Alone in the kitchen I had a minute to collect my thoughts. My chastity cage had become almost normal at this point, but that was a very private thing - under my clothes and only a few people knew of it's existence. The pink panties and my newly shaved body were brand new and I found myself constantly looking down at myself. Each time I felt a wild mix of emotions, from humiliation to a scary and dark sort of excitement. Amber's words had drilled themselves into my psyche. I played through my memory of a few days ago, when Justin had showed me his massive cock. I knew I wasn't in the same league as him, and I remembered thinking that I hardly seemed like the same species. All of my sexual encounters so far - not that there had been many of them, I thought wryly - had all ended in disappointment for the unfortunately date, and humiliation for me. The combination of the cage, panties, and my hairless body seems somehow right, as if I had given up pretending to be what society told me I should be - a virile male. That wasn't who I was, and it took Amber to see through that and help find the real me.
I mixed the two cocktails and poured a fresh glass of wine. I couldn't for the life of me figure out how to carry the three glasses without spilling, so I grabbed a small tray and carried the drinks on that. I felt more than a bit like a waiter.
As I stepped into the living room I immediately felt three pairs of eyes on my shaved body and pink panties. Again, their conversation stopped and I was sure they were talking about me. Self consciously, I bent forward and placed their drinks on the coffee table in front of them.
Amber picked up her wine glass and gave me a small smile.
"So it's time for our little ceremony, bank. Why don't you get on your knees?"
Amber was in the middle of the couch. Claire was on her left and Sarah on her right. Sarah was curled up with her legs under her. Claire sat rather stiffly, still obviously a little shy in front of me. Amber looked completely relaxed and in control. She was in simple jeans and t shirt but still exuded sexuality.
I set the tray down on the coffee table and got on my knees. I found I was lower than the three women, with the coffee table between us. As before, the coffee table had a small box and a pile of papers on it.
Amber smiled and leaned forward, sliding the box towards me.
"Open the box, bank. There's a key in there that you're going to be handing over to me."
I frowned slightly.
"But...this cage doesn't have a key, does it? I mean...I think you locked it with your phone."
Amber waved her hand.
"Yes. But partially this is symbolic. But partially...not at all." She gave me another wicked smile.
"Ok..." I said, uncertain of what she could possibly mean by that.
I fumbled for the box, and held it in front of me. Sarah and Claire were watching me eagerly, obviously curious what the box contained. I slowly lifted off the top.
My eyes shot wide open. I heard Sarah whisper "...oh fuck...."
Inside the box was the key to my BMW.
Claire looked confused.
"What? That looks like...a car key?"
I looked at Amber. She was smiling at me with a predatory look that made me feel weak.
"You know what that is, bank."
I shook my head.
"Yes Miss. It's my car key. But I don't understand..."
"Three weeks ago, after I first locked you up, I gave you a chance to be unlocked. Do you remember?"
I did. The morning after I had confessed my deep dark desires for her to be cruel and unfair to me, and use me for her benefit, she had graciously allowed me one chance to be unlocked and return to my role as her neighbor - just a normal guy living next door. I had refused that offer.
"Yes Miss. I remember."
She nodded.
"Good. I am allowing you just one more opportunity. I've had a chance to really think about our situation, and I have to say as much as I've enjoyed the last few weeks, I can't help but want more. Much more. And you've also had more time to understand what I want from you."
She leaned forward. I tried to ignore how her breasts thrust against the tight fabric of her shirt.
"And you've had time to understand your role. You've been locked three weeks. But you know it will be at least six months longer. And who knows if I'll unlock you then? Or ever? I mean, can you think of a single reason why I should take time out of my day to mess with that cage of yours? I mean, a single reason that would benefit me of course."
"Jesus Amber" Sarah breathed, looking at her friend with a look of surprise.
Amber ignored her, focusing all of her attention on me. I was finding it difficult to breathe.
"So that's the meaning of that key. If you hand that key to me, you reaffirm that you are mine. Mine forever, as long as I choose to keep you. And you'll work for me and pay me what I want. And in return I'll torment you and tease you and I promise to make your life challenging but oh so exciting."
My mind was spinning. I hadn't anticipated having another decision to make. I had already pledged myself to her. She was exactly right - my life had become incredibly difficult. But I wouldn't trade the last few weeks for anything. It was both exciting and scary that she said she wanted even more from me.
"And of course, if you hand me your car key, then that car becomes mine."
I froze in shock.
"Fuck...." Claire said under her breath. Sarah's eyes widened, suddenly focused on the key.
