The only key

by Andrea Jordan
 
 

The new girl 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 girls 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 girls 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 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)