Part 1

"Just that please." Ben mumbled as he nervously placed the steel chastity cage and padlock on the counter.

He was on his way back from drinks with the football team and the elation of winning combined with the alcohol had given him the courage to finally indulge one of his fantasies.

Careful not to make too much eye contact, he glanced briefly at the woman behind the counter, who smiled kindly as she wrapped the cage for him and took the cash. He was now really starting to feel embarrassed, but he had to continue with the plan.

"Do you know anyone who holds keys for people?"

"A keyholder?" the woman replied.

She was smiling at him again and Ben looked at her properly for the first time. She was pleasant enough, slim and about average height. She was older than him, maybe mid 40's, dressed in black jeans and black top and she had a piercing in her lip. She had long dark hair that hung untidily over a slim face that looked as though it had partied hard. Whether it was the woman, or just because he was in a sex shop, he found the smiling woman intimidating.

"I can look after your key." she replied, getting a kick from the look of terror on the face of the good looking guy.

"Umm..." he was losing it.

"Why don't I sell you a second padlock," the woman suggested as she took another lock from the shelf, "but this time without keys. You can use this padlock once you know the cage fits... if you're brave enough."

Ben tried to answer, but the sight of the woman unlocking the second lock, removing the keys and dropping them into the cleavage of her low cut top, took away his voice.

Amy felt the cold keys settle inside her bra. She knew she had a twisted sense of pleasure, she always had. To her, causing embarrassment to cute customers was just a perk of the job. "Would you like handcuffs with that?"

Ben shook his head. "What do I do if I use your padlock? I mean how can I unlock it?"

"You can't, I have the keys...didn't you see me drop from between my breasts."

The woman slowly touched her breasts, by which point Ben was struggling to swallow on a dry throat.

"I mean, how do I get them back?"

"The keys, or my breasts?"

"The keys!"

"You come back here on one of the days when I'm working... and beg." she had a teasing look on her face.

"Will I have to pay you?" Ben's was trying to make sense of her offer.

"Yes."

"How much?"

"I'll tell you when you return."

It had been a week since Ben had bought the chastity cage and it fitted well. The ring fitted tightly and the cage was cruelly small and yet it was comfortable and easy to hide under clothing. He found that in the shower he could just slip his cock out, but there was no way he could ever remove the device from his ball, the locked steel clamped down on them just too tightly.

Up to now, he'd only used the padlock that had come with keys. The 'keyless' padlock, 'her' padlock, had remained untouched on his desk. For most of the time he'd had the keys in his possession, apart from one time when his ex-girlfriend had come around to watch a movie and he'd put the keys under the sofa cushion where she was sitting. She didn't know, of course, but it still gave him a thrill knowing that he couldn't get at the keys while she was there.

It was now time to take the next step and so after too much whiskey, he removed 'his' padlock and locked himself up with 'hers'. Fuck, that was it, this woman now had him locked in chastity. What was her name? He hadn't asked her. In fact he knew almost nothing about her other than where she worked.

Not being able to remove the cage was a huge turn on, even if it meant that he hadn't slept that night or gone to work the next day. Every time he thought about the cage, his cock swelled and the cage did its job. He'd spent hours lying on his bed, playing with the small gold padlock and replaying his memories of the woman in the shop.

Ben returned to the shop just before it closed on Friday. The woman was there, this time wearing a tight black top and a short red leather skirt that looked as if it was part of the stock. She looked up at him and smiled. He'd made an effort for her, wearing a tight black t-shirt to show off his athletic body and trim waist. Even his tan chinos were tight around the butt and just baggy enough at the front.

"Am I your keyholder now?" she asked in her smoky voice.

"Yes, four days now."

The woman walked to the front door of the shop and locked it. She walked back to him and he retreated a few steps away from her.

"In that case you've worked out how to pull your cock out. You're nowhere near as desperate as a guy that's been locked up for four days."

Shit, how did she know? There was no point in arguing with her though, he already knew he would lose.

"Pull down your trousers."

Ben looked surprised and glanced over to the front door.

"The door's locked," she said, in her husky voice, "which means that no one's coming in....and no one's going out...."

Fuck, was this crazy woman threatening him? Ben's cock was straining to get out as he unbuttoned himself to reveal the cage.

The woman seemed impressed. "Nice, no doubt many girls must think I'm a bitch."

She fetched a big bunch of keys that contained several key rings that were all connected together so that they jangled like a percussion instrument. She found the right one and inserted it into the lock on Ben's cage but didn't turn it. She then picked up a length of chain from a shelf and passed it around the back of Ben's waist and brought both ends to the front.

"Simple cure for pull outs." she announced as she clicked open the padlock, slipped both ends of the chain on to the shackle and then relocked it.

The one padlock now secured both the cage and the chain that she had pulled tightly around his waist. The waist chain held the cock ring hard against his body and he immediately knew that there was no was no way he would be able to slip his cock out to masturbate. He looked at the woman warily.

"That's ten dollars for the chain." she smiled pleasantly as he pulled up his trousers.

Padlocking stock to customers was a very effective sales technique, especially when backed up with the scary, semi-goth serving staff. Ben eyed her cautiously as he paid her and then walked around the shop trying to acclimatise to the new waist chain.

The woman watched him, smiled and shook her head. "You know a pair of bolt cutters would soon get you out of there."

"I won't do that."

"I know, but you could."

She walked up to him and held up her phone with a picture of a solid steel chastity belt. "That's the only thing that's secure."

"Fuck." Ben breathed, taken aback by how quickly the woman was upping the stakes.

"Shall I measure you up for one?"

Amy could tell that he was out of his depth, but the feeling between her legs drove her on. Locking up any guy felt good, but especially when they were young and cute. She knew he wouldn't sleep with her, so why should he sleep with anyone else? And anyway, the power of chastity could do strange things to a guy. Give him a couple of weeks of real denial and to him, his keyholder would be the most desirable woman in the world. Yes, she would use everything she had to take advantage of this guy.

She looked back at him. "Just crouch down and make sure the chain isn't too tight."

As he did as she asked, Amy walked up to him, opened her legs and rubbed her inner thigh against his face. He almost fell backwards with surprise and she helpfully steadied him with her other leg. She knew her legs were good for a woman of her age and that most guys became more co-operative after a few moments pinned between them.

"You know, I keep some of my keys in my panties." she breathed.

He automatically looked up into her red leather skirt to see the underwear in question. They were black and shiny and pulled tightly around an unusually sexy butt.

"But only when the keys need to be kept very safe... like keys to maximum security chastity belts... the ones where a lost key would mean a lifetime of celibacy."

Men were so easy to manipulate Amy thought as he stood up and again unbuttoned his trousers. She ran the tape measure around the parts of his body she needed to measure and some of those that she didn't.

"Too bad I can't get at this." she complained as she tapped the thick bars of the chastity cage and then kissed his cock through one of the small gaps.

'You can, you have the key!' Ben thought to himself as his cock tried with all its might to extend past the two inches that her cage allowed. Fuck, she looked sexy today.

Ben paid and left the shop and walked back to his flat where he spent a surreal evening alones. He had been so turned on by the older woman, whose he hadn't even slept with and probably never would. He had to release some of the sexual energy pumping around his body and after much trying had partially come with his cock crushed up painfully inside the cage. It hadn't been the best and now the cage seemed to hold him down even more tightly, as if in revenge. He'd survived like this for three more days before returning to the shop.

Again the woman was wearing the short red leather skirt, tight black top and high black heels. Again she had locked the front door behind him, although this time led him into a small room at the back of the shop. He gratefully dropped his trousers and watched with huge relief as she unlocked him and removed the cage.

His cock seemed to have grown and looked enormous. The woman, who was still crouched down in front of him slipped it into her mouth and sucked. Fuck, it was too good and over too soon. The woman looked up and licked her lips. Why was he letting this totally twisted woman do this to him?

The woman stood up, her tight leather skirt squeaking as it followed her body. She picked up a box and slowly unwrapped the heavy steel belt and gently folded it around his waist. It was beautifully made and moulded sexily around his hips. She pulled it up between his legs and squeezed his resting cock into a small tube inside the front metal casing. She pulled it all the way up and hooked it on to the front of the main body of the belt. It was tight.

"I love a guy in a belt." she said in her gravelly voice.

Ben tried to answer, but the sound of his heartbeat was too distracting.

The woman was holding a strange looking key which she inserted into the front of the belt and turned. She then ran her hands over him, checking how it fitted on his body and then motioned for him to kneel so that he could watch her closely. Ben hadn't forgotten what she'd said the week before and watched with excitement as her hand that held the key disappeared up inside her tight leather skirt and then reappeared a few seconds later without the key.

"Like a magic trick, now you see it, now you don't." she observed as she rolled her hips from side to side and made hand gestures like a magician's assistance.

'Crazy woman', Ben thought, 'magician's make people disappear in boxes or trunks, not in their assistant's panties!' But crazy or not, her legs were just as beautiful as before and her skirt was just as tight. Ben leaned forward and ran his hands up her legs calf and tentatively kissed her thigh.

"That's allowed," she purred, "in fact worshipping my body is very much encouraged."

Ben needed little encouragement and continued to kiss her as the pressure inside the belt increased. He tried to adjust the heavy steel that was locked in place around his crotch, but nothing really moved.

"Don't worry, now even you can bust out of there."

Ben returned to the woman's body and angled his head upwards to kiss the inside of her thigh just inside her skirt.

"No!"

Ben stopped and looked up.

"Everything inside my skirt is out of bounds, forbidden."

"Then the key...?"

"Is in forbidden territory I'm afraid honey," her husky voice answered, "but you can look."

Ben knelt lower and looked up into the subdued atmosphere inside her skirt. The tight skirt meant that her thighs could only open so far, but he could still see her black underwear deep inside. It looked to hug her closely, gripping tightly at the edges. There was little chance that the key would fall out on its own and the woman certainly wasn't going to free it.

The pressure inside the locked belt was enormous and it forced Ben to climb to his feet and distance himself from her body. As he looked around the room to distract himself, the pressure inside the belt dissipated and the belt changed from being painfully restrictive to just restrictive. He saw his reflection in the mirror. The chastity belt looked good and made him look and feel sexy, even if sex was now impossible.

He tried to push his fingers underneath the front of the belt and inside he could just feel the tube into which she had pushed his cock. But the tube made it impossible for him to touch himself in anyway and therefore even 'crushed' semi-erections would out. He inspected the lock that was built into the metal structure of the belt. He didn't need the woman to tell him that bolt cutters would be useless on that. Daunted by the new reality, Ben pulled up his trousers to hide the steel beneath.

"So I guess I come back when I need the key?" he checked.

"Oh darling, you have a lot to learn," the woman laughed as she strode back out into the shop and opened the front door for him, "leave me your number, I'll call you."

Ben stood in the open doorway looking back at the woman. She looked fantastic and he wondered how much he'd have to pay her to sleep with him. "When will you call me?" he asked.

The woman leaned forward and kissed him on the lips and then closed the door in his face. He heard the lock turn and he knew that this was his new life until she called him, whenever that might be.

Ben returned home and stood alone and naked in his minimalist lounge. The belt was a beautiful object, shiny, sleek and contoured around his narrow waist. The smooth metal ran down behind him, partially covering his butt, with only a small hole through which he could shit. It eased between his legs and widened as it came up over his cock and balls. They were now hidden beneath the shaped steel that pressed firmly against his body.

He had the strange feeling of being totally aroused and yet unable to do anything to consummate the feeling. At first it felt nice, after all being locked in chastity with an attractive woman holding the key is what he'd wanted, but that started to change as the hours ticked by. Now he really wanted to get at his cock.

He had to stop thinking about the woman in the shop so that his fucking cock could take a break, but a picture of her body was permanently in his mind. She must be forty-five at least, why the hell was he interested in her in the first place? He flicked on the TV only to see some woman in a short skirt take a bunch of keys and lock her front door. Fuck, were women taking over the world?

Ben peered into the empty keyhole on the front of the belt and tried to remember what the key looked like. He'd only caught a quick glance before it had disappeared up inside her skirt. Fuck, the skirt was back in his mind. He grabbed his keys, but none of them would even fit into the hole. He started to push bent paper clips into the empty keyhole, even though he knew he had zero chance of picking the high security lock. There was only one key in the world that would unlock the high security device that sealed off his cock and balls and that was with the woman in the shop. Inside her panties, to be precise.

As the hours and then the days passed, this woman became more and more important to him and not just because she had his key, he also felt a strange need to obey her.

Three days later and Ben was back with the guys from the football team. He'd had to fake an injury to get out of the game as the chastity belt wouldn't allow him to run. The belt did allow him join the guys for the post match drinks, but somehow he found their sexist jokes and innuendo less amusing than before.

