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..."
