Tom had met her on holiday the previous year. She was beautiful with a slim willowy figure and as a result had received plenty of male attention. However, she hadn't reacted kindly to this attention. If ignoring them didn't work, she went further. Within seconds of one guy approaching her at the bar, she had poured her glass of wine into his lap. With that as the reward for just for saying 'hi', guys soon kept their distance. One guy who hadn't got the message had been tipped backwards off his bar stool in a way that neither he, nor those around him thought possible.
Tom had been there with friends and had watched the various encounters with interest. He was intrigued by the woman, but reluctant to approach her himself. He wasn't sure whether his travel insurance would cover him for an encounter with Nadine.
This had been the position until halfway through the holiday. Tom had been playing football on the beach when he'd twisted awkwardly. As he tried to stand, he realised he couldn't put weight on his right knee. In true male fashion, the other players showed little concern and he limped off alone towards the hotel.
He wasn't too concerned, he'd done this to his knee before. It was would recover in a week or so, but it did stop him from doing much right now. Halfway back to the hotel he stopped and sat down in the sand to rest.
When he looked up he saw Nadine standing above him, as always wearing denim shorts and tight t-shirt. Despite this being a beach holiday, he'd never once seen her slip out of those shorts. He'd even seen her swim in them.
"Lie down," her French accent was beautiful, "I will help."
"Thanks," he winced.
Nadine had knelt beside him and had massaged his knee, loosening and stretching the muscles. At one point Tom had tried to sit up, but Nadine had forced him back down with a knee to the chest. She'd kept her knee there, the force of her knee at odds with the soft, seductive smiles she'd given him as she'd worked.
They had started to talk and to his surprise Nadine had been almost friendly. Up close she was even more beautiful. She had a classically attractive face with a small mole just to the left of her mouth and always wore a very composed expression that gave her an air of confidence and control. Her brown hair was held in a bun above her head, perfectly brushed unlike the casual sandy look of most other people there.
It was the first time he'd seen her eyes up close. They were big, brown and attractive as he knew they would be, but they also showed a slight unease that was contrary to her outward confidence.
On the final night they had both been drinking when Tom had suggested they take a walk together along the beach. She'd been reluctant, but after a few more drinks had finally agreed. Once they were alone, he had tried to kiss her, but she had tripped him and he'd found himself lying in the sand. With unnerving ease, she'd rolled Tom on to his front and sat down straddling his back.
She'd pulled his arms back behind him and positioned them between her thighs. With his arms helplessly behind him he couldn't move and every time he tried, she simply squeezed her legs together, which sent pain through his shoulders.
"See if you can escape," she'd said knowing full well that that was impossible.
Her left foot was now right next to where his face lay in the sand and Tom instinctively kissed it. Maybe he'd just wanted to kiss her and if she wouldn't let him kiss her feet, then maybe he would settle for her foot. Or maybe he thought she might see it as a sign of submission and release him. If it was the later then it didn't work.
"Mmm, kiss again."
This wasn't how he'd imagined the first kiss would be, but then he didn't have any choice. When held helplessly in pain, it was advisable to follow orders.
Nadine had held him there for a several minutes before jumping up and running back up the beach to where others were milling around outside the bar. Now with both a sore knee and sore shoulders, Tom had limped after her.
"Held prisoner by a girl on a deserted beach," she'd teased him.
Tom felt like telling her where to go, but she was so damn attractive, plus he could see most of the other guys in the bar looking on jealously.
He'd stayed and she'd bought him a beer and tried to make light of the situation, but Tom guessed that there was something more at play. Maybe she didn't like being intimate, or maybe she was just a sadist. He wasn't sure, but something was off inside this cute girl's head.
After the holiday Nadine had made sure they stayed in touch with regular emails and FaceTime. She had now invited him to stay with her at her chalet in the French Alps. He had no idea what she did or how she owned a chalet at her age. Maybe she had rich parents, although she'd been very reluctant to talk about them or indeed much about herself or her childhood.
Although Tom fancied her like crazy, he knew she was a complicated woman and if he was honest, was apprehensive of how this might go. Nadine had already proved herself to be unpredictable, violent and sadistic. But as Tom flicked through photos from the holiday and refreshed his memory on her face, her body, those shorts, he knew he had to accept her invitation.
