Amy was sitting astride Ben's waist when he woke the next morning. He was lying on his back with his arms by his sides, arms that were now pinned in place, immobilised by her thighs. She was sitting on his tiny chastity cage, enjoying the feel of the high security device resting between her bare cheeks.
Her long dark hair hung down over her shoulders, modestly covering her bare breasts. Everything from there down was on show. In turn Ben was completely naked other than for the chastity cage. When she was ready, it would be all too easy to release him and for their naked bodies to touch.
She ran her fingertips over his torso, sending shivers and tickles into his body. She was impatient for him to wake up and she giggled excitedly as she felt his muscled body stir beneath her. His eyes opened and she slid forward a little to keep him pinned to the bed.
"Good morning," she smiled, "Thank you for waiting..."
Ben lifted his head and tried to move his arms, but then relaxed, knowing better than to fight Amy's legs. She was also the woman with his key. His cock was already straining, his whole body now so desperate for release.
"My pleasure," he replied, his begging eyes heavy with lust.
She squeezed her thighs together more tightly. No one had ever loved her this much or been this committed to pleasing her; not even her mother. She knew how desperately horny Ben had been and yet he still obeyed her.
"I have a present for you," she sung.
Dangling her used underwear above him, she pushed her red painted nails inside the crotch lining to retrieve the key.
"It's been a while since this key has seen daylight..." she giggled.
"Oh fuck," Ben breathed as he tried again to move his arms, "Please?"
Amy had planned to tease him some more, but the look in his eyes was as much pained as it was aroused. She spun around and positioned her naked butt on his chiselled chest as she unlocked, unhooked and removed the interlocking parts of the Prince Albert cage. She had barely touched him when seconds later he climaxed, his cries of relief filling the room.
Amy giggled and jumped off his body. Ben could finally sit up. She shrieked with laughter as he caught her arm, pulled her back down and rolled on top of her naked body. Her giggling and shrieking echoed around the minimally furnished room.
"Now that you've unleashed me..." he purred.
Amy was trembling with excitement as he pinned her hands to the bed, his glistening biceps far too powerful for her to fight. She could feel him entering her, slowly and gently, his lips pushing down on hers. They came quickly and lay panting together. Amy loved that Ben was still lying on top of her, but disappointed that he had released her arms.
"My hands just love to love lock chastity cages," she teased, placing her arms back on the mattress.
"Really?"
"So if you don't lock them... They'll lock you!"
Ben's strong hands grabbed her again and a hot flush ran through her bare body and she tried in vain to free herself.
*
An hour later and Amy was sitting on Ben's chest with the chastity cage in her hand. His cock was still semi-erect and flushed from their love making and it looked gorgeous against his taunt stomach and muscled legs.
She positioned the ring behind his balls and looped the hook through his piercing. Then for the cruellest part as she concertinaed his cock back inside the one inch cage. Her fingers interlocked the cage and the ring and held them there as she slid the lock in place. One tiny turn of the key and she once again his goddess.
"Let's shower," Ben smiled, exhausted from the exertions.
"No... You make the coffee."
Completely at ease with her naked body, Amy led Ben back out to the kitchen and used a chain and padlock to lock his cock cage to the steel bar that supported the granite bench. Amy padlocked men by the balls in the same way as most women padlock their bikes, and in a matter-of-fact way she casually dropped the keys out of his reach on the sofa.
"Amy!" he begged, her lithe body just too gorgeous. He yanked the chain in frustration.
"What can I say, I'm twisted," her voice was still husky from exertions and a slight cold.
"Please?"
"It makes me tingle down here... and it feels fucking lovely."
"And that's enough to chain me up like a dog?"
She walked back and kissed him on the lips, "Careful... The idea of leaving you chained up all weekend also turns me on."
Amy's eyes glazed over as Ben ran his fingers down between her legs.
"You are twisted," he breathed, kissing her lips.
Her lips parted, searching for Ben who was now distracted as he rubbed his own cock cage.
"Good luck with that darling," Amy called as she walked back to the shower, "Oh and by the way the keys are over there."
*
Amy had only taken three strides of her long bare legs before dropping the padlock keys on the sofa. But three strides of Amy's legs was too far for Ben as he waited, helplessly tethered by the balls. He was still trying to achieve the impossible when his front door opened and his ex-girlfriend, Louisa, walked in a short red flared skirt and black top that contrasted against her stunning blonde hair. Her heels and skirt combined to extenuate her legs in a deliberate attempt to win men and intimidate woman.
A year earlier Ben had been infatuated with this stunning blonde, despite the messed up woman behind the looks. The infatuation had passed, but she still had a key to his apartment.
"Oh I thought you were away for the weekend," she exclaimed.
In her heels Louisa was almost as tall as him and she strode towards him imposingly.
"Not a good time Lou," he cried.
