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Locks

(unfinished)

The new couple who had moved into the apartment below mine seemed to be rather reclusive, I thought. Although I worked at home most of the time, I hardly ever caught sight of either of them. I had met her a few times on the stairs during the day, which seemed to indicate that she didn't go out to work. I had only seen him twice, both times dressed in a long black leather coat. He was a tall, graceful man with dark, saturnine good looks that would melt the heart of any woman. They certainly caused a certain liquidity in me. She was a good match for him, also tall and slim with short spiky straw-blonde hair and strong sexy features. She too seemed to inhabit a long black leather coat. I had noticed unusual gold earrings and vivid lipstick, but not much else. I guessed they were in their thirties.

One afternoon, temporarily up to date with my work, I decided to call on her and introduce myself - partly out of sheer good-neighbourliness, and partly, I confess, out of nosiness. I took a bottle of wine out of the fridge as a welcome gift, and knocked on their door. At first I thought there was no-one in, but eventually the door opened and she was there, smiling quizzically.

'Hi, I live upstairs. I thought it was time I introduced myself and made friends. I, uh, brought you a house-warming present.'

I fumbled my words a bit because I was distracted by her appearance. Although it was afternoon she wore a full-length dressing-gown in black silk, as if she'd just got up - well, maybe she worked nights. And her gold earrings were shaped like miniature padlocks.

'I, uh, hope I didn't wake you up or anything.'

She looked down at her gown. 'Oh, no, I always wear this around the house. Come in, I'm sorry I haven't had time to come up and introduce myself. What a nice thought! My name's Adrianka.'

‘I’m Gina.’ We shook hands and I caught a whiff of her perfume, very sharp and sexy. I went through into their lounge and she indicated she would get some glasses. 'That is, if you don't mind drinking during the day.'

I told her I was happy to drink at any time. She opened the bottle and we drank to each other's health. Her rather formal manner contrasted with the sensuous way she curled up on the sofa and wrapped the silk gown around her. From her accent I suspected she was German. I was also half-conscious of a slight tinkling sound now and then. Perhaps they had windchimes, or a canary in a cage.

We got talking and I tried not to appear as if I was interrogating her. I learned that they were Dutch, her husband's name was Kees (she pronounced it like ‘case’) and he worked in a local bank. They had been living in Britain for some time, and travelled home every month to see relatives. An ordinary couple, but certain things puzzled me subconsciously. I asked her if she had a job.

'I work from home. I run an on-line forum.'

Now I'm a total computer illiterate, and she had to explain what that was. I asked her what the forum was concerned with, and she grinned at me, her eyes crinkling attractively.

'Erotica. We swap erotic stories, fantasies, sexual matters, things like that.'

My mouth fell open, and I closed it again. I'm not a prude, but I admit I haven't had much experience of the byways of human sexuality. I hadn't realise that such things existed.

'Are you shocked?'

I said that I wasn't, which was a lie. 'Does . . . does your husband know?'

She burst out laughing, and I heard the tinkling sound again.

'Of course he knows! Why shouldn't he? Here, let me fill your glass.'

As she bent forward I heard the sound again. It seemed to be coming from her. Naively I said, 'What's that noise?'

'What?'

'That tinkling sound. Can't you hear it?'

She sat back and smiled at me with a very direct gaze that I found hard to return. I looked at her padlock earrings instead.

'Now, I'm not sure you're ready for this.'

'Ready for what?'

'You'll be shocked, I promise you.'

My curiosity was aroused. I may shock easily, but I'm also incurably nosy.

'No, I won't be. Come on, tell me!'

She shrugged, then grinned at me. 'Well, I warned you.'

She stood up and let her gown fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, and I gasped. She was right, I was shocked. My eyes flicked unbelievingly over her body, trying to assimilate what I saw. I'll describe it in some sort of order, rather than the confused impressions I had at the time.

As I said, she was naked. Her body was slender and evenly tanned, her stomach flat, her breasts high and firm. She wore a gold chain around her neck which held a small gold key. Her dark, solid nipples sprang proudly from large aureoles. Each nipple was pierced and easily supported the weight of a gold padlock, similar to the ones in her ears. The padlocks were linked by a gold chain, and two more chains curved downwards across her belly to her crotch.

She was completely shaven, her mons full and padded. Her labia were thick and slightly open, and her clitoris jutted slightly from their junction. It too was pierced by another gold padlock which held the ends of the chains from her nipples.

She sat down and placed one foot on the sofa, opening her thighs so that I could see all of her crotch. A large black object protruded from her vulva; it had two lugs on it which held more padlocks. These were threaded through holes in her outer labia, effectively locking it in position. As a final touch she wore a gold ankle chain, and her toenails were painted to match her lipstick.

I stared at her, breathing hard, for what seemed like a lifetime. My mouth wouldn't work.

'I told you you'd be shocked.' she said softly.

I finally got a word out. 'Why...?'

'Why? Because I like it, of course. Why else?'

'You mean... it's...'

'It turns me on. Very very much. I'm on a permanent sexual high. You should try it.' She was looking at me with that direct gaze and amused smile all the time, completely unfazed.

I took a large swig of wine. I wanted to ask her all about it, what it felt like, how she managed everyday things, but I didn't know how to begin.

'You're interested, aren't you?' she said. 'I can tell. And I think - am I right? - that you're a little bit turned on by it. Yes?'