When Tom arrived at the airport Nadine was sitting with her legs crossed on top of a stack of airport trolleys. She was wearing khakis green jeans, a black leather jacket and black leather boots. Her long hair was hanging down, framing her doll like, high cheekbone face.
It wasn't until he had walked right up to him that she finally acknowledged him and stood up and gave him the briefest hug. She barely touched him, but the same scent and perfume immediately took him back to the holiday.
"You look great" she smiled as she effortless slipped Tom's passport from his hand.
"It's great to see you too."
Nadine had already opened the passport and was smiling at the photo.
"Oh it's cute" she said as she closed his passport and slipped it into the back pocket of her jeans.
Tom was about to ask for it back when Nadine walked off through the arrivals hall and out to her car. Tom admired her body which looked every bit as good as he'd remembered. The jeans may have been new, but their shape told him that the body inside was just as good.
Squeezed inside her back pocket, his passport had already shaped to the curve of her butt. He smiled as he wondered whether that might be a metaphor for him on this holiday. As they climbed into her Peugeot and she sat down in the shaped seat, his passport became further crushed beneath her.
Nadine didn't talk much as they drove, she kept her eyes on the road with only a very occasional glance at her passenger. An hour had passed before they reached a small town in the foothills of the Alps. It was now after midnight and the town was deserted as Nadine continued to drive for a few more minutes up a small road leading further up the mountain.
Her chalet was isolated with no neighbours in sight. It was small with only one bedroom and old, although had been well renovated. They entered through the heavy wooden door that Nadine closed with a thud behind them. She placed her fingertip on a sensor by the side of the door which beeped and lights flashed. Probably some sort of security system, although Tom couldn't tell whether it was designed to keep people out, or keep people in, or both.
Inside the lights were already on and the living room was warm with an open fire that had burned down to the embers. Nadine put another log on as Tom looked around for a place to put his suitcase.
They had kissed, albeit briefly, but hadn't gone any further and Tom had wondered what sleeping arrangements Nadine might propose. He wasn't even sure what he would choose. Even though he found her stunningly attractive, there was something about her that made her appear 'off limits'. That something was nothing to do with her being the opposite sex, he was more at ease and more successful with woman that most guys. But Nadine had proved herself to be unpredictable, defensive and at times unkind.
Tom still knew very little about her, she seemed to have money, yet he had no idea what she did for a living. She had several houses and travelled a lot, yet had few friends and seemingly no family.
Nadine led Tom into the bedroom which was filled with a beautiful iron framed double bed with new white sheets. She stood by the bed, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Tom put down his case and walked up to her.
"It's fantastic to see you again," he said as he slowly and cautiously kissed her on the lips.
Nadine tentatively kissed him back and so he eased the black leather jacket off her shoulders and on to the floor. Her breathing increased as she started to undo his belt and fumbled with the button fly on his jeans. Encouraged by her reaction, he slipped his hand under the back of her fitted white t-shirt and started to lift. Within seconds her t-shirt also fell to the floor. Underneath her body was warm, even hot, and her tight white bra barely contained her aroused nipples.
Tom reached down and felt her bare stomach. She moaned, but it was a combination of fear and concern. Oblivious to this, Tom started to unbutton her jeans.
"Tom..."
He continued to unbutton the green denim and started to ease her jeans down over her hips. He was about to pull her against him when without warning she grabbed him around the neck. He couldn't breathe and within seconds he was on his knees, looking directly at the cutest, most innocent pair of white panties.
But Nadine wasn't finished. As he tried to gasp some air, she stepped over him so that his head was between her legs. His head was now close to her crotch, with plenty of leverage for her long legs to squeezed. It wasn't playful, it was more like a wrestling hold. Tom was becoming disorientated as the pressure built. Her legs that had looked so cute in those tight shorts were now preventing him from breathing. If he couldn't get out of them they would kill him.
It seems like ages, but it was only a few seconds later when Nadine released her grip and let him fall to the floor, he fell panting to his hands and knees.
"Nadine?"
Tom didn't know what to think, how could things have changed so quickly? She was standing in front of him, stripped to her underwear in almost a fighting stance. She looked upset, even frightened. She was shivering and there were tears starting to form in her eyes.
