Lisa had now held the chastity key for three whole weeks. For Ben, it had been three weeks of going to sleep locked and waking up locked. Lazy mornings in bed with Amy were now different. No matter how much he pleased her, not even Amy could unlock him.
Ben had made regular trips to the café where Lisa waitressed. She wore the ubiquitous uniform of grey t-shirt, blue jeans and black apron, but now she also wore a smile. Lisa had just poured two cups of coffee as she turned around to see Ben waiting patiently at the counter. He had actually been watching her for almost a minute, his cock swelling in anticipation, his eyes exploring her outfit and his imagination diving deep beneath her clothes to imagine where the key might be.
"You really like coffee," Lisa smiled.
"Yeah... black thanks."
"Anything else?"
"Just want to see how my key is doing."
"It's exactly where it was yesterday," Lisa smiled, handing him the freshly made coffee, "and where it will be tomorrow."
"It doesn't get out much."
"Nope!"
Lisa loved the vulnerable look in Ben's eyes as she talked about her key. She felt powerful and important, as if she could do anything. One flick of her finger and Ben obediently stepped closer. He towered above her, his slightly unbuttoned blue shirt and the scent of his body bringing back wonderful memories. She wanted more and again flicked a single finger to order him to follow her to the kitchen where the cafe baked its own bread.
She pulled open the door of the old commercial oven and pointed inside.
"Oh fuck," she mouthed as Ben surprised her by climbing inside, his amazing body crunched up inside the small claustrophobic space.
Lisa had fantasised about putting her abusive ex-partner in the oven, shutting him in and telling him how she felt before roasting him to death. Instead, she now had a wonderful man inside her oven, but that didn't stop her from closing the heavy door and twisting the handle to lock him in.
"You do trust me Ben," she called.
"I trust you with my cock," Ben called, his voice barely audible.
Lisa's fingers curled around the large steel knob, feeling its smooth cold surface as she tightened her grip. She was so aroused that an unlocked Ben would just slide inside her.
"You know I fantasised about locking someone else in here," Lisa sighed.
"I can understand that..."
Ben's penis was pushing through its close centred bars, pulsing and straining, his breathing erratic inside the oven. Lisa was bobbing on her haunches, her body seemed bigger as she opened up about her relationship. Her smile had gone, replaced by pain and frustration in her lonely eyes that gazed in through the small glass window.
"What would you have done to him?" Ben asked when she finally fell silent.
"Roasted him!"
Lisa realised that she was bouncing on her haunches and grinning.
"Go on then," Ben called.
Lisa gripped the silver knob tighter and turned. Suddenly, there was a whirring sounds as the oven's large heating element lit up. To start with, Ben just smiled, but then he looked anxiously up at her and finally he rammed his shoulder into the solid door.
Lisa was on a high, but with the temperature now raising she turned the knob again until the heat stopped, "Wow!" she grinned, for once a genuine smile with wide lips and dimples, "Now up to five hundred degrees!" Lisa's playful grin was becoming addictive.
"Will you unlock my chastity cage before you bury me?" Ben called.
"No!" Lisa giggled, "don't want you having erections in the afterlife."
Ben was starting to perspire, blinking away moisture as he stared out.
"Oh, it is hot and lonely in there?" Lisa teased.
"I was going to ask the same about the key."
Lisa paused.
"Want to make out with Amy and me tonight?" Ben asked.
The heat was building in Lisa's tightly belted jeans and rising through her breasts. Yes, she was lonely, and yes, she wanted to see Ben and Amy's and enjoy their touch. In her mind she was already lying naked in Ben and Amy's bed, held tightly in their arms and unable to move as they kissed.
"Lis? Can you turn the handle?" Ben called, "A little stuck in here."
Lisa stood up and placed her shoe on the handle, her weight further tightening the door.
*
Amy glanced excitedly at her phone, her brown eyes flicking as they devoured the text, then blinking slowly and seductively as she looked across to Ben.
"Lisa wants a threesome!" she exclaimed.
Having Lisa hold Ben's key had been fun, but over the last week, Amy had started to share Ben's feelings for the locked chastity cage. It felt so different when she didn't hold the key. It was maddening to be trapped in something so inescapable that it controlled Ben's life and now hers.
Ben looked up and smiled, his ever-hopeful cock twitching like a dog waiting patiently in its cage
"She is your keyholder. We can't refuse," Amy insisted, her big brown eyes wide and excited. She could feel her body stirring at the thought. Making out with Lisa had been fun and combining that with Ben's gorgeous body would be amazing.
"Will she unlock me?" he asked.
"Let's find out!"
*
Lisa arrived at their apartment looking nothing like a 'threesome' girl. Her body looked leaner and more tanned from her recent holiday, and her shoulder length brown hair was silky and newly styled, but she trembled nervously as she tugged on the hem of her short black and white patterned dress. The more she pulled, the more the dress's plunging neckline exposure her breasts.
"Sorry Amy, I can't believe I suggested this," Lisa stammered.
Lisa sighed out loud, debating whether she and her forty-year-old body should return to her lonely flat. She so wanted to share an intimate moment with Amy and Ben, but she couldn't stop fidgeting, touching her face and playing with stray strands of brown hair.
Amy gave her friend a reassuring hug. This wasn't Amy's first time and the fact that Amy was wearing only a knitted grey top through which you could see her bare breasts, and which only just covered her butt, was drawing stares.
Lisa cried out in surprise as Ben popped the Champagne. She hurriedly took the drink, her red lips devouring the liquid in one sip. With Lisa's glass refilled for a second time, Ben squeezed both Amy and Lisa's hands and led them to the bedroom and closed the bedroom door behind them.
"Is it me or is it hot in here," Ben smiled, opening the window to let in the evening breeze.
Lisa blushed. Oh god, had she really locked Ben in the oven.
He turned to kiss them both, "Two women and no cock..."
"What a bummer..." Amy replied, her body aglow.
Lisa was struggling to contain her excitement at being inside Ben and Amy's bedroom. She watched transfixed as Ben unbuttoned his shirt and stripped off his black boxer shorts, leaving only the tiny silver chastity cage hanging between his muscled legs.
She moaned to herself on her outbreath, like a secret language understood only by her, as Ben unzipped her dress and let it swish down into a tiny pile of warm sheer material at her feet. He then knelt down in front of her and let her steady herself on his shoulder as he kissed her thigh.
"Oh god, should we be doing this?" Lisa cried.
Amy reassured her friend with a hug, "Just think of Ben as our manikin... our little sex toy."
"Okay," Lisa mouthed excitedly, dropping down to perch tentatively on the edge of the bed. A smile danced across her lips as Ben again knelt down to kiss her bare thigh.
"Oh fuck!" she cried, her lonely body lighting up with his slightest touch.
This time Ben's lips ran further up her inner thigh, forcing her willing legs wider as he pressed his lips against the front of her black lingerie. The gorgeous sensation was more than Lisa's aching body could take and she slammed her legs closed, guillotining Ben's neck between her thighs.
Amy stepped forward again, gently tapping Lisa's tensed thighs in an attempt to free Ben from her vice. Her trembling flesh opened, and Ben eased back and leaned against the bed.
"Shall we lock up his mischievous lips?" Amy offered.
Lisa nodded, whereupon Amy walked over and pulled a metal gag from her bedside table.
"This is the only cock around here," Amy teased, easing the thick phallic prong gag into Ben's mouth until the metal end plate covered his lips. She closed the metal device around the back of Ben's head and padlocked it shut.
"Thank you..." Lisa murmured, taking the key from Amy's hand and sliding it into her bra.
