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.