He left early and was walking back when he received a text from an anonymous number. 'Bar Ella, one hour'. An anonymous number, it had to be from her, after all she had been careful not to give away anything about herself, not even her name.

The bar was almost empty at that time of night and Ben took a seat on a stool at the back. Finally the woman walked in wearing black boots, blue jeans and black leather jacket. Her dark hair was hanging loosely over her shoulders and she wore make up that made her eyes look bigger, darker and sexier than before. Ben kissed her nervously on the cheek while she in return rubbed her hand against his crotch.

"Hi, it's great to see you again," Ben said with feeling.

"I bet it is," she smiled back.

Ben ordered two beers and looked at the woman who was now sitting opposite him with a curious smile on her face which spread to her glinting brown eyes.

"How's your cock?" she asked with interest.

"Hard to say, I haven't seen it in a while."

"Mmm, not since it was in my mouth," she purred, "did it like that?"

"We both did," Ben smiled as he reached down and pushed against the steel belt in an attempt to reduce the pressure, "I guess you've brought the key?"

"What do you think?" the woman asked as she stood up, lifted her jacket and turned full circle, showing off her cute round ass inside her well fitting jeans.

"I think I need to take a closer look."

"Your cock would be crushed in agony before you even reached my panties," she smiled, "and by the time you reached my pussy your cock would have exploded."

Amy loved to tease, even though she really wasn't sure why she was talking this cute guy out of touching her pussy.

"But at least I would have the key," he replied.

"Maybe, maybe not," she whispered, "I'm a twisted girl with twisted friends. I might have given the key to any one of them... and there are too many girls in the world for even you to search."

"Too bad, I only want to 'search' you...."

"Really?" Amy was buzzing, this guy could be so much fun. He hadn't taken his eyes off her since she'd arrived. He seemed obsessed with her and Amy was one of those girls that liked men to be obsessed.

Ben watched the 'mystery' woman intently. He knew so little about her, not even her name. The only new information she'd divulged was that she no longer worked at the shop and therefore would now be impossible to find.

They finished their drinks and Amy led them outside to an alley behind the bar. Now completely alone, she unbuttoned his trousers and ran her lips over the warm metal of the chastity belt.

"Oh fuck, I really want what's in here," she breathed as she tried to bite the steel with her teeth.

"Take it!" Ben cried, "Now!"

Ben grabbed her waist and started to search her. He smiled as he felt an object nestling in the small fold between the top of her left thigh and the base of her butt. It was completely out of his reach inside both her jeans and her tight underwear. He was desperate to retrieve it, but first he needed to explore the rest of her body. He ran his hands up inside her jacket and gently caressed her warm breasts through her thin top. He tried to kiss her lips, but she stopped him and instead guided his lips down on to her bare breasts.

He slid his hands down to her waist, which was so taut for a woman in her forties. He tried to slide his fingertips down the front of her jeans, but they were buttoned too tightly around her waist. He tried to unbutton them, but she slapped his hand and instead positioned him so he could feel her clit through the denim.

"Warm, damp and ready to have sex...," she whispered.

"I'll do whatever you want."

"I know, but unfortunately there's no way to access your cock."

"There is, the key's in here!" he replied, grabbing her butt.

"Yes, but I don't want to unlock you.... not yet."

The woman looked fantastic in the dimly lit alley as she turned and started to walk. Ben looked at her jeans that contained two things he wanted more than anything in the world, the key and her pussy, but somehow her control over him remained absolute.

He caught up with her and they walked together back to the high street. "I'll call you," she smiled as flicked her handbag back over her shoulder and put out a hand to attract a taxi. She swung her butt into the back seat and pulled the door closed behind her. Ben then watched as the woman and the key disappeared up the street and were lost from sight.

It had now been a week since the woman had locked him inside the steel chastity belt. He hadn't touched, or even seen his cock during that time and certainly hadn't been able to masturbate. He hadn't been able to play soccer or swim and had had to sit down to piss. The power that this metal device had over him was starting to fuck with his mind. He looked down at the heavy steel around his waist. He'd actually bought this, paid for it with his own money and now here it was, locking him out of this own cock. Mind you, he'd also paid for the key which he didn't have.

He was now desperate to get out of the belt and let his cock extend by more than the measly two inches that she'd allowed him. His cock had been trying to defeat her belt for a week now and had lost every time. Why had she only given him two inches? She'd seen his cock and must have known how cruel that was. Fuck this belt, he cried as he tried in vain to get an erection.

The phone beeped, with the same message, 'Bar Ella, one hour.' Again Ben arrived first and waited. She eventually arrived and strode in wearing a short black leather skirt, thick grey jumper and ankle high leather boots.

"Hi, great to see you again," he smiled.

"Is it great to see me or the key?"

"I haven't seen the key yet, I doubt anyone has."

"No they haven't," she smiled slyly as she slowly crossed her legs and placed one toned thigh down on top of the other.

Ben was still looking at her thighs as the waitress arrived to take their order. "When you're ready," the waitress giggled. Ben was embarrassed and quickly ordered two beers. The drinks arrived and they started to chat, with Ben desperate to please his female companion. Amy loved the attention.

"OK, I think I'll give you ten minutes out of the belt," she announced after debating the question with herself for several minutes.

Ben smiled and finished his beer in one gulp before following Amy out of the bar. "Where are we going?"

"The train station has very cheap rooms to rent," she said as she marched to the back of the empty station and over to the back row of the left luggage lockers.

"These are the room?" he asked.

"Aha, cheap for a full twenty four hours... or maybe longer..."

Amy stood there in the dimly lit station, one hand on her hip, the other holding open the door of a large steel locker. Ben was both totally besotted with the woman and also desperate to have some time out of the belt and so eagerly crouched down and slid back first into the locker. He sat in the tight space with his head bowed, looking at the heavy steel door that she would no doubt close.

Amy looked down. "Do you have any cash?"

Ben knew he was paying for his own imprisonment as he handed her the notes from his wallet. He watched as she fed one into the machine and then selected a six digit code. She slowly closed the locker door and pushed one finger gently against the 'lock' button. 'Click'.

"Just give me a moment while I extract the key," she whispered through the ventilation grille.

A few moments later, Amy squeezed the warm key through the ventilation grille and into the locker where it clanged loudly on to the metal floor. She turned and leaned against the locker door so that her skirt rested against the grille. That felt good, both because her skirt was stopping all light from entering the locker, but also because the force of her butt against the door was adding an extra layer of security.

The belt that had been so inescapable all week was amazingly easy to open once he had the key. Click, he was in! He eased the metal down between his legs and gently extracted his cock. The feel of his own hand was fantastic and he had to let go to make the moment last. Within two minutes though, he'd climaxed and the elation sent waves of energy through his body making his muscles twitch. He instinctively tried to stretch, but with his body still locked inside the tiny steel box his arms and legs just clanged against the steel walls as he writhed around in pleasure. He slumped forward, panting trying to recover from the enormous high.

"Belt back on," she ordered through the steel door, her butt still resting on his only window on the world.

Again he was driven to comply and eased his now soft cock back into its small tube which in turn was hidden inside the steel cover. He pulled the cover all the way up and hooked it back on to the body of the belt. With everything back in place, he turned the key to lock himself up. He placed the key on the floor in front of him and pulled at the belt meticulously, to make sure everything was secure. Happy that escape was again impossible, he pushed the key back through the grille where it pushed into her butt. Seconds later, the additional leather barrier had gone from the grille and with it the key.

"Is it back on?" Amy asked as she shone the light from her phone through the grille, "that's good, I wouldn't have unlocked the locker otherwise."

Amy typed in her secret number, waited for the click and then opened the door. With her legs standing in front of the open locker like bars of a cage, she looked down at the sexy guy beneath her.

"Let me check," she purred as she reached in to inspect, firstly the locked belt and then the muscles on his well developed legs, "Good boy, but I think it's only right that I be the one who locks the belt."

With the key still in her hand, Amy bent down and unlocked the chastity belt. She pulled it open slightly and then immediately closed it again. She then pushed the key back into the keyhole and turned. "Now every time you look at the belt you'll know it was me who locked you in," she breathed as the key disappeared up inside her leather skirt.

Amy stood up, leaned against the open locker and hitched up her skirt. With only a few inches between her thighs, there was no way Ben could get passed her legs to freedom, but at least he could explore the new impromptu cage. Amy didn't look down, but she could still feel his kisses on her inner thigh. Her skirt was now hitched up almost all the way, allowing Ben to get right up to her panty line. Mmm, his lips were there right now, bushing gently across her underwear.

"You see, good boys get to go inside my skirt and even kiss my panties," she breathed, wishing at that moment that she was naked, "Very good boys who have spent a month in the belt get to go even deeper."

Ben kept kissing the soft black silk and breathing in her scent, imagining what was inside. The silky fabric was only thin, but it would take him a month to get inside.

"I can do it," he mumbled, his lips still trying to massage her clit through the fabric.

"Good, I'm looking forward to you reaching the next stage."

Amy pulled down the hem of her short skirt to cover up her thighs. The skirt may not have been long, but it was so tight that Ben's lips could no longer reach her panties. The skirt fitted her curves perfectly, hugging her narrow waist, fanning out over her hips and then closing in tightly around her thighs. Ben studied the way the leather gripped her, knowing that the only key to his chastity belt was somewhere inside.

She moved back to let him climb out of the locker, but then changed her mind and stepped forward so that her legs were again acting like bars to his cage. "I've paid for six hours in this locker and it seems a shame to waste the last five and a half."

Ben moved forward as far as her legs would allow and looked up so see the woman silhouetted by the streetlight outside. He lowered his gaze to see her strong thighs disappearing up inside the skirt, the smell of leather all pervading.

"You may as well stay locked up in this steel box," Amy suggested, "especially as that belt makes you useless to women."

"Useless?"

"Well in one very important way."

Amy was pleased with herself and allowed him to kiss her legs one more time before she used her legs to flick the locker door closed. Her finger rested teasingly on the 'lock' button for a few moments. "Shall I, shall I not," she said before stabbing it forward. On her command, the steel bolt shot across, condemning Ben to a night in a cramped steel cell. 'Perfect', she thought as the small clock on the front of the locker ticked over to five hours twenty nine minutes, 'at least I won't have to worry about him following me tonight'. She turned and swayed her hips as she walked away with the only key.

Ben had been on a high for the next five hours and twenty nine minutes. He loved that she once again had him locked in chastity and even loved the fact that she'd locked him in the cramped locker. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her legs and her tight black underwear and in his mind he was kissing her again. He'd slept with many women, but somehow they weren't as special or as erotic. They were easy, he controlled them, but this woman controlled him and that was a different feeling all together.

It was now light outside and by his watch the time was up. Through the grille he could see the reflection of a flashing red light, which no doubt told the staff that the time was up. Unfortunately for Ben, the locker didn't just unlock on its own. Ben watched as a harried woman in her twenties walked up to the locker and swore under her breathe. She wore a long black skirt and white top, neither of which fitted properly. She had a large bunch of keys clipped to her belt which presumably included a master key and, in the absence of his keyholder's six digit code, would be the only way that he was getting out.

"Just unlock the bloody thing," Ben whispered under his breath as she walked away again, her keys clattering noisily against her hip.

Ten minutes later the woman reappeared and to Ben's relief unclipped the keys from her waist and used the master key to open the locker. She looked shocked when she saw Ben inside and stood there with her mouth open as he climbed awkwardly out.

"Stag night," Ben smiled warmly, "my stupid mates thought it was funny."

The girl's expression changed immediately.

"Sorry I didn't unlock you earlier," she smiled, secretly excited that she'd been the one to keep this good looking guy captive, "or maybe I should have kept you locked up a little longer."

"No, that was plenty."

"Oh well, anytime." she called after him as she watched him go.

Ben ordered two coffees, both for himself, at the station cafe and drank them as he walked back to his flat. The belt once again felt erotic around his waist and for once the pressure inside the front plate was manageable. Maybe his cock had finally accepted that it had to obey the mystery woman. His mind knew she was in control, it was about time his libido caught up.

Back at his apartment, Ben stripped off, showered and then lay on his bed. As usual, he could think of nothing but the belt and he used all the strength in his muscular arms to try and pull it open. He enjoyed watching his toned biceps, they were looking good, but most of all enjoyed the fact that the belt remained firmly fastened. With sexual excitement building, he tried to grab his cock, but only managed to smash his fingernails into the steel of the front plate.

"You sexy fucking bitch!" he breathed with closed eyes and with his keyholder's body clearly in his mind.

Ben was now on his knees and in his mind she was laying on the bed beneath him, naked, legs apart and horny like hell. He could picture her toned thighs and her black underwear that he was about to rip off. She hadn't allowed him to see inside her panties and so he used his vivid imagination instead. He dropped down on the bed as if penetrating the imaginary woman and thrust the steel chastity belt on to the empty mattress.

