Ben pushed his face against the locker’s metal grille, desperate to get one last look at Amy as she strode away. She had such a sexy walk with her swinging hips hugged by tight white cotton trousers. He could see the slight bulge of the keys in the back pocket as her body pulled the fabric one way then the other. He watched her dark hair flow behind her, desperately hoping for one last turn of the head and one last smile. Yes, there it was.

All too soon though, Amy had disappeared from sight and Ben’s mind returned to the inside of the tiny locked locker. He was desperate to see Amy again and to feel her naked body against his. He placed one shoulder against the inside of the steel door and pushed. Nothing moved. He felt for the two bolts that had shot into place as Amy’s fingers had turned the key, and he used all his strength to try and force them back. Again nothing moved. He was trapped in a locked metal box with no way out until Amy and the key returned.

His cock was aching inside both the Prince Albert cock cage and the full chastity belt. The locker was too small for him to sit down, or even kneel, and so he was forced to stand as he dropped his trousers and pushed his steel crotch against his cold steel cell.

Why had Amy left him in the locker when they could be making love? His penis was literally aching for her. He had to think of something other than the woman with the keys.

---

It was dark and the nearby traffic had long since stopped when Amy returned. Ben’s heart was racing as he watched her heels slink slowly and elegantly up to his locker.  

“Amy!” he panted.

Amy didn’t speak as she slowly opened her long dark woollen coat, completely naked other than for a small bunch of keys attached to a white ribbon that was tied around her slim waist.

“Oh fuck...” was all Ben could mutter.

He watched spellbound as Amy untied the bow and let the weight of the keys pull the ribbon through her fingers so that the keys were now hanging tantalisingly close to her clit. Amy retied the ribbon to secure them in their new erotic location. She then used her fingers to push and massage the keys against her body, moaning as she aroused herself with her own touch.

“I would unlock you, but... well the keys are umm busy,” she breathed as she wrapped her coat back around her body and tightened the belt.

“I understand,” Ben replied almost trancelike.

Amy stepped forward and pulled at the locker door, sighing as if longing to get at what was inside. Ben’s open lips were pushed against the grille and she leaned in to reciprocate. She stepped in further and used the cold steel door to force the keys against her body.

“A much more important place for the keys,” Ben panted, watching the arousal build in Amy’s eyes that were now wide and dilated and shimmering in the moonlight.

“It would only take a second for them to turn the lock, but....”

“I’ll settle for the look in your eyes,” he panted.

Her fingertips circled the empty keyhole while her other hand ventured inside her coat to stimulate herself further. The feeling was growing far too fast and within minutes she had orgasmed, her cries echoing around the empty pool.

---

Ben remained transfixed on Amy’s beautiful eyes as she slowly came down from the natural high, and smiled as she returned to reality.

“How was that?” he panted, still hoping to climax vicariously through the sexed up brunette.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

“Are the keys now free to perform other tasks,” he asked hopefully.

“Such as?”

“Letting me out of this box?”

“No they’re busy,” she smiled, her hair blowing in the evening breeze, her hand back between her legs.

“Wish I could swap places with them...” Ben moaned.

“Mmm that would be nice,” she purred, “but I love the way your eyes peer out through that grille, full of hope that someday I might release you...” Amy was again wondering off into her special place.

“Please Amy,” Ben pleaded, “My lips could do so much more than those keys.”

Amy flicked some wayward hair from her dark made up eyes and fluttered her eyelashes. Ben watched painfully closely, crazy to know what she would do next. Slowly she unbuckled her coat and pulled at the ribbon around her waist to untie the bow, but this time she pulled it tighter before retying it around her slim, gym toned waist.

They both stopped and looked at each other for a long moment.

“Please let me out darling!” Ben begged.

It was just what Amy needed to hear and her manicured fingers took hold of the end of the ribbon and pulled. The keys fell free and into her waiting hand.

The feel of the keys triggered the desire in Amy’s body and she thrust the locker key into the lock and turned. She pulled Ben from his cell and quickly removed his full chastity belt, but left the small PA cock cage in place as she became all consumed with kissing him.

With drops of rain in the air, Ben pulled on his trousers and shirt and led Amy back to her car. Bare foot and with his shirt unbuttoned, he drove them back to his apartment, the tires squealing as he swung the car into the underground car park. Amy was grinning, occasionally breaking out in excited giggles as they drove.

Still laughing, they rushed into Ben’s apartment and straight into his bedroom. Amy’s long fur coat seemed to melt from her body as she glided up to his king size bed and lay down on the white sheets, her knees pulled up and her legs apart. She freed her long dark hair which flayed wildly across the white pillows.

Ben pulled off his tan trousers and ripped off his open shirt, his abs and chest glinting in the mood lighting. He paced towards her, his breathing deep and a smouldering look of power in his eyes, “Now I’m in control,” he breathed as his powerful body prowled towards her.

But Amy was giggling again.

“What?” he breathed.

She pointed at his chastity cage and his one inch long cock that dangled between his legs.

“Fuck!” he cried, “It’s still on!”

“Well yeah I haven’t unlocked you yet!”

Ben looked down in disbelief.

“I’m sorry,” Amy cried as she burst into laughter, “You looked so dominant and sexy, with...” she tried to compose herself, “... with one inch swinging down there.”

“Fuck, that’s not good,” he breathed

Amy sat up and kissed his tiny cock, “Oh you poor institutionalised little thing,” she giggled.

“Where’s the key?” Ben panted as he felt his moment of dominance drifting away.

“Property of a girl...” Amy breathed, lying back on the bed, her hips thrusting upwards, her moans echoing around the room.