"Nadine, what's wrong... I'm sorry... I thought you wanted ..."
Nadine was now standing against the bedroom wall with her arms wrapped defensively around her. "I'm sorry," she kept repeating.
"Look maybe I should leave."
Tom looked out through the undrawn bedroom window to see the snow now falling heavily in the darkness outside. Shit, he knew something like this would happen with this crazy French girl.
Nadine had now retreated to the ensuite bathroom and was trying to turn the lock to secure herself inside. Judging by her language, mostly in French, the lock was failing to engage. She opened the ensuite and Tom saw again how frightened she was. There were tears in her eyes and she now clutched a pillow against her.
She obviously felt threatened with him in the house, but what could he do? As far as he know, the road up to the chalet was probably now blocked with snow and he didn't much like the idea of standing in the cold outside or spending the night in her car. But more importantly, he didn't want to leave her like this. He had to make sure she was OK.
He looked around and saw a large wooden trunk standing in the corner of her bedroom, it must have been five foot long, two foot wide and almost three foot high. The old oak had split slightly at the joints, although age hadn't weakened it at all, the wood was probably now harder than its old iron supports. There was a key sticking out of the heavy iron lock.
"It's OK Nadine, I'll wait here."
Tom lifted the lid to find the box empty, kicked off his shoes and stepped inside. Without taking his eyes off his hostess, he lay down inside and lowered the lid down on top of him. He watched through the cracks as Nadine stood indecisively trying to decide what to do.
"Just turn the key," he called from inside the trunk.
"I can't."
"Please do it!"
"It not your fault, it's..." she stopped herself from going on.
Finally Nadine darted across the room and grabbed the key in her perfectly manicured hand. In almost desperation, she turned it, pulled it out and threw it across the room where it hit and broke a photo which clattered to the floor.
Tom continued to watch as Nadine sat on the edge of her bed with her knees drawn up in front of her. Her brown hair was now lying wildly around her head and her unusual perfect make up now smudged. At least she was starting to calm down, her breathing was slower and she looked more composed.
"Thank you," she said finally as she looked over to the wooden trunk. "Just give me time."
Nadine slowly uncurled herself and slinked across to the trunk and sat down on the lid, her white panties, resting on top of the roughly hewn planks. The wooden lid creaked slightly under her weight, after which there was silence other than for Nadine's breathing.
"I'm sorry" she repeated as she sat delicately above him.
This he hadn't expected. This was a side of Nadine that he'd not seen, he doubted anyone had. He had unwittingly turned the usually confident woman into a quivering mess. He'd kissed her, but it was her that had started to undress him.
"Can I help?" he asked.
There was no response, but he could tell from further creaking above him and the change in the way that the light filtered through the cracks that she was now lying down on the lid, curled up in the foetal position.
"Nadine?"
"Nadine?"
There was no answer, shit she was asleep. He hadn't planned to spend the first night locked in a box, but it didn't look as though he had much choice now. That was obviously what the crazy girl wanted.
He ran his fingertip around the inside of the keyhole. If he had the key he would be able to unlock it, but he didn't. Anyway she was still lying on top. Tom lay there waiting for her to wake up, but she didn't. It had been a long day and before long he too fell asleep.
He woke a few hours later to find the box hot and airless, the cracks that should have let in enough air were still covered by Nadine's body which in turn was now covered by a duvet. The air trapped under the duvet had been warmed by her hot body and this heated air had now filtered down through the cracks and into the trunk below.
"Nadine?
Again no response. At least she was breathing calmly and peacefully.
He felt a tiny draft of cool air stream in through the empty key hole. He looked out longingly through the key hole to the beautifully cool bedroom outside. He took a few breaths of the cool air and then lay back down and waited.
The next time Tom woke, the box was unlocked and the lid open. He climbed out and looked around at the empty bedroom. He used the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face and into his mouth. Then, still dressed in the same jeans and white shirt, he walked apprehensively out to the kitchen.
Nadine was standing there dressed in black tights, green mini skirt and white jumper and looked as good as ever. Her usual confidence was back, although slightly tempered by a look of apprehension and embarrassment.
"I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have tried to make out." Tom said.
"It was late," she smiled back. It was a poor answer and she knew it.