This painfully pathetic display constituted sex for Ben. There was no way for his cock to get any sexual pleasure no matter how hard he thrust, the locked chastity belt made sure of that. As always, his wannabe erect cock remained locked inside its two inch long tube and the only sensation it felt was pain, no pleasure. He thrust down on to the empty bed until he could take it no more and then cried out and ran to the shower and into the flow of cold water.

Around the same time, Amy woke and stretched out across her queen size bed. It was warm and she had long since kicked off the sheet. She was wearing only her black panties from the night before and she'd only kept them on because she wanted to keep Ben's key close to her. The key was inside there, resting against her wet pussy which she slowly rubbed back and forth against the sheet.

What had she been thinking when she sentenced Ben to a month in the belt? She hadn't make love in over a year, and now finally she had a guy whose lips seemed intent on worshipping her. 'Stupid bitch' she thought to herself. She should be the one in the chastity belt, it would make little difference to her sex life.

She pulled her vibrator from her bedside table and sucked on it, in her mind it was Ben's cock and he was able to come. She reached down and nudged the key into the right position. Fuck! At least she could still masturbate and she moaned in to the vibrator as she climaxed. OK, perhaps she was glad not to be belted. She tucked her vibrator into the front of her underwear and closed her eyes and jumped forward a month.

Amy felt better, but still frustrated as she pulled on a t-shirt, running shorts and trainers. She carefully zipped the key inside the back pocket of her shorts and made way her way down to the street and into the park. Running helped and after three laps she stopped and crotched down to catch her breath. Her legs were now wet with perspiration and her shorts were sticking to her body. She lunged down to stretch out her tired muscles before powered off again.

Ben had to wait ten days before he received his next text and again he waited patiently at Bar Ella for the woman to arrive. The tight blue jeans were back and secured around her waist with a thick brown leather belt. She wore brown boots and a thin pale woven top.

"Any chance I can persuade you to give me ten minutes of freedom?" Ben asked as he kissed her cheek, his sexual frustration having been at fever level for the last few days.

"Haven't you noticed the pattern?" Amy replied as she leaned across the table and sipped her beer, "it depends on what I'm wearing."

Ben looked confused and looked under the table to check her out again.

"When I wear a skirt, it's easy for your lips to reach important parts of my body and therefore earn your freedom. Also, it's easier for me to get at the key."

"OK so today you're in jeans..." Ben replied.

"Yes, my body is sealed up and so is the key," she explained, sipping again at her beer.

Even though she wasn't going to give him the key, Amy stood up and walked around the table to stand in front of him.

"You can still touch my body," she whispered.

Ben gently caressed her modest breasts through her thin top. "Hard nipples," he smiled.

"Mmm."

Now with two hands, Ben worked his way down to her waist and firm stomach. Her top was tucked into her jeans and Ben's fingertips started to follow it down inside the tight denim.

"You won't get far," Amy said, now regretting her choice of tight jeans.

Ben pulled his fingers out from the tight confines and ran them down her butt and then up between her legs. Amy breathed out with pleasure which quickly brought both of Ben's hands down to her crotch, from where he could feel the key through the denim.

"Are you sure you won't give me ten minutes?" he checked.

With no response from his keyholder, Ben continued down, caressing her slim thighs. Amy was still breathing heavily as she bit him gently on the ear and returned to her stool on the other side of the table. Ben had obviously started something though, as Amy was now reaching down between her legs and touching herself. She breathed out quietly as she lowered her head. When she looked up, her dark hair was covering most of her face and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Having fun with my key?" he winced as his cock crushed once more into the end of its tiny tube.

"Mmm," she smiled coyly. She had planned to tease him tonight, but this pleasure was real.

Ben's cock needed respite and so he walked out to the bathrooms. Shit, the belt prevented him from peeing into a urinal and the only male toilet stool was out of order. He returned and explained his problem in the hope of some sympathy.

"Now you know what we girls have to go through," Amy laughed, "you'll have to use the girl's room."

Ben sheepishly returned from the girls' toilet to find another pint of beer on the table. As Amy watched him drink, she realised why she liked him so much, he was obeying her every command, instantly. No one had ever obeyed her like this before, but then she'd never locked anyone's cock up before.

"Kiss my boots."

Amy tried to hide her excitement as Ben gave her a sexy smile, looked around and then crouched down under the table. She had imagined how fantastic his lips would feel and now here he was wasting his kisses on her boots, where she couldn't feel a thing.

It was now three weeks since Amy had locked Ben in the locker and sentenced him to a month in the chastity belt and she was already counting down the hours. It was late, she'd been drinking with friends and she couldn't help herself as she stripped naked and dialled Ben's number for the first time.

"Hello is that.... you?" an excited voice answered. Poor guy, he still didn't know her name.

"Yes, it's me," Amy replied, one hand on her phone and one on between her legs, "what you doing?"

"Fucking some girl."

"We both know that's impossible," she purred, "what you wearing?"

"Nothing, just lying here holding my hard cock in my hand."

Ben heard laughter on the line which slowly changed into moans of pleasure. A quiet hum then started up, at which point the cried became louder and louder.

"Please don't," Ben cried, rolling around on the bed to relieve the pressure, but still unable to take the phone from his ear.

As she climaxed, the belt felt tighter than it ever had and for the first time Ben really wanted to get out.

"Please whatever your name is.... unlock me now!"

"Come and fuck me now...."

Her voice sounded even huskier on the phone and her cries were to die for. Ben pulled back his curtains and looked out on to thousands of city lights, with no idea which one was hers.

"Where are you?"

The husky giggling returned and then the line went dead.

Ben tried to call her back, only to find she'd withheld her number. He lay back down on the bed, his hands gripping the front of the belt. He loved the belt again and particularly the woman who owned him.

It was now a month since the woman had locked the belt and handed down the one month sentence. It was also a month since he'd seen or touched his cock. Ben was a wreck and had taken the last few days off work, unable to think about anything other than his impending freedom. He was dressed and ready to go wherever, and do whatever, the woman wanted.

His phone finally beeped with the name and room number of a hotel.

Ben was buzzing as he left his flat and grabbed a taxi. He had no idea why he was shaking, nor why this forty something woman he'd met in a sex shop had suddenly become his Goddess. As instructed, he picked up the room key at reception and made his way up to the fifteenth floor.

"Fuck!" Ben breathed as he saw the woman lying completely naked in the middle of the king size bed.

Her body was slim, smooth and sexy and completely belied her age. Her long dark hair was loose and still wet and there was a smell of soap and perfume in the air. Her legs were apart and she was arching her back and pushing her hips forward. She rolled over to give Ben a glimpse of her pert butt before rolling back and opening her legs wider still.

"Come here," she commanded in her husky voice, "undress and kiss my feet."

Amy couldn't help herself as she watched Ben undress, his younger body was fantastically strong and sexy.

"Shall I strip all the way," he asked hopefully, pulling at the belt.

"If you can..."

Amy smiled to herself, closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on her bare feet, particularly when he stuck his tongue between her toes.

"Mmm, keep that there," she sighed.

The power was intoxicating, one word from her and his strong sexy guy was motionless, unable to remove his tongue from between her toes. The more she waited, the more the power obsessed her. She knew he could see her pussy from where he was kneeling, but he had to obey her and so it remained out of reach.

"You may remove your tongue from my toes and kiss my legs."

Amy kept her eyes closed, but could feel his lips and his warm breathe work their way up her calves and on to her thighs. She opened even wider to give Ben all the space he needed.

He took his time, attempting to cover every inch of her beautiful legs with kisses. Midway up her thighs he stopped to breathe in and enjoy her scent. When he reached the point where the top of her thigh met her crotch, he buried his lips into the fold and waited, not wanting to touch her pussy until she commanded.

"Now my clit," she moaned as she thrust forward.

It was too nice and Amy found herself climaxing within seconds.

"Now my breasts," she panted.

With her breasts worshipped, he moved up until he was lying on top of her, his lips almost touching hers. She felt very vulnerable with his muscled arms resting either side of her head. She was starting to melt and reached up to kiss him. It was the signal he needed to lower his head and kiss her back.

Ben's cock was in agony and he had to pull away with a grimace on his face.

"Maybe it's time," Amy purred.

Ben rolled off her and Amy walked over to the hotel safe, her naked butt bobbing behind her.

"Just in case I changed my mind," Amy smiled in response to his quizzical look.

She retrieved the single silver key which she had attached to a pair of black panties like a key ring. Ben swallowed nervously as she slowly walked back so inspect the belt.

"Locked for a whole month," Amy purred as she inserted the key into the lock on the front of the belt.

"Are you going to turn it?" Ben asked.

"Maybe..."

Ben tried to call out her name, but realised he still didn't know what it was.

"Make love to me," Amy smiled as she turned the key.

The locked popped open and Ben eased his crushed cock out of its home. Amy was already lying on her back with her legs apart and her pussy wet, which made it simple for Ben to lie on top of her and slip himself inside.

"Oh fuck... fuck !" he shouted as he came within a seconds and rolled off shaking in ecstasy.

Within a few minutes he was back on top of the naked woman and this time he took them both all the way.


Part 2 (added: 2016/12/18)

What was she doing playing chastity games with a twenty something guy? She knew it was crazy, yet Amy was smiling to herself as she stepped off the bus and walked quickly to the address that Ben had given her, a two bedroom apartment in an upmarket development.

She hadn't seen Ben since they'd made love at the hotel a week ago, but she could still remember the feel of his body and his freshly unlocked cock. She hadn't belted him when they parted the next morning. This wasn't because Ben didn't want her as his keyholder, in fact he'd been disappointed when she hadn't locked him up, this was because they had agreed to take it to the next level. Ben was right now sitting in his apartment, unlocked, but with a brand new Price Albert piercing through his cock.

"Hello Ben," she smiled as he opened the door.

"Hi!" was all he could reply as she still hadn't told him her name.

"Nice chinos, but how's it feeling inside?"

Ben led her inside and poured two glasses of wine, but Amy was too distracted to drink. In addition to her penchant for chastity, she had a long time fascination with piercings. She had one in her lip, and now this stud had one in his cock.

"Strip and sit on the floor with your hands around that pillar."

Ben downed his wine and watched the woman carefully as he obeyed her command. She looked better than ever, with her long dark hair in a ponytail, make up to extenuate her big dark eyes and lashes and an expression that suggested she was just as aroused as he was. With her leather jacket now slung on the sofa, she was wearing a fitted low cut black top and blue jeans. He knew what jeans meant, but he was too excited to care.

"Nice boots," he observed as she used them to gently push and probe his already erect cock.

"Thank you."

With one boot holding him down, Amy pulled a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket and quickly and professionally locked his wrists together behind his back and around the pillar. She crouched down, her jeans stretching to contain her body and more closely examined Ben's cock and his new piercing. Her mere presence had aroused him even before she leant forward and slipped his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he cried, "this will make chastity even harder."

He climaxed and Amy looked up at him with teasing eyes as she licked her lips. The feeling of her mouth made Ben forget where he was and he tried to stand up. Amy shook her head slowly and the cuffs held his wrists, bringing him back to the present.

"There's no going back," she whispered, "you're mine."

With his cock now resting, Amy forced the new, slightly tighter cock ring all the way over Ben's cock and balls. She then picked up the middle ring, which contained the Prince Albert hook.

"It's this little hook which makes this so secure," Amy explained as she slipped the ring up his cock and eased the hook through his piercing. She then took the small cock cage that consisted of thick bars and a solid steel end, with only one hole through which to pee.

"It's only about an inch long," Ben exclaimed.

Amy smiled, subconsciously licking her lips, "Mmm, this should keep your attention."

"Why did you choose that length?"

"Keyholder's prerogative."

Amy placed the tiny cage over Ben's cock and pushed until it interlocked with the cock ring.

"OK?" she asked, her face only inches from his beautiful bewildered eyes.

Ben nodded.

Amy took the integrated cylinder lock, with the key already inside and pushed it through the device. She turned the key a half turn and then slowly pulled it out.

"Oh fuck," she moaned unexpectantly.

"You okay?" Ben looked at her more closely, "Did you come?"

Amy looked back coyly and walked around in an attempt to disperse her pent up energy. She was breathing deeply and flicking her long hair from side to side.

"Well we could make out if that would help, but it doesn't look as though I have a cock anymore!"

Amy looked down at the small metal device between Ben's legs, "No you don't... but I have this nice shiny key."

"Yes, and you walking back and forth in those jeans isn't helping!"

Amy smiled, delighted with the compliment which only encouraged her to sway her hips.

"Any chance you can remove these cuffs so I see what's left of me?"

