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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.