Tom looked at her trying to make sense of the situation and what had happened the previous evening.
"What are you not telling me?"
Nadine started to make him some coffee, but fumbled with the cup which clattered on to the wooden working surface.
"Why did you invite me here Nadine?"
Nadine stayed silent."
"If you don't tell me then I'll have to leave."
Tom waited and then walked towards the front door which was locked, with no key in the key hole.
"I have a problem with intimacy... the way it forces me to trust...to lose control." she finally whispered/
Tom stood motionless as she continued to talk to him. Her arms were crossed, her legs were crossed, she barely made eye contact, but at least she was opening up.
"I try to hide it by staying confident and in control, but last night I lost it. Whenever anyone enters my personal zone I freak out, that's why I've learned to physically defend myself. Anyone who gets near me usually regrets it." Nadine felt good to share this with someone, even if she fully expected him to make a run for the door.
"I invited you here to try and get over this. Making love to you has been in my mind for ages." She looked at Tom who had walked back and was resting on the arm of the sofa. He was still there and still listening.
"Last night when you started to undress me, I panicked, it was an instinctive reaction."
"But you are an amazingly capable woman, I can't imagine you ever lose control." This was not a platitude, Tom was still uneasy about how quickly she'd overpowered him.
Nadine looked frustrated and hit the palm of her hand into the wall. "It doesn't matter how hard I train or how strong I get, I still think someone will be stronger and hurt me."
Tom tried to unravel the enigma of this woman. He was tall, slim and well toned, but not what you'd call strong. He was also very relaxed by nature, very unthreatening and very unlikely to turn to violence. Let's face it, if he was to fight Nadine, he would lose. Maybe she found this attractive.
"So when I was in the trunk?" he asked.
"That was fine, I wasn't just relying on myself then, you were physically restrained."
"Do you want me to stay?" he asked.
"Of course I do, but I understand if you want to go. I won't keep you here against your will."
Tom was taken aback by her statement. He'd never really thought about it like that, but then again she could easily hold him prisoner in her secluded chalet if she chose to. Maybe she had considered it. Why wouldn't she, if that was what was required to get for over her fear of intimacy. The idea was both scary and exciting.
He looked at her again. Same pretty eyes and same body to die for, but now nervous, almost defeated. One more look at her eyes and Tom had made a decision.
"I'll take my coffee in the trunk."
"What?" she was confused.
Nadine's big eyes opened even wider. She called after Tom as he left the room, but got no reply. She quickly poured out two black coffees, she didn't take milk or sugar and so neither would he, and followed him into her bedroom.
"What are you doing?" she ask again.
"Just lying in the trunk."
"You're crazy!"
"No, I like lying in trunks," he continued.
Nadine shrugged her shoulders and held out the coffees.
"Thank you," he smiled as he took a coffee and placed it next to him inside the open trunk.
He hadn't noticed her boots before, black leather, reaching almost to her knee. Nice. His eyes worked their way up her body until he reached her face which showed both surprise and confusion. He looked back with a casual smile and sipped his coffee.
"Lock me in please."
"Don't be silly."
"Sit on the lid if you like."
"No this isn't fair on you," she protested.
He would have to make it even easier for her and so carefully lowered the heavy lid above him.
"Just turn the key."
Nadine smiled for the first time as she stood looking down at the closed trunk. Her black knee high boot, her black tights leading up to the tight mini skirt, an outfit that may have looked sexy, but was actually designed to provide her body with multiple layers of protection. Now she had an extra layer of thick wood.
"OK I'll sit on you crazy person." Nadine compromised as she turned and neatly sat down on the trunk.
"Lock it too."
"All right!" she smiled as she reached down and turned the key.
"You feeling OK?" he asked.
"Fine, very fine. My crazy mind likes this," she smiled sadly.
"Great."
"Right great, I can date any guy as long as he's locked up."
Nadine moved so that she was sitting on the bed facing the trunk, less than a meter away. She felt a sense of relief that she had shared her secret. She no longer had to maintain her ultra confident act. Maybe she didn't yet have an answer to her problem, but at least she had someone who was willing to help.
"Can you take the key out of the hole?"
"Why?"
"So I can see you."