Ben’s primeval instincts had removed all rationale thought and he was now trying to break out of the cage with brute force. Amy watched intently as his dominant macho persona struggled to comprehend the tiny steel protrusion that should have been a penis.

His look morphed from dominance, to frustration, to embarrassment as he swelled inside his cage. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and watched as Amy’s naked butt shuffled towards him. She gazed lovingly at his gorgeous expression looking up from between her open thighs.

“Oh fuck , I’m so yours darling,” Ben panted, getting high on the scent of her arousal.

“Good, now focus only on me...”

The controlling look in her beautiful brown eyes that smouldered in the half light, and the warmth from her thighs that closed around his neck, quickly brought his mind back under her spell. Gone was any thought of his cock as he ran his lips slowly over her shaved pussy.

“Good boy... now do you promise to obey me if I release your neck?

The look of adoration in his eyes was all she needed to see and she slowly uncrossed and released her slim, but all controlling female legs.

She knew it was cruel to take Ben so far that he no longer realised that he was in her cage, but the thought of it was turning her on like crazy. A gorgeously strong man who was ready to make love to her while still under her lock and key, this must mean that he was totally hers.

Ben’s lips had already brought her to orgasm, but he was still down between her legs with his strong hands underneath her butt massaging her tight glutes. He then moved up to her modest breasts, his tongue twirling around her erect nipples.

“Now we make love,” Amy buzzed.

Ben flopped down on the bed, his head spinning, “I need to escape from the spell of your eyes first,” he breathed.

“Oh darling,” Amy purred, delighted to be able to use the term of endearment, as she sat straddling his waist and gazing down at him. This relationship just got better and better. She jumped up and went to the drawer that she had been given to keep her clothes and selected a pair of cream satin underwear which she lovingly wrapped around Ben’s head.

“You can have a just brief reprieve from my eyes,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

“Not sure enclosing me inside your panties is going to break the spell...”

“I know,” she breathed, “but I love the thought of what it’s doing to your mind. Now ‘darling’, you stay imprisoned in my silk cell while I try to remember where I left your key...”

Sensing that her actions had trapped Ben in deep subspace, she took her handcuffs and chained his wrists to the wrought iron bedhead. She would still make love to him, but he would have to remain her prisoner throughout.

---

With the handcuff keys in her jacket pocket and now far out of reach, she unlocked his chastity cage and unthreaded the steel prong from his piercing. She sat astride his growing cock as his body came to life beneath her. As his cock grew so did his dominant nature and his natural urge to make love to the beautiful naked woman who was sitting on his erect cock. But Amy had him trapped, chained to the bed and blindfolded, both of which only added to his arousal as he fought against his bonds.

“Hi,” Amy purred as she pulled the hem of her satin lingerie to one side to reveal one of Ben’s large aroused eyes, “I’ve given you the gift of sight.”

Almost immediately she lifted her painted nails and the hem of her panties snapped back into place across his face.

“Mmm, they do that on my bottom as well,” she whispered into Ben’s ear as if it was an unexplained mystery.

She flicked her head forward, enclosing them both in a wall of dark hair with her lips against his, separated only by a thin layer of silk. His cock was now huge beneath her as she pulled the panties to one side, this time revealing his open and panting lips.

“This time the gift of kissing?” Ben asked as he blindly searched for Amy’s lips.

“Yes...”

Amy was more than ready as she teasingly kissed his lips and eased Ben’s cock inside her. Already on a high, she worked her hips into her manacled prisoner, but a week of abstinence had taken his stamina and within seconds he had climaxed.

“That’s not like you,” she whispered with Ben’s recovering cock still inside her.

Amy used her manicured red nails to trace his features through the tight female underwear that ingulfed him, feeling his warm breath that was seeping out of her close fitting undergarment.

“Darling, until you bring me to orgasm there’s no sight, no smell and no kissing for you...”

“I can smell,” Ben croaked on his dry throat.

“Hey, they’re clean!” Amy exclaimed, “... next time they won’t be…”

“They’re only clean ‘cos you didn’t wear any pants today...” Ben smiled.

“Okaaaay...” Amy replied, drawing out the word and sitting upright, a little indignantly, and puffing out her modest breasts, “I can make them dirty if you want…”

With Ben hard again, his captor eased herself up and back down with his cock inside.

“Yeah!” Amy cried as she thrust forward on her helpless handcuffed man.

With his hands uselessly locked away in her cuffs, Ben had to use all his strength to hold his sex crazed woman. Her gym toned body was stronger than ever and her underwear was cruelly rationing his air.

“Keep going... or you’re spending the night in my pants!” she cried.

They climaxed together and Amy rewarded her prey by pulling her damp lingerie from his face.

“I can always tell when you’ve had an orgasm,” Ben gasped between breaths, delighted to be able to gaze into Amy’s smouldering eyes again.

“Because I take my pants off your head?” Amy smiled dreamily, dropping back down on to his chained up body, “…you make me sound like a real bitch!”

“Bitch? No,” Ben laughed as he rattled his manacled hands.

---

Amy bounced off to the shower and returned with damp hair and a small white towel around her waist. Ben was now on his knees on the bed, trying to extract himself from the handcuffs looped inconveniently around the iron headboard.

“These are fuckers to get out of,” he complained.

“Aren’t they,” Amy smiled teasingly.

“Amy… the keys?”

“Oh no, they don’t come off until you’re back under my spell.”

Amy put her hair up into a bun, picked up the chastity cage and walked over to the bed.

“Already?” Ben moaned.

Amy tingled at the thought of both imposing chastity on her helpless man and of bringing him back under her spell. Watching his muscular body fight against her cuffs was exciting and gave her an amazing power rush. He could never escape in a million years and right then she wanted to wait a million years to proof the point.