"That's right" Amber said, slowly. "If you hand me the key, then your nice seventy thousand dollar car becomes mine. I have the relevant paper work right here."
She tapped her fingers on the small stack of papers.
"I had some lawyer friends at work draw it up. Just a few signatures, and that car becomes mine, completely legally. I'm going to buy it from you for one dollar."
The room was completely quiet.
"So handing me the key means two things. First, that you consent to remain my property. My little chastity slave. My own little personal bank. And second, that you will sign these documents and transfer the title of your car over to me."
She sat back and crossed her legs, spreading her arms out on the back of the couch imperiously.
"We both know that car looks much better with me driving it anyways, don't we?"
I was stunned. That car was the only thing that I ever spent any real money on after my company became successful. In a way, that car represented my success. At the same time, due to my frugal nature I never really felt comfortable driving around in such an ostentatiously expensive machine. And I had to admit that Amber looked stunning and right at home in that luxurious car.
Then there was the second part of this. Whether I wanted to remain Amber's bank. I flushed when I thought of how much she had taken from me so far, and how much she might take in the future. But I couldn't possibly imagine going back to my previous life. It just made me feel sad to think of going to work, waving at Amber when I happened to see her in her driveway every few weeks. That wasn't even an option for me. Even if it meant staying locked as long as Amber wanted, that seemed like a better alternative.
Slowly and deliberately, I picked the shiny BMW car key out of the box. With slightly trembling fingers, I reached across the coffee table and placed it in Amber's outreached hand.
She smiled and closed her fingers around it.
"Very good, bank" she breathed, an exultant smile on her face. "Now we need to sign the papers."
"Dear lord" I heard Claire whisper. "Did he really...like really a BMW?"
Amber produced a pen and spun the pile of papers around to face me.
"All of the places that require your signature are marked with a piece of tape" she said, lifting the first few pages and revealing a page with a piece of tape pointing to a signature line. Gulping, I signed my name.
"Good bank" she said approvingly. "And here..." She revealed another page and I signed.
"You're doing so good. Just two more..." She flipped through several pages, and I signed where she tapped.
"Just one more..." She flipped to the last page, where there were four signature lines. She had already signed the top one. Still shaking, I signed below her name.
Amber spun the page around, and pressed the pen into Sarah's hand.
"Witness please, Sarah."
Wordlessly, Sarah signed the next blank line, and passed the pen along to Claire.
Claire looked up at me, uncertain.
"Uh...are you sure...are you sure you want to do this Chris?"
I closed my eyes for a second. I knew I was shaking slightly. Not only giving up my car, but also the thought of going even deeper into Amber's world. I opened my eyes.
"Yes, Claire. Thank you so much for asking. But I want nothing more."
Her eyebrows rose, but she bent over and signed the paper.
Amber gathered up the papers and stuffed them into a folder.
"Very good, bank. I'm so pleased with you. Now for your payment. Stand up, please."
I got to my feet slowly, not trusting my balance. My mind was an absolute whirl.
Amber stood as well, gracefully rising to her feet. She reached into her pants pocket and produced a single dollar bill. Locking her gaze on mine, she practically stalked around the coffee table until she was standing directly in front of me. She was so close I could feel her breath on my face, and her breasts were brushing against my naked chest. I shivered.
She snapped the dollar bill dramatically, and then reached down and tucked it into the waistband of my panties. I heard Sarah snicker from the couch.
"Done deal, little bank. You're mine now. No escape."
To my absolute surprise, Amber gripped my head between her hands, and pressed her lips against mine. I felt my whole body go rigid in a sort of sensory overload. Her lips were warm and full and I could feel her body briefly pressed against mine. I just had a second to process it before she pulled away.
"Don't get used to that, bank. You'll have to buy me more than a car before I'll do that again."
Sarah laughed again. I felt like I was going to faint. Amber had just kissed me. Full on the lips. There was no tongue or anything but still. I was in heaven.
"Girls - we'll all going for a ride in my new car tomorrow" Amber announced, as she rubbed her fingers on the BMW key.
Claire and Sarah smiled.
"Oh my god...I'd love that" Claire said. "It's a beautiful car!"
Amber smiled and popped the key into her pocket.
"A while ago you asked me about that port on the side of your cage, right bank?"
I shook my head, clearing the effects of Amber's kiss. I felt awkward standing in front of Claire and Sarah - my pink panties were exactly at the level of their eyes. I sank to my knees. That felt much better.
"Yes Miss" I said, remembering how I had discovered a small port or hole in the side of my chastity device.
"So now I need to explain the full functionality of your new cage."
I looked up at her, surprised.