I forced myself to nod. I had never admitted, except in the heat of passion, that I was sexually aroused before.

'You can talk about it, you know. I can tell you want to. Oh, just to complete the picture -' She got up, turned round and bent over, thrusting her bottom towards me. I saw something white and round sticking out of her anus. It shocked me into catatonia again.

She sat down again, casually exposing her crotch to me, and began to talk. Gradually I found the courage to ask questions.

'Kees and I got into this about ten years ago. We had some friends who were into it and they persuaded us to try it. We never looked back. Kees has a similar outfit - I expect you'll see it later. I was a bit uncomfortable at first, but it was such a turn-on that I persevered. Now I couldn't live without it. I sleep chained up, I go out in it - I don't usually wear anything except a coat. Sometimes I take some bits off when I have sex - depends what we do.

'The padlocks are real. Kees has the key round his neck, and my key works his locks. We can't release ourselves, but we can release each other - if we want to. As you can see, I can't take this dildo out unless he unlocks it. It's quite an effective chastity belt! So it means that if I want to have sex with anyone, I have to ask him first. And vice versa.'

'What about - going to the loo?'

'It doesn't stop me having a pee. And the anal plug isn't locked.'

'Why do you wear it then?' I was very naive.

'It feels good, darling. You won't know how good until you try one!'

'You mean - you're wearing these - plugs - and everything all the time?'

'Mmm. Except when I want sex, of course. Then I have to get Kees to unlock me.'

'You mean - when you want sex with someone else?'

'Anyone, him or someone else. Well, that's not quite true. There's ways round it. I can't fuck anyone with this thing inside, can I? But there's lots of other ways to have sex, aren't there?'

I tried to think of what they might be. Really I had led a very sheltered life!

'But in fact I'm a faithful little wife. I don't have sex with anyone else unless Kees agrees. And he's the same. Usually we do it while the other one's there, it makes it more exciting. I'll ask him if I can have sex with you when he comes home. Will you stay for dinner?'

I took another gulp of wine. 'Um...'

'Come on, I'd love you to meet Kees, you'll like him. We can have such fun together. Tonight's when we usually shave each other - we can do you too. It's really a turn-on!'

She looked at her gold watch. 'He should be home soon. I can't wait! I get so excited every day!' She looked at me seriously. 'Oh, we tend to get a bit carried away at first. But don't be shocked, it's all right. I'd better put the dinner in the oven first.'

I wanted to make an excuse and leave, but I was rooted to the chair. The half-bottle of wine didn't help my willpower either. It was getting close to the coming-home time and if I didn't go soon it would be too late. I listened to Adrianka moving around the kitchen, singing to herself, naked apart from her chains, and felt myself growing more and more aroused. I knew then that I would stay.

I heard a key in the outer door. It was him! Adrianka heard it too and rushed from the kitchen, running her hand through her hair. They met in the lounge, he tall and dark in his leather coat, she naked and tinkling. Their kiss was passionate and uninhibited - Kees didn't seem to notice me at all. His wife fumbled with the buttons of his coat, and as she let it fall I gasped, shocked yet again.

He too was naked under the coat, his lean tanned body completely hairless. Like her, his nipples were pierced and sported gold padlocks. The chains hung down to - my God, his cock was huge, long, powerful, with two padlocks piercing his foreskin. Another chain went around his waist. Presumably he could pee without being unlocked, but it would be impossible to have intercourse. And the cock itself! The shaft was knobbly, like a knotty tree trunk. I learned later that he had small beads inserted under the skin, all around the shaft. I shivered as I looked at it.

Adrianka was down on her knees, her mouth around the head of his cock, fumbling to undo the padlocks. She got him free and he picked her up bodily and laid her over the arm of the sofa, her legs hanging down and her back arched. He undid the locks of her dildo with the key that hung round his neck. She was sobbing with the urgency of her desire.

He pulled the dildo out with a loud sucking noise and she gasped. Then he gripped her round the waist and plunged his massive knobbly cock into her, forcing a loud cry from her. He pumped mercilessly in and out of her with long, rasping strokes, the loud slurping noises mixing with their moans and the tinkling of their chains in a sexual symphony. I couldn't take my eyes off their naked, sweating bodies coupling violently not three feet in front of me.

His pace increased and she was taking his entire length deep into her on every stroke. It looked extremely painful, but from the noises she was making I guessed it was closer to paradise than hell. Suddenly they both went rigid, he forced himself another inch inside her, and they cried out in a simultaneous climax, their joined bodies jerking over and over again.

I was sweating and my throat was dry. Adrianka had been right when she said they got carried away. Still, as a method of welcome, it beat a peck on the cheek.

Eventually he withdrew from her and helped her upright. She tottered over to me and pulled me out of the chair.

'Darling, you must meet my new friend Gina, from the apartment upstairs.'

I felt so incongruous, shaking hands with a naked man whose half-erect cock dripped with his wife's juice cocktail. But Kees didn't seem to notice - maybe it was an everyday occurrence for him. He smiled at me. 'I hope Adrianka has made you welcome, Gina. I look forward to getting to know you.'

He took a handful of tissues and knelt in front of his wife, cleaning the fluids off her crotch and thighs while making small-talk with me. 'I hope you can stay for dinner.' God, this was weird!

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