But Amy's mind was miles away as she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Oh no, please..."

Ben was now feeling the pressure as Amy continued to walk back and forth in front of him, this time in only black bra and panties. She stopped in front of him and positioned her butt against Ben's lips.

"Kiss me if you want."

Ben was breathing quickly. If he kissed her then his cock might explore, if he didn't he risked annoying the woman who owed him. She was still standing in front and obviously wanted him to kiss her butt. He rubbed his lips back and forth, tickling her before pushing them deeply into the bottom of her butt. He breathed in her scent and then pulled back. This time he pushed his lips in them as far as they would go between her cheeks and held them there.

Having her butt kissed had done little to ease Amy's sexual tension and she was still buzzing as she crouched down to inspect the chastity cage. He'd survived her teasing, but she still needed to make sure that he understood what she'd done to him.

"Now Ben, as well as trapping your balls, this cage is also locked to your penis. Try and pull out of this and you'll lose the tip of your cock. Understood? The only way to physically get out of this without the key is to try and drill out the lock which I don't advise. So if there's an emergency, please call me."

Ben smiled, "Does being in need of sex count as an emergency?"

Even though she was desperate to fuck him again, Amy knew she had to give him her best school mistress frown and a gentle kick in the balls. With that done, she walked over to her jeans to find the key to the handcuffs.

Ben watched her, transfixed. "Are you sure you don't want to take advantage of me in this position?" he asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on the front of Amy's damp underwear.

"You really are too good to be true."

In desperate need of release, Amy tucked the cuff keys into her bra and stepped forward so that she was in easy reach. Ben buried his face into her, moving with a slow circular rhythm. She cried out as he penetrated her with his tongue and she eagerly stepped forward until her hips were pinning his head back against the concrete column.

By the time Amy pulled away, Ben's tongue and jaw were aching and his one inch cock was in agony. The zoned out brunette collapsed on to the nearby white rug, let down her hair and shook it free. Amy now looked like a vulnerable sex kitten ready to be fucked, although thanks to her expertly placed restraints, Ben was in no position to take advantage.

"Come here," she breathed instinctively.

"Give me the keys to the cuffs!"

Amy seductively pulled them from her left breast and threw them across. Ben struggled with the cuffs for five minutes during which time Amy lay on her back, her legs apart, moaning gently. Finally, Ben opened one of the cuffs and climbed to his feet and inspected himself. His balls hung down as before and looked large in comparison to his cock which had been replaced with a small silver stub.

"My cock? It's tiny!" he cried as he pulled at the locked cage, "How does it make it so small!"

He pulled at the device, but all three parts were now rigidly connected into a single block of metal. He felt the cylinder lock that was built into the body of the cage.

"Fucking hell this is scary!" Ben breathed as he walked over to where Amy lay and sat astride her waist, "You do have the key for this thing?"

Amy was too turned on to answer, her lithe body more interested in writhing around to see if she could escape from under him. Ben leaned forward and pinned her hands to the floor and held her there.

Amy was breathing hard. "What are you going to do to me?"

"It depends. Are you going to unlock me?"

Amy smiled and shook her head. She then grabbed Ben's butt and pull him down further so that she could stimulate herself on the cock cage, the shiny steel end pushing into the damp front of her black silk underwear.

"Mmm, it's like a tiny vibrator."

"It's my cock!" Ben cried out in frustration.

"Was your cock, until you let this crazy girl take it away."

Amy's writhing body and horny eyes were just too much for his restrained cock to take and Ben had no choice but to roll off her straining body. He looked back to see Amy taking dental floss from her handbag and tying a short length to the key that locked his chastity cage.

She then slipped both hands and the key inside the front of her panties and started to massage herself. Ben watched in agony as the brunette continued to masturbate on his lounge floor, but just as her cries were starting to build, she withdrew her hands and let the elastic around the hem of her underwear snap back into place.

"Where's the key?" Ben asked as if having witnessed a magic trick, "In your vagina?"

Amy looked bashfully back at him and bit down on her pierced lip, crossed her legs and put a hand to her mouth. She then nodded and smiled back.

Ben had never wanted to be locked up so much, while at the same time had never been more desperate to be released. He kissed Amy on the cheek and walked away to clear his mind. By the time he returned, Amy had redressed in her jeans and top and her hair was back up.

"You just turned down a horny woman," Amy smiled sweetly.

"With this fucking thing, beautiful naked women are too bloody painful."

Amy smiled at yet another wonderful compliment from this uber sexy guy.

"Fuck, I don't think I qualify as male like this."

"You'll be a male again when I unlock you," she replied seductively as she kissed him on the lips.

"And when will that be?"

Amy didn't answer, but instead sat down on one of the bar stool to drink her wine. Ben saw little reason in remaining naked and so also redressed. He refilled their glasses and sat down opposite her as she played with the handcuffs.

"Do you like it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes I do, thank you." Ben leaned across to kiss her cheek.

"Shall we check that it's working," Amy smiled from behind her wine glass,

"Working?"

"Yes, let's see if you still obey me... cuff your hands to my stool."

Amy knew from the look in Ben's eyes that the test wasn't necessary and it was really only for her own ego and arousal. She watched as Ben took the handcuffs and knelt on the floor in front of her. He locked one cuff around his left wrist, placed his hands either side of the support bar at the base of her stool and proceeded to lock his hands together.

"Now try and get up," Amy breathed as she turned towards Ben's kneeling body and opened her legs.

"I can't."

Amy crossed her legs and continued to drink her wine while Ben knelt silently beneath her. He tried again to stand up, but again his hands held him back. His attention turned to the woman's butt sitting squarely on his stool, holding it down and therefore holding him down.

The power that she had over him gave him a wonderful light headedness and a strange sense of sexual excitement. He bowed his head to the floor and waited while she continued to drink his wine. Seeing this new development, Amy stood up and placed her stool down so that the lower support bar was resting on the back of Ben's neck. She sat back down on the stool, pinning him to the floor.

She looked down, pleased at quite how stuck Ben had become. With his head pinned by her weight and his hands chained above his head there was no way for him to get free while she was sitting on the stool. Half an hour passed before Amy finally stood up, removed the stool and Ben could return to his kneeling position.

Ben's head was now between her thighs, his gaze transfixed on the denim pulled tight between Amy's legs. "Can you feel the key in there?"

Amy smiled and nodded.

"What does it felt like?"

"I can't really describe it to a guy... or at least someone without genitalia," she giggled.

Amy closed her legs, pinning his head between. She then took a piece of paper from her handbag and started to write.

"Here's my number, for emergencies only," Amy said, releasing Ben from her head scissors.

"When will I see you again?"

"When you take me out for dinner and then to a hotel for the night," she replied.

"When's that!"

Amy didn't answer, but leaned forward and kissed him with her lips and tongue. Ben tried to stand up, but couldn't.

"Stay there," Amy chastised.

Ben continued to kneel and wait patiently as Amy ordered an Uber. His cock was straining to extend and he desperately needed to get away from her body and her scent, although that was impossible while he was chained to her stool.

"You'll have to unlock the cuffs before you go," Ben said.

She looked at him in mock surprise, "My butt's been sitting on this stool and therefore you should worship it."

"But how can I go to work?" he asked nervously.

Her face creased into a smile which became even bigger as she saw the relief in his eyes. The poor guy had actually thought that she was going to leave him handcuff to a stool. It was funny, she though as she reached down and unlocked the cuffs.

Just then her car arrived and she stood and stowed the cuffs safely in her back pocket.

"Essential evening gear?" Ben asked with a smile.

"Not as essential as this," Amy replied, touching herself between her legs, "Only keys to a stud's chastity cage."

"I've got the cage, that's even better."

"I'm glad you think so, now put the belt back on as well."

Amy had already removed the plastic tube from inside the front of the full steel belt and was holding it out ready for him to wear. Ben looked confused, surely he couldn't wear the cage and the belt at the same time.

"Will they both fit?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Amy undid Ben's trousers and wrapped the belt around his slim firm waist. She then brought the end up between Ben's legs and clicked it back into place on the front of the belt. The belt fitted as tightly as ever, with zero access to his already locked up genitals.

Ben hadn't expected her to do this. He'd been looking forward to at playing with his balls, which would be impossible if she left him locked in the belt. Convincing a chastity obsessed woman not to lock him up would be impossible, but there may be another way. Ben saw that the key was still in the keyhole and so quickly started to pull up his trousers.

"Wait!"

Shit, she'd seen what he was doing and Ben could only stand helplessly by as she simply pulled out the key and pushed it into her back pocket. Ben remained motionless as she kissed him again on the lips and turned and left.

As soon as Amy had closed the door behind her, Ben's hands moved to where his cock had been. The highly secure full steel chastity belt was locked back around his waist. He touched the empty keyhole. This in itself was an extreme form of chastity, but underneath this and now completely inaccessible, was a high security cage which was locked to his Prince Albert. Being held so small and tightly was playing with his mind. He was totally focused on his keyholder with a strong desire to please her and serve her. Unfortunately, he had no idea when he'd see her again. He showered and drank a full glass of whisky in the hope that he might sleep.

Locking Ben's cock inside her new Prince Albert chastity cage had been the highlight of Amy's week. When she closed her eyes she could still remember the feeling of control and the surge of sexual power that she'd felt as she'd rolled around on his beautiful white wool rug. Ben's eyes had betrayed his obvious obsession with her body and with her control of his cock. She now had two favourite things, which ironically were mutually exclusive; fucking Ben and keeping him in chastity.

Amy was once again temping at the sex shop and the hours were passing slowly. The two silver keys, one to Ben's PA cage and the other to Ben's chastity belt, were hanging proudly from a silver chain around her neck. She'd deliberately worn a low cut black top so that the keys could be seen and were also easy for her to play with. That said, the thought of slipping the cold steel keys in her panties to reduce the temperature building between her legs was also very appealing.

She flicked away her long black hair and reached behind her neck to unfasten the clasp on her necklace. The keys slipped off the chain and into her waiting hand. She walked out from behind the counter and over to the mirror. Ben would love her new black leather trousers and she imagined how he would react when he saw them. First he'd smile his sexy smile and then he'd reach between his legs and wince as his cock expanded and crushed itself into its small steel cell. She returned to the privacy of the counter, unbuttoned her trousers and slipped them inside.

Ben was in full lock down. Not only was his cock inside a one inch long, Prince Albert hooking cock cage with a cut proof integrated lock, but on top of that she had locked him in a full steel chastity belt. He had none of the keys and all he had was a scrap of paper with the name 'Amy' and a telephone number. At least he now knew the woman's name and number, although those alone were no use in freeing him from the locked steel devices.

Amy had made it clear that he could only call her in an emergency. If something was to go wrong, her keys could the difference between all being fine and permanent damage to his cock. Ben played with the scrap of paper in his hands. He didn't want to call her to be unlocked, but he did want to see her again.

"Hi Amy its Ben," he felt like he was sixteen again, asking a girl to the movies.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to meet for lunch today?"

"This number is for emergencies only," she replied, even though she was delighted just to hear his voice.

"I don't want to be released, I just want to see you again."

The line went dead. Fuck, had he upset her? He had to call her back, yet he didn't dare. Shit, now the wait was going to be even harder. At least he was still locked inside her belt and could enjoy the feeling of the tight steel, the memory of her body and her smile as she'd locked it all so permanently into place.

Amy was also feeling anxious. The keys were doing exactly what she hoped they would do inside her leather trousers and she was desperate to keep this sexy game going for as long as possible. To do that she had to play the role of the sadistic key holding bitch, or he would soon lose interest in this almost forty year old woman no matter how hard she tried to turn back the years in the gym. She wanted nothing more than to see him again, make love to him, hang out with him again, but every time she did so she would lose more of that mystique that he seemed to find so enticing. Her phone beeped.

''Sorry, I just can't wait to worship you again."

Amy giggled out loud in relief and a young couple in the vibrator section of the shop looked up. The keys felt even better against her body, they seemed to be having a lovely time in there. She tried to wait, but within minutes she had replied.

"Tonight, 8pm, your place."

Amy arrived at Ben's apartment wearing a long black coat which she dropped from her shoulders to reveal a short red flared dress. Her hair was in a bun and she wore stockings and high pointed heels.

"You look amazing, 'Amy'", Ben smiled, able to use her name for the first time.

"Thank you."

Amy glowed inside, his words and the look in his eyes making her feel like a giddy kid. 'Stay cool,' she kept telling herself as she kissed him on the cheek and strode across the room and sat down on one of the high chrome and leather stools in his kitchen diner.

"Would you like a drink Amy?"

Amy nodded as she crossed her long stocking covered legs, enjoying the feel of stocking on stocking and the feel of the soft leather on the back of her thighs.

