The Keyholder Ch. 13

Two years had passed, and Ben and Amy had taken chastity to a new level. Ben now wore a chastity device that Amy had designed herself and had had custom made at great expense.

A heavy cock ring encircled Ben's balls that was joined to a plate that ran behind his balls. On to this plate locked a solid steel top part that meshed with Ben's Prince Albert piercing. The result was a solid block of silvery steel that completely enclosed and encased Ben's genitals, with only a keyhole and small hole through which to pee.

The inescapable block of steel tugged as Ben walked and he had taken to using a black leather belt to stop the device from pulling, or possibly tearing, his balls from his body.

Amy's special design incorporated a maximum-security lock buried deep inside the device. The key had to turn 180 degrees and then push in further before it could engage the pins which, as Amy had explained several times, made it completely unpickable. Drilling was also not an option, as the drill would have to cut through steel and stop millimetres from Ben's helpless cock.

Ben knew the dangers of wearing such a secure device and the very real risk that losing the key could mean losing his cock, or at least a lifetime in chastity. Either way, he would never make love to a woman again. But while he loved sex with Amy, the look of Amy's teasing body in a short skirt and boots made even a lifetime of chastity seem like a wonderful idea.

Amy's design also included an electrical shock device that only took orders from the small remote control in Amy's pocket. The slightest push of her manicured finger against the button would incapacitate Ben, the trigger so sensitive that she would sometimes activate unintentionally. She knew from experience that bending down too far in her tight denim shorts could be bad for Ben's health.

Once, when decorating their new house, Amy had brought him crashing down from a ladder by simply reaching down to pick up a paint brush. They had both laughed at the sight of each other covered in white paint and Amy had kindly crouched down to wipe paint from Ben's eyes. Another mistake as her denim shorts again tightened around her hips.

The shorts were still covered in paint, but it didn't stop them from being one of Amy's favourite pairs. She would glide around the house on a Sunday morning with the shorts tightly buckled around her hips, the remote control in her back pocket and a look of pure mischievous in her big brown eyes.

It gave Amy a wonderful feeling of control, able to bring Ben to his knees at her every whim. With Ben on his knees, she would stand over him, lift her skirt and let him explore her body and kiss the only key to his chastity device. For Amy, the fact that the key was hidden inside her expensive silk lingerie, resting against her vagina, was just a happy coincidence.

"One day the key will fall out of there," Ben breathed, as he kissed her between her legs, "then its permanent for me."

"I know," she mouthed.

"I'll be celibate."

"And how do you feel about that?" Amy whispered; one thigh already wrapped around his neck.

"I could check every day to see if the key had returned."

Amy cried out as she orgasmed.

Ben's arousal was more than he could take while deadlocked inside the two-inch device, "Oh fuck," Ben whispered, well aware that it was only the tenth of the month."

Amy's birthday was the fifth of July and in honour of herself, she had chosen the fifth of every month as the day she unlocked Ben and the day they made love. The monthly release had brought a new magic to their relationship, and a new level of closeness as Amy helped Ben manage and focus his sexual desires.

Leading up to the day of release, Ben would focus more on more on Amy, transitioning from a partner, to a servant, to a lovesick slave. Sometimes though, not even kneeling on the floor and massaging her legs could divert his desire to make love.

"Do I have to chain you up?" Amy smiled with dancing eyes. Putting Ben in subspace, put her on a sexual high.

Ben grabbed his steel cock and smiled, "Not to the toilet!"

Amy giggled. Only days before, she had chained him to the toilet for the night. It had certainly kept him from being distracted by her body, as he had been unable to separate himself from the porcelain bowl, at least, that was until Amy came to pee in the night.

"Ok, somewhere away from your body... and those eyes," Ben breathed huskily.

Amy unbuttoned his chinos, ran her nails up the inside of his thighs and grabbed the steel between his legs.

"Locked..." she whispered erotically.

He stared into her dark, all controlling eyes. He may have been confined to a two-inch long cock, yet his love for Amy was making him wonderfully lightheaded. His dropped his head to kiss her breasts that were tantalisingly on display under her low-cut white top, and then dropped back to his knees as his cock burned inside his block of solid steel.