Ben watched as Amy pulled the towel form her waist and strutted up to his head and sat down on his face with his nose pushed up between her legs. She placed the warm damp towel over her legs enclosing his head in a small and very private sauna.

“Breathe me in,” Amy whispered.

Ben could feel his heart rate slow as the woman who held him prisoner now held him down, her body rising freely and elegantly above him. It felt strangely liberating to breathe her scent, the handcuffs were no longer a restraint, just a beautiful show of her power.

She turned around and lowered herself back down on to his face, her bottom somehow knowing how to ration the minimum air needed to survive. This time, the feel of the steel hooking through his piercing and the crushing of the cage against his cock felt wonderful.

“I’ve put my toy away,” Amy purred as she rolled down beside him.

“Oh fuck, those eyes,” Ben moaned again transfixed.

“I love how you are nothing more than a cock,” she giggled.

Amy picked up her underwear that had spent most of the evening on Ben’s face and slid them seductively up her legs, followed by her tight white cotton trousers. She then slipped into a black blouse and heels and turned towards the full length mirror to brush her hair.

“Are you leaving?” Ben asked disappointedly.

It had been a long day and the hurt from the seeing Ben with his ex-girlfriend was still raw in her mind. She had to stop her female jealously from punishing him further, although the thought of leaving him cuffed to the bed for eternity was causing a wonderful sensation inside her white cotton trousers.

“It’s been a long day,” she said, spinning around with a ponytail now bouncing behind her.

Ben sighed and then sighed again as Amy picked up the full chastity belt. She slid the steel under his body and closed and locked the belt, leaving Ben staring longingly at her cotton trouser.

“Your body seems so far away when I’m in this.”

Amy didn’t answer, but instead closed a pair of heavy rigid foot cuffs around his ankles.

“What are they for?” he moaned.

“You scared me today,” Amy replied with naked honestly, “Seeing you with that girl…”

“I’m sorry.”

Amy sniffed back a tear as she threaded a large high security padlock through the centre of the cuffs locking them both in one go, and only then did she unlock his handcuff.

Ben sat up and wrapped his arms around Amy, “You have nothing to be worry about,” he whispered.

Amy smiled with sparking damp eyes and parted glossed lips. It was hard to play the mean and bitchy keyholder when Ben was so wonderful. She pulled the padlock key from her bra and smiled coyly as she held it up.

“Sorry, this is too mean… these cuffs are as cruel as hell.”

“They’re cool… really go with my ankles.”

Ben took the key from her trembling hand and pushed it down inside her tight trousers, his fingers touching her warm damp body, “Promise I can retrieve it with my lips tomorrow?” he breathed as they kissed.

“You might regret putting that there… you know what do with naughty keys,” she smiled.

They kissed some more and then Amy picked up her bag and coat and slipped out of his apartment, leaving Ben helplessly hobbled until she returned.

---

Amy was trembling as she hurried to the train, her leather boots clipping loudly, and her white cotton trousers feeling warm and tacky as they stretched to contain her long striding legs. Ben had slipped the only key to his ankle shackles somewhere inside her trousers and she hoped like hell that the key was still in there. If not, Ben was fucked. She slipped into an empty seat and discretely felt between her legs.

She hated the late night trip back home. She had so wanted to stay with Ben, but in her mind, she had to play the distant and sadistic bitch or otherwise Ben would lose interest and return to his ex-girlfriend. That thought frightened her. There had to be another way though. Maybe she could lock him inside a safe in his apartment? That would be insanely cruel as well as hot, and maybe then she could stay the night in his bed.

She left the train and walked quickly to her flat. With her head down, she passed the fuckwit who used to shout obscenities at her and smiled as she remembered the day that Ben had ‘had a chat with him’. She hadn’t heard what Ben had said, but the fuckwit hadn’t said a word to her since.

Once inside her hallway, Amy unbuttoned her trousers and reached inside. ‘Yes’ she cried as she found the key, ‘Fuck Yeah,’ she moaned as her fingers continued to explore.

---

At the same time, Ben was shuffling painfully slowly to his shower. He was used to being locked inside a chastity belt, but the heavy rigid ankles shackles were completely new. Thick steel held his feet six inches apart, locked by a square padlock that fitted the shackles so exactly that bolt cutters would be useless. Where had Amy even found these, and more importantly, why had she locked him in them and left?

Ben woke the next morning and called Amy, his lips inadvertently smiling as he listened to her voicemail message. Maybe she was in the shower, he smiled again. Maybe she was playing hard to get. He shuffled slowly to the couch and collapsed. A girl playing hard to get was frustrating enough, but when she had the key his foot cuffs it was maddening.

There was a knock and Ben, who had now resorted to sliding on his butt, shuffled slowly to the door. He peered under the door to see elegant black heels before reaching up for the latch.

Amy strode in wearing a white silk blouse and the skimpy black silk shorts from Paris, with the elegantly teasing flower pattern that wound around her hips and down between her legs. Her hair was down, and she was wearing high black heels that made her long toned legs tower even higher above him.

“Thank god you’re here,” he smiled, sliding on the floor after her, “Thought I’d have to take a day off work.”

“You still will, I haven’t brought the key to your ankle cuffs.”

Ben was taken aback by her tone as he looked up at Amy who was now sitting on a kitchen stool with her legs crossed.

“Why do you only want me as your keyholder?” she whispered, “Why don’t you want me to stay here more often?”

Amy had been awake all night thinking about how she would say this and it was a relief to finally have it out in the open.

