Ben had been shopping all afternoon. He often bought Amy presents, but today's presents were even more carefully chosen.
Amy hadn't unlocked his Prince Albert chastity cage in over a month, which he knew meant that he wasn't giving her enough attention. A lack of attention brought back her vulnerabilities, making her more defensive and protective of her body and her possessions. His cock was her most precious possessions and as a result, this beautiful woman had chosen not to use her key.
After years of being locked away, her cage had conditioned him. Yes, he wanted release, but most of all he wanted to please the girl with the key.
Tonight was about Amy and he had spent time cooking dinner while she had bathed and slipped into a short pink figure-hugging dress. Her smile had returned as they ate, with her dreamy lips beaming as he brought over the liqueurs and seven carefully wrapped presents.
"For me?" Amy glimmered as her nails sliced into the paper.
Ben smiled at the unnecessary question. Buying a present for another woman would leave him locked out of his cock for life.
"I love it!" Amy gushed, her fingers stroking the fabric of the designer bra and panties. Her painted nails touched the second parcel, "Is this mine too?"
Again, a superfluous question, but Ben just smiled, his cock twitching as he watched Amy open her presents until there were seven sets of lingerie from Simone Pérèle, Kiki de Montparnasse, La Perla, Agent Provocateur and others laid out on the table.
Amy's body tingled at the thought of them against her skin, "Wow, thank you," she mouthed as she swung around and sat on the table in front of Ben. She placed her high heels on his lap, her dress riding up her thighs as she opened her legs, "Is there something I can do for you?"
"Yes," Ben replied, "I want you to choose one."
It was a simple task, but Amy took her time as Ben's kisses crept further up her inner thigh.
"But don't tell me."
"I won't!" she smiled ominously.
"Now, every morning I'll pick one for you to wear and if I pick the one you choose, then that evening... you know... you might unlock me?"
"Maybe," Amy giggled.
"Then I can spend the day imagining the lingerie against your body, but I won't know if you're wearing the magic unlocking panties."
Amy threw her arms around him and kiss his lips, "Oh sweetie, just explaining the game is causing havoc in your cage!"
"Oh course, you can always let me out now before the game starts," Ben offered.
Amy blinked with puppy dog brown eyes, "Can I try them on first?"
Amy unzipped Ben's chinos and padlocked a chain to the end of his cage. She then used it as a leash to lead Ben to the large concrete column that supported the apartment block. Ben sat on the floor with his back against the column as Amy padlocked the chain around the unbreakable concrete.
"Amy, I feel so helpless like this," he moaned, nuzzling in to kiss her neck.
"Why? You can leave at any time," she mouthed, "Just without your cock..."
*
Ben had undressed and was sitting with his cock swelling and dripping in its cage as he waited for the fashion show. In the bedroom, Amy had already slipped into the red, high cut lace panties and bra, viewing herself from all angles as she waited for her trembling to settle. Even after so long together, Ben's touch could still so easily overwhelm her body.
"Oh wow!" Ben cried as she strutted model like into the lounge.
Amy smiled shyly. "Put these on," she trembled, tossing him a pair of handcuffs.
Ben never failed to obey her and within seconds his wrists were tightly locked together behind his back and around the concrete column. Only then did she step closer and point to a spot on her inner thigh for him to kiss.
"Please!" Ben cried, the steel cuffs pressing hard as he strained to reach her underwear.
To start with Amy allowed him only a brief kiss, a glimpse of her scent as she rubbed herself against him. Then her body awoke, and she pressed closer and finally pulled aside her new lingerie, thrusting against his waiting tongue as she orgasmed.
"Only six to go..." she hiccupped, her voice hoarse as she stripped off and hung her panties around Ben's neck.
*
These games always reignited their passions and Ben and Amy had spent much of the next morning in bed. Ben had chosen the white lace teddy for Amy to wear, which she did under jeans and jumper. That evening, with Ben's cage still firmly locked, he took Amy to their bedroom where they kissed before he slowly unbuttoned her jeans.
"This lingerie looks wonderful on you," Ben growled, "Is it the special one you chose?"
"No," Amy trembled, conscious of how pent up her man had become, "but you can worship it..."
"I'm so close, I just can't cum," Ben gasped, nuzzling even closer.
"Put your lips here," Amy cried.
Ben was shaking as he lay between her legs and tenderly touched the tip of his cage against Amy's vagina. He dripped on lubricant and ran the smooth steel up and down and then delicately pushed his tiny steel stub inside.
"Deeper!" Amy cried.
"That's all I have... that's all you gave me!"
"That won't satisfy any woman!" Amy's voice was desperate.
"Where are the magic panties?"
"Use your mouth," she cried.
