A Dangerous Woman Ch. 01

Natalia's blissful body sunk into the black leather throne as she listened to the jangle of chains, heavy breathing and the occasional call of her name from the naked man behind the cell door. She had freed her long wild red hair, removed her blue jeans and was purring seductively as she bit down on her lower lip, touching the vibrator against her black lingerie.

"Natalia?" A forceful knock on the cell door made the padlock swung a little. The hopeless attempt at escape being all the encouragement Natalia needed to turn up the vibrator.

"Come on, Ben!" Natalia called, her voice breathy and sprinkled with flirty arousal, "Be my hero and break free of those chains,"

With wide blue carnal eyed, she panted and thrust into the vibrator, "Now Ben!" she cried as she edged closer to orgasm.

*

Natalia had long known about her kink. Friends had often ended up with their wrists tied together, and her bike lock had been used to secure friends' necks to immoveable objects as often as it had been used to secure her bike. Ben was now suffering the same fate.

After a long Saturday lunch date, which had lasted most of the afternoon as wine turned into shots, Natalia had suggested, for a dare, that they hire one of the local BDSM dungeons.

Natalia looked up again as a pitiful knock on the cell door caught her attention. If that was Ben's way of asking to be released, he had a lot to learn. She stood up, swept back her red hair, and straightened her smouldering lingerie. She strutted across the small basement room and unlocked and opened the cell, which was really no more than a cupboard beneath the stairs.

Inside, Ben was kneeling on the floor. His hands were padlocked inside heavy medieval style metal bondage mitts, which were attached by a spring loaded clip to the wall.

"Where's my superhero?" Natalia mouthed enigmatically if a little condescendingly as she leaned down, engulfing him in a tangle of fiery red hair as they kissed.

"How am I supposed to get out of these?" he asked, desperately impatient to become the beautiful redhead's roleplay hero.

"Strength and guile..." she kissed him again, "Please? For me?"

"Natalia, I want to," he cried, "Maybe give me the keys?"

"No, the evil queen would never allow it," Natalia smiled, turning away from him and twerking in her silk lingerie, "Anyway, it wouldn't help... your hands are all locked away."

"How the hell then?" Ben panted, his strong body increasingly exhausted from straining at his chains while trapped in his subservient position.

"Please, fuck me," Natalia mouthed demurely, bathing them both in red hair as they kissed again.

Natalia's earliest sexual memory had been a movie where a queen had kept her man in a dungeon. The hedonistic power had filled her with strong emotions that still shaped her fantasies.

She watched her date closely, enjoying the arousal and utter frustration in his eyes, getting high from his utterly debilitating predicament from which she knew he would never escape. She had already kept him there longer than he had expected but the reality was that she could hold him there forever, or at least until the dungeon rental expired at the end of the evening.

"You're supposed to be cumming inside 'me'," Natalia smiled with an impish grin, her blue eyes spying a trail of precum dripping from his erect cock.

"How the hell?" he cried.

Natalia smirked, enjoying his hopeful 'please let me out' look in his beautiful brown eyes. She knew he wanted a reprieve, a chance to fuck, but she was in the mood to fuck him differently.

"Maybe I should lock you up and go clubbing alone?" Natalia mouthed, "If you can't pleasure me..."

"Fuck, Nat," Ben laughed out loud as he looked around the shabby, roughly painted walls of brick and timber that surrounded him, feeling every bit her captive.

He shifted position, his athletic body contorting while his metal clad hands stayed clipped to the wall. A spring loaded clip was all that attached him, but with no access to his hands, it had been left to his lips and teeth to try, and fail, to release what Natalia's fingers had flicked open without a thought.

"Fuck, your suffering is turning me on," Natalia moaned pervertedly, kneeling down to run her fingers over Ben's thighs and up over his balls and cock.

"Oh, yeah babe... more," Ben growled, his erection bobbing longingly as Natalia's fingers quickly slinked away to play with her own nipples through her woven grey top.

"Fuck, I'll be horny at the club," she breathed, standing and twisting and gyrating her butt against his face.

With the demonstration of how she would dance now etched in Ben's mind, and her hips still thrusting, Natalia opened a pair of sheer pantyhose and pressed the soft fabric to her face. Her legs were crying out for their feel, and she hurried stepped into them and eased them up until they pulled snugly against her crotch.

