Locking Ben's cock inside her new Prince Albert chastity cage had been the highlight of Amy's week. When she closed her eyes she could still remember the feeling of control and the surge of sexual power that she'd felt as she'd rolled around on his beautiful white wool rug. Ben's eyes had betrayed his obvious obsession with her body and with her control of his cock. She now had two favourite things, which ironically were mutually exclusive; fucking Ben and keeping him in chastity.
Amy was once again temping at the sex shop and the hours were passing slowly. The two silver keys, one to Ben's PA cage and the other to Ben's chastity belt, were hanging proudly from a silver chain around her neck. She'd deliberately worn a low cut black top so that the keys could be seen and were also easy for her to play with. That said, the thought of slipping the cold steel keys in her panties to reduce the temperature building between her legs was also very appealing.
She flicked away her long black hair and reached behind her neck to unfasten the clasp on her necklace. The keys slipped off the chain and into her waiting hand. She walked out from behind the counter and over to the mirror. Ben would love her new black leather trousers and she imagined how he would react when he saw them. First he'd smile his sexy smile and then he'd reach between his legs and wince as his cock expanded and crushed itself into its small steel cell. She returned to the privacy of the counter, unbuttoned her trousers and slipped them inside.
*
Ben was in full lock down. Not only was his cock inside a one inch long, Prince Albert hooking cock cage with a cut proof integrated lock, but on top of that she had locked him in a full steel chastity belt. He had none of the keys and all he had was a scrap of paper with the name 'Amy' and a telephone number. At least he now knew the woman's name and number, although those alone were no use in freeing him from the locked steel devices.
Amy had made it clear that he could only call her in an emergency. If something was to go wrong, her keys could the difference between all being fine and permanent damage to his cock. Ben played with the scrap of paper in his hands. He didn't want to call her to be unlocked, but he did want to see her again.
"Hi Amy its Ben," he felt like he was sixteen again, asking a girl to the movies.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to meet for lunch today?"
"This number is for emergencies only," she replied, even though she was delighted just to hear his voice.
"I don't want to be released, I just want to see you again."
The line went dead. Fuck, had he upset her? He had to call her back, yet he didn't dare. Shit, now the wait was going to be even harder. At least he was still locked inside her belt and could enjoy the feeling of the tight steel, the memory of her body and her smile as she'd locked it all so permanently into place.
Amy was also feeling anxious. The keys were doing exactly what she hoped they would do inside her leather trousers and she was desperate to keep this sexy game going for as long as possible. To do that she had to play the role of the sadistic key holding bitch, or he would soon lose interest in this almost forty year old woman no matter how hard she tried to turn back the years in the gym. She wanted nothing more than to see him again, make love to him, hang out with him again, but every time she did so she would lose more of that mystique that he seemed to find so enticing. Her phone beeped.
''Sorry, I just can't wait to worship you again."
Amy giggled out loud in relief and a young couple in the vibrator section of the shop looked up. The keys felt even better against her body, they seemed to be having a lovely time in there. She tried to wait, but within minutes she had replied.
"Tonight, 8pm, your place."
*
Amy arrived at Ben's apartment wearing a long black coat which she dropped from her shoulders to reveal a short red flared dress. Her hair was in a bun and she wore stockings and high pointed heels.
"You look amazing, 'Amy'", Ben smiled, able to use her name for the first time.
"Thank you."
Amy glowed inside, his words and the look in his eyes making her feel like a giddy kid. 'Stay cool,' she kept telling herself as she kissed him on the cheek and strode across the room and sat down on one of the high chrome and leather stools in his kitchen diner.
"Would you like a drink Amy?"
Amy nodded as she crossed her long stocking covered legs, enjoying the feel of stocking on stocking and the feel of the soft leather on the back of her thighs.
"How's your week been?" she asked, sipping from the large round wine glass.
"Good," Ben smiled as he tapped his crotch, "if somewhat dominated by what you did down here."
"That's how you should be."
"Obsessed?"
"Yes," she smiled coyly, "if you're not obsessed then let me know and I'll lock you up even more."
Amy was wearing a thin silver chain around her neck, with the pendant hanging out of sight between her breasts. She tugged gently until a key popped out and then hung down provocatively by her cleavage. Ben had been talking, but the sight of the key distracted him and he lost his train of thought. Taking advantage of the break in conversation, Amy reached behind her neck and unclipped the chain.
"Unlock the belt, take a shower and I'll meet you in your bedroom."
Ben's heart rate doubled and became so loud he could hear it in his head. Fuck, how could a simple word from this woman do this to him? He took the key from her outstretched palm and disappeared quickly into the bathroom. He stripped down to the silver pants that had hugged him constantly for the last week and looked at his reflection in the mirror. The belt felt very different when he had the key in his hand and he admired its tight, unescapable fit before finally pushing the key into the lock and stripping it from his body.