"How's your week been?" she asked, sipping from the large round wine glass.

"Good," Ben smiled as he tapped his crotch, "if somewhat dominated by what you did down here."

"That's how you should be."

"Obsessed?"

"Yes," she smiled coyly, "if you're not obsessed then let me know and I'll lock you up even more."

Amy was wearing a thin silver chain around her neck, with the pendant hanging out of sight between her breasts. She tugged gently until a key popped out and then hung down provocatively by her cleavage. Ben had been talking, but the sight of the key distracted him and he lost his train of thought. Taking advantage of the break in conversation, Amy reached behind her neck and unclipped the chain.

"Unlock the belt, take a shower and I'll meet you in your bedroom."

Ben's heart rate doubled and became so loud he could hear it in his head. Fuck, how could a simple word from this woman do this to him? He took the key from her outstretched palm and disappeared quickly into the bathroom. He stripped down to the silver pants that had hugged him constantly for the last week and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The belt felt very different when he had the key in his hand and he admired its tight, unescapable fit before finally pushing the key into the lock and stripping it from his body.

"My balls!" he cried as he gratefully massaged his testicles that hung down proudly from the one inch one tube that contained his cock, "that feels so nice."

This was the first time that he'd been able to properly explore the tiny Prince Albert cock cage and he tried to push a fingertip through the closely placed bars. It didn't work and his fingertip certainly didn't give him any sensation. He pointed the cage up to see how the device connected to his piercing, but all the necessary detail was hidden inside the solid steel end. He stepped into the shower and soaped up so that he could see what would happen if he tried to pull his cock back out. The tug on the end of his cock from his piercing was unmistakeable and after a couple of attempts he gave that up as well. He'd better do whatever Amy said, as she was his only hope of gaining access to his cock.

When he returned, Amy was sitting cross legged in the middle of Ben's large bed with her long hair hanging loosely around her face. He slipped off his dressing grown and approached her reverently, wearing only the cock cage.

"Warm me up," she purred as she slowly uncrossed and spread her legs and lifted her red dress.

Ben moved in, taking his time to kiss her feet, her calves and then on to her soft thighs. The higher up he moved, the more the pressure built in the one inch cage. Amy motioned for Ben to lie down on his back so that she could sit astride his face.

"Now just think of my vagina as the key to your freedom," Amy breathed as her black silk underwear touched down on Ben's face, "my pussy is your mistress and you must obey her."

Ben pushed her briefest of underwear to one side and gently placed his lips on her already warm, wet vagina. She may have taken his cock, but he could penetrate her with his tongue. He started slowly and then increased the intensity. Amy's hips thrust slowly back and forth, but did not move from his face. Her passion grew and then fell and by the end she was still sitting on him, breathing hard. Ben reached for Amy hips in an attempt to lift her from his face.

"Can I be released?" he asked, her pussy pushing stubbornly down on to his mouth.

"She's not satisfied yet."

Ben moved his hands down and grabbed Amy's butt. Still the brunette remained planted on his face and so he went again. Again her cries stopped and her breathing slowly and yet she continued to sit on his face.

"Please Amy, I really want to make out."

"Well sit up then," she teased.

Amy slid back on to Ben neck, with his head now tightly between her thighs.

"Why would I want to make out with a guy with a one inch cock?" she couldn't quite contain her smile.

"If you unlock me it's a hell of a lot bigger."

Amy's teasing smile grew as she increased her weight on his neck and watched as Ben struggled for air beneath her. The slight asphyxiation was sending more blood to his cock and soon he was holding the chastity cage with both hands. She could feel the tendons in his next straining beneath her butt and quickly had to rein in her sadistic side.

She slid back on to his chest and turned around so that she was facing down towards his sexy body and the cage.

"This has worked so well on you," she observed as she played with the small cage

"It's taken over my life," Ben replied.

"It's supposed to."

"Please, please, please unlock me!"

Ben's hands were again all over her body. He was desperate to make love to her, he just needed his cock. He was like a man possessed. Amy leaned forward and slipped the cage into her mouth. She sealed her lips around the warm steel and then used her tongue to play with the tip. Unsurprisingly, there was little reaction from Ben who could feel her warm breath on his balls, but nothing more.

Amy moved to his balls and used her nose to play with them and then brought her lips and tongue into play. Ben was alternating between cries of pleasure and desperate pleas for her to unlock him.

"Amy, please Amy, I'm ready!"

To silence these pleas, she turned around again and sat back down squarely on his mouth. Her bottom was proving to be an amazingly effective gag. She had now muted him, but she could still see his pleading eyes.

Amy had a problem. She hadn't planned to get this intimate with Ben tonight and as such, she hadn't brought the key to his cock lock. Damn, why did Ben always make her go further and faster than she'd planned? She was now sitting on an incredibly sexy guy who was as desperate to make love to her and she'd forgotten the fucking key! She was frustrated with herself and worried about how Ben would react. She brought her legs together to cover his face. That was better, for the next few minutes at least, she could pretend he wasn't there while she thought of a plan.

"This week I've given you your balls," Amy announced in her sexiest huskiest voice, Ben's face still sealed beneath the back of her thighs, "Next week I'll give you your cock." She was anxious about how he would react, but the feeling of his lips once again pushing into her vagina told her that she didn't need to worry.

"Would you like to stay the night?" came a muffled voice from somewhere beneath her.

"Maybe," she replied nonchalantly while her body was screaming 'Yes!'

By the time Amy finally removed her butt from his face, Ben was well and truly back under her spell. He was even more intrigued as Amy fetched her handbag and returned with a length of chain and two small padlocks. She pulled off her dress and wrapped the chain around her narrow waist and locked it in place with the first padlock. Lying on her side, she then snuggled up to Ben and padlocked the spare end of the chain to the chastity cage.

"Now unless you want me rolling over and ripping off your cock," she looked into his strong brown eyes, "you'd better hold me close all night."

Ben immediately wrapped his arms around the slim brunette and squeezed. Amy was in heaven. Nobody had held her like this for a long time and certainly no one as good as Ben.

"Where are the keys to these padlocks?" Ben asked as he played with the chain that connected his cock to her narrow waist.

Amy didn't answer, her eyes were closed and she was smiling as she fell asleep. Ben smelt her hair and then ran his hands down her bare back, his fingers bouncing over each vertebra until he reached the chain. Beyond that her pert butt was still contained inside her black silk panties. He remembered back to the first time she'd locked him in the belt. She'd reached up inside her skirt and tucked the key away safely inside her underwear. It had taken him ages to earn the right to enter her skirt and the feeling of when he'd first kissed her thighs was still vivid in his mind. It had taken him even longer to earn the right to get inside her panties, the vault where she had so often kept his key.

Her body had been so intimidating. Dressed in a red leather skirt, she had put him inside a steel locker and used her legs as bars blocking the entrance. Her hips had flicked the door closed and her butt had rested on the door, trapping him in place until the bolt locked home. He had then watched her legs stride away, leaving him helplessly locked inside the steel box. Now, however, he had earned free access and was enjoying slipping his hand inside her panties and gently squeezing her butt. Unfortunately, the key wasn't inside there today, which meant that every touch of her silky smooth butt came with a crushing sensation inside his cage.

She moaned, stretched and moved her top leg across his body where it came to rest on his chastity cage. Maybe she was subconsciously making sure that he didn't leave her, not that that was necessary. While his cock was chained to her slim supple body he would follow her anywhere.

When Ben woke the next morning, Amy was lying on top of him smiling. She may have been close to forty, but Ben was making her feel like a teenager again. She slowly climbed off the bed giggling, as Ben carefully followed her keen to retain his cock. Amy stripped off her underwear and walked backwards into the bathroom and into the running shower.

"You're very obedient when we're connected like this."

"Yes, one flick of your hips and I'm..."

"A woman?" Amy giggled.

"In pain," Ben corrected, preferring his answer to hers.

Amy's interest in the debate waned as she started rubbing herself against Ben's shiny steel cock cage. Ben decided to help by grabbing her butt and lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Amy's cries were now causing him bedlam down below.

"Amy please, I really want to fuck you!"

She pulled her tongue out of his mouth and bit his lip. Ben pushed her up against the tiles so that she could thrust into him with even more intensity.

With the sodden brunette showing little sign of exhaustion, Ben turned off the water and let Amy lead him back to the kitchen diner and back to her handbag. She dug out a small key ring with two keys and unlocked the chain around her waist.

"This will be fun," she smiled as she held up the open padlock and the end of the chain that was still attached to his cock.

"Amy, I'm not a dog."

"Really?"

The naked brunette had already looped the chain around the chrome bar that supported the bench and was now locking it with the padlock. "I suggest you make me coffee," she said as she kissed Ben, "Oh and 'stay'," she giggled as she followed the trail of water back to the bathroom.

Ben watched her bare butt bounce away and then tried in vain to separate his cock from the kitchen bench which was in turn bolted into the floor. Fuck, that little butt had certainly left him as helpless as any dog and so unable to go anywhere, he turned his attention to making her a good cup of coffee.

Amy towelled dry and returned to the kitchen wearing Ben's black dressing gown. With her hair still wet, she sat on the stool with her knees pulled up into her chest. They had spent the night together and were now talking like friend. To Ben it was starting to look and feel like she was his girlfriend. Amy was also aware of the boyfriend girlfriend vibe and was holding her coffee cup to her lips like a barrier to hide her bashfulness. This sexy guy with the killer body sitting on the stool next to her was making her feel like a giggly teen. He was watching her intently, with the look of a man who was completely under her spell.

"I feel kinda vulnerable chained up like this," Ben smiled.

Amy hugged her legs tighter and smiled back, but didn't reply as Ben continued to talk.

"Are you going to leave me like this? When can I see you again? Will you unlock me next time? When can I make love to you? You are such an amazing woman."

Amy was struggling to manage her emotions. "Stay," was all she replied as she walked back to the bedroom.

When Amy returned, she was once again wearing her red dress, her hair was up in a rough pony tail and she wore sunglasses to hide her lack of makeup.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she smiled for behind her shades, "in return, I'm not going to lock you back inside the chastity belt."

"You've still got me locked up in this thing," Ben replied, pulling at the tiny locked Prince Albert cage.

Amy couldn't quite suppress a smile and so instead ordered Ben to kneel, which he could only just manage while chained to the bench. She then stepped forward and wrapped her dress over his head.

"Any parting words to your mistress before I leave?" she breathed.

Within seconds Ben's lips were inside her. Fuck this was just too good. Even after she'd orgasmed yet again, Ben's lips waited like a faithful dog gently pressed up against her panties. She pulled up a stool and perched on the edge as Ben continued to wait inside her dress. She pulled out her phone and played with it for another ten minutes and still Ben's lips remained pushed up against her crotch, waiting for her next instruction.

"Good boy," Amy smiled, "I'll call you."

Amy stood up and stepped over his head. With his big brown eyes looking up at her, she pulled the padlock keys from where they were pinned inside her left bra and placed them down on the table before leaving the apartment. Ben was still in a dream world filled with her warm scent. It seemed inevitable that this relationship was moving into something more personal and intimate and it was only a matter of time before she was more than just his keyholder. But right then he was still her prisoner with no possible way to get his cock out from under her lock and key and that was still an amazing place to be.

Amy returned to her flat and ran straight to her dirty laundry basket. She pulled out her orange gym shorts and unzipped the back pocket. The key! Why the hell hadn't she taken it with her to Ben's place? It had been an amazing evening, but it could have been so much better if she could have felt him inside her. At least he was hers for another day, still locked up and still besotted with her as his keyholder. He had so wanted to make love to her and next time, assuming she remembered to bring the key, he would.

She often fantasised about how she would unlock him. Would she first handcuff him to the bed so that she remained totally in control, or would she release him completely? That would be exciting too. He had such a fit and strong body he could do anything to her, pin her to the bed with his muscled arms and pushed his cock deep inside... She brought herself back to reality. She was a lonely single woman with a key and a guy who she really hoped would remain interested.

Ben lay in bed playing with his one inch long cock, locked inside 'her' one inch long metal chastity cage. Somewhere inside was a metal hook that ran through his Prince Albert piercing. He could think of nothing but the amazing woman who had locked him inside. She was sexy cruel, exciting, teasing... fuck she was perfect. He had really wanted to make love to her last night, but her denying him that pleasure made her even more desirable. He'd given her oral sex, he'd had his head buried between her sexy legs and that memory was all he needed.

However, two days later and Amy was still filling his daydreams and he still had no way to disperse the sexual energy that that created. This little steel device was once again taking over his life and he had to do something. So later that night, he decided to take the initiative, to take a chance that could either result in an amazing weekend, or piss her off totally and leave him permanently locked up in her device.

'Paris, this weekend, will you come?'

Okay the text had been delivered and now he could only wait for her response.

