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The Keyholder

?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.