"Fucking thing won't open," he panted, pulling at the steel, trapped in a mental orgasm where his body just couldn't follow.

"I know... I have the key..."

"I can't take this today... just chain me up somewhere far away," he begged as Amy unhelpfully lifted her short tartan skirt and rubbed her thighs against his face.

She avoided his eyes as she padlocked the heavy chain to Ben's chastity device, looped the chain over her shoulder and led him outside and over to the large oak tree at the bottom of their private garden.

Suddenly Ben cried out and fell to his knees.

"Opps, nipples too hard," Amy smiled bashfully as she took the remote from her bra and then carefully replaced it even closer to her left nipple.

Ben followed cautiously as Amy's boots swayed towards the end of the garden and then knelt down as Amy looped the chain around the tree and locked it back on to itself.

"I'll leave you here while I..." Amy glanced away shyly.

"Masturbate?" Ben replied.

"Shush..."

"What about your nipples?"

"Umm, we'll see won't we..."

Amy blew him a kiss before she swung around and walked back towards the house, her hips rolling excessively. She sensed that Ben was trying to follow her and waited for the inevitable cry as the chain pulled tight.

"You're chained, darling," she called without looking back.

Ben pointlessly pulled at the chastity device as he watched Amy returned to the house and back through the French windows. She stood in plain view as she pulled down her panties and sent Ben's key tumbling on to the wooden floorboards. She was so pent up that the gentlest touch of her vibrator made her cry out. She dropped back on to the large white sofa with her legs apart and climaxed almost instantly.

Amy gazed out adoringly at her helpless chastised prisoner. It almost seemed unfair that she should have found someone like him. In his eyes, she would now be an untouchable Goddess, whose very presence would bring him untold joy.

Ben was trying pitifully to prize open his cock with a stick as she sauntered back with a self-conscious smile.

"That won't work," she smiled kindly, flipping her skirt over his head so he could run his mouth and nose around her panties and feel the outline of the key.

Ben breathed in deeply, sucking in her scent while madly shaking the solid steel that had swallowed his cock.

"Any feeling?" Amy asked.

Ben shook his head; he had never once managed to come in the device that Amy had designed. She bobbed down, stroked back his dark hair and pulled him closer to kiss.

"Probably best I leave you here while I'm in this skirt, "she whispered, "I'll be back once I've put on some old jeans."

*

An hour later and Amy, as promised, was dressed in jeans and jumper. She stood by the window cradling a cup of tea as she watched the rain fall. She had seen Ben try everything to get to shelter, but he had now given up and was huddled by the tree, soaked to the skin.

Amy pulled on some old boots and tramped outside under a large umbrella, "You ok?" she asked sympathetically.

"Jeans," he observed.

"Yes," she sighed, "you've seen enough and its long time to go until the fifth."

"This rain is helping," he croaked, "Focuses my mind on surviving."

"You do look sexy in the rain," she breathed, moving in closer.

They kissed for a few minutes as the sky drew even darker.

"I'd better unlock you," she smiled kindly.

Ben traced his hands over her breasts, down over her hips and up between her legs, "What do you have planned for the key today?"

She sighed, "Like you, the key's in full lock down."

"Oh. Panties?"

"Very tight, I'm afraid..."

Ben traced the hem of her underwear through the warm denim, "Not going to fall out then?"

Amy's long dark hair swished as she shook her head.

"Then leave me chained up."

"What? You really want me to leave you here?" she cried incredulously, "In this weather?"

"Yeah, for a while."

"It's late... I'll be in bed."

Ben wiped his wet face against her jeans and looked up, "Why do I find the thought of you in bed and me chained up in the rain so sexy?"

"It's not just you," Amy smiled, "Do you know what's going on in my jeans?"

"Oh fuck, tell me!"

"You can ask the key later," she whispered between kisses.

*

Ben always worked hard in the days leading up the fifth of the month, as it took his mind off his coming release. He showered and washed his chastity device and tried to remember what his genitals looked like. He should take a photo because for thirty days a month they were simply not there.