“I would love you to stay here all the time,” Ben replied, still sitting on the floor with his mouth open in shock, “I worship you.”

Amy didn’t know how to reply or where to look and was pleased when Ben broke eye contact and slid forward to gently kissed her leg. She uncrossed her legs, placed her hands around the back of his head and nuzzled him into her body.

Ben looked up from between her thighs, amazed at how this beautiful woman could be so insecure, “Amy, why else would I let you lock me up if I wasn’t obsessed with you? You have me in chastity and shackled in some medieval torture thing… you must realise how much trust and love that takes?”

Amy was lost for words and wished that she was wearing a skirt that she could just flick over him to hide those eyes.

“You’re the one who chooses to leave,” Ben continued, “and I’m too in awe of you, and too in love with your control, to suggest otherwise.”

Ben tried to stand up to kiss her, but Amy held him between her legs as she tried to steady her emotions.

“Quite tight,” Ben panted.

Amy smiled for the first time since she arrived and squeezed him some more.

“I’d love you to move in,” Ben croaked.

“But will that spoil our games?” Amy asked hesitantly, “Will we lose the thrill of leaving you cruelly helpless and waiting for my return?

“You are cute when you’re cruel,” Ben smiled.

“Will we lose that if I live here?”

Ben pushed his nose against her thigh and slowly filled his lungs with Amy’s scent, “We’ll play others games,” he replied, “breathing her scented air back out, “There are other ways for you to tease and torment.”

“Are you just saying this so that I let you breathe again?” Amy smiled a little wider.

“No… I love death by asphyxiation,” Ben croaked.

Amy’s beautiful smile returned as she opened her legs, her warm soft thighs slowly peeling away from his reddened neck. Ben struggled to his shackled feet, took Amy’s hand and tried to lead her towards the couch, but within seconds her leg smooth long legs had left him behind.

“You can barely move!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, your cuffs are quite effective,” he winced.

“I knew I should have brought the key!”

“But you do you have the keys to my chastity belt?” Ben asked hopefully as he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around Amy’s waist.

She bit her lip and shook her head, “Sorry, I was doing cruel.”

“A keyholder with no keys?” Ben teased, gently stroking long dark hair out of her eyes and then playfully kissing her cute button nose, “Well maybe I will go and get them.”

Amy laughed and then clamped her hand to face, “Right, they’re hidden in my flat and anyway you don’t even know where I live!” she giggled, “... and you can barely move!”

Ben turned and shuffled towards the front door, only to trip and fall on to his front.

“Found them yet?” Amy giggled, as she pulled her handcuffs from the new brown leather handbag that Ben had bought her, and sat down astride his bare back.

She wrapped her slim fingers around his wrist and watched as his muscled arm willingly twisted and moved behind his back. It seemed to encapsulate their relationship, Ben’s gorgeous strength submitting to her slightly touch. His second arm was equally easy to bend and within seconds Ben’s wrists were locked together. Hours of work in the gym defeated so easily by a teasing girl with handcuffs.

“I will always control you,” Amy whispered, breathing slowly as she sat on his lower back, “Just try and escape me now…”

Ben could feel her lie down on his muscled back, her lips against his ear, her warm breath and wonderful perfume. The warmth of her body felt amazing, contrasting against the cool of the wooden floor.

“Feeling helpless yet?” she breathed, scooting forward and sitting gently on the back of Ben’s neck, her silky shorts sinking in between his powerful shoulders and his dark hair.

“This feels gorgeous, but…” Ben panted, her body frustratingly out of reach.

“Don’t worry,” Amy trembled, her hips already thrusting, “you have the rest of the day to worship me.”

Amy reached for her second pair of handcuffs and used them to put Ben into a full hog-cuff. She then slipped out of her shorts and lay down on the thick rug next to her prisoner, lying on her side with Ben’s head resting on her inner thigh.

“Did you know that the key to those handcuffs will cost you one hour of worship?”

“At least you have one key,” Ben teased.

Amy didn’t reply, but pulled his face closer into her crotch and carefully positioned his mouth.

“The black panties from last night,” Ben mumbled.

“Just getting them dirty for you… I know that’s what you wanted.”

She pulled the crotch of her black silk underwear to the side leaving Ben’s lips against her vagina. He gave her a teasing kiss and then stopped,

“How long to earn the key to my belt?” he mumbled, his lips brushing against her labia.

“That’s not for sale,” Amy moaned as she thrusted slowly against his lips.

---

Ben had kept his side of the deal, but still Amy chose not to unlock the handcuffs when she left his apartment an hour later. She was determined to maintain her aura of cruelly and her cruel restraints ensured that he hadn’t moved an inch when she returned almost two hours later.

Still in high heels and short silk shorts, Amy strode back in with a large suitcase full of clothes. She knew moving in was a risk that could cost her her mystique, but she had to try everything to win her man. At least if he liked cruel bitches, he should be crazy for her now with his eyes showing pain from the tight hog-cuff position that she had inflicted.

“Where shall I put my clothes?” she smiled innocently.

“Anywhere… plenty of space.”

Amy opened her suitcase on the couch so that her heels had to step over Ben’s vulnerable body every time she walked back and forth. When she got to her lingerie, she crouched down to show Ben, draping each item over his face.  As the brunette adorned his face with yet another pair of silk underwear, Ben was grinding his hips into the floor in a pathetic attempt to get any sexual feeling to penetrate his chastity belt.

When Amy had finished unpacking, she sat crossed legged on the couch in front of him, with Ben now trembling and tears in his eyes.

“Are you worried I’m not being cruel enough?” she asked.

Ben just stared at her dark sensual eyes, his crushed cock aching like hell as was his entire body locked in a tight and inescapable hogtie.