She couldn't stop there and quickly wriggled into the short black faux leather skirt which wrinkled around her hips as it strained to contain her figure. She pulled her ankle boots back on and twirled to admire herself in the mirror as she caressed the faux leather.

"Ready to worship your queen?" Natalia asked.

"I'm ready to get out of these bloody chains!" Ben's lust-struck response was accompanied by the desperate clunking of locked steel as he tried in vain to get closer.

"Feel, my pantyhose, they're so soft." Natalia whispered evocatively.

"Just let me out and let's do this," Ben cried.

"But what about my fantasy of leaving you 'til you're just a skeleton hanging from those chains."

Ben could feel a wave of erotic panic sweep over him. "Let me out now, Nat!" he growled on a sexual high, dripping precum while trying to control his spiking heart rate.

Natalia glided seductively into the cupboard-sized cell. She lifted her leg, her skirt creaking as she rubbed her thigh against Ben's face, smooth pantyhose against day old stubble.

"I've always wanted to leave someone in this cell overnight... it's making me wet," she whispered coyly.

"No fucking way..."

Shush," she interrupted, her pantyhose clad thigh pressing against his mouth.

Natalia swung one leg up and over his manacled arms so that she was riding his shoulders with Ben's head between her thighs. She hitched up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down over his head and then played with his lips which were now enclosed behind a mesh of sheer fabric. Ben pressed his tongue and lips against the closeknit material as he tried in vain to reach her lingerie.

"You always seem to be behind bars," Natalia teased now resting her full weight on his shoulders, "... but what if I was your genie with one wish?"

"Mmm, let me kiss your naked body," Ben breathed, longing to explore to the thin strip of silk that plunged between her legs.

"Your wish is my command." Natalia audibly purred as she unhooked her pantyhose from his head and plunged her body closer, pressing her skimpiest of silk panties against his lips. "Good choice master," she giggled.

Natalia eased her underwear to the side and moaned as his lips lapped her, licking her red lips in delight.

"Let's make out on the bed," Ben growled, conscious of how quickly his woman was getting aroused and the dangerous power of her thrusting hips on his manacled body.

"You're locked in a cupboard," Natalia purred.

"Lucky that I have a genie."

"Slower," Natalia mouthed, yearning for his touch to match the steady rhythmic beat of her hips, "Good boy," she purred, "... this might be the last orgasm you give before I leave you to die in this cell."

"You think I'm going to bring my executioner to orgasm?" Ben smiled breathlessly, pulling back and burying his lips against her hot inner thigh.

"Aha," she purred sweetly, "Or I'll strangle you now with my thighs."

"Natalia..." he tried to protest but she was hugging his head too tightly, her bare feet clinched snuggly around his throbbing cock.

"You have a dangerous girl wrapped around your neck," she drawled, "Don't disappoint!"

Natalia released her thighs as Ben turned his attention back to her shuddering body. She gripped his cock between her bare soles, her toes pulsing against him as his muscled body fought to hold the delirious, wayward woman who was riding him like a bull.

It was a piercing, breathless yet intimate moment as they climaxed together. Natalia was shaking she hugged his head tightly, burying him in her wet crotch as she leaned forward with a grin on her face.

She held him in her hot embrace for several minutes before climbing off her breathless lover. She wobbled giddily before hitching her pantyhose back into place and straightening her skirt on her hips.

"You're free from my pantyhose," Natalia teased, lifting her skirt and pointing to a spot high up on her inner thigh, "Imagine if you were still trapped in there."

Ben was grinning from the incredible sexual high and thrill of sharing it with the beautifully mysterious redhead. "Maybe I wish was still in there."

Natalia sauntered back on long swaying legs and swooped down to reward him with a smudged lipstick kiss.

"You're still in my snare," she whispered as she touched herself, "Your predicament will play havoc down here."

Ben watched from the cupboard as Natalia brushed her red hair, her black leather clad butt dancing in time to the music as she swayed on her long pantyhose clad legs.

"You will let me out after the club?" he checked, "Two hours?"

Natalia just shrugged. "Being the reason for my arousal not enough?"

Ben laughed, already too deeply buried in Natalia's imposed subspace to care.

"We'll do this again in another life," she teased, a wave of red hair silhouetting her face against the spotlight.

