The Keyholder Ch. 04

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Amy now holds the key to his Prince Albert piercing.
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Part 4 of the 27 part series

Updated 06/13/2023
Created 01/26/2016
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AndreaJordan
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What was she doing playing chastity games with a twenty something guy? She knew it was crazy, yet Amy was smiling to herself as she stepped off the bus and walked quickly to the address that Ben had given her, a two bedroom apartment in an upmarket development.

She hadn't seen Ben since they'd made love at the hotel a week ago, but she could still remember the feel of his body and his freshly unlocked cock. She hadn't belted him when they parted the next morning. This wasn't because Ben didn't want her as his keyholder, in fact he'd been disappointed when she hadn't locked him up, this was because they had agreed to take it to the next level. Ben was right now sitting in his apartment, unlocked, but with a brand new Price Albert piercing through his cock.

"Hello Ben," she smiled as he opened the door.

"Hi!" was all he could reply as she still hadn't told him her name.

"Nice chinos, but how's it feeling inside?"

Ben led her inside and poured two glasses of wine, but Amy was too distracted to drink. In addition to her penchant for chastity, she had a long time fascination with piercings. She had one in her lip, and now this stud had one in his cock.

"Strip and sit on the floor with your hands around that pillar."

Ben downed his wine and watched the woman carefully as he obeyed her command. She looked better than ever, with her long dark hair in a ponytail, make up to extenuate her big dark eyes and lashes and an expression that suggested she was just as aroused as he was. With her leather jacket now slung on the sofa, she was wearing a fitted low cut black top and blue jeans. He knew what jeans meant, but he was too excited to care.

"Nice boots," he observed as she used them to gently push and probe his already erect cock.

"Thank you."

With one boot holding him down, Amy pulled a pair of handcuffs from her back pocket and quickly and professionally locked his wrists together behind his back and around the pillar. She crouched down, her jeans stretching to contain her body and more closely examined Ben's cock and his new piercing. Her mere presence had aroused him even before she leant forward and slipped his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," he cried, "this will make chastity even harder."

He climaxed and Amy looked up at him with teasing eyes as she licked her lips. The feeling of her mouth made Ben forget where he was and he tried to stand up. Amy shook her head slowly and the cuffs held his wrists, bringing him back to the present.

"There's no going back," she whispered, "you're mine."

With his cock now resting, Amy forced the new, slightly tighter cock ring all the way over Ben's cock and balls. She then picked up the middle ring, which contained the Prince Albert hook.

"It's this little hook which makes this so secure," Amy explained as she slipped the ring up his cock and eased the hook through his piercing. She then took the small cock cage that consisted of thick bars and a solid steel end, with only one hole through which to pee.

"It's only about an inch long," Ben exclaimed.

Amy smiled, subconsciously licking her lips, "Mmm, this should keep your attention."

"Why did you choose that length?"

"Keyholder's prerogative."

Amy placed the tiny cage over Ben's cock and pushed until it interlocked with the cock ring.

"OK?" she asked, her face only inches from his beautiful bewildered eyes.

Ben nodded.

Amy took the integrated cylinder lock, with the key already inside and pushed it through the device. She turned the key a half turn and then slowly pulled it out.

"Oh fuck," she moaned unexpectantly.

"You okay?" Ben looked at her more closely, "Did you come?"

Amy looked back coyly and walked around in an attempt to disperse her pent up energy. She was breathing deeply and flicking her long hair from side to side.

"Well we could make out if that would help, but it doesn't look as though I have a cock anymore!"

Amy looked down at the small metal device between Ben's legs, "No you don't... but I have this nice shiny key."

"Yes, and you walking back and forth in those jeans isn't helping!"

Amy smiled, delighted with the compliment which only encouraged her to sway her hips.

"Any chance you can remove these cuffs so I see what's left of me?"

But Amy's mind was miles away as she kicked off her boots and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Oh no, please..."

Ben was now feeling the pressure as Amy continued to walk back and forth in front of him, this time in only black bra and panties. She stopped in front of him and positioned her butt against Ben's lips.

"Kiss me if you want."

Ben was breathing quickly. If he kissed her then his cock might explore, if he didn't he risked annoying the woman who owed him. She was still standing in front and obviously wanted him to kiss her butt. He rubbed his lips back and forth, tickling her before pushing them deeply into the bottom of her butt. He breathed in her scent and then pulled back. This time he pushed his lips in them as far as they would go between her cheeks and held them there.

