Two years had passed, and Ben and Amy had taken chastity to a new level. Ben now wore a chastity device that Amy had designed herself and had had custom made at great expense.
A heavy cock ring encircled Ben's balls that was joined to a plate that ran behind his balls. On to this plate locked a solid steel top part that meshed with Ben's Prince Albert piercing. The result was a solid block of silvery steel that completely enclosed and encased Ben's genitals, with only a keyhole and small hole through which to pee.
The inescapable block of steel tugged as Ben walked and he had taken to using a black leather belt to stop the device from pulling, or possibly tearing, his balls from his body.
Amy's special design incorporated a maximum-security lock buried deep inside the device. The key had to turn 180 degrees and then push in further before it could engage the pins which, as Amy had explained several times, made it completely unpickable. Drilling was also not an option, as the drill would have to cut through steel and stop millimetres from Ben's helpless cock.
Ben knew the dangers of wearing such a secure device and the very real risk that losing the key could mean losing his cock, or at least a lifetime in chastity. Either way, he would never make love to a woman again. But while he loved sex with Amy, the look of Amy's teasing body in a short skirt and boots made even a lifetime of chastity seem like a wonderful idea.
Amy's design also included an electrical shock device that only took orders from the small remote control in Amy's pocket. The slightest push of her manicured finger against the button would incapacitate Ben, the trigger so sensitive that she would sometimes activate unintentionally. She knew from experience that bending down too far in her tight denim shorts could be bad for Ben's health.
Once, when decorating their new house, Amy had brought him crashing down from a ladder by simply reaching down to pick up a paint brush. They had both laughed at the sight of each other covered in white paint and Amy had kindly crouched down to wipe paint from Ben's eyes. Another mistake as her denim shorts again tightened around her hips.
The shorts were still covered in paint, but it didn't stop them from being one of Amy's favourite pairs. She would glide around the house on a Sunday morning with the shorts tightly buckled around her hips, the remote control in her back pocket and a look of pure mischievous in her big brown eyes.
It gave Amy a wonderful feeling of control, able to bring Ben to his knees at her every whim. With Ben on his knees, she would stand over him, lift her skirt and let him explore her body and kiss the only key to his chastity device. For Amy, the fact that the key was hidden inside her expensive silk lingerie, resting against her vagina, was just a happy coincidence.
"One day the key will fall out of there," Ben breathed, as he kissed her between her legs, "then its permanent for me."
"I know," she mouthed.
"I'll be celibate."
"And how do you feel about that?" Amy whispered; one thigh already wrapped around his neck.
"I could check every day to see if the key had returned."
Amy cried out as she orgasmed.
Ben's arousal was more than he could take while deadlocked inside the two-inch device, "Oh fuck," Ben whispered, well aware that it was only the tenth of the month."
Amy's birthday was the fifth of July and in honour of herself, she had chosen the fifth of every month as the day she unlocked Ben and the day they made love. The monthly release had brought a new magic to their relationship, and a new level of closeness as Amy helped Ben manage and focus his sexual desires.
Leading up to the day of release, Ben would focus more on more on Amy, transitioning from a partner, to a servant, to a lovesick slave. Sometimes though, not even kneeling on the floor and massaging her legs could divert his desire to make love.
"Do I have to chain you up?" Amy smiled with dancing eyes. Putting Ben in subspace, put her on a sexual high.
Ben grabbed his steel cock and smiled, "Not to the toilet!"
Amy giggled. Only days before, she had chained him to the toilet for the night. It had certainly kept him from being distracted by her body, as he had been unable to separate himself from the porcelain bowl, at least, that was until Amy came to pee in the night.
"Ok, somewhere away from your body... and those eyes," Ben breathed huskily.
Amy unbuttoned his chinos, ran her nails up the inside of his thighs and grabbed the steel between his legs.
"Locked..." she whispered erotically.
He stared into her dark, all controlling eyes. He may have been confined to a two-inch long cock, yet his love for Amy was making him wonderfully lightheaded. His dropped his head to kiss her breasts that were tantalisingly on display under her low-cut white top, and then dropped back to his knees as his cock burned inside his block of solid steel.
"Fucking thing won't open," he panted, pulling at the steel, trapped in a mental orgasm where his body just couldn't follow.
"I know... I have the key..."
"I can't take this today... just chain me up somewhere far away," he begged as Amy unhelpfully lifted her short tartan skirt and rubbed her thighs against his face.
She avoided his eyes as she padlocked the heavy chain to Ben's chastity device, looped the chain over her shoulder and led him outside and over to the large oak tree at the bottom of their private garden.
Suddenly Ben cried out and fell to his knees.
"Opps, nipples too hard," Amy smiled bashfully as she took the remote from her bra and then carefully replaced it even closer to her left nipple.
Ben followed cautiously as Amy's boots swayed towards the end of the garden and then knelt down as Amy looped the chain around the tree and locked it back on to itself.
"I'll leave you here while I..." Amy glanced away shyly.
"Masturbate?" Ben replied.
"Shush..."
"What about your nipples?"
"Umm, we'll see won't we..."
Amy blew him a kiss before she swung around and walked back towards the house, her hips rolling excessively. She sensed that Ben was trying to follow her and waited for the inevitable cry as the chain pulled tight.