Amy appeared minutes before the train to Paris was due to leave. She was wearing a large rimmed sun hat, sunglasses and her long dark hair was hanging loose by her shoulders. She wore a fitted white blouse made from thin, slightly translucent material with a large silver necklace. She wore short shorts in a silky black floral print which were loose enough to look dressy yet did little to hide Amy's figure. Her long legs finally ended with high black heels and a small carry on case.

"You look fantastic!" Ben smiled as he kissed her cheek.

"Just keep saying that," Amy smiled back, pleased with her bitchy 'response'.

She was nervous. She'd dreamt of spending a weekend in Paris with Ben and he looked so good in his tight white shirt and tan chinos. This weekend could be so much fun, but familiarity could all too easily destroy her mystique. Without their special 'chastity' relationship she doubted he would have ever noticed her. She had to keep him on edge, be a cruel sexy bitch, but without going too far.

They boarded the train and Amy slipped into the window seat and Ben took the aisle seat next to her. Amy's shorts had already ridden up reveal most of her thigh and then she pushed them up further. The many hours in the gym had firmed up her legs and she was proud of their slight muscular definition. She placed her hands on her knees and then ran them slowly up to her crotch to make sure Ben had noticed.

"I'm going to tether you to my leg," she explained in response to his look.

As instructed, Ben had taken the chain that she had left at his apartment and padlocked one end to his cock cage. Amy had already taken the padlock keys from him and now dug her hand into his trouser pocket to retrieve the excess chain.

"I love it when I woman puts her hand in my pocket," Ben smiled.

Amy pushed her hand in further and grabbed his cock cage through the lining of the pocket. "I've felt bigger," she replied.

"Believe me it's trying!"

"My money's on the high strength steel."

Ben's look changed to one of resignation and that made Amy smile as she pulled the chain out of his pocket and passed it underneath her nearest thigh. She then wrapped the chain around her leg for a second time and then lowered her thigh to pin the chain between her leg and the seat. The silver chain glistened from the overhead reading lights and contrasted against her soft tanned skin.

"You can't go anywhere with your cock tied to my leg," she purred as she kissed Ben on the cheek.

"Just don't stand up suddenly."

That made Amy giggle. She crossed her legs towards him and kissed him again, this time on the lips.

"Don't worry. I want what's inside that cage as much as you do..."

"You've brought the key to unlock me then?" Ben checked.

"Maybe, but there's no guarantee I'm going to release you," Amy said seriously, the feeling of power making her tingle.

"At the whim of a sexy woman then," Ben thought out loud.

"Yes, that's exactly what you are..."

Part of Amy wished that they were just a regular couple spending a weekend sightseeing and making love, but having said that, the more she teased and tormented him with her words the sexier she felt. If she kept this up, she would climax before they arrived. Her feelings were only fuelled by the look in Ben's beautiful brown eyes. He was breathing heavily, his heart was pounding and his mouth was dry. His whole focus was on her, he would do anything for her right now and this feeling of power was removing all her inhibitions.

"These beautiful lips," she breathed, running her fingertips around his mouth, "I want these beautiful lips planted permanently on my vagina. Remove them before I tell you and... I won't unlock you."

"That won't be a problem, I can start right now," Ben breathed back.

"Really? In the train?"

Ben tried to pull the chain free so that he could kneel in front of her, but it only tightened up around her thigh. "Why don't you untether my cock from your thigh and tie my head there instead."

"What makes you think that you have access to my panties?"

"My lips on your vagina?" he reminder her.

Amy's stern look broke into a smile as Ben once again pulled against the chain. This time Amy took the second small padlock and used it to lock her end of the chain to her thigh.

"No way to escape now."

Ben looked jealously at the shiny chain that ran around her thigh, tantalisingly close to the front of her underwear. The chastity cage was once again playing with his mind and he found himself able to focus on anything other than kissing her between her legs. Not because he wanted her to unlock him, but because he wanted to please her and hear her come to orgasm. Amy crossed her legs and the chain was lost from sight. Ben put his arm around her and she nestled into his shoulder as they watched the train pull away.

They walked out of the station talking and smiling like all the other couples that had just arrived in the city. There was no visible sign of the Prince Albert cage locked on Ben's cock, or the key that Ben assumed, or at least hoped, was somewhere in Amy's possession.

They left their suitcases at the hotel and started to walk to the Latin Quarter to find somewhere for lunch. To start with they walked side by side, but then Ben took her hand. Amy squeezed his hand in return. A few minutes later, when the opportunity arose, Ben put his arm around her shoulders and again Amy quickly returned the gesture. Her body felt warm and sexy and a few steps later as they turned on to quiet side street, Ben stopped her and wrapped both arms around her waist.

He knew he was crossing the boundary between a keyholding relationship and a lover relationship, but he didn't care as he instinctively kissed her on the lips. Again Amy didn't fight it. She removed her sunglasses, and without breaking contact, slowly opened her lips. Ben's tongue was going deeper and his hands had dropped to her butt.

He pulled Amy towards him and again Amy reciprocated with a gentle thrust of her hips. At this point he would usually be hard and the girl would feel his cock pressing gently between her legs. His touch would start to arouse her, start to waken her body. This time however, he had no erection, only an increasingly aching cock.

With the ache reaching danger level, Ben let go off her butt and reached for his own sore groin. When that didn't help, he crouched down with his legs apart. That helped, but he was now face to face with Amy bare legs. He instinctively ran his hands up the front, her smooth skin feeling warm and soft. His hands continued up inside the front of her shorts, following her panty line. They then traced a path around her hips, down her butt and back down to her ankles.

He looked up at her eyes that were once again hidden behind sunglasses. He had a pained look, his heart was pumping and his breathing fast. He placed his lips in the inside of thigh and kissed her once more.

"I can't do it," he winced, "This fucking thing stops me from even kissing a girl!"

"Everything's possible," Amy replied, "...with my permission."

"When will that be?"

With her eyes hidden behind her shades, he focused on her full lips which twitched into a slight smile, but did not reply. He stood up and kissed her lips some more in the hope that they might reply. The lips remained silent, but broke into a beautiful smile.

He took Amy by the hand, "Can I buy you lunch?"

"Yes."

"Then can I make love to you?"

Her lips widened, but said nothing.

Amy was buzzing. Ben's attempt to seduce her in the street had been so cute and he'd done everything right. He'd taken her to Paris and he looked so gorgeous. His adoring glances made her feel so sexy and his kisses were like nothing she'd experience before. Yet all of his efforts had been in vain because of the chastity cage.

The key was actually hidden inside the bottom hem of her shorts. She could feel it bouncing against the back of her thigh as she walked and now that they were sitting in the cafe, she could feel it pinned beneath her leg. Amy smiled to herself. The key was right there, yet despite Ben's interest in her body and his intimate touch he had yet to find it.

After a long lunch that neither wanted to rush, they returned to their hotel room. Ben closed the door behind them and grabbed Amy around the waist. Using his kisses to distract her, he pushed her back on to the large bed.

"Careful," Amy giggled, "Apparently my body is dangerous for you."

"Not if you let me out to play."

"If...if...if. So many 'ifs'."

Ben was starting to learn the many steps he had to follow if he ever wanted to get access to his penis. He'd taken her to Paris, taken her to lunch and now her legs were spread and waiting for him to move to the next stage. He slid down the bed and placed his head between her thighs.

Amy was so ready for him that even his first few kisses through her silk shorts were making her cry out loud. Just as that feeling was coming off its peak, she felt him navigate inside her purposely short shorts and arrive at her clit. Ben was getting even better with practice and all those many hours between her legs were really paying off.

She climaxed and then as usual clamped her legs together around his neck to indicate that she needed a rest, but that Ben wasn't free to leave. Ben knew the signal well and, as before, he had to gently tap her legs like a wrestler conceding a fight in the hope that she would loosen her grip a little and allow him to breathe. Ben then waited patiently, still pinned between her uber strong thighs, as he listened to her after cries. Trying to leave at this point was both impossible and unwise.

The second orgasm arrived, but this time Amy's legs didn't clamp closed on him. He was just catching his breath when the horny brunette sat up and refocused on her prey. She unbuttoned his tan chinos and they both looked at his cock that had now been aching for hours. Just thinking about Amy would give him an erection and looking at her would make him rock hard. Spending the weekend with her in Paris, while in chastity, was taking its toll.

"I think my cock's given up any hope of getting out of here."

"There's always hope... no matter how slight," Amy purred.

"Are you sure this thing actually comes off?"

"Aha... with the key."

"The 'key', funny you mention that," Ben replied.

"But I want to see you try and get if off without that."

"I've been trying all week!" Ben cried out as his fingers pulled at the locked device, "It won't come off."

Amy giggled as Ben's strong hands pulled at the cage. Maybe she was enjoying this more than he was and so a minute later, she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to secretly remove the key from the back hem of her shorts.

Within seconds she was back and clicking her fingers to order Ben to lie down. With his cute head resting on the linen sheet, it was all too easy for her to simply sit on his face. The black silky shorts were making her feel sexy and so they must have been causing mayhem for Ben. Ben was moaning beneath her, which was no surprise as she had really made the poor guy suffer. Now was his reward. They'd both got off on the chastity and now they would both get off on the sex.

Amy kept him blindfolded by her shorts as she reached forward and pushed the long thin key into the lock. She turned it and removed the various parts of the steel device and carefully unhooked his piercing.

"Oh fuck, that feels weird!" he moaned as the blood rushed into his cock.

He tried to sit up, but Amy held him down, using her silky shorts as both a blindfold and a restraint. She gently massaged his cock to make sure all was in order after two weeks under her lock and key. His cock seemed to be fine and was already fully extended. Ben was desperate to make love, but Amy's silky shorts still pinned his face to the bed.

"Let's do it!" he cried.

"You'll come before I get anywhere near you sweetie."

"No, I'm ready."

"You just stay!"

He grabbed her hips and tried to lift her up, but she sat upright to channel her entire weight on to his face. Her butt was still winning when, only a few seconds later, he orgasmed. The feeling was like nothing else and he cried out in ecstasy, only for his loud cries to be muffled by Amy body that was sitting bolt upright on top of him.

"You see... I need to bring back on line slowly," Amy said as she tickled his stomach with her nails, "my little cage has really fucked with both your cock and your mind and I need to rehabilitate you before you're ready for a woman."

Ben stopped struggling and lay beneath her in post coital exhaustion. He was still shaking from the huge rush of endorphins and was grateful to be held in place beneath her. The room was spinning and without her safe warm weight, he feared he would fall off the bed.

Gradually the high subsided and he was ready to go again.

"Now let's do it!" he said, his lips fighting to move against her butt.

"Are you sure you're ready to please me?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Amy sat still for another minute as he squirmed beneath her. His nose was making her bottom tingle and the sight of his large cock sticking proudly into the air was doing the same for the rest of her body. She climbed off him and slowly started to strip. Now completely naked she stepped excitedly on to the bed and cried out in delight as Ben pulled her down and lay on top of her.

"I love that no one else can have you," she breathed.

"You have exclusive use," Ben replied, his lips now more concerned with her erect nipples.

He moved further up her body and his cock pushed up between her legs. It was now Amy's turn to shake as he slowly eased himself inside. Again he came before her, but remained inside to take her as far as he could.

"That cage has really taken my stamina," he panted slightly disappointedly.

"That's okay, you've all weekend to get it right."

"It won't take me long."

"Good," she replied with a teasing smile, "If you can't please me with your cock, there's really no point in unlocking you."

Amy was now kissing his cock as blood rushed back in for number three. Take three was good and take four was even better and after take five even Amy's insatiable sexual appetite was met. Her whole body was glowing as she kissed him on the lips and wriggled out from his embrace.

Ben was so relaxed that he felt as if he was melting into the bed. His eyes were closed, but he could still hear the unmistakable sound of steel clinking against steel as Amy collected up the various part of his cage.

"That time already?" he sat up and looked at the naked woman through half closed eyes.

"I'm done with you for now, so.... click!"

Ben lay back down to enjoy the thrill of being locked up and also the thrill of having Amy's naked butt sit on his stomach as she put him back under lock and key. She had only let him out for just over an hour, but what an hour it was. He felt himself being squeezed back into the steel tube and the steel hook pushed through his piercing.

Ben wanted to see Amy turn the key and so tried to sit up. In response Amy's bottom moved from his stomach to his chest from where the laws of physics ensured he remained on his back.

"Can't I watch?"

"It none of your business sweetie."

"It's my cock!"

Ben realised his mistake as soon as he'd said it, but Amy had already decided on his punishment and had already planted her naked butt down on his face. She sat upright on top of him, her back arching up from her hips, her long hair hanging down over her shoulders.

"Whose cock is it?" she asked.