Amy was trying her best to sit still, but the excitement and sexual energy inside her was almost too much to handle. She was now living with Ben, that was incredible, and judging by the look in his eyes it seemed that she had kept her cool mystique alive. Despite his obvious pain, he wasn’t begging to be released, all he seemed to want to do was to watch her with adoring eyes and kiss her feet, both of which were having an amazing effect on her body. She needed to get out of her clothes!

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and let it glide off her body. She unbelted her shorts which also whooshed down her legs into a silky pile by her ankles. She tucked two fingers inside her panties and glided them down her legs.

“They’re ready for you now,” she whispered.

“They?” Ben asked.

“They,” she smiled, pulling her underwear tightly around Ben’s head.

 “I thought you meant ‘you’ were ready,” he moaned.

“I am too,” she giggled.

Amy knelt down above him and unlocked his handcuffs. Ben stretched out, moaning with relief, and rolled over on to his back to let Amy unlock his full chastity belt and then his Prince Albert cage.

They were so ready for each other, that the first time lasted only seconds. The second time was slower, with both of them still longing for the other’s body. An hour later and they were still lying on the rug together.

“Please can you let me out of these shackles Am,” Ben breathed, still peppering Amy with kisses.

“Mmm… I love how desperate you are for me to let you out,” Amy purred, reaching for the key that she had hidden under the couch cushion where she had been sitting, “that means you’ll be spending so much more time in them.”

 Amy popped open the padlock and let Ben carry her into the bathroom. After a long shower together, Ben lay on his bed naked, playing with his cock. It had been months since he had been alone with his penis and it seemed surreal to be able to touch himself again.

When Amy finally walked out of the bathroom, her hair was in neat ponytail, her big eyes made up and her lips red with gloss. She turned to face the large wooden wardrobe and teasingly unhooked the white towel from around her waist. She could almost feel Ben’s eyes as she dressed in black lingerie and her short black cocktail dress.

With her curves wrapped up tightly in the shiny dress, she slipped into heel and spun around to see Ben’s muscular body propped up on the bed, his face full of masculine confidence and his cock hard. It all felt far too vanilla and she knew that could cost her the relationship, but maybe more than that, she loved her power to control.

“These are the rules…” she announced, “…first, I will keep you locked in chastity at all times.”

She placed the PA cock cage on the bed and watched as Ben struggled to force his erect cock inside. Only once his penis had been reduced to one inch long and was safely inside its steel cell, did Amy step forward, insert her key and turn. She stepped back, tucked the key inside her bra and studied Ben’s new expression.

Already he looked less arrogant, and his eyes were dilated and were reacting to her every move. She ran her hands down over her hips and on to her thighs and Ben reacted, breathing aloud with an unintended moan.

“At home, you will be handcuffed,” Amy breathed.

Ben swallowed and smiled with nervous excitement.

“And I will padlock your cuffs to your cock cage,” Amy couldn’t help but smile at that.

Ben’s whole body was now trembling.

“And you will completely naked…”

Ben sat up on the bed to study Amy’s slim body, dressed so elegantly and teasingly. She certainly knew how to keep him subservient.

“That ‘naked’ rule is for my benefit,” she smiled shyly.

Amy handcuffed Ben’s wrists together and then used the padlock to lock the cuffs to his chastity cage.

“It’s kind of cruel,” he smiled, “My hands are right by my cock, but there’s nothing to play with.”

“Typical guy,” she replied with a teasing wink, “What about the fact that it will take you longer to serve my every whim.”

“Yeah, that too,” he smiled as he watched Amy walk around his apartment putting his phone, laptop, TV remote and other things on a high shelf. She then took his keys, deadlocked the front door and put the keys high out of his reach.

Amy was buzzing from her power high and sat down at the kitchen bench as Ben slowly and carefully poured two glasses of wine. He sat down next to her and watched as she dealt out a pack of playing cards.

“I loved playing cards as kid,” she smiled, sipping her wine, “but haven’t played in ages.”

With his hands chained to his balls, Ben had to stand up to pick up his cards, sit down to sort them in his naked crotch and then stand up again to place his card on the table. It didn’t take long for Amy to start giggling.
 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she laughed, jumping up and sitting on the bench in front of Ben.

“Really Amy, chaining a guy’s hands to his own balls?” Ben exclaimed, dropping his cards and rattling his shackles.

“Cruel, isn’t it…”

The silky dress stretched tight over Amy’s curves and she hitched it up a little further to reveal her silky smooth thighs.

“I don’t think this is as easy as I thought…” she smiled seductively, “I want to make love again.”

“Oh yeah, please,” Ben gasped.

“But I not much of a keyholder if I keep unlocking and fucking you…”

“You can do whatever you want to me later Amy, but please let’s make love.”

Amy knew this would happen, too much time with Ben would make her fall even more in love. She would get sucked in, lose her aura of control and risk being hurt yet again. This was maddening, she wanted to make love as much as he did, but maybe it was safer to leave him in his chains.

Ben was now leaning forward kissing her thighs, pushing as far up her legs as her dress would allow. She felt frustrated by her own sexuality. Why did her body overreact this way whenever he touched her? She could control him with steel restraints or even just a look, it was her own body that she seemed to have no control over.

“After we’ve made love, you can lock me in the wooden trunk for the afternoon,” he offered, hoping to appeal to the teasing sadist inside her, “Only let me out when it’s time for me to cook your dinner.”

Amy gave him a wide-eyed smile. This was too perfect, he knew exactly what she needed to hear. It was time to release her lover from his chains and so deliberately and provocatively pulled the two keys out from between her breasts.

