"This follows on from Ch. 17 "Keyholding as a form of therapy"
There was an intense but unspoken atmosphere in the bedroom the next morning. A lazy Saturday with a warm breeze blowing in through the floor to ceiling white sheer curtains. Amy was naked, on all fours, kissing Ben before turning around to let her lips engulf his tiny chastity cage.
"Fuck, not having the key makes me want you more," she moaned, "I feel like a woman staring at her lover through prison bars."
"There must be some other way to get me out?" Ben breathed, thrusting his silver stub gently into her mouth. There was a wonderful tingling sensation, like an inescapable hug around his cock, but that's where the pleasure ended. In such a tiny cell, his cock could never expand enough to cum.
The only key now belonged to Lisa. Amy had gifted the key to her friend the night before during a sensual evening designed to return Lisa's sexuality and self-belief. Lisa had loved their attention and had been thrilled by the erotic power and trust.
However, this time it was more than just a keyholding relationship, where a woman holds the key to deny her partner. This key was a gift from Amy to her friend, and like all treasured gifts, there was no obligation for her to ever return it. The key may have been the only way to ever release Ben from his horribly secure chastity cage, but Amy had repurposed the key as a gift, a piece of jewellery, a silver pendant for Lisa to enjoy.
This wasn't a purely altruistic move by Amy. Lisa's ownership of the key, and the uncertainty that went with it, was having the desired effect in the bedroom, with Amy and Ben aroused and driven to new levels of sexual desire by their predicament.
For Amy, she may never be able to make love to Ben again. Sexually, she could be satisfied by oral sex, and she had fantasised about chaining Ben for eternity between her legs, but penetrative sex would be impossible. It would bind Ben to their relationship. Even with his looks and charms, why would another woman want a man with a permanently steel encased cock?
For Ben, there was now the possibility that he may never be unlocked. He didn't know if it was true, but Amy's detailed explanations about the inescapability of the cage and the damage that any escape attempt would have on his cock were scarily convincing. If Lisa never returned the key, he may never make love again. He stopped briefly to recall how he had got himself entangled in this female web, before returning to Amy's naked body.
"Do you think she'll ever return it?" Amy trembled, rolling back on to the white sheets and spreading her legs.
Even without the key, Ben obeyed her body and he rolled up on to his strong arms and returned his lips to their spiritual home between Amy's legs.
"Imagine it just being another key on Lisa's ring," Amy breathed, "Maybe she can't even remember what it unlocks. It just follows her around, jingling every time she unlocks her front door and then drops back into the depths of her handbag. If only that key could escape her possession ... just for one turn."
Ben moaned, focusing his entire attention on her body. He loved the feeling inside his cage as his cock swelled and contorted within the tight confine of the cage's curves. His lips were occupied with Amy's vagina as he listened to her breathy voice.
"One day, Lisa might pass it to her daughter, maybe with a half-forgotten story about some sexy guy she once met. Told the right way, I'm sure the key would never leave her daughter possession," Amy panted, her cries more animated, her dark hair ruffled and flying.
*
Ben answered the door dressed only in an old pair of jeans and partly unbuttoned white shirt with upturned collar. A shock of excitement hit him as Lisa stood there in her blue jeans and black leather jacket.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, in his gravelly morning voice.
"Good morning!" she replied, soaking in his awestruck expression. She gazed excitedly, staring intently as if expecting something amazing to happen.
Ben felt he had to explain. "Sorry," he smiled, "I was just thinking about you."
"What about me?"
"Yesterday, the massage..."
Lisa just watched him, hoping he would continue.
"And the key?" he smiled hopefully.
Lisa still didn't reply. She just stood watching, almost examining him. She seemed so much more confident, flirtier and attractive than she had the day before.
"How was your night?" Ben asked as he tried to break her spell.
"Good... and yours?"
"I stayed in," he smiled, tapping the front of his jeans, "always hard between releases."
Lisa slinked down on to one of the soft leather stools and crossed her legs.
"I hope you're not going to keep me too long," Ben smiled, the inevitable swell building.
"Too long for what?"
"Too long in the cage."
"I thought Amy said the key was mine?" Lisa replied innocently.
Lisa waited, thinking through her option, before unzipping her tightly fitted leather jacket and pulling on her necklace until the key popped out from her inside her black woollen top. Ben's penis reacted, swelling as the key appeared and swelled further as Lisa let it fall back inside her top.
Ben realised he was trembling and staring at the key which he imagined to be somewhere between her breasts, "Sorry," he stuttered, "I thought you were going to give it..." his voice trailed off.
"It's the most wonderful thing I've ever owned," Lisa whispered, "It's the wedding ring I never had."
"Yes, and quite important to me," Ben swallowed.
Lisa rezipped her leather jacket, the sound of the zip surprisingly loud in the silent room. The jacket was once again tight, moulded around the breasts that Ben had touched and kissed the day before. He wanted to ask if he could massage her breasts again, but the determined glint in her big brown eyes told him the zip was staying shut.
"You know it's not a normal cage," Ben stuttered, "It really can't be removed without the key."
"I'm sorry Ben," Lisa whispered.
Fuck, what did Lisa mean by 'Sorry'? He tried to ignore the frightening consequences of Lisa having fallen in love with his key and focused instead on the wonderful crushing sensation inside the now seemingly permanently locked cage.
"Can I do anything for you?" he trembled.
Lisa had never had the power to control people. She had gone from being the youngest sibling to being with a dominant, abusive partner. She had a menial job with a sadistic bitch of a boss. Finally, she had power to influence someone and in Amy, a twisted friend, who wanted her to abuse that power.
"Maybe I should be asking you that," Lisa replied.
Ben wanted to ask why but didn't dare to hear her answer.
"You liked my touch yesterday?" he asked hopefully, stepping forward and gently uncrossing her legs, "Maybe, if you like...?" Ben begged, dropping to his knees and shuffling forward between her open legs.
"Wow, I can see why Amy keeps you like this," Lisa replied her voice breathy as she wriggled out of her jeans and sunk back down on to the edge of the stool.
Ben felt Lisa interlace her fingers behind his head and pull him closer. He smiled; he was starting to enjoy the thrill and challenge of this intransigent woman and felt the cage crush down on his cock as he edged further between her open legs. He pressed his face against her inner thigh as he reached around her to massage her hips.
"Mmm, that's lovely on my back," Lisa whispered.
"Maybe in return...?"
Lisa said nothing, but then her silence was rewarded with the touch of Ben's lips against her black satin underwear.
"Do you want to go inside," she trembled, "Visit where the key lay yesterday."
Ben drew back the flimsy barrier and kissed her shaved clit, "Search me, please," she whispered.
Lisa was now on her feet with one leg over Ben's shoulder as he explored her body. When she could take it no more, she staggered backward on to the stool, her hands bringing Ben with her as she climaxed quickly with Ben gripping her hips to hold her on the stool.
Ben scrambled back to his feet and watched as Lisa squeezed back into her jeans and belted them tightly in place. His cock was throbbing, but at least he now felt in control having brought the woman to such a high. He stepped forward and gently touched the zip of her jacket.
"Hey, Mister, hands to yourself," she snapped, a comeback that she had often used with customers in the restaurant.
"Sorry," Ben stammered.
Surely this was a tease, but still he found himself trembling. Society's conventions meant that if Lisa chose, her body was completely taboo. Touching her arm could be deemed sexual harassment and searching her body for his key could land him in jail.
"Lis, I really can't get out of this," he begged.
