Amy was trembling as she hurried to the train, her leather boots clipping loudly, and her white cotton trousers feeling warm and tacky as they stretched to contain her long striding legs. Ben had slipped the only key to his ankle shackles somewhere inside her trousers and she hoped like hell that the key was still in there. If not, Ben was fucked. She slipped into an empty seat and discretely felt between her legs.
She hated the late night trip back home. She had so wanted to stay with Ben, but in her mind, she had to play the distant and sadistic bitch or otherwise Ben would lose interest and return to his ex-girlfriend. That thought frightened her. There had to be another way though. Maybe she could lock him inside a safe in his apartment? That would be insanely cruel as well as hot, and maybe then she could stay the night in his bed.
She left the train and walked quickly to her flat. With her head down, she passed the fuckwit who used to shout obscenities at her and smiled as she remembered the day that Ben had 'had a chat with him'. She hadn't heard what Ben had said, but the fuckwit hadn't said a word to her since.
Once inside her hallway, Amy unbuttoned her trousers and reached inside. 'Yes' she cried as she found the key, 'Fuck Yeah,' she moaned as her fingers continued to explore.
*
At the same time, Ben was shuffling painfully slowly to his shower. He was used to being locked inside a chastity belt, but the heavy rigid ankles shackles were completely new. Thick steel held his feet six inches apart, locked by a square padlock that fitted the shackles so exactly that bolt cutters would be useless. Where had Amy even found these, and more importantly, why had she locked him in them and left?
Ben woke the next morning and called Amy, his lips inadvertently smiling as he listened to her voicemail message. Maybe she was in the shower, he smiled again. Maybe she was playing hard to get. He shuffled slowly to the couch and collapsed. A girl playing hard to get was frustrating enough, but when she had the key his foot cuffs it was maddening.
There was a knock and Ben, who had now resorted to sliding on his butt, shuffled slowly to the door. He peered under the door to see elegant black heels before reaching up for the latch.
Amy strode in wearing a white silk blouse and the skimpy black silk shorts from Paris, with the elegantly teasing flower pattern that wound around her hips and down between her legs. Her hair was down, and she was wearing high black heels that made her long toned legs tower even higher above him.
"Thank god you're here," he smiled, sliding on the floor after her, "Thought I'd have to take a day off work."
"You still will, I haven't brought the key to your ankle cuffs."
Ben was taken aback by her tone as he looked up at Amy who was now sitting on a kitchen stool with her legs crossed.
"Why do you only want me as your keyholder?" she whispered, "Why don't you want me to stay here more often?"
Amy had been awake all night thinking about how she would say this and it was a relief to finally have it out in the open.
"I would love you to stay here all the time," Ben replied, still sitting on the floor with his mouth open in shock, "I worship you."
Amy didn't know how to reply or where to look and was pleased when Ben broke eye contact and slid forward to gently kissed her leg. She uncrossed her legs, placed her hands around the back of his head and nuzzled him into her body.
Ben looked up from between her thighs, amazed at how this beautiful woman could be so insecure, "Amy, why else would I let you lock me up if I wasn't obsessed with you? You have me in chastity and shackled in some medieval torture thing... you must realise how much trust and love that takes?"
Amy was lost for words and wished that she was wearing a skirt that she could just flick over him to hide those eyes.
"You're the one who chooses to leave," Ben continued, "and I'm too in awe of you, and too in love with your control, to suggest otherwise."
Ben tried to stand up to kiss her, but Amy held him between her legs as she tried to steady her emotions.
"Quite tight," Ben panted.
Amy smiled for the first time since she arrived and squeezed him some more.
"I'd love you to move in," Ben croaked.
"But will that spoil our games?" Amy asked hesitantly, "Will we lose the thrill of leaving you cruelly helpless and waiting for my return?
"You are cute when you're cruel," Ben smiled.
"Will we lose that if I live here?"
Ben pushed his nose against her thigh and slowly filled his lungs with Amy's scent, "We'll play others games," he replied, "breathing her scented air back out, "There are other ways for you to tease and torment."
"Are you just saying this so that I let you breathe again?" Amy smiled a little wider.
"No... I love death by asphyxiation," Ben croaked.
Amy's beautiful smile returned as she opened her legs, her warm soft thighs slowly peeling away from his reddened neck. Ben struggled to his shackled feet, took Amy's hand and tried to lead her towards the couch, but within seconds her leg smooth long legs had left him behind.
"You can barely move!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, your cuffs are quite effective," he winced.
"I knew I should have brought the key!"
"But you do you have the keys to my chastity belt?" Ben asked hopefully as he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around Amy's waist.
She bit her lip and shook her head, "Sorry, I was doing cruel."
"A keyholder with no keys?" Ben teased, gently stroking long dark hair out of her eyes and then playfully kissing her cute button nose, "Well maybe I will go and get them."
Amy laughed and then clamped her hand to face, "Right, they're hidden in my flat and anyway you don't even know where I live!" she giggled, "... and you can barely move!"