Having her butt kissed had done little to ease Amy's sexual tension and she was still buzzing as she crouched down to inspect the chastity cage. He'd survived her teasing, but she still needed to make sure that he understood what she'd done to him.

"Now Ben, as well as trapping your balls, this cage is also locked to your penis. Try and pull out of this and you'll lose the tip of your cock. Understood? The only way to physically get out of this without the key is to try and drill out the lock which I don't advise. So if there's an emergency, please call me."

Ben smiled, "Does being in need of sex count as an emergency?"

Even though she was desperate to fuck him again, Amy knew she had to give him her best school mistress frown and a gentle kick in the balls. With that done, she walked over to her jeans to find the key to the handcuffs.

Ben watched her, transfixed. "Are you sure you don't want to take advantage of me in this position?" he asked as he leaned forward to place a kiss on the front of Amy's damp underwear.

"You really are too good to be true."

In desperate need of release, Amy tucked the cuff keys into her bra and stepped forward so that she was in easy reach. Ben buried his face into her, moving with a slow circular rhythm. She cried out as he penetrated her with his tongue and she eagerly stepped forward until her hips were pinning his head back against the concrete column.

By the time Amy pulled away, Ben's tongue and jaw were aching and his one inch cock was in agony. The zoned out brunette collapsed on to the nearby white rug, let down her hair and shook it free. Amy now looked like a vulnerable sex kitten ready to be fucked, although thanks to her expertly placed restraints, Ben was in no position to take advantage.

"Come here," she breathed instinctively.

"Give me the keys to the cuffs!"

Amy seductively pulled them from her left breast and threw them across. Ben struggled with the cuffs for five minutes during which time Amy lay on her back, her legs apart, moaning gently. Finally, Ben opened one of the cuffs and climbed to his feet and inspected himself. His balls hung down as before and looked large in comparison to his cock which had been replaced with a small silver stub.

"My cock? It's tiny!" he cried as he pulled at the locked cage, "How does it make it so small!"

He pulled at the device, but all three parts were now rigidly connected into a single block of metal. He felt the cylinder lock that was built into the body of the cage.

"Fucking hell this is scary!" Ben breathed as he walked over to where Amy lay and sat astride her waist, "You do have the key for this thing?"

Amy was too turned on to answer, her lithe body more interested in writhing around to see if she could escape from under him. Ben leaned forward and pinned her hands to the floor and held her there.

Amy was breathing hard. "What are you going to do to me?"

"It depends. Are you going to unlock me?"

Amy smiled and shook her head. She then grabbed Ben's butt and pull him down further so that she could stimulate herself on the cock cage, the shiny steel end pushing into the damp front of her black silk underwear.

"Mmm, it's like a tiny vibrator."

"It's my cock!" Ben cried out in frustration.

"Was your cock, until you let this crazy girl take it away."

Amy's writhing body and horny eyes were just too much for his restrained cock to take and Ben had no choice but to roll off her straining body. He looked back to see Amy taking dental floss from her handbag and tying a short length to the key that locked his chastity cage.

She then slipped both hands and the key inside the front of her panties and started to massage herself. Ben watched in agony as the brunette continued to masturbate on his lounge floor, but just as her cries were starting to build, she withdrew her hands and let the elastic around the hem of her underwear snap back into place.

"Where's the key?" Ben asked as if having witnessed a magic trick, "In your vagina?"

Amy looked bashfully back at him and bit down on her pierced lip, crossed her legs and put a hand to her mouth. She then nodded and smiled back.

Ben had never wanted to be locked up so much, while at the same time had never been more desperate to be released. He kissed Amy on the cheek and walked away to clear his mind. By the time he returned, Amy had redressed in her jeans and top and her hair was back up.

"You just turned down a horny woman," Amy smiled sweetly.

"With this fucking thing, beautiful naked women are too bloody painful."

Amy smiled at yet another wonderful compliment from this uber sexy guy.

"Fuck, I don't think I qualify as male like this."

"You'll be a male again when I unlock you," she replied seductively as she kissed him on the lips.

"And when will that be?"

Amy didn't answer, but instead sat down on one of the bar stool to drink her wine. Ben saw little reason in remaining naked and so also redressed. He refilled their glasses and sat down opposite her as she played with the handcuffs.

"Do you like it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Yes I do, thank you." Ben leaned across to kiss her cheek.

"Shall we check that it's working," Amy smiled from behind her wine glass,

"Working?"

"Yes, let's see if you still obey me... cuff your hands to my stool."