It seemed strange having a conversation in a seemingly empty room, but Nadine did as the voice asked and placed the large key on the bed and then sat on top of it.
"OK, the key's gone."
"So I see." Tom replied, looking jealously on at the key that was now underneath her cute butt.
At least the empty keyhole gave Tom a good view of his hostess. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her boots neatly side by side, her legs together, her mini skirt stretched tightly over her thighs. She was sitting bolt upright, with her hands resting in her lap. Her eyes were shining slightly from the remains of a tear, but her lips formed a half smile. The trace of vulnerability that he'd sensed before was everywhere and he found it very attractive. He was determined to help her beat this.
"Did you find last night in anyway sexy?" Tom asked carefully.
"Fuck yeah, I loved your kiss."
Tom smiled to himself, he'd found it amazing too, her soft moaning had been so cute.
Nadine continued. "When I had you on your knees, I wish I'd kept you down there..."
Tom smiled again, maybe this girl wasn't as innocent as she seemed. "Rather than crush my windpipe and drop me to the floor," he joked.
Nadine looked uncomfortable and crossed her legs and tucked her mini skirt in even more tightly around her thighs.
"I'm sorry," Tom replied, "I wish you'd kept me down there too."
Tom closed his eyes and pictured the trunk that Nadine had locked him inside. It was old and ornate, with heavy iron handles in various places. All Nadine would have to do was to use a piece of rope to connect the handle on the front of the trunk and the handle on the lid. With the right amount of slack in the rope, she could then unlock the trunk knowing that the lid would only open by a few inches. Not enough for him to escape, but enough for them to kiss again.
Nadine had been only too pleased to try his plan and had knotted and knotted again a piece of rope to both handles. Only once she had tied yet more knots to each ends did she pick up the trunk key from the bed and was still warm from her body. She pushed the key in the lock, sending clanging sounds around the small wooden interior. As soon as he heard the all important clicks, Tom pushed up on the lid.
Tom pushed harder, trying to get all the slack possible from the securely tied rope.
"Problem?" Nadine was now kneeling on the floor and looking straight into Tom's eyes.
"It doesn't open very far."
"No, it doesn't," Nadine eyes bore into his.
"Is it enough for us to kiss?"
"I hope so."
Tom strained against the confines of the small opening, but still couldn't reach her lips that were tantalisingly out of reach. He knew she had to take it slow and that was fine, it was so nice to see the confidence return to her face.
A few seconds later Tom remembered he could also reach a hand through the gap. He gently cupped the back of Nadine's neck and eased her face towards him. Their lips touched, a touch that made them both jump. They touched again, Tom anxious not to take things too fast. Upset her now and he may never get out of the trunk. This unknown sense of danger made the experience all the more sensual. His life was literally dependent on whatever crazy thoughts were running through this girl's mind.
Nadine experimented with different ways to kiss her captive, always staying in control, always able to pull away if needed. If she really needed space she knew she could just sit on the lid and seal him back inside.
Tom was still enjoying the moment when Nadine pulled away and stood up. Desperate for more, Tom reached, but this time caught Nadine around her thighs. He pulled her towards the small opening between the trunk and its lid that had become his only window on the world. Tom buried his lips into the front of her mini skirt and listened to Nadine's cries of excitement.
Both of Tom's hands were now reaching through the gap, one wrapped around the back of her thighs, the other trying to undo her tight green mini skirt. If he could just release the catch then he could ease the skirt down over her hips. He was desperate to see what was hidden underneath. But just as he had released the catch, Nadine turned and sat down on the lid.
This time it was Tom's turn to cry out, this time in pain. His hands were still sticking out of the box and his forearms were now taking the full force of her weight.
"Wow," Nadine breathed as she sat there oblivious to the plight of the guy beneath.
"Nadine, please!"
"Opps."
Nadine had seen the problem. She leaned forward so that she reduced her weight on the trunk. It reduced the pain in his arms, but he still couldn't pull his hands back inside. Shit, this woman was slim enough, but with even part of her weight channelled through his arms he was helplessly pinned.
Tom tried to lift the lid using his arms and shoulders, but nothing happened. He tried again until his shoulders ached. He really was in a very subservient position.
"Nadine?" he found himself calling out her name a lot. "Nadine?"
