What was she doing playing chastity games with a twenty something guy? She knew it was crazy, yet Amy was smiling to herself as she stepped off the bus and walked quickly to the address that Ben had given her, a two bedroom apartment in an upmarket development.
She hadn't seen Ben since they'd made love at the hotel a week ago, but she could still remember the feel of his body and his freshly unlocked cock. She hadn't belted him when they parted the next morning. This wasn't because Ben didn't want her as his keyholder, in fact he'd been disappointed when she hadn't locked him up, this was because they had agreed to take it to the next level. Ben was right now sitting in his apartment, unlocked, but with a brand new Price Albert piercing through his cock.
"Hello Ben," she smiled as he opened the door.
"Hi!" was all he could reply as she still hadn't told him her name.
"Nice chinos, but how's it feeling inside?"
Ben led her inside and poured two glasses of wine, but Amy was too distracted to drink. In addition to her penchant for chastity, she had a long time fascination with piercings. She had one in her lip, and now this stud had one in his cock.
"Strip and sit on the floor with your hands around that pillar."
Ben downed his wine and watched the woman carefully as he obeyed her command. She looked better than ever, with her long dark hair in a ponytail, make up to extenuate her big dark eyes and lashes and an expression that suggested she was just as aroused as he was. With her leather jacket now slung on the sofa, she was wearing a fitted low cut black top and blue jeans. He knew what jeans meant, but he was too excited to care.
"Nice boots," he observed as she used them to gently push and probe his already erect cock.
"Thank you."
With one boot holding him down, Amy pulled a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket and quickly and professionally locked his wrists together behind his back and around the pillar. She crouched down, her jeans stretching to contain her body and more closely examined Ben's cock and his new piercing. Her mere presence had aroused him even before she leant forward and slipped his cock into her mouth.
"Oh fuck," he cried, "this will make chastity even harder."
He climaxed and Amy looked up at him with teasing eyes as she licked her lips. The feeling of her mouth made Ben forget where he was and he tried to stand up. Amy shook her head slowly and the cuffs held his wrists, bringing him back to the present.
"There's no going back," she whispered, "you're mine."
With his cock now resting, Amy forced the new, slightly tighter cock ring all the way over Ben's cock and balls. She then picked up the middle ring, which contained the Prince Albert hook.
"It's this little hook which makes this so secure," Amy explained as she slipped the ring up his cock and eased the hook through his piercing. She then took the small cock cage that consisted of thick bars and a solid steel end, with only one hole through which to pee.
"It's only about an inch long," Ben exclaimed.
Amy smiled, subconsciously licking her lips, "Mmm, this should keep your attention."
"Why did you choose that length?"
"Keyholder's prerogative."
Amy placed the tiny cage over Ben's cock and pushed until it interlocked with the cock ring.
"OK?" she asked, her face only inches from his beautiful bewildered eyes.
Ben nodded.
Amy took the integrated cylinder lock, with the key already inside and pushed it through the device. She turned the key a half turn and then slowly pulled it out.
"Oh fuck," she moaned unexpectantly.
"You okay?" Ben looked at her more closely, "Did you come?"
Amy looked back coyly and walked around in an attempt to disperse her pent up energy. She was breathing deeply and flicking her long hair from side to side.
"Well we could make out if that would help, but it doesn't look as though I have a cock anymore!"
Amy looked down at the small metal device between Ben's legs, "No you don't... but I have this nice shiny key."
"Yes, and you walking back and forth in those jeans isn't helping!"
Amy smiled, delighted with the compliment which only encouraged her to sway her hips.
"Any chance you can remove these cuffs so I see what's left of me?"
But Amy's mind was miles away as she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans.
"Oh no, please..."
Ben was now feeling the pressure as Amy continued to walk back and forth in front of him, this time in only black bra and panties. She stopped in front of him and positioned her butt against Ben's lips.
"Kiss me if you want."
Ben was breathing quickly. If he kissed her then his cock might explore, if he didn't he risked annoying the woman who owed him. She was still standing in front and obviously wanted him to kiss her butt. He rubbed his lips back and forth, tickling her before pushing them deeply into the bottom of her butt. He breathed in her scent and then pulled back. This time he pushed his lips in them as far as they would go between her cheeks and held them there.
Having her butt kissed had done little to ease Amy's sexual tension and she was still buzzing as she crouched down to inspect the chastity cage. He'd survived her teasing, but she still needed to make sure that he understood what she'd done to him.
"Now Ben, as well as trapping your balls, this cage is also locked to your penis. Try and pull out of this and you'll lose the tip of your cock. Understood? The only way to physically get out of this without the key is to try and drill out the lock which I don't advise. So if there's an emergency, please call me."
Ben smiled, "Does being in need of sex count as an emergency?"
Even though she was desperate to fuck him again, Amy knew she had to give him her best school mistress frown and a gentle kick in the balls. With that done, she walked over to her jeans to find the key to the handcuffs.
Ben watched her, transfixed. "Are you sure you don't want to take advantage of me in this position?" he asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on the front of Amy's damp underwear.
"You really are too good to be true."
In desperate need of release, Amy tucked the cuff keys into her bra and stepped forward so that she was in easy reach. Ben buried his face into her, moving with a slow circular rhythm. She cried out as he penetrated her with his tongue and she eagerly stepped forward until her hips were pinning his head back against the concrete column.
By the time Amy pulled away, Ben's tongue and jaw were aching and his one inch cock was in agony. The zoned out brunette collapsed on to the nearby white rug, let down her hair and shook it free. Amy now looked like a vulnerable sex kitten ready to be fucked, although thanks to her expertly placed restraints, Ben was in no position to take advantage.
"Come here," she breathed instinctively.
"Give me the keys to the cuffs!"
Amy seductively pulled them from her left breast and threw them across. Ben struggled with the cuffs for five minutes during which time Amy lay on her back, her legs apart, moaning gently. Finally, Ben opened one of the cuffs and climbed to his feet and inspected himself. His balls hung down as before and looked large in comparison to his cock which had been replaced with a small silver stub.
"My cock? It's tiny!" he cried as he pulled at the locked cage, "How does it make it so small!"
He pulled at the device, but all three parts were now rigidly connected into a single block of metal. He felt the cylinder lock that was built into the body of the cage.
"Fucking hell this is scary!" Ben breathed as he walked over to where Amy lay and sat astride her waist, "You do have the key for this thing?"
Amy was too turned on to answer, her lithe body more interested in writhing around to see if she could escape from under him. Ben leaned forward and pinned her hands to the floor and held her there.
Amy was breathing hard. "What are you going to do to me?"
"It depends. Are you going to unlock me?"
Amy smiled and shook her head. She then grabbed Ben's butt and pull him down further so that she could stimulate herself on the cock cage, the shiny steel end pushing into the damp front of her black silk underwear.
