingly jealous of Kate and her relationship with Brad. Kate was starting to suspect that Emma was after her guy and was desperate to stop Emma using her control over them both to win him over. Brad was just hungry.

Kate and Brad both washed using the small shower in the cell. Emma then called them over to the bars and asked Kate to remove her shorts and underwear.

"Super glue," Emma announced as she held out a small tube. While the last thing she wanted to do was to keep Brad and Kate together, she was relying on the concept that too much of a good thing leaves you wanting less.

Emma reached through the bars and put superglue on Brad's face; strategically positioned on his forehead, chin and both cheeks. She then told Brad to lie face up on the floor. She then instructed Kate to sit on his face facing down his body. Kate obeyed immediately, desperate not to suffer more punishment than necessary at Emma's hand.

Emma looked up after putting the glue back in her bag to see Kate sitting squarely on top of Brad's face.

"Make sure he can breathe," Emma called.

Kate looked down and realized that her naked butt was covering both Brad's nose and mouth. She tried to stand up but the glue was already holding them fast. She tried to slip her fingers between her butt and Brad's face to ease the two apart but it was too late. Brad was now in need of air and also started to try to pull them apart. Kate lay over on to her side to take excess pressure of Brad's mouth.

Emma looked on with concern. She had bought some glue dissolver, but that was still in her flat, and there wasn't anything else she could do without the key to the cell door. This was certainly not how she'd planned it.

After a few more seconds Brad found that by pulling on Kate's butt in a certain way he could just get a little air into the corner of his mouth. He held Kate's butt like this for a few moments while he caught his breath.

"It's OK I can breath," Brad finally said in barely audible muffled voice.

Both girls were equally relived.

"Why did you sit right over his nose and mouth?" Emma asked Kate accusingly.

"You told me to," the embarrassed brunette replied.

"You could have suffocated him with your butt."

"It was your idea."

"Yeah but poor guy, his nose is right up your butt," Emma continued with her criticism

Kate lay there embarrassed and angry, she had done as instructed and now she was being accused of almost killing her boyfriend.

"I'm OK" Brad tried to say. He tried to say something else; Kate couldn't hear it but knew he was saying something because his lips tickled her butt.

"I'll leave you two to play," Emma finally said, pleased that she'd had the opportunity to accuse her rival of almost killing him.

Brad lay there amazed at Emma's ingenuity. Take one cute butt, a few drops of glue and Emma had created an amazing new brand of bondage. He couldn't see anything, couldn't smell anything (other than the obvious with his nose between her butt cheeks), he could barely talk and would have great difficulty moving. Bondage and sensory deprivation in one.

"I'm sorry," Kate said.

"Not your fault," he replied.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Not break wind," Brad joked.

Kate gave only a half smile, she knew that she'd already done that.

Working together Kate managed to stand up and walk with Brad still attached to her backside over to the cell bed where they both lay down in relative comfort. Conversation was difficult and so Kate read her book.

It was noon and two hours since Emma had glued them together.

"Do you want some lunch?" Kate asked without thinking.

"And how exactly?" Brad mumbled back.

Kate ate and carried on reading. It was now 2pm, four hours since they were joined. They managed to maneuver themselves to the cell's toilet and both were able to wee without too much drama. They then moved to the small shower at the back of the cell and both stripped off. Kate stood there with hot water rolling down her back, from the waist up she looked like any other woman taking a shower. But further down and behind her, a muscular guy was attached to her butt.

On a few occasions, the water running down her back filled Brad's small airway and he spluttered for breath. Each time Kate moved away from the water to give him back some air. They had thought the water might ease the glue's bond but whatever brand Emma had chosen was definitely waterproof.

It was 4pm before Emma returned. She smiled as she saw Brad's face still buried in his girlfriend's butt, that glue really was good stuff.

"Six hours, you're doing well," she said as she pulled a small bottle of glue dissolver from her handbag. She passed it through the bars and Kate started to rub it in to where her butt and Brad's face joined. It wasn't a quick process and it took over an hour before they were separated.

Brad blinked as the light hit his eyes. He got to his feet and Kate immediately hugged him. Emma looked on jealously; far from Brad being pissed off with Kate for gluing her butt quite so squarely to face, it seemed that the two of them were closer for having survived the ordeal.

Emma brought out some food and left saying she had a party to go to, although in reality she just went home.

***

Monday. Emma returned to the cell with breakfast. As usual she looked fantastic wearing a mid-thigh length blue summery dress. Her usual sexy smile had been replaced with a more determined look. After they had eaten, Emma instructed Kate to cuff Brad's feet together and padlock the cuff chain to one of the hooks that were fixed to the far wall of the cell.

Following instructions, Kate then handcuffed Brad and then using a chain and padlocks secured the handcuffs to the bars at the front of the cell, so that Brad was lying on his back with his arms and legs stretched out as far as they would comfortably go.