"Yes?" she replied in her sweetest French accent.
She held him there for a few more seconds before standing up and lifting the lid. With his hands safely back inside the box she reclosed the lid, locked it and sat on it again.
"You are a fantastic kisser," Tom was not exaggerating.
Nadine loved the compliment. Up until now, she'd never experienced more than a quick, nervous peck on the lips. It felt wonderful to really kiss and even better that he liked it, even if she'd had to keep her 'lover' under lock and key.
She found herself bouncing slightly as she sat. The feeling of his lips against her skirt had been out of this world. She'd never let anyone touch her there before. While regular sex was still a frightening prospect, his gentle lips on her terms was wonderful and something that she already wanted more of.
Tom could see the curves of her body through the splits in the wood. She was a beautiful woman and the barrier that had to be between them was already frustrating him, although he knew that if he rushed her he would lose her and maybe lose a lot more.
He smiled to himself, kissing Nadine through the partly opened box had certainly been amazing, but he couldn't spend his like inside a box. What would that be like? Although if any girl could have make that worth his while then he guessed it would be Nadine.
"So what next?" she asked nervously.
"We could take a walk? Outside of the trunk?"
Nadine replied in French, something she did when she didn't know what to say.
"Could I tie you up a little?" she asked finally returning to English.
It had taken over an hour for them to leave the chalet. Nadine had been on a high from their kiss and hated the idea that she would lose this feeling once she let Tom out of the trunk. She'd changed into her green jeans and white top and then changed again into blue jeans. She delayed and delayed and finally sat on the box for a further ten minutes just playing with her phone.
Only when she had run out of excuses did she reluctantly untie the heavily knotted rope and insert the key and turn. Without even lifting the lid for him, Nadine slipped on her thick ski jacket and white woollen hat and gloves and waited outside the front of the chalet.
Nadine hadn't been satisfied that she could properly tie Tom with the small piece of rope that she had and so they had agreed to buy something better in town.
Tom followed her down the narrow snow covered footpath that led away from the chalet and down into the valley. It was beautiful sunny day and the heavy snow from the previous evening still hung on the branches, but Nadine hardly noticed as she walked in silence. In fact she didn't say anything until they arrived outside one of the larger shops. Tom could immediately see what she was looking at.
"Maybe I can buy you a present?" he smiled.
"Maybe, if you want to."
"Nadine, I'll do whatever it takes," Tom smiled kindly as he pulled the door for her.
She looked up and down the street and then ran up the steps and inside. She pointed to a few items and then walked back out almost as quickly as she'd come in leaving Tom to make the purchases.
Four large padlocks and six meters of high security chain was an unusual present to give to a new girlfriend, but Nadine seemed to appreciate the gift.
"I know it's crazy," she apologised as she held his hand for a second and then had to let go.
"Whatever the girl wants," he smiled.
"Thank you for understanding."
He certainly didn't, but he looked forward to trying to work her out.
Tom was disappointed that Nadine hadn't wanted to stop for a coffee as he followed her back up the footpath. Nadine climbed quickly up the steep and rocky path leaving Tom trying to keep up. Again he found himself admiring her body, her legs, her butt. He desperately hoped that they could fulfil her dream of making love together at some point soon.
Nadine stopped a few minutes further up the path and starting pulling the padlocks out of their packaging and threaded all the keys on to a single key ring. She then unlocked all four padlocks and slipped the key ring into the back pocket of her jeans. The jeans were so tight and the key ring so full that its shape was clearly visible to Tom as he finally reached the spot where she'd stopped.
"OK." Tom stood there in the snow not quite sure what position to adopt and finally deciding to hold his hands together in front of him.
"Behind your back is best." she said.
That would make climbing the path tricky, but OK.
Nadine wrapped the chain around one of his wrists and then again around the other wrist and used a single padlock in the middle to lock both small loops of chain. It wasn't the first time she'd thought about this and she knew that unlike a single loop around both wrists, this would be totally impossible to escape from.
She then wrapped the chain around his waist and padlocked it back to itself so that Tom's wrists were held tightly in the small of his back. With plenty of the long chain still available, she looped it up and held it in her hand. Happy with the way she'd chained him up, Nadine reached up and kissed him on the lips.
