Ben and Amy met at the bar after work and watched each other intently as they sipped their drinks in silence. The excitement of chastity had been reignited with Amy's new game.
It was a simple game where everything hung on the colour of Amy's underwear. White panties meant she would unlock Ben and make love. Blue panties signified another week in the cage. Red panties were Amy's way of sentencing him to a further month in the chastity cage.
"Tell me!" Ben whispered, reaching across the bar table to kiss her lips. He ran his hands over Amy's black skirt that tightly hugged her body from her waist to her knees, cloaking everything in between in secrecy.
"You'll see soon enough," Amy whispered with dilated eyes and hot breathe, "You can undress me as soon as we get home."
"I so want to make love," he moaned.
Amy ignored his lust filled words as she caressed her lap. That was for her lingerie to decide.
She looked up and smiled coyly, "What's your fate if I'm wearing no panties?"
"Oh, Amy," Ben moaned, sliding his hand inside his jeans to comfort his throbbing stub, "That's got to mean we make out!"
Amy looked down at her lap. "Maybe it means that only your tongue can pleasure me for the next six months." Amy pressed her hands against her thighs, "Wow, no panties and you're fucked for the rest of the year!"
Ben's cock crushed aching against its cage.
Amy's eyes were doing little to hide her excitement, "Wow, if I throw away my panties, I may as well throw away the key!"
"Amy, just listening to you talk is gonna make me cum!"
Amy was now clasping her hands together in excitement, "Maybe in six months' time..."
Amy stood up, rolled her hips, and gave Ben her best model pose as she walked to the bathroom. She locked herself in a cubicle, lifted her skirt and traced her fingers around her blue satin lingerie.
She had decided to keep Ben locked, and blue panties combined with his maximum-security Prince Albert cage meant that Ben would not see his cock for at least week. Amy smiled. She loved the electricity that built between them when Ben was locked. Plus, if the first thing her panties did was incarcerate him for a week, the poor guy would be fixated with her panty drawer forever more.
However, the thought of Ben finding her naked was intense. She could picture his lust stuck face, his throbbing cock desperate to make love to the woman who tormented it with such cruelty. Oh, this was tempting, and it would be so easy to slip out of her panties, roll them up and hide them in her handbag.
She smiled again as she pictured his beautifully bewildered eyes. 'No panties' he would repeat. 'Sorry darling, a blonde moment' she would reply. He would worship her all night and fall asleep between her legs. He had done that before when his own release was impossible.
She reached under her skirt and plucked her fingers inside her lingerie. She had sprayed them with perfume which now filled the small cubicle. She opened the door and looked at herself in the mirror. A seemingly innocent woman who was now a ticking timebomb, primed to sentence her lover to what would feel like indefinite chastity.
Amy touched up her make up with her quivering hand. She pushed up her breasts, swept back her long dark hair and again treated Ben to her best arrogant model walk as she returned to the table. Even the bar stool felt different as she sunk into its soft leather. She always felt freer without underwear, but now her legs were covered in goosebumps at the thrill of what she had just done to Ben.
Ben pressed his lips against her ear, "Tell me," he whispered.
Amy uncrossed her legs and her parted her thighs the few inches that her skirt would allow. Ben's hand caressed her knee and then pushed further up her warm inner thighs until his fingertips only just shy of her shaved vagina.
"I'll love whatever you have planned, I just need to know!"
"This is really playing with your mind, isn't it."
Ben retrieved his hand in time as Amy crossed her legs. "I want to fuck you," he whispered.
Amy glowed. She loved him in this fighting mood, sparks of dominance that made her tingle. He had that adoring look that instantly quelled her insecurities. The look of complete trust.
Six months of chastity would drive him to obsession, and she so wanted to experience that passion, but maybe not today. The fabric that had pressed against her body all day had consumed his every waking moment and he deserved to see her secret.
Amy was still pantyless as Ben drove them home. She always loved the throb of the engine and the way it vibrated through her body and being naked made it even stronger. The drive was making her tingle; she could get used to this. Opps, maybe she shouldn't have made Ben pay such a high price for her being naked.
*
"I need to use the bathroom," Amy cried as they arrived home.
She quickly stepped into her undies, snuggled them back into place and smoothed down her skirt to hide the evidence. She pulled off her top and ran to the bedroom where Ben was already naked.