---

Ben was smiling as he hugged Amy’s slim frame against his body. They had made love over and over again and he was exhausted even though Amy would happily have gone again, her sex drive was endless. They were chatting and laughing like friends and lovers, but the pause in their conversation was a sign that both wanted to return to their magical keyholder relationship.

With a knowing look, Amy climbed to her feet and slipped back into her silky cocktail dress. As always, she then sat on his face as she threaded and locked the chastity cage; there was something that appealed her about locked up a cock that was trying to become aroused. She locked and doubled the handcuffs and again padlocked them to the cage.

“Want to make love again?” Ben teased as he climbed to his feet.

“Stop it!” Amy cried with a laugh.

She lifted the lid of the large wooden trunk, that doubled as a coffee table, and watched Ben climb very carefully inside. She lowered the lid and turned the large key. Nervously, as if someone was watching, Amy smoothed her dress and sat down on the lid.

She eased up her dress and used the slightest of touches to tease her legs. Fuck, she wanted to make love to him again. She pulled the key from the box’s keyhole and threw it across the room. Again, she looked around nervously as she pulled her vibrator from her handbag, tiptoed back into Ben’s bedroom and closed the door.

---

It was an hour later when Amy opened Ben’s bedroom door a crack, cautiously peered outside and then tiptoed out into the lounge. Her hair was up in a rough bun, her feet were bare, and she wore blue jeans and a tight black tee-shirt.

She wasn’t sure whether Ben had heard her masturbate and she kicked herself her not being quieter. She picked up the key to the large wooden trunk and sat down on the lid above her lover.

“Amy?” he called from inside.

“Hi,” she replied, “Not sure what I’m supposed to do now…”

Amy had only just moved in with Ben and it was a big change to their chastity keyholder relationship. Amy loved Ben more than she would admit and loved spending time with him in his gorgeous apartment, but she was terrified than he would lose interest in her if things became vanilla. She was also becoming addicted to the thrill of being in control which explained why Ben was locked in the trunk beneath her, his wrists in handcuffs which were in turn were padlocked to his steel Prince Albert cock cage.

“Whatever you want, it’s your home too,” he called.

“What if I want to keep you in the box?” she breathed.

“Then you’ll have the place to yourself.”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll lie here and fantasize about making love to you…”

“But not get off…”

“No… your little cage has made sure of that.”

“I know, and you don’t have the key,” Amy was unbuttoning her jeans only minutes after having secured them around her slim waist.

“My girlfriend has it…”

Amy stopped dead. Was that who she now was? She must be, as the key was definitely in her pocket. She smiled even though the stakes were now even higher. It was scary how quickly Ben was breaking down her barriers. Gone was the hard bitch who had first locked him in a cheap chastity cage and sitting here now was a woman who was more emotionally exposed than ever

“Amy?” he called, “Are you going to let me out so we can make love?”

“No…” Amy’s voice was dreamy.

“Fuck, I didn’t think I could want you more than this,” he replied.

Amy moved, her jeans creaking on the old timber trunk. “From now on, your cock will be either locked up… or inside me,” she breathed huskily as she reached for the cushions and curled up happily on the trunk.

---

It was dark outside when Ben heard the unmistakeable sound of the key being pushed into the lock and turning. He was now wide awake, attentively waiting for the trunk to open, but seconds later the key turned again and relocked the trunk.

“Amy?”

“Thought that would get your attention,” she called, “I’ve locked you up again, by the way.”

Ben’s heart jumped as she withdrew the key and a small stream of light shone in through the empty keyhole.

“That was mean,” he moaned, “and so fucking sexy… if only my cock could join in.”

Amy giggled.

“If you let me out, I can cook you dinner…” Ben writhed in both ecstasy and agony as his cock taunted him.

“Mmm, now that’s a dilemma.”

---

Amy stretched, smiled to herself and then stood up. She pushed the key back into the lock and this time unlocked the trunk.

“Not sure I can cook dinner with my hands chained to my balls?” he sighed, his hands rattling to demonstrate the impossibility of her cruel restraint.

“Sure you can,” Amy exclaimed with a laughed.

Ben used his body to back Amy up against the wall and kissed her. He tried to wrap his arms around her but was met with a hopelessly secure clink of steel on steel. Instead, he pushed his hands and his small steel cage between her legs.

Amy giggled, kissed him back and then grabbed his chastity cage and used it to lead him into the kitchen, “Dinner… or do I need to chain you to the kitchen bench?”

“You look to fucking sexy!” Ben moaned.

Ben was transfixed with Amy’s big dilated eyes, her erect nipples showing through her black tee-shirt and the tiny hairs on her slim arms that were standing on end. He started to unbutton her jeans and got a tantalising glimpse of red silk panties beneath.

She cruelly let him undo three buttons before turning around, leaving his hands to explore her tight denim butt. When she turned back, she had a chain and two padlocks in her hand and she effortlessly locked his cock cage to the chrome bar that ran beneath the kitchen bench. Only then did she release the padlock that connected his handcuffs to his cock.

“That’s a temporary reprieve,” she breathed, “I’m going chain your hands to your cock as soon as dinner is over.”

She stepped back out of his reach and pulled off her tee-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. She let down her hair and twirled around, showing off hot red bra and panties.

“Something wrong darling,” she teased, flopping casually down on to the couch before breaking out her wide smile.

Ben was straining at his leash, his balls stretched as far as possible from his body but was still painfully short of touching her bare feet.