Ben's lips were far too deeply buried between her butt cheeks to answer and so Amy remained seated. When she finally released him, Ben looked up with dazed, oxygen deprived eyes.

"I'm sorry, my mistake," he panted with a smile.

"Apology accepted," she giggled as she bounced off the bed and into the shower.

Ben lay on the bed listening to Amy sing, she actually wasn't bad. He looked down at his cock that was now back behind bars. He glanced around the room to see if he could find the key. He still had no idea where she was keeping it, the key just seemed to appear and then disappear at her whim. He climbed to his feet and went to join her in the shower.

"That was wonderful," he smiled as he lent forward to take all her water, "shall we do it again?"

"Too late," she smiled, "the bitch has locked you up!"

Ben knew that this was an argument that he couldn't win and so didn't pursue it as they redressed and walked back out into the Paris afternoon. He still had no idea where Amy was hiding the key, even though her silky black patterned shorts that caressed Amy's hips were only inches away.


Part 3 (added: 2018/10/08)

The weekend in Paris had been fantastic, three whole days with Amy plus three consecutive nights of release. Returning to work had been hard, not least because he had now spent five continuous days inside the locked chastity cage. Nights were particularly hard as his cock had started to expect freedom. In the early hours it would throb and the pressure inside the cage would build. Ben would wake up and massage his balls while he watched his helpless red straining cock try to squeeze through the tiny slits between the bars. In the end, like any good institutionalised prisoner, his cock would finally calm down and rest patiently in its cell.

For the hundredth time, Ben tried to reach the steel hook that threaded through his Prince Albert piercing. This painfully sadistic invention must have been dreamed up by a woman. Sure you can pull out 'most' of your cock, you just leave the tip behind. Although it was a hopeless situation, sometimes late at night Ben was tempted to try the impossible.

He picked up his phone and dialled the only number that mattered, "Hi Amy."

"Hi darling," she replied, in a sleepy, husky voice.

"I really need you!"

"You can't have me now... you have to wait until tomorrow night."

Ben was shivering and moaning, his mouth still close to the phone.

"Are you trying to come without me?" she asked.

Ben was sitting on his king sized bed with lubricant spilling over his cock cage, dripping down on to his balls. One hand rubbed and vibrated the cock cage, while the other held tightly to the phone, desperate to hear Amy's voice, even her breathing, any small signal from her.

His cock was swelling inside the cage and he stroked the red skin that was starting to force itself through the slits. He continued to shake the cage and focus his mind on Amy.

"Talk to me!" he panted into the phone.

"I'm laying in bed... spread eagle," she breathed, "with your key in my hand."

"Oh yeah!"

Ben could feel the sexual excitement building inside his one inch long cock as he focused on her voice, her sensual words that were followed by gentle moans and heavier breathing.

"Yes, keep going!" Ben cried.

Amy's fingers were brushing her clit and circling her vagina as she spoke. Ben's cries of frustration were just too cute.

"My legs are open and I'm ready for you," Amy breathed, "... just place your lips right here..."

"Come on!" Ben cried as his cock ached more and more, but the sexual feeling inside the cage was starting to plateau.

"Now you're deep inside me and my legs are locked around your body..."

Ben sat upright on the edge of his bed and madly shook his cage, "I've got to do this!" he cried, bashing his hand down on the shiny steel cage in frustration, "Come on!"

"Oh fuck.... Oh fuck...." Amy called, her imagination going crazy.

Ben jumped to his feet and thrust his hips forward against the wall. The feeling still wasn't there. He grabbed at the collection of keys that in a moment of weakness he had used to try to escape. He picked up the only key that would actually fit the lock, but as usual it wouldn't turn.

"Oh fuck, where's the key now?" he moaned.

"You don't want to know darling..."

He gripped the cage with both hands to try to bend the steel, but it was pointless with a device that didn't even rattle. Amy continued to whisper insanely sexy words through the phone, but not even her silky descriptive language could transfer enough sexual energy into the tiny cock cage and he let go and lay back on the bed, just in time to hear Amy climax.

"Amy?"

Amy held the phone to her lips to ensure her gentle cries of pleasure echoed through the phone. That had been wonderful, even more so because Ben had been unable to come. This wasn't her being a sadistic bitch, this is what made their relationship so special. A little steel device working twenty hour hours a day to ensure he remained her property.

"Please can we try again?" Ben pleaded.

She smiled, this was fun. She could make him do anything. She wrapped her black silk robe around her and sat on the window sill. She pulled her knees into her body and let her dark hair hang loose around her face, as if hiding her shyness.

"Kneel down in front of the kitchen stool."

Ben immediately followed her order.

"Now rest your nose on the leather seat and imagine my naked scent."

Amy put her hand to her lips to suppress her giggles as she listened to him sniff the stool. Fuck, she was more twisted than she'd imagined.

"Now imagine I'm sitting on the stool, your lips are up against my pussy and my legs have closed around you. Once you have brought me to orgasm I will unlock you and you can do whatever you want with my body..."

Ben was kneeling, worshipping his absent lover and using both hands to try and drive enough sensation into his crushed cock. One minute he felt something, the next it was gone. He'd never felt so turned on or so desperate to ejaculate.

"Yes... no... fuck!" he stood up and paced the room, "I can't take this Amy. Please! I need the key."

"Fetch the jeans that I left in your wardrobe," she instructed, "Now lie on your bed, put your head inside my jeans and tighten the belt."

Ben plugged in earphones and followed her instructions. The belt that usually wrapped around Amy's slim hips now encircled his neck.

"Now focus on the scented air... but breathe slowly," she whispered, gazing out on to the city.

"That's gorgeous," he panted from inside his denim hood.

"Now stay there until I say," she breathed.

Ben had had a fitful night and had struggled through the following day at work. When he returned home he showered and followed Amy's careful instructions. He knelt down beneath his kitchen counter and handcuffed himself to the steel support bar with his hands behind his back. In front of him, just out of your reach, were the cuff keys resting on Amy's favourite stool.

Amy was still five blocks away, walking quickly towards his apartment. She'd had a bad day at work and hated her new office temping role. Plus some fuckwit had just whistled and called out to her and she was worried that he might follow her.

She was missing Ben and desperate to see him again.

Things with Ben were changing. At first she'd offered to lock him up just for amusement and to see the look in his sexy brown eyes, but it had turned into something exciting, both sexually and emotionally. She'd played the sadistic bitch, upping the stakes with a full belt and then a piercing, but the meaner she was the more Ben adored her. It was like being back in medieval times and she was the Princess. He wanted to please her. He was obsessed with her body, when she allowed him to be, and he was obsessed with her cruelty when she didn't. She had never felt so sexually alive.

But, as much as she loved being a dominant bitch, tonight she would be happy to just fall asleep in his arms.

"Good evening," she smiled as her black heels clipped into Ben's apartment and stood dangerously close to where Ben was kneeling, handcuffed and naked other than for her chastity device.

Ben's eyes focused on her shoes before working their way up her long tanned and increasingly toned legs to the shortest of grey skirts. Tucked in to the skirt was a white blouse, low cut over her breasts. Her hair was down and she was wearing shades.

"You're very trusting. I may not have come."

"Really?" he smiled, edging forward in an attempt to kiss her legs.

"Really!"

Amy stepped forward to touch his muscled shoulders, only to find Ben trying to nuzzle his lips inside her skirt. She knew it fitted her too tightly for that, but it was fun to feel him try. She sat down on the stool and poured two glasses of red wine from the waiting bottle.

"You don't need me as much as I need you?" he asked.

"You're cuffed to an immovable object and I'm sitting on the key," Amy smiled back.

"Okay, there is that."

Ben strained against the cuffs in the hope of kissing her legs.

"What would you do if I left now?" she teased, extending a leg for him to kiss.

"Oh fuck, you know I need you..."

Amy glowed and pulled her stool closer so that Ben lips could reacquaint themselves with her inner thighs.

"One day I'm going to chain you between my legs with keyless padlocks... and you'll be there forever."

"Not long enough," Ben mumbled.

Amy sipped her wine and casually crossed her legs, "Tell me about the last night."

"I didn't even get close."

"Keep going," Amy smiled teasingly.

"Are you getting off on this?"

"Maybe..."

Amy's sun glasses prevented him from seeing her eyes, but her lips were giving her away. She placed one foot on his shoulder.

"What did it feel like?" she asked.

"Fuck! I was physically unable to come," he exclaimed as if amazed that she had to ask.

Amy uncrossed her legs and hitched up her skirt. She pulled Ben's head up between her thighs and interlocked her legs behind him.

"Oh that feels so good," she moaned, "It's been a shit week."

"I'll look after you."

"You're making a wonderful start," Amy panted, her body already trembling, "Oh fuck, where are those keyless padlocks when you need them!"

"Well we have what appears to be a keyless chastity cage," Ben panted.

Amy giggled.

"I'm going to shower," she said.

But as she stood up, her skirt knocked the cuffs keys on to the floor and out of Ben's reach. They shared a glance and a smile.

"I'll be waiting darling," Ben smiled

"Guess you will..."

Amy walked away with her skirt still hitched up, leaving Ben as horny as hell and feeling as though he'd been on a sexual high all week. When she returned, Amy was wearing one of Ben's shirts that was far too big for her. Her damp hair was up and she looked exhausted.

"Can we stay in and watch I movie?" she asked.

"Sure, but can I ask a favour first?" he smiled, gesturing to the handcuff key that she had knocked across the room.

Amy giggled and flopped down on to the nearby sofa, drawing her legs into her body. Even in her current state she got a rush controlling someone so cute. She finished her wine and reached down for the cuff key and hooked the key ring over her small toe.

"You're not disappointed if we stay in tonight?" Amy asked nervously.

"Of course not, I like it under my kitchen bench."

She laughed out loud, "I may let you out of there," she giggled as she swung around and placed her bare foot with the key in reach of his lips.

They had eaten and watched a movie and were now curled up on the sofa. Ben's cock has been throbbing all evening, but he hadn't wanted to ask Amy to unlock him. Partly because she looked too exhausted to make love and also because he was getting off on just watching her beautiful teasing eyes.

Ben looked down to see that Amy was fast asleep. He carefully extracted himself from her embrace and slipped one arm under her legs and one around her shoulders. She woke as he carried her to his bedroom and removed her shirt. He kissed her nipples, which reacted as always, and laid her down on his bed and within seconds she had fallen asleep.

He lay next to her enjoying the feeling between his legs. As always, his cock was growing and shrinking inside the small chastity cage. A private love hate relationship playing out inside the cage. His cock relaxed with a tingling sensation as it sunk down inside the bars, but then Amy let out a whispered sigh. He looked over and his cock throbbed and woke, the pressure building again inside his tiny steel prison.

At first it felt wonderful and Ben touched her breasts and let his fingertips run down between her legs. The private feud continued as his cock tried to smash its way out of her cage. What he would give to have one last orgasm before they feel asleep.

It hadn't been the evening he had expected, but Ben had loved looking after the woman he idolised. She was now lying naked other than for brief, pastel coloured silk underwear that hugged her body. He knew that the key to his chastity cage was inside, hidden in the crotch lining sewn into the garment on three sides creating a small pocket deep between her legs.

His fingers gently followed the silky material down between her legs and a surge of excitement hit his body as he felt the outline of the single key. His cock was bursting, desperate as hell for some release.

With Amy lying on her side, he pulled open the front of her panties and looked inside at her shaved pussy and the start of the crotch lining. He so wanted relief, but he didn't want to spoil the magic that they shared. He had never touched that magical key and didn't want to now.

He let go off Amy's underwear leaving the elastic to reseal the key in its home. But his cock was still pulsing and, just as the night before, he tried to stroke the steel cage in the hope of orgasm. Within minutes his focus had returned to Amy and he lay with his eyes only inches from her panties, desperately longing for what was inside.

Ben again pulled the front of the gorgeous silk lingerie and this time he couldn't stop himself from pushing his fingers inside, but his touch had stimulated her and she moaned. Ben looked up and quickly removed his fingers just before she stretched her legs and rolled on to her front.

Ben's cock was aching madly as he now stared at Amy's butt. He could still just feel the key between her thighs, but retrieving it without waking her was now impossible. He stood up and paced around his room, his tiny knob swinging pathetically. If only he had that key it would be so much bigger and doing so much more.

He ran his nose down between her butt cheeks following the line of the pleated lingerie and then kissed her, as if saying goodnight to the key and goodnight to his hopes of being unlocked. Amy moaned quietly as Ben covered her with a white sheet and went to take a shower.

Amy was sitting astride Ben's waist when he woke the next morning. He was lying on his back with his arms by his sides, arms that were now pinned in place, immobilised by her thighs. She was sitting on his tiny chastity cage, enjoying the feel of the high security device resting between her bare cheeks.

