It was an hour later when Amy opened Ben's bedroom door a crack, cautiously peered outside and then tiptoed out into the lounge. Her hair was up in a rough bun, her feet were bare, and she wore blue jeans and a tight black tee-shirt.
She wasn't sure whether Ben had heard her masturbate and she kicked herself her not being quieter. She picked up the key to the large wooden trunk and sat down on the lid above her lover.
"Amy?" he called from inside.
"Hi," she replied, "Not sure what I'm supposed to do now..."
Amy had only just moved in with Ben and it was a big change to their chastity keyholder relationship. Amy loved Ben more than she would admit and loved spending time with him in his gorgeous apartment, but she was terrified than he would lose interest in her if things became vanilla. She was also becoming addicted to the thrill of being in control which explained why Ben was locked in the trunk beneath her, his wrists in handcuffs which were in turn were padlocked to his steel Prince Albert cock cage.
"Whatever you want, it's your home too," he called.
"What if I want to keep you in the box?" she breathed.
"Then you'll have the place to yourself."
"What will you do?"
"Lie here and fantasise about making love to you..."
"But not get off..."
"No... your little cage has made sure of that."
"I know, and you don't have the key," Amy was unbuttoning her jeans only minutes after having secured them around her slim waist.
"My girlfriend has it..."
Amy stopped dead. Was that who she now was? She must be, as the key was definitely in her pocket. She smiled, even though the stakes were now even higher. It was scary how quickly Ben was breaking down her barriers. Gone was the hard bitch who had first locked him in a cheap chastity cage and sitting here now was a woman who was more emotionally exposed than ever
"Amy?" he called, "Are you going to let me out so we can make love?"
"No..." Amy's voice was dreamy.
"Fuck, I didn't think I could want you more than this," he replied.
Amy moved, her jeans creaking on the old timber trunk. "From now on, your cock will be either locked up... or inside me," she breathed huskily as she reached for the cushions and curled up happily on the trunk.
*
It was dark outside when Ben heard the unmistakeable sound of the key being pushed into the lock and turning. He was now wide awake, attentively waiting for the trunk to open, but seconds later the key turned again and relocked the trunk.
"Amy?"
"Thought that would get your attention," she called, "I've locked you up again, by the way."
Ben's heart jumped as she withdrew the key and a small stream of light shone in through the empty keyhole.
"That was mean," he moaned, "and so fucking sexy... if only my cock could join in."
Amy giggled.
"If you let me out, I can cook you dinner..." Ben writhed in both ecstasy and agony as his cock taunted him.
"Mmm, now that's a dilemma."
*
Amy stretched, smiled to herself and then stood up. She pushed the key back into the lock and this time unlocked the trunk.
"Not sure I can cook dinner with my hands chained to my balls?" he sighed, his hands rattling to demonstrate the impossibility of her cruel restraint.
"Sure you can," Amy exclaimed with a laughed.
Ben used his body to back Amy up against the wall and kissed her. He tried to wrap his arms around her but was met with a hopelessly secure clink of steel on steel. Instead, he pushed his hands and his small steel cage between her legs.
Amy giggled, kissed him back and then grabbed his chastity cage and used it to lead him into the kitchen, "Dinner... or do I need to chain you to the kitchen bench?"
"You look to fucking sexy!" Ben moaned.
Ben was transfixed with Amy's big dilated eyes, her erect nipples showing through her black tee-shirt and the tiny hairs on her slim arms that were standing on end. He started to unbutton her jeans and got a tantalising glimpse of red silk panties beneath.
She cruelly let him undo three buttons before turning around, leaving his hands to explore her tight denim butt. When she turned back, she had a chain and two padlocks in her hand and she effortlessly locked his cock cage to the chrome bar that ran beneath the kitchen bench. Only then did she release the padlock that connected his handcuffs to his cock.
"That's a temporary reprieve," she breathed, "I'm going chain your hands to your cock as soon as dinner is over."
She stepped back out of his reach and pulled off her tee-shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. She let down her hair and twirled around, showing off hot red bra and panties.
"Something wrong darling," she teased, flopping casually down on to the couch before breaking out her wide smile.
Ben was straining at his leash, his balls stretched as far as possible from his body but was still painfully short of touching her bare feet.
Amy eyes fluttered bashfully as she pulled a small keyring from the waistband of her red underwear and then, as if it were an elicit little secret, tucked it straight back inside. With her sun tanned skin contrasting against the cream couch, she lay back and gently played with her open legs. She shook out her hair and stroked herself. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had cooked her dinner and certainly never under such sexy circumstances.
"This is so cool," she breathed, writhing in pleasure on the expensive white cushions.
"So fucking sexy," Ben gasped, his breathing deep, "Even if I don't have a cock..."
"Yeah, shame about that..."
"What do I have to do?"
"Dinner..."
*
They ate dinner by candlelight, Amy in lingerie, and Ben naked in cuffs and his cage. They talked and laughed like a regular couple. With the meal over, Amy slinked over to Ben's side and sat in front of him on the table. She placed her black high heels on his chair, with one long leg either side of him.
"Thank you darling, that was wonderful," she smiled, taking his glass and sipping his red wine, "I'll clear up."
"Really?" Ben replied.
"Of course, you cooked so it's only fair."
Amy may have ben paranoid about losing her sadistic magic, but she knew that forcing Ben to wash up as well would make her an intolerable bitch. She played the intolerable bitch card one more time as she ordered him to kiss her thighs, and then led Ben over to the kitchen sink.
"Lie down," she whispered, the wine and arousal making her almost too dizzy to focus.
With Ben lying on the floor, his head by the sink, she unlocked one of his cuffs and relocked them so that Ben's hands were attached to the chrome bar that ran beneath the kitchen bench just inches from the floor.
She placed one high heel either side of his head and started to fill the sink.
"So just a regular girl doing the dishes?" Ben sighed wishfully, his mind fascinated by the way Amy's panties curved and wrapped around her.
"That's right."
Amy smiled dreamily as she stepped back and placed one of her black leather heels on Ben's cock cage and started to exert pressure, "Just an old-fashioned girl..."
Ben's eyes were making her body tingle and based on the sensation up her long smooth legs and in her pants, she had a fair idea where he was focusing. She had never used washing the dishes as foreplay before, but when the man she loved was in chains anything could turn her on.
She wiped around the sink, squeezed out the cloth and then crouched straight down on to Ben's face, her vagina pressing against his lips. Her sex toy immediately started and within only a few minutes she had climaxed.
"My cock!" Ben moaned, writhing on the floor beneath her.
Amy pulled the chastity key from her bra and ran it between her flirting lips.
"I thought you wanted me to be your keyholder," she whispered, "that means holding your key."
She pushed the key back inside her bra, the silver metal pushing in between her warm breasts and the tight touch of the provocative red lingerie. She pushed it in deeper until it touched her erect nipple.
"I do," Ben panted, strangely delighted by the beautiful brunette's cruelty. The thrill of denial was starting to rival the feeling of sex.
Amy's whole body was smiling as she lay on top of him and hugged his strong body.
Her scent was now all pervaded and Ben was more desperate than ever to hold her. He first tried to wriggle out of Amy's tightly locked handcuffs and when that failed, he pulled at the chrome bar. Amy seemed oblivious as she closed her eyes and rubbed herself against his naked body, their arousal making for a breathless and barely coherent conversation.
"I just love chaining you to things," Amy moaned.
"I just want to hold you..." Ben moaned back.
"One squeeze of the cuffs and you're helpless..."