"Hi boyfriend," she said feeling good about the kiss..
"Hi girlfriend," he replied, thinking that to be a more advisable reply than 'hi fucked up crazy girl.'
It was rare for Nadine to smile, but that's what she did as she continued on up the path towing Tom behind her. She was taking a walk with her sexy boyfriend by her side, without the protection of a crowd of people and yet she wasn't freaking out. She turned to him and smiled again and he had smiled back. She continued to stride up the path, trying not to think about the slightly unusual feature of their relationship.
Once back at the chalet, Nadine pulled Tom into the centre of the open plan living area and padlocked the end of the chain around the large timber column that supported the chalet roof. As soon as the padlock clicked, she walked off into the bedroom.
Tom was pleased to find that the length of the chain allowed him to reach one end of the large sofa. With his hands still locked behind his back, he dropped down to rest, exhausted after keeping pace with his ultra fit girlfriend as she had powered up the mountain. He had long since stopped trying to slip out of the chains and so just passed the time by looking through the large picture windows at the snowy peaks outside. He tried to pick out the paths and ski runs that crisscrossed the mountain, even though he hadn't much hope of getting out and enjoying them.
When Nadine returned all thoughts of the mountains disappeared. She was wearing the sexiest tan patterned, mid-thigh length summer dress. Tom was speechless for a moment as he took in the sight. The dress had thin straps that passed over her tanned shoulders, then swept down over her breasts to a belt that hugged her narrow waist and then dropped casually over her hips and finally fanned out over her thighs. As she twirled around, the dress was unable to keep up with her athletic body, riding up to reveal even more of her long legs that were extenuated by brown heels. Only as she finished her twirl did her dress and long brown hair catch up.
Tom had never seen Nadine in a dress before, very few people had. Dresses made her feel even more vulnerable than usual, providing her body very little protection. Jeans and shorts felt more protective, particularly when tightly buttoned and belted over her hips.
In the past she'd even taking to padlocking her jeans around her waist. One correctly sized padlock snapped shut around the popper and there was no way for anyone to undress her. Without the key there was no way for her to undress herself. She thought back to one occasion when she'd been on holiday with a girlfriend. One evening she'd returned to her hotel room to find that the small padlock key had been tidied away by housekeeping. With no key and nothing in the hotel room that she could use to cut the denim, she had spent the night locked inside the jeans that had seemed to hug her more tightly as the hours passed.
"You look beautiful," Tom said as he interrupted Nadine's thoughts.
"It feels strange," she was fidgeting.
"That's OK, let's take it slow."
She nodded nervously.
"Take a seat?" he offered nodding towards the other end of sofa.
Nadine hesitated.
"It's OK, the chain won't reach to that end." Tom proceeded to demonstrate that the far end of the sofa was outside of the small circle of freedom that she'd given him.
Nadine sat down facing towards him, her legs were slightly apart and as she fidgeted the short dress rode up revealing most of her thighs. Tom had been aroused even before Nadine had slipped into that dress, now his arousal was clearly visible as a bulge in his jeans.
"How're you feeling?" he asked.
"Nice, I feel calm, but this isn't fair on you."
Nadine's eyes followed Tom's as he glanced down into his lap. Seeing his excitement, she looked down at her own outfit and coyly closed and crossed her legs.
"You like this dress then?"
"I love everything about you."
Feeling embarrassed about what he'd just said, Tom stood up and walked over the kitchen area and was just able to pick up a bottle of wine behind his back. He then walked back to the sofa without realising that he'd walked back via the other side of the column. With the chain now wrapped a full turn around the column, Tom's radius of freedom had become much smaller and he could no longer reach the sofa.
"Keep going," Nadine smiled from across the room.
Tom played along and walked twice more around the thick wooden column so that the chain now pinned his hands to the column.
"Aren't you going to pour the wine?" she asked.
"Slight problem..."
Nadine jumped up and ran over and kissed him briefly on the lips before taking the wine from his chained up hands. Tom unwound himself and returned to the sofa to find that Nadine had placed his glass of red wine on the coffee table with a drinking straw sticking out.
"Is this the French way to drink wine?"
"No!" Nadine was taken aback by the suggestion. "But you're not French and you have a problem with your hands."