"Fuck me now!" Amy moaned, jumping down on to the bed.
"Oh yeah," Ben cried, thrusting his silver stub against her.
Amy was increasingly desperate, trying to wriggle free from her skirt while Ben lay on top. Ben pushed his hand inside and squeezed her butt, his body alive until he looked down to see the high cut blue satin sitting between her legs.
"Amy!" he moaned, staring into her damp dilated eyes.
"Nothing either of us can do about it, darling... my panties have spoken."
Ben's dreamy eyes had the look of a man about to orgasm while his hands nursed his throbbing one-inch penis, "So nice and so fucking cruel!" he moaned.
Long term chastity forced Ben live vicariously through Amy. The cage felt wonderful as always, but now only Amy could climax and therefore all his attention was focused on her orgasm. He slid down the bed, his head between her thighs to tune in with her body. Wrapped in her thighs, and with his tongue lapping against her clit, he was now part of her. Every sound, sight, smell and touch was her and as she bucked and thrusted and orgasmed in his face he could share her endorphins.
They lay together with Ben discretely playing with his cage in the pointless hope that it might open.
"Sorry, about the panties," Amy murmured, "they just kinda jumped on my hips."
"Is there nothing I can do to reverse their spell?"
"Sorry... the key kinda jumped into Louisa's pocket for a week."
"Louisa?"
"It could be worse... you could have found me naked."
Amy snuggled up innocently into Ben's warm body. She wasn't about to admit that she had spent much of the evening that way.
*
Despite being Ben's ex-girlfriend, Louisa and Amy had become close. Louisa was fascinated by Amy and Ben's chastity relationship, and she loved spending time with Amy and sharing ideas on how to torment her ex. She especially loved being asked to look after his key.
It was now a week since Amy had worn blue undies, which meant that the Ben was now eligible for parole. Louisa arrived at their house wearing a short blue sparkly cocktail dress and blue high heels with her perfect long wavey blonde hair. Ben's cock twitched as he led her inside and handed her a glass of Champagne. He studied her every movement as she flirted with him and then sat down on the large cream couch.
"You look pleased to see me, Benny."
"My cage somehow seems smaller when you have the key," Ben replied.
"Thank you!" Louisa beamed. To her it was the ultimate compliment.
Amy kissed her friend on the lips, her eyes glancing down at the blonde's blatantly sexual dress, "My key?" she mouthed.
Louisa looked back with a subtle shake of her head and a gentle bounce of her curls.
"First Ben must guess the colour of 'my' lingerie," Louisa's giggled, "Get it wrong Benny and there is no key."
Amy smiled, her eyes returning to the ex-girlfriend's fit body. Louisa smiled back, her eyes in turn exploring the plunging neckline of Amy's short pink dress which did little to hide her breasts or lingerie beneath.
Ben sunk the remains of his drink as his cock crumpled into the end of his cruelly short cage. "Red, you always wear red Lou," he called.
"Wrong," Louisa smiled sweetly with her salesy white grin.
"Show me," Ben breathed as he poured another glass.
Louisa shook her head and leaned over to reach her bag. Ben watched as she revealed more of her thighs, but not enough to see beneath her dress. But when Louisa turned back, she was holding a female chastity belt.
"Help me put this on Amy and I'll unlock you," Louisa breathed, "and I'll show you what's beneath my dress."
Amy was as calm as ever as she threw Ben a look, her dark smouldering eyes conveying her command. Ben understood and pulled Louisa to her feet before sweeping her legs out from beneath her and lowering her gently on to the thick white rug. He then sat astride her waist and pinned her wrists to the floor.
"Ben?" Louisa cried.
She loved the feeling of being held down, but Amy was now holding the belt.
"Ben, you must obey me, I have your key!" Louisa cried, "Oh no, no, no!" she stuttered as Amy sat astride her legs and threaded the heavy steel belt around her waist.
Ben slid forward to control her bucking body until his cage was only inches from Louisa's face. She lifted her head and pressed her mouth into his crotch. Ben knew what she wanted and released one of her wrists as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his small cage. He then eased further forward until his one-inch stub was in Louisa's mouth.
Louisa sucked on the steel as she felt her chastity belt tighten and lock around her own waist. When she felt it pull tight between her legs, she tried to break free. Ben's body easily held her down and soon her panic turned to arousal as he squeezed his muscular thighs against her head.