"Double lock the cuffs and then give me the key," Emma instructed.

Kate slowly engaged the double locks, "Are you sure I can't keep this key?" Kate asked playfully as she tucked it into the back pocket of her denim shorts.

"I don't think so honey," Emma replied with a harder edge to her smile.

Kate reluctantly gave the key back to the blonde who threaded it back on to her large bunch of keys.

"I'm going to collect the cell key, I'll be back at midday," Emma said as she blew them (mainly Brad) a kiss.

Kate draped herself over her chained up boyfriend and started to kiss him.

"Well I like you like this," she smiled, "I can do anything I want to you."

"Well I'm not stopping you," he smiled back.

They made out as best they could on the hard stone floor.

Kate looked at the cuffs, "Mmmm it feels strange not being able to unlock you," she purred as she ran her thighs across his chest.

"Are you sure you don't have a handcuff key tucked somewhere in your pocket, you usually do?"

"Not this time, all the keys are with our blonde mistress."

As promised Emma returned at midday. Again following Emma's instructions, Kate cuffed her own feet and chained them to the back of the cell and then handcuffed her hands to the bars at the front of the cell so that she was also lying on her back, stretched out across the cell.

"Good," Emma purred as she took out a large complicated key and unlocked the padlock on the cell door. She walked down the steps into the cell and over to her two manacles prisoners.

She walked in her high-heeled shoes around her two captives, holding a pair of steel mitts.

"Who wants to wear these?" she asked.

Kate looked away, desperate not to catch Emma's eye. She liked most restraints but not the mitts as without use of her hands she felt incredibly helpless. But unfortunately for her Emma knew this.

Emma knelt down above Kate's head to that Kate could look right up her dress. Kate looked away. Emma placed the first mitt by Kate's left hand and closed it in place and then did the same for her right hand.

"I've left the keys to these two padlocks at my dance studio," Emma purred as she looped the padlocks into place, "I assume they'll get handed in as lost property, but maybe not."

"Please no," Kate begged.

"Umm, what would you do to stop me clicking those padlocks closed?"

"Anything," Kate quickly replied.

Emma sat astride Kate's chest and started to pull up her dress so that Kate could she her white knickers. The blonde started to edge forward until Kate's head was between her thighs.

"Kiss me there," Emma purred pointing to her inner thigh.

Emma's thighs looked huge from where she was lying. Smooth, tanned, soft, perfumed, but still intimidating. She gave her leg a quick peck.

"Good," Emma smiled as she edged further forward so that her she was now sitting on the bottom of Kate's face.

"Kiss me here," Emma purred pointing to her white underwear.

Kate screwed her face up and tried to look away.

"Bad luck," Emma giggled as she reached forward and snapped shut the padlocked in the steel mitts.

"You bitch!" Kate cried.

Emma looked pissed off, she wanted Kate to completely submit to her, that way she'd have a much better chance of taking Brad. But Kate continued to resist.

"If you don't want to look at my panties then you're not going to look at anything!" she said as she walked back outside and returned with the solid steel head cage.

"Please no!" Kate begged again.

Emma positioned the head cage around Kate's head. It had been specially designed with thick padding all around to block out all sound and light. There was only one small pipe at the front that went into the mouth to allow the prisoner to breath.

Kate knew that once inside the head cage she would have lost all control.

"One million different combinations," Emma announced holding up a heavy combination padlock, "I hope I don't have a blonde moment and forget the code," she smiled.

Emma knelt with her knees either side of Kate's head with Kate's dress engulfing her head and the cage. Poor Kate, the last thing she saw before it all went dark was Emma's crotch. She heard the padlock being slid into place and snapped closed. From then on she only had her imagination to keep her company.

"Em she hates that, you've got to let her out," Brad said.

"When will you leave her, Brad?" the blonde asked as she sat astride his manacled body and kissed him.

"I can't," he replied.

"Can't or won't?"

"Both."

Emma was already unbuttoning Brad's jeans and starting to make out. The restraints meant that Brad couldn't resist, although at that moment he wasn't sure whether he'd resist even if he could.

After they had made love they chatted for a while with Emma using Kate's head cage as a seat. With the agreed deadline of Monday evening fast approaching, Emma reluctantly unlocked Brad's cuffs.

"Given what you've put us through this weekend, I think we'll keep you in the cell next time," Brad said as he started to unlock Kate's cuffs.

Emma just smiled.

"What's the combination for Kate's head cage?" he asked.

"Oh, I've forgotten," the blonde replied.

Brad grabbed Emma, pulled her to the floor and sat astride her.

"Tell me," he ordered.

"Oooo, I like this," she giggled as she slid forward so that her head was between his thighs, "would you like me to kiss you?" she offered.

Brad and Emma stuck a deal, in return for the combination Brad agreed to lock Emma in the cell the following weekend. Done. It would be interesting.