"Yes." And a problem with that dress he thought to himself as he shifted again to relieve the pressure down below.
Nadine sat drinking her wine, looking at Tom intently as he sucked on his wine. She could tell that his arms and shoulders were aching by the way he kept trying to stretch. She founds it sad to watch, as there was absolutely no way he could relieve the pain without her keys. He may be too polite to mention it, but she would have to release him soon.
She thought back to how Tom had pushed his lips against her tight miniskirt the night before. The memory sent a surge of excitement through her body especially now she felt so exposed in the short flared dress. What would it be like if Tom was to kiss her there again? The small hairs on her legs stood on end as she daydreamed.
In her own time, Nadine stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She returned a moment later with a sheepish look on her face and the keys rattling in her hand.
"Can I put you in the trunk?" she said apologetically.
Tom nodded, a little disappointed that that seemed to be a step backwards in Nadine's therapy. However, she would first have to unchain him from the column.
As instructed, he lay on his front on the wooden floor with Nadine's knee pushing down on the back of his neck, she evidently still needed that extra control.
He waited while Nadine tried key after key to unlock his hands and the chain around his waist. As the keys rattled above him, Tom turned his head a little to find that he was directly beneath her skirt and could look up at her cute little butt just above his head. He smiled as yet another key didn't fit the lock.
No sooner had Nadine unlocked all the padlocks, than she relocked one end of the chain around Tom's ankles, again with two small loops and the padlock connecting then both in the middle. The idea of walking in the mountains still seemed very remote.
Tom then hopped over to the trunk and dropped down inside on to a folded blanket. Nadine closed the lid and sat on it while she again tied the rope between the handles on the lid and the front of the trunk. She finally stood up and waited.
As she knew he would, Tom pushed up on the lid as far as it would go.
"Now what did you think of my dress?" Nadine prompted.
Tom looked through the opening, this time seeing the hem of her short dress and her beautifully toned bare thighs. He reached through and pulled her towards him, flicked up her dress and planted his lips against her upper thigh.
"Oh my God." she cried.
He hadn't even started, this could get noisy. He worked his way around the trim of her black underwear and watched the goose bumps instantly appear. He then buried his lips into the front of her black underwear and felt her shake.
"Fuck... fuck!"
Nadine was almost screaming, but she pushed herself harder up against the side of the box. His lips were now back to the hem of her panties, tiny kisses all the way along. No one had ever touched her like that. She felt his lips move back to the centre of her underwear, shit he was pushing against her clit.
Why wasn't she freaking out, panicking? She was actually enjoying being touched down there. She felt his tongue slide underneath the hem of her panties. Wow the feeling was even more amplified. He had touched her clit, her head was starting to spin. She pulled away and took a step back to steady herself.
Still reeling from the almost instant orgasm, she turned and sat down hard on the lid. It thumped down, pushing Tom's head with it.
No sooner had the box closed, than Nadine turned the key and pulled it from the keyhole. There was no way anyone would get in or out of the trunk until she was ready. What was inside was just too amazing for words and it was all hers.
"Nadine, you good?" Tom asked carefully.
"Oh yeah," the French woman purred.
Nadine moved to the bed and started to slip her hands under her own dress. She stopped as looked back over at the box.
"Are you watching me?"
"No."
Nadine reached under her dress and removed her panties which she started to poke into the keyhole. With Tom's window on the world now closed. Nadine lay on her bed, stimulating herself with her own hand. She had a sexy guy in her bedroom. He'd kissed her passionately. He'd stuck his tongue inside her panties.
"Nadine?" Tom asked from his now dark box.
"Nadine?"
There was no answer. Shit, he could tell from her breathing that Nadine was asleep. A lunchtime sleep, surely she didn't take siestas? He looked around the inside of the locked box. Note to self, never over stimulate your captor or she'll get exhausted and fall asleep.
With nothing else to do, he relieved his own sexual tension which didn't take long. He then re-examined the trunk, if there was a way to slip out then maybe he would. Another glass of wine would be nice. He checked the lock and the hinges. He then checked each plank of wooden, something must be loose. He pushed with his feet, but everything felt rock solid.
OK there was no way he could ever escape from her box, but there was also no way he was going to sleep, he was too hyped on his new role as Nadine's sex slave.