Their relationship also changed during the month. The closer they were to the fifth of the month, the more Ben worshipped and obsessed on Amy. Instead of meals out with friends, he would cook her dinner at home. Instead of watching football, he would sit on the floor and massage her feet.

Their relationship was always stronger and more exciting as they approached the day of release. Amy loved to be loved and could never get enough of his attention and his adoring touch. She would masturbate more often, sometimes discreetly out of Ben's sight, but sometimes using Ben's lips as stimulation.

Helping Ben manage his overwhelming emotions gave Amy a wonderful power high. Sometimes he was unable to sleep next to her, her scent and her touch keeping him on an expectant sexual high. Amy would always oblige by opening the large wooden truck at the end of their bed.

"You'll sleep well in here," she whispered, "You can't see or touch me."

She would lower the lid and sit on it, listening intently to his breathing, "Is that nice?" she called.

"Let me try to sleep in bed," he called, pushing up on the underside of the lid.

"Too late... I've already engaged the 'bottom' lock."

"What?"

Amy rolled her eyes, "I'm sitting on you," she called more loudly.

The box rattled again, but the lid remained closed.

Amy's black nightdress perched on the lid for another hour until she was sure that Ben was asleep, and only then did she lock the box with the padlock. It was now 10pm and only two hours away from the fifth.

*

Amy woke with a smile and flung the single sheet from her body. She jumped on to her hands and knees and prowled to the end of the bed. She tapped on the lid of the wooden trunk and the padlock started to rattle.

"I haven't unpadlocked you yet!" Amy called, tingling with excitement. She had a flashback to waiting to open her Christmas presents, one of the happier memories from her childhood.

Still on all fours, she climbed on to the box and placed her lips against the lid, "Are you ready darling?"

"Fuck yeah!" Ben cried repeatedly.

Amy was quivering uncontrollably and bit down on her lip and clenched her fists to try to regain control. She swung her legs down and sat on the lid, "Hey wait," she giggled in response to desperate banging beneath her, "I just need to find the key to unlock the box."

The key was in her hand, but still she sat there, legs apart and breathing deeply. She could feel his energy entering her through the lid, arousing her almost as if his cock was inside her.

"I just need to pee," she called.

"Amy, please!"

She touched herself, already on the edge of a beautiful orgasm, "Be patient or I'll flush the chastity key away... and you'll stay locked up in that device forever."

The box shuddered as Amy pushed her fingers inside herself, "I'll fill up box's padlock with glue and leave you to starve to death ..." She had barely finished her words before she orgasmed and howled out in pleasure, her bottom bouncing.

"Amy?" he called.

"Sorry darling... now I really do need to pee."

*

Amy returned and quickly unlocked the box. She pushed Ben back on to the bed and sat astride his chest as she inspected the lump of steel where once there had been male genitals.

"Let's see if this key still works," she giggled, "... think I almost melted it just now."

She pushed it deep into the hole, turned it and pushed it in further. Then she carefully turned it again to unlock the two halves.

*

They had made love incessantly, stopping only for lunch, and it was now almost six in the evening. Amy placed her bare bottom on Ben's face and gently reassembled the chastity device and carefully turned the complicated key in the lock. His genitals had once more turned to steel.

"One day, if I don't want to make love anymore, can I lock you up forever?" Amy's breathed.

"Sure," Ben whispered. "I'm not going to make love to anyone else."

"Thank you..." her husky voice was barely audible, "It would be so sexy to just 'lose' the key."

They were both panting, both on the edge of total arousal, but only one of them could go all the way. Ben's lips were already working into her vagina soaking him with her scent. She came unusually quietly as they both reflected on Amy's latest fantasy.

"I could just go for a run in loose panties," Amy whispered, "Or a bike ride with no pants at all... that's all it would take."

"You might have to keep me away from your body after that."

"I might have to lock you in the box every night," she trembled, "I'll lock you in with my favourite padlock."

"You have a favourite?"

With the pressure in the chastity device intense, Ben rolled the hopelessly arousal woman off his face and on to the bed beside him, "I'll cook dinner."

She beamed in delight as she pulled on her running top.

"Run?" he asked nervously.

"Don't worry. Tight panties," she giggled, "... this time."