Amy eyes fluttered bashfully as she pulled a small keyring from the waistband of her red underwear and then, as if it were an elicit little secret, tucked it straight back inside. With her sun tanned skin contrasting against the cream couch, she lay back and gently played with her open legs. She shook out her hair and stroked herself. She couldn’t remember the last time a guy had cooked her dinner and certainly never under such sexy circumstances.

 “This is so cool,” she breathed, writhing in pleasure on the expensive white cushions.

“So fucking sexy,” Ben gasped, his breathing deep, “Even if I don’t have a cock….”

“Yeah, shame about that…”

“What do I have to do?”

“Dinner…”

---

They ate dinner by candlelight, Amy in lingerie, and Ben naked in cuffs and his cage. They talked and laughed like a regular couple. With the meal over, Amy slinked over to Ben’s side and sat in front of him on the table. She placed her black high heels on his chair, with one long leg either side of him.

“Thank you darling, that was wonderful,” she smiled, taking his glass and sipping his red wine, “I’ll clear up.”

“Really?” Ben replied.

“Of course, you cooked so it’s only fair.”

Amy may have ben paranoid about losing her sadistic magic, but she knew that forcing Ben to wash up as well would make her an intolerable bitch. She played the intolerable bitch card one more time as she ordered him to kiss her thighs, and then led Ben over to the kitchen sink.

“Lie down,” she whispered, the wine and arousal making her almost too dizzy to focus.

With Ben lying on the floor, his head by the sink, she unlocked one of his cuffs and relocked them so that Ben’s hands were attached to the chrome bar that ran beneath the kitchen bench just inches from the floor.

She placed one high heel either side of his head and started to fill the sink.

“So just a regular girl doing the dishes?” Ben sighed wishfully, his mind fascinated by the way Amy’s panties curved and wrapped around her.

“That’s right.”

Amy smiled dreamily as she stepped back and placed one of her black leather heels on Ben’s cock cage and started to exert pressure, “Just an old-fashioned girl….”

Ben’s eyes were making her body tingle and based on the sensation up her long smooth legs and in her pants, she had a fair idea where he was focusing. She had never used washing the dishes as foreplay before, but when the man she loved was in chains anything could turn her on.

She wiped around the sink, squeezed out the cloth and then crouched straight down on to Ben’s face, her vagina pressing against his lips. Her sex toy immediately started and within only a few minutes she had climaxed.

“My cock!” Ben moaned, writhing on the floor beneath her.

Amy pulled the chastity key from her bra and ran it between her flirting lips.

“I thought you wanted me to be your keyholder,” she whispered, “that means holding your key.”

She pushed the key back inside her bra, the silver metal pushing in between her warm breasts and the tight touch of the provocative red lingerie. She pushed it in deeper until it touched her erect nipple.

“I do,” Ben panted, strangely delighted by the beautiful brunette’s cruelty. The thrill of denial was starting to rival the feeling of sex.

Amy’s whole body was smiling as she lay on top of him and hugged his strong body.

Her scent was now all pervaded and Ben was more desperate than ever to hold her. He first tried to wriggle out of Amy’s tightly locked handcuffs and when that failed, he pulled at the chrome bar. Amy seemed oblivious as she closed her eyes and rubbed herself against his naked body, their arousal making for a breathless and barely coherent conversation.

“I just love chaining you to things,” Amy moaned.

“I just want to hold you…” Ben moaned back.

“One squeeze of the cuffs and you’re helpless…”

“I want to squeeze you!”

“I know you do…”

---

Amy untangled her arms, slipped down his manacled body and wrapped her red lips around Ben’s chastity cage. He could feel the heat from her mouth and he tried to thrust upwards into her face. With her mouth still full, Amy looked up in wide eyed surprise. She could sense the power of his body all around her, every muscle tensing and straining and hoping for only one thing. She tensed her lips as she pulled back, making his cock jump and pop as it came free from her mouth. She rescued the warm key from her bra and slid it into the lock that was still warm and damp from her saliva.

Ben moaned incoherently as blood rushed into his quivering cock. She gave him only seconds to become erect, before pulling aside her underwear and forcing herself down on to him, her damp body swallowing him up.

She sat on him with her full weight as she enjoyed the sensation of his bewildered cock deep inside her. Ben was crying out in pleasure, his helpless body bucking beneath her. He climaxed only seconds later.

“First time,” Ben panted, embarrassed by the speed.

“I know…”

Amy sat resolutely on his quivering body as his cock swelled inside her, ready to go again.

---

“Where do I sleep?” Amy asked innocently, once again aware that she was in someone else’s home.

“You can have my room,” Ben replied

“And you?” she asked.

“Maybe that depends on how you feel…”

Ben knew this was a big step for them both, particularly for Amy, and she would need space to discover her new self.

“You look exhausted… so maybe tonight I’ll take the spare room,” he offered.

With his cock locked back inside the Prince Albert cage and his hands once again chained to his balls, he took Amy’s hand and led her to the apartment’s second, and much smaller, bedroom. Amy noticed the key in the outside of the heavy door as they walked into the room that contained only a single mattress on the floor.

“Are you really giving me your lovely bedroom?” Amy asked.

“You can have whatever you want.”

“Shall I unlock your hands from your balls?” she asked with an uncertain smile.

“Whatever you want…”

Ben was transfixed with her glistening body, as if was an illicit thrill to glimpse at her. Amy’s eyes smiled back mischievously as she stepped back outside and pulled the door closed behind her. Ben’s heart jumped as she turned the key in the lock and he dropped to his knees to watch her through the keyhole.

She slinked away and then stopped and twirled for his benefit. Ben had made love to the beautiful woman, but now that he was locked in the tiny second bedroom that all seemed so far away.

Amy stopped as she heard the door handle turn. She crept back over to the locked door and dropped down to gaze past the key to the prisoner inside.