"You bitch."

"Oh, you're gorgeous," Natalia giggled, kissing him one more time before closing and padlocking the door.

*

Many hours later and the sun was rising, not that Ben knew it was morning until he heard the door at the top of the stairs being unlocked and footsteps descending the stairs above him.

It had been a long, suffering and surreal night with emotions swinging from desperate exhaustion to delirious arousal on an almost minute by minute basis. There was also the creeping fear that Natalia had forgotten him or maybe she just wanted to fuck him up. He had shifted between his limited positions and was now crouched with his back against the wall with his hands still maddening hooked to the wall as they had been for the last ten hours.

Hours of struggle had confirmed his initial fears that the cell was inescapable. He had no idea when or if Natalia would return, or whether anyone else would be able to free him if Natalia had taken the keys. Yet, despite his agony, his mind was on a high. He was now constantly fantasising about Natalia, and in his semi-lucid daydreams, his lips were reaching up in worship, his tongue desperate to give her the perfect orgasm.

"Hello?" Ben croaked as the heels clipped above him.

The footsteps stopped as the owner looked around her dungeon.

"In the cell," he called, his voice hoarse.

Emma whipped off her jacket and hurried over on her heels, her tight mid-thigh length patterned dress swaying with her full, almost fifty-year old figure. She quickly opened the cell door to be greeted by an athletic man hanging from his chains. With a stern schoolteacher like stare, the woman reached into the cramped cupboard and unhooked the steel mitts from the wall, allowing Ben to flop down into a crumpled heap.

"You should have left hours ago," Emma scolded.

"You're not Natalia," Ben croaked in reply.

"No," Emma snapped, her dress stretching and moulding to her body as she spun and clipped away to fetch a glass of water.

Ben gratefully slurped the water and then staggered to the bathroom to pee. When he returned, Emma pointed to a rug and when Ben obediently collapsed to his knees, she used the spring loaded clip to reattach him to an eye bolt drilled deep into the floor.

Her heels circled the kneeing man. She hadn't particularly liked him when he had paid for the dungeon hire the night before. He had been arrogant and conceited about his trophy date. Emma hated men like that and secretly relished his ordeal in her tiny claustrophobic cupboard.

"Consider yourself a prisoner until you pay for the extra hire," Emma growled, "And I get you out of those mitts."

*

Twenty minutes later and Ben was still locked in the mitts; Natalia having evidently taken the keys clubbing. He also couldn't pay for the extra rental as he had no cash and his phone battery had died, and so he was still locked to the dungeon floor.

"So, what are you going to do?" Emma snapped, the twenty-five year old man's good looks not lost on the forty-five year old woman, "Unless you want to earn your freedom in my smother box, I may have to call the police."

"No police," Ben begged.

Emma smoothed back her dark hair and raised her eyebrows.

"I'll do whatever."

"Oh, how romantic," Emma tutted, using her boot to propel the smother box closer to where he was tethered, "Go on then."

A night under Natalia's sadistic whim had made Ben compliant with any female request and he inelegantly manoeuvred himself on to his back and placed his head in the box.

"Good," Emma smiled.

She flipped the lid closed and then straddled the box with her curvaceous legs, grinning with satisfaction as the man trembled beneath her. Emma knew she had a voluptuous figure which would look terrifying for the slim man beneath her, particularly when it would take his freedom and possible his last breath.

"Last chance... the lid doesn't tend to open with me sitting on it."

She leaned down to clip his mitts to the side of the smother box and then slowly rocked her buxom body as she descended, ominously dropping until there was only a small slip of skirt between him and the curves of the middle-aged woman.

"Hmph," Emma pouted with closed red lips. This was a perfect way to punish the arrogant young man from overstaying his rental. No man had ever taken asphyxiation by her hips lightly.

"Where's your male arrogance now, sweetie," she murmured to herself as she lifted an inch to gloat.

"I can't bring you to orgasm if your dress is pulled down," he panted.

Emma's thighs were tensing as she held her weight. "Umm," she paused, "Thank you, sweetie, but if I trap you in my erogenous zones, you may never escape."

"I think you want me to," Ben pushed.

