Ben sat on the beach enjoying the view from their deserted Maldives retreat. With no one else in sight, he had stripped off his black board shorts and was stroking the small silver chastity cage that, as always, hung limply between his legs.
He ran his fingers over his balls and enjoyed the tickling sensation and the resultant pressure build up his cage. He then touched the steel cage, much of which was a solid tube, but as always there was little sensation and certainly no erection. He wiped away the sand and turned the cage so he could look into the dark interior of the small keyhole, wondering when Amy might next let him out to play.
It had been his choice to give up control of his cock to a girl and the girl he had chosen seemed increasingly besotted with the arrangement. Her delight in locking him up was all too contagious.
Not having access to his own cock was now normal for Ben; he spent most of his life this way. His penis was just one of Amy's sex toys, no different from her vibrator. An object that belonged to her and one that she only brought out to satisfy her sexually desires. If she could keep it locked away in her cupboard she would, but unfortunately it was attached between his legs and therefore the need for the cage.
While the cage stripped Ben of his penis, it was strangely sexual. It focused his thoughts and sexual desires on the woman who held his key, to the point that even a passing thought about Amy brought Ben to arousal. The cage would kill any erection of course, but it felt comforting, like a hug for his cock as it tried to swell before withering away.
The chastity cage seemed to give Amy superpowers. A sexy outfit or even just a teasing smile would have a huge impact on Ben's chastised mind, dropping him immediately back under her spell. New provocative lingerie could literally bring Ben to his knees from where he would beg for his freedom. Yet somehow, Amy's body and the playful look in her eyes could turn this pain into pleasure.
His cock swelled again, like a Pavlov dog, as he watched Amy walk towards him on the beach, her rolling hips silhouetted against the sun. She was dressed in a hot pink, tie up bikini that miraculously clung to her tanned body. Before tying the bikini bottoms around her waist, Amy had threaded the bikini strap through Ben's chastity key. The key was now an integral part of her outfit, bouncing around against her right hip.
*
"You've got a sandy butt," Ben smiled, pleased for an excuse to touch Amy's bottom and straighten her bikini that had started to ride up between her cheeks.
"Thank you," she replied demurely from beneath large sunglasses and a wide brimmed white hat, "I love a naked man on the beach..."
"You know I could be completely naked...?"
Ben spread his muscular legs and played hopefully with his one inch silver stump.
"What girl could resist," Amy giggled.
Amy nudged Ben's face with her tanned thigh and waited for him to rub more sun cream into her legs, "Just as well you make up for it in other ways," she winked.
Amy's cream covered legs and the dangling key were causing pleasant havoc inside Ben's chastity cage which he rhythmically stroked with his hand, "Smallest cock on the island," Amy teased.
Ben smiled, he loved the beautiful teasing sensation inside the cage, not that he was going to admit that to his giggling sadistic keyholder.
"Well given that you can't impress any of the beautiful woman on this island," Amy smiled mischievously, rubbing her bikini bottoms against Ben's face, "Why don't I bury you!"
*
Ben started to dig a narrow but deep hole as Amy meandered back up to their villa, happily humming a tune as her hips bounced to the beat. When Amy's bare feet squelched back across the warm white sand, she had a pair of handcuffs and a padlock hanging from her bikini.
"Love the prison guard attire," Ben smiled, playfully slapped her butt before jumping back into the hole to continue to dig.
"Hey, my bottom might remember that when you're buried," Amy replied indignantly, "For a helpless head, my bottom could be your worst enemy!" Amy flicked off her wide brimmed hat and shook out her hair.
Ben was now standing in the hole with the beach at neck level as Amy sat down on the edge. The sand gave way under her weight, partly burying her victim. She glanced up and down the empty beach before reaching in and handcuffing Ben's hands to his chastity cage. She then tried to clamber back out, but again the hole collapsed in, bringing more of the sand crashing down on the fast disappearing man.
"Very elegant," Ben teased, touching his cage with his hands.
"Really?" Amy retorted, looking down over the top of her sunglasses, "just think about your predicament, darling."
Amy's long legs towered above him as she kicked the sand back into the hole, occasionally knocking her feet against his head. With the hole now completely filled, and with only Ben's head poking out from the sand, Amy stamped her bare feet back and forth, compressing the sand even more tightly around him.
"Okay, I'm buried," Ben panted, a little concerned that every step of Amy's bare feet compressed him even more tightly.
Still Amy's bikini body continued to pace, compacting him closely into the damp sand, as her long tanned legs towered even higher above him. She then resorted to two footed jumps, her sandy feet landing less than an inch from Ben's head. Amy tapped the key that dangled from her bikini as she jumped, her breasts and bottom bouncing, threatening to escape her bikini.
Amy finally stopped to catch her breath and then knelt down above what was now only a head. She slowly sat back on her haunches until Ben's face pushed against her crotch, his loving eyes straining to see past her hot pink bikini.
"The sand feels like concrete," Ben heaved, his chest tight from the pressure.
"Mmm... and its closing it in even more under my weight." She bounced her bikini butt on the sand to demonstrate.
Amy toyed with the key that hung from her bikini, "I love how there is nothing on this island that could cut you out of that chastity cage... if I threw this key into the sea, your chastity would be physically permanent until we leave."
"Don't you want to make love?" croaked the desperate voice from between her thighs.