Her long dark hair hung down over her shoulders, modestly covering her bare breasts. Everything from there down was on show. In turn Ben was completely naked other than for the chastity cage. When she was ready, it would be all too easy to release him and for their naked bodies to touch.

She ran her fingertips over his torso, sending shivers and tickles into his body. She was impatient for him to wake up and she giggled excitedly as she felt his muscled body stir beneath her. His eyes opened and she slid forward a little to keep him pinned to the bed.

"Good morning," she smiled, "Thank you for waiting..."

Ben lifted his head and tried to move his arms, but then relaxed, knowing better than to fight Amy's legs. She was also the woman with his key. His cock was already straining, his whole body now so desperate for release.

"My pleasure," he replied, his begging eyes heavy with lust.

She squeezed her thighs together more tightly. No one had ever loved her this much or been this committed to pleasing her; not even her mother. She knew how desperately horny Ben had been and yet he still obeyed her.

"I have a present for you," she sung.

Dangling her used underwear above him, she pushed her red painted nails inside the crotch lining to retrieve the key.

"It's been a while since this key has seen daylight..." she giggled.

"Oh fuck," Ben breathed as he tried again to move his arms, "Please?"

Amy had planned to tease him some more, but the look in his eyes was as much pained as it was aroused. She spun around and positioned her naked butt on his chiselled chest as she unlocked, unhooked and removed the interlocking parts of the Prince Albert cage. She had barely touched him when seconds later he climaxed, his cries of relief filling the room.

Amy giggled and jumped off his body. Ben could finally sit up. She shrieked with laughter as he caught her arm, pulled her back down and rolled on top of her naked body. Her giggling and shrieking echoed around the minimally furnished room.

"Now that you've unleashed me..." he purred.

Amy was trembling with excitement as he pinned her hands to the bed, his glistening biceps far too powerful for her to fight. She could feel him entering her, slowly and gently, his lips pushing down on hers. They came quickly and lay panting together. Amy loved that Ben was still lying on top of her, but disappointed that he had released her arms.

"My hands just love to love lock chastity cages," she teased, placing her arms back on the mattress.

"Really?"

"So if you don't lock them... They'll lock you!"

Ben's strong hands grabbed her again and a hot flush ran through her bare body and she tried in vain to free herself.

An hour later and Amy was sitting on Ben's chest with the chastity cage in her hand. His cock was still semi-erect and flushed from their love making and it looked gorgeous against his taunt stomach and muscled legs.

She positioned the ring behind his balls and looped the hook through his piercing. Then for the cruellest part as she concertinaed his cock back inside the one inch cage. Her fingers interlocked the cage and the ring and held them there as she slid the lock in place. One tiny turn of the key and she once again his goddess.

"Let's shower," Ben smiled, exhausted from the exertions.

"No... You make the coffee."

Completely at ease with her naked body, Amy led Ben back out to the kitchen and used a chain and padlock to lock his cock cage to the steel bar that supported the granite bench. Amy padlocked men by the balls in the same way as most women padlock their bikes, and in a matter-of-fact way she casually dropped the keys out of his reach on the sofa.

"Amy!" he begged, her lithe body just too gorgeous. He yanked the chain in frustration.

"What can I say, I'm twisted," her voice was still husky from exertions and a slight cold.

"Please?"

"It makes me tingle down here... and it feels fucking lovely."

"And that's enough to chain me up like a dog?"

She walked back and kissed him on the lips, "Careful... The idea of leaving you chained up all weekend also turns me on."

Amy's eyes glazed over as Ben ran his fingers down between her legs.

"You are twisted," he breathed, kissing her lips.

Her lips parted, searching for Ben who was now distracted as he rubbed his own cock cage.

"Good luck with that darling," Amy called as she walked back to the shower, "Oh and by the way the keys are over there."

Amy had only taken three strides of her long bare legs before dropping the padlock keys on the sofa. But three strides of Amy's legs was too far for Ben as he waited, helplessly tethered by the balls. He was still trying to achieve the impossible when his front door opened and his ex-girlfriend, Louisa, walked in a short red flared skirt and black top that contrasted against her stunning blonde hair. Her heels and skirt combined to extenuate her legs in a deliberate attempt to win men and intimidate woman.

A year earlier Ben had been infatuated with this stunning blonde, despite the messed up woman behind the looks. The infatuation had passed, but she still had a key to his apartment.

"Oh I thought you were away for the weekend," she exclaimed.

In her heels Louisa was almost as tall as him and she strode towards him imposingly.

"Not a good time Lou," he cried.

"Fuck, you're in chastity!" Louisa exclaimed as Ben tried to fend off her hands, "And chained to your kitchen bench?"

It felt humiliating having his ex pace around him, but without the keys he was trapped. "Just trying new things," Ben replied as he tried to fend off her hands.

"I remember it being bigger than that!"

Louisa laughed as she distracted him with a hand to his cock and then changed tack and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips.

"Just leave!" Ben hissed.

"I want the keys," she breathed.

Neither of them had noticed Amy who had showered and was standing by the open bedroom door. She watched for the briefest of moments before striding purposely in the room, her long legs extenuated by tight white cotton trousers and black heels. Her hair was in a ponytail that hung down over a low cut grey top.

Barely looking at them, Amy plucked her handbag from the sofa and clipped noisily to the front door.

"Amy, this is Louisa," Ben tried to explain as his keyholder slammed the door behind her.

Ben and Louisa looked at each other in stunned silence.

Louisa released his neck, took a step back and crossed her arms, "Who the fuck was she?"

"Just pass me my phone!"

The blonde didn't move, but instead tilted her head down with a pout and waited for Ben to explain about the cage, the piercing and the woman with the key.

"You used to have such a lovely cock," she sighed.

"I still do!"

"No, you're 'fucked'," Louisa corrected, "If that woman has the only key."

Ben was more concerned about Amy than he was about the key and again tried to stretch across the kitchen to reach his phone, "Please Lou my phone," he begged.

Louisa deliberately flicked up her short skirt as she turned and elegantly stretched for the phone. She then placed the phone on the floor and rubbed one bare thigh against Ben's face as he crotched down to retrieve it.

Louisa pouted again as Ben ducted away just in time to avoid being scooped up between her legs. A second later and he would have been trapped and her legs could have worked their magic.

He started to text, 'Lou is OLD girlfriend'

Amy replied immediately, 'Will leave key in mail box later. Assume blonde can unlock your chain.'

'I want you... not your key'

'Key or nothing!"

Ben could almost see the pain in Amy's eyes, her insecurity welling up again.

'Nothing then'

'Your bad if fuck up cock trying to remove it'

'Won't remove it!"

'Enjoy celibacy.'

Ben looked up. Louisa was now sitting on a stool, her already short shirt hitched up, looking at him with a teasing smile. She had always wanted to get back with this cute guy and in his current predicament, naked and chained up by the cock, he looked even cuter.

"Lou, can pass me the key to this chain?"

Louisa ignored him and leaned forward, her lips apart as she tried to kiss him. Ben backed off as far as his chain would allow.

"Fine! Have it your way," she replied, her voice laced with frustration.

Louisa slowly uncrossed and opened her long legs to reveal a black thong that was barely there. She slipped her thong down to her feet and edged forward on her stool, anticipating the tender attention of Ben's lips.

"Please, you were always so good at this," Louisa smiled with staged puppy dog eyes.

"Really? After what you've just done?"

"Me?" she exclaimed, "You got yourself into this... letting some moody bitch lock you up."

Shit, now she was looking hurt too. It hadn't been his best breakup. With Louisa starting to collect up her phone and keys, he knelt down and placed his head inside her skirt.

"Thank you darling," she whispered.

He reluctantly kissed his ex-girlfriend, bringing her to multiple orgasms.

It was over half and hour later when Louisa released Ben from her legs and let him climb dejectedly to his feet. She stood up, stretched and reached down to pull her thong back into place between her cheeks. She straightened and smoothed her skirt and retied her ponytail.

"Goodbye then," Louisa said with a false smile across her beautifully tanned, made up face.

"Lou... the key?"

She swung her hips, swirling her skirt and walked towards the door.

"Please Lou, don't leave me chained to my fucking kitchen bench!" Ben cried in frustration.

She turned again, clipped back to the sofa and picked up the key. She slammed it down on the granite kitchen bench and stormed out.

Amy was sitting alone in the cafe. She had been crazy to think that this incredible young guy would stay interested in an almost forty year old. He had loved her as his keyholder, but she had fucked up by wanting more. She had spent far too much time with him and blown her cruel mystique. The blonde bitch was younger and a tart and she couldn't get the image out of her head.

This wasn't the first time she'd felt jealousy and she knew that it could really bring her down. This time with Ben, it would be even worse. She pulled the chastity keys from her bag and played with them between her fingers, but even that felt pointless now.

Her phone beeped and she opened a picture of Ben wearing the full steel chastity belt. Fuck, why was he doing this? He knew that she had the only key.

'I'm not returning the keys!' she clicked send

'Tonight. Outdoor pool. Usual room?'

Amy smiled as she remembered how she used to lock Ben inside lockers before allowing him a brief reprieve from his belt. The lockers at the outdoor pool were one of her favourite as she could pose in front of them in her bikini, frustrating the hell out of the guy locked inside. Amy unconsciously uncrossed her white cotton clad legs as she pictured him inside.

She picked the keys up from the table and slipped them back into her pocket. Maybe they had some use after all. She stood up leaving a warm indent in the creaking leather seat.

It was six o'clock the pool was closed as Ben squeezed inside the discretely positioned steel locker had Amy had previously chosen for him. It was a cruelly tight fit. He pushed a coin into the coin operated mechanism and let the door swing closed behind him. He could see the key through the metal grille; anyone could now turn it and lock him in. He desperately hoped it would be Amy and he desperately hoped this would show her that he was still devoted. He also hoped that she wouldn't leave him locked up for too long.

Amy arrived less than ten minutes later and immediately knelt down to read the note on the roses that he had left outside. He could see her smiling through the grille.

"I know you love to play this crazy game," he called out

She was about to smile and so quickly turned and rested her butt against the grille to make sure that Ben couldn't see. There was a metallic clatter and a cry of pain from behind her. She tried hard not to giggle, quickly clamping her palm to her mouth. Maybe this was the reason to forgive him that she so wanted to find.

"I'm sorry about my ex," Ben called, "I was just trying to protect my cock when she kissed me."

Amy's face broke into a wide smile, relief flowing through her body.

"I can't see much," he called.

Amy giggled out loud.

"Can I take you to dinner?" Ben continued.

Amy was now grinning, inadvertently pushing her fingertips inside her grey top to stimulate her nipples that were now cold from the evening air, but erect.

"Maybe breakfast," she finally replied, turning and looking down through the grille into the tiny space inside.

"Perfect!"

Ben watched as Amy reached forward, but instead of opening the door she simply turned and withdrew the key. The lock engaged and the coin dropped.

"Thanks for the key," she smiled sweetly as it disappeared inside her warm pocket.

Amy blew him a kiss and turned to leave as Ben slammed his hand against the inside of the locker door, his eyes peering desperately through the grille. Her body looked so beautiful and he was so desperate for her to return his cock and let him play.

"Amy?" Ben pushed at the solid steel door.

"Yes?"

"I want you!" he cried.

Amy looked back with a feeling of power welling up inside. She knelt down close to the grille and shook her hair free. Her large brown eyes were dilated and she parted her lips and traced around them with her tongue, her movements completely natural, driven by her overwhelming libido. As much as she wanted to release him, she had to get him back under her spell and there was nothing like an act of insane cruelly to mesmerise him.

In the half light she could see his gorgeous face and sculptured chest. He really was beautiful and locking him away from the world really was a crime.

"When I get home, naked, vibrator in my hand, I'll think of you," she whispered.

"Oh fuck!" Ben was both frantically pawing at the metal grille and grabbing his solid steel chastity belt.

"You have no choice but to wait for me," she breathed.

"Yes Amy," he panted.

Ben watched as Amy stood up and then stretched down to pick up her flowers. Her trousers that circled her waist so tightly were struggling to contain her body. She paused for several seconds before her walked away, leaving Ben alone outdoor the deserted swimming pool.

The familiar thrill of power was back as was the swing in her hips. She looked back at the long row of lockers, one of which she had just locked with Ben inside. Not only had he bought her flowers, but he was willing to sacrifice his night for her and would gladly stay imprisoned inside the tiny box just to win her back.

Oh fuck, she had to get out of her clothes.

She swung her hips into her car and slammed the door. Ben wouldn't be disappointed. She would play alone for an hour or two and then return, wrapped only in her long black coat. She would free him from the locker and unlock his cock. They would then pick up from where they had left things that morning.