“You can’t come out until morning,” she said innocently.

Ben rattled the locked door again, “I’ve never wanted someone so much!”

“Ask me to turn the key,” Amy breathed, her fingers inside her lingerie.

“Please… Amy,” Ben’s voice was hoarse.

Amy stood up, turned, and pushed her butt up against the key. The metal forced the tight red silk up between her cheeks as she gently rocked from side to side. Amy’s body was so close that Ben could smell and taste her. The key moved in the lock but didn’t turn. Moments later, Amy’s slinked back to the main bedroom and gently closed the door behind her.

---

Amy woke up naked. She opened her eyes to double check where she was and then quickly closed them again. She opened them again, pushed off the sheet and ran to the toilet. The sound of her wee echoed around the tiled room, but that was okay because there was no chance that Ben would hear from inside his locked room.  

She showered and dressed in a short red summer dress and black ankle high boots, ready, she hoped, for day two.

“Good morning,” she called as she unlocked the door to Ben’s bedroom.

Ben was lying on his mattress all muscles and chains. His perfect male body almost helpless thanks to her twisted mind; his arms completely immobilised, and his sexuality neutered. He struggled awkwardly to his feet and rattled his cuffs that were chained to his chastity cage. His one inch silver cock bounced pathetically, “The male body isn’t designed for this,” he moaned.

“I guess not,” Amy replied, “but my mind is.”

She stepped closed, her long hair framing her smouldering eyes, and unlocked the padlock that connected his hands to his balls.

“I spent most of the night trying to undo that,” he smiled as he kissed her red trembling lips.

“Well I have the key… in fact I have all the keys.” Her voice was breathy.

Ben looked down at the chastity cage that hugged his cock so tightly. It may have comprised several pieces of steel, but once locked it was totally rigid and totally intimidating for the man inside.

Amy lifted her dress to reveal a key held high on her inner thigh by a thin red band. The single silver key contrasting against her smooth tanned skin. She released her fingers and the soft sheer material swooped back down, hiding the key from view. She lifted her dress for a second time and ran her fingers up the front of her tiny thong. Again, when she removed her hand, her dress floated back into place around her thighs.

“Do you think you can live with the key being so near?” she asked.

Ben was trembled, his mind so obviously consumed by her actions.

“… or do I need to lock it inside the safe?” she continued breathlessly.

Amy wrapped her fingers around the chain that connected Ben’s wrists and led him from of the room where she had held him captive all night and out in to the kitchen.

Ben was breathing quickly, his loving arousal eyes didn’t know where to look. Being in chastity with a distant keyholder was easy, there was nothing he could do to get the key. Now that Amy was living with him, the key was maddeningly close and so was her beautiful body. Her body was now a permanent reminder of what she held over him.

Amy poured the coffee and sat down on a kitchen stool, crossed her legs and watched her short dress ride up just far enough to give Ben a peek at the key. Still naked, Ben sat next to her, his legs apart and his tiny cock throbbing inside its cage.

He adjusted his one inch cock, “You use to be too far away and too intimidating,” he breathed.

“And now?” Amy shifted slightly on the stool and pulled her dress down a little, her breasts showing even more.

“Just too beautiful,” he sighed.

Amy loved the compliment, but her face creased into a frown, frightened that he no longer wanted her as keyholder. She would lose her mystique and soon Ben’s interest. She kicked herself, she knew this would happen.

“Well, you’re still locked in chastity,” she replied hesitantly, “and I’m not going to let you out.”

He gently caressed her legs with his cuffed hands, running them up inside her dress, but stopped just short of the key.

“I wouldn’t want the key to my cage anywhere other than on your body…”

“Can I trust you not to take it?” she asked, an edge to her voice.

“I want you to hold my key forever…” Ben replied, swallowing on his dry throat.

Amy smiled and recrossed her legs so that the key was now squeezed between her thighs. Ben watched intently and then readjusted his cage to try to relieve the pressure that Amy’s body had just transmitted.

“The more I effect you, the more my body wants to tease you,” Amy purred, touching her erect nipples, “Can you survive me?”

Ben knew he would never take the key without her permission, but somehow Amy was unsure. He broke off their kiss and walked back to the bedroom. He picked up the full steel chastity belt and locked it around his body, the already escape proof chastity cage now locked deep inside.

Amy appeared at the door, her dress swooshing as she moved. She playfully slapped his butt and traced the steel that now pushed between his cheeks.

“Ah fuck, I love you in this,” she moaned, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth.

Ben crouched down and placed the only key to the belt inside the open safe.

“I want to be imprisoned by your body and your mind,” he whispered looking up at her long legs.

Amy’s lips smiled, confidence returning to her brown eyes. She twirled, her dress splaying out above Ben’s head and then knelt down beside him. She thought for a moment before typing in a ten digit code. She wiped hair from her eyes and looked at Ben uncertainly. He pulled the safe open an inch, glanced inside at the lonely key and closed it again.

 “Ten digits?” he asked.

“Yes, so?” she giggled.

“Guess you better press ‘lock’.”

Amy’s finger hovered over the button before pushing it, a whirring noise echoing around the room as the bolt engaged. Ben tried to pull the safe open again, but this time nothing moved.

“Fuck,” he mouthed almost silently.

Amy stood up and stroked Ben’s gorgeously unkempt hair, “You really are my mine,” she breathed.

“Oh fuck, I want you so much,” his lips mischievous playing against the hem of her dress.

“Just let me overwhelm your mind…”

She lifted her dress and muzzled her damp thong against his lips. Seconds later, she eagerly pulled her thong to one side to let him in.