Amy awoke the next morning as horny as hell. Still in Ben's sleeping embrace, she turned around to face him. She excitedly traced her fingers over his muscular chest and let out a sigh as she felt his metal, one inch long, PA locking chastity cage against her thigh. She had chosen the restraint and locked it herself, and so knew better than anyone how cruelly restrictive and inescapable it was.
But now her libido was aroused, and she scooted her lithe, naked body up the bed only to feel the solid steel head mask that enclosed Ben's head. She untangled waves of long brunette hair from her face as she remembered how they had laughed as she had locked him inside as an act of 'kindness', to save him from obsessing about his key that hung between her breasts. Opps, she must have fallen asleep soon after without undoing the padlock. The steel certainly looked gorgeous, duskily reflecting the half-light of the early morning, glinting off the large padlock that looked wonderfully secure.
With Ben just rousing, she sat astride the metal ball mask, gripped the wrought iron headrest, and pressed her naked, shaved vagina against the cool steel. Ben's early morning throaty tones vibrated inside the ball as Amy dripped lubricant on to herself. Then, focusing on Ben's single small airhole, she thrust her crotch against the mask while dreaming of the man locked inside.
Ben's strong hands felt wonderful as they reached up to her breasts, but after several minutes of cries and tossing of dark hair all she had achieved was to fill Ben's parched mouth with the taste of lubricant. She sat on the ball and gently stroked her clit and sighed again. This is what Amy had termed the 'keyholder's dilemma', the thrill of locking Ben away conflicting with her longing for sex.
Amy climbed to her feet and paced barefoot to the kitchen to sip water from a wine glass. As she returned, she passed the spare room where her friend Louisa's aroused moans echoed from behind the locked door. Louisa's breathless cries increased as Amy's legs slinked closer.
"Amy?" the gravelly voice whispered.
Amy removed the key and stood closer to the keyhole. She could feel Louisa's hot breath as it funnelled through the thick door and brushed against her damp vagina. It felt strangely intimate as Amy and her dreamy eyes stepped closer to soak in the power high.
She stopped and listened to Louisa's cries that spoke to the aroused frustration of a woman who had spent several days locked inside a tight chastity belt. She was literally stewing in her own juices, her stimulated vagina barred by a thick plate of steel.
"Amy, can we play?" the rasping voice begged.
"Kiss me first," Amy whispered back, her vagina now pressed against the empty keyhole.
Louisa was close enough to smell her jailor's scent and tried to push her tongue through the keyhole, her moist breath steaming up the levers inside the old lock. Louisa waited on her knees as Amy thrust against the door, but the thick timber kept the women apart. Louisa then cooed in delight as Amy's fingers pushed the key back into the lock and turned.
The door swung open revealing the small, sparsely furnished room with a small, barred window. The women hugged before Amy quickly closed and relocked the door.
"I wasn't going to free you yet," Amy whispered.
"Are you now taking orders from your panties?" Louisa giggled.
"Yes, and they're very strict."
"Well, I still in captivity..."
"Mmm and I'm in captivity with you..."
"Yeah! Let's throw away the key," Louisa cried.
"On the bed," Amy growled.
Amy could see the excitement in her friend's blue eyes, an eagerness to play with her naked friend who was now also her keyholder. But Amy was too arousal for foreplay and quickly knelt to straddle Louisa's face. Before Louisa could move, Amy spread her knees wider to bring her vagina in contact with Louisa's lips.
Louisa's touch was gorgeous, breathy lips and a tentatively teasing tongue that seemed unsure as whether she should be licking a girl in the first place. Louisa turned her head to the side to place a gentle kiss on Amy's inner thigh, but Amy was now dangerously close and bounced on her friend's head to entice her friend back inside. Louisa was equally aroused, thrusting her hips in time as Amy climaxed.
"Thank you, sweetie," Amy was still breathless as she slid her damp crotch backwards to put her friend inside an intimate schoolgirl pin. She wanted to keep skin to skin contact and she loved how Louisa's eyes beamed up from between her thighs.
"Ski toned butt and thighs," Amy whispered proudly, "... wanna try to escape?"
"Only from my belt," Louisa mouthed.
"Sorry sweetie, your tongue wouldn't push as deep if I unlocked you... and your gorgeous blue eyes wouldn't have that cute look of desperation..."
Louisa couldn't argue as her gasping lips were already lapping her mistress and as the time ticked by in the early morning light, it was clear that neither wanted Louisa's belt to be unlocked.
The women kissed one more time before Amy returned to Ben's bed, relocking Louisa's door behind her.
*
Amy was convinced that long periods of chastity were essential to keep Ben under her spell. Their relationship became more intense as the weeks passed and his infatuation with her grew to an almost cruel degree. However, she also felt the pressure to up her game and invent more ways to tease and keep his interest. She now had a full month to fill, the mandatory lock up period dictated by her bratty red panties, a time that could feel like a sentence for her as much as for him.
*
Amy waltzed into Ben's study in blue jeans and black leather jacket with his key in one hand and a small metal cash box in the other. Then without any explanation, she placed the box on his desk, wrapped his chastity key inside her used panties, placed them inside the box and locked it.
"If you can unlock yourself, we'll make out tonight," she purred with a kiss.
"No, no," Ben stuttered.
Amy felt her body heat as she watched his reaction. In the absence of Ben's cock, his desperate and doting eyes played havoc between her legs.
"Please, no, Amy."
Ben picked up the box, tried to force it apart with his bare hands before casually placing in on the table. "I'm too busy," he breathed.
"It's your if you want it," she called, the front door clunking shut behind her.
Ben ran to the front door of the apartment just as the deadlock click shut. He dropped to a crouch just as Amy pulled her key from the keyhole. Hers was the only key making Ben a prisoner in their tenth-floor apartment.
"Amy, Amy," he cried. How could he concentrate on his work now he had been ensnared in Amy's trap.
He returned to his desk where he tried to work, before closing his laptop and sliding it across the table. He placed the locked cash box in front of him, unbuttoned his jeans and massaged his cage. With his cock throbbing and his arousal building, he grabbed the box again. He gripped it, trying to force it open with pure strength and then bashed it back down on the desk.