Emma looked around the dungeon. Of course she did. The insatiable woman was desperate for someone to touch her there. Okay. She whipped up her dress to reveal cream satin panties stretched over full buttocks. Almost ashamed to show him, she hastily lowered down on to his eyes to seal the box. Okay, fuck it, she was going to do this, and she rocked, using his nose to stimulate her butt as she bathed in the gorgeous touch of the slowly asphyxiating man.

She sat still, the flesh on her thighs barely moving as he thrashed beneath her. She loved to bring them to a point of desperation, ensuring that she was worshipped by a man that she has saved from death. She bounced backwards and opened her thighs, leaned forward and pulled her panties to the side.

"Kiss here," she growled, touching herself to guide his bewildered eyes, "and lick."

Ben was shaking as his tongue touched Emma's damp vagina. He looked up in search of validation from the experienced woman whose eyes closed, and whose aroused breath deepened. She snapped out further instruction and then started to bounce her sultry body as Ben's tongue flicked from lip to lip and then thrust inside.

Ben had had few sexual partners, naïve eighteen-year olds mainly. None of them mature and none of them capable of orgasming with the intensity of the bodacious middle-aged woman sitting on his face. She was slow and sensual, requiring his full breath until she swayed slower and sunk deeper on to the box.

Still gasping for breath, everything went black as the woman closed her thighs to seal him inside. He wanted to sense her reaction, her mood, but his head was still trapped in a box which felt more akin to a vault while she sat on top.

It took Emma several minutes to come down from the sexual right and even then, she lost herself in the fantasy of another man brought under female control. He had already recompensed her, but he was still kissing, first her thighs and then back to her vagina. "Mmm," she moaned, delighted by the opportunity to fuck his mind even more.

"Keep kissing and I'll keep you as a permanent slave," she mouthed, not that Ben could hear anything from beneath the curves and dripping female arousal.

*

An hour had flown. Emma couldn't bring herself to stand up, which in turn had limited Ben's choices. Emma's game of ordering him to kiss specific parts of thighs and crotch had amused her for a while with the rest of the hour dedicated to rimming. A new skill learned from the strictness teacher. When she finally stood up, Ben red face literally unpeeled from her damp butt.

"I have to go home to fetch the spare keys to those mitts," Emma sighed, "And unfortunately, you're too big for me to keep in my panties... so guess where you go."

She unhooked Ben from the box, helped him to his feet led him back to into the cupboard-sized cell where despite his exhaustion, he knelt and waited obediently for Emma to hook his metal encased hands on to the wall.

"How long will you be?" he croaked, trembling from both excitement and slight PTSD from Natalia's treatment the night before.

"Hours," she mouthed, gripping his cock, "Okay?"

"Yes..."

His voice trailed off as he orgasmed.

"Leave the door open?" he mouthed.

"Sorry sweetie, you're my dirty little secret," Emma replied as she closed the door, clicked the padlock shut and waltzed away.

*

Emma walked next-door to the coffee shop and sat at a table, leisurely sipping her skinny latte with a grin on her face as she listened to Ben via the baby monitor that she had left in the cell.

She had felt like a giddy teenager with the young buck between her legs and his eagerness to continue even after she had orgasmed made her feel wonderful about her late forties' year old body.

"Oh nothing," she smiled at the man on the table next to her who's attention had been attracted by her inadvertent giggle.

A further two hours had passed when Emma finally returned and descended the steps into her basement dungeon. She opened the cell's small, barred window and peered in at her kneeling Adonis. His head was bowed and his shoulder muscles defined as he held his submissive posture.

"Stockholm syndrome? Or maybe just your mind accepting its fate," Emma mused.

She unlocked the cell door and touched his cock which had evidently cum several times by just crushing against the rough painted wall.

"I can't hold this anymore," Ben panted, his words morphing into unintelligible moans as Emma toyed with his erection, squeezing his balls as he orgasmed again.

The young man was now literally hanging from his chains, his fit body having fully succumbed. Emma closed the cell door for effect but opened it again when it failed to elicit a reaction.

"Have I broken you?"

Ben's eyes flickered into life, his head lifting to kiss Emma's curvy thigh positioned perilously close. With the last of his energy now spent, Emma unhooked him from the wall and unlocked his hands from the mitts.

"You've been fun," Emma smiled, "but next time you stay overnight, I won't let you go... so you'd better tell my daughter that."