Amy knew from the look in Ben's eyes that the test wasn't necessary and it was really only for her own ego and arousal. She watched as Ben took the handcuffs and knelt on the floor in front of her. He locked one cuff around his left wrist, placed his hands either side of the support bar at the base of her stool and proceeded to lock his hands together.

"Now try and get up," Amy breathed as she turned towards Ben's kneeling body and opened her legs.

"I can't."

Amy crossed her legs and continued to drink her wine while Ben knelt silently beneath her. He tried again to stand up, but again his hands held him back. His attention turned to the woman's butt sitting squarely on his stool, holding it down and therefore holding him down.

The power that she had over him gave him a wonderful light headedness and a strange sense of sexual excitement. He bowed his head to the floor and waited while she continued to drink his wine. Seeing this new development, Amy stood up and placed her stool down so that the lower support bar was resting on the back of Ben's neck. She sat back down on the stool, pinning him to the floor.

She looked down, pleased at quite how stuck Ben had become. With his head pinned by her weight and his hands chained above his head there was no way for him to get free while she was sitting on the stool. Half an hour passed before Amy finally stood up, removed the stool and Ben could return to his kneeling position.

Ben's head was now between her thighs, his gaze transfixed on the denim pulled tight between Amy's legs. "Can you feel the key in there?"

Amy smiled and nodded.

"What does it felt like?"

"I can't really describe it to a guy... or at least someone without genitalia," she giggled.

Amy closed her legs, pinning his head between. She then took a piece of paper from her handbag and started to write.

"Here's my number, for emergencies only," Amy said, releasing Ben from her head scissors.

"When will I see you again?"

"When you take me out for dinner and then to a hotel for the night," she replied.

"When's that!"

Amy didn't answer, but leaned forward and kissed him with her lips and tongue. Ben tried to stand up, but couldn't.

"Stay there," Amy chastised.

Ben continued to kneel and wait patiently as Amy ordered an Uber. His cock was straining to extend and he desperately needed to get away from her body and her scent, although that was impossible while he was chained to her stool.

"You'll have to unlock the cuffs before you go," Ben said.

She looked at him in mock surprise, "My butt's been sitting on this stool and therefore you should worship it."

"But how can I go to work?" he asked nervously.

Her face creased into a smile which became even bigger as she saw the relief in his eyes. The poor guy had actually thought that she was going to leave him handcuff to a stool. It was funny, she though as she reached down and unlocked the cuffs.

Just then her car arrived and she stood and stowed the cuffs safely in her back pocket.

"Essential evening gear?" Ben asked with a smile.

"Not as essential as this," Amy replied, touching herself between her legs, "Only keys to a stud's chastity cage."

"I've got the cage, that's even better."

"I'm glad you think so, now put the belt back on as well."

Amy had already removed the plastic tube from inside the front of the full steel belt and was holding it out ready for him to wear. Ben looked confused, surely he couldn't wear the cage and the belt at the same time.

"Will they both fit?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Amy undid Ben's trousers and wrapped the belt around his slim firm waist. She then brought the end up between Ben's legs and clicked it back into place on the front of the belt. The belt fitted as tightly as ever, with zero access to his already locked up genitals.

Ben hadn't expected her to do this. He'd been looking forward to at playing with his balls, which would be impossible if she left him locked in the belt. Convincing a chastity obsessed woman not to lock him up would be impossible, but there may be another way. Ben saw that the key was still in the keyhole and so quickly started to pull up his trousers.

"Wait!"

Shit, she'd seen what he was doing and Ben could only stand helplessly by as she simply pulled out the key and pushed it into her back pocket. Ben remained motionless as she kissed him again on the lips and turned and left.

As soon as Amy had closed the door behind her, Ben's hands moved to where his cock had been. The highly secure full steel chastity belt was locked back around his waist. He touched the empty keyhole. This in itself was an extreme form of chastity, but underneath this and now completely inaccessible, was a high security cage which was locked to his Prince Albert. Being held so small and tightly was playing with his mind. He was totally focused on his keyholder with a strong desire to please her and serve her. Unfortunately, he had no idea when he'd see her again. He showered and drank a full glass of whisky in the hope that he might sleep.

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apophasisapophasisover 5 years ago

Prince Albert piercings take weeks to heal during which you cannot have any sexual activity and it takes months to size up the gauge on your piercing before it can be used to mount a chastity device.

kazrinkazrinover 7 years ago

Magnificent story! You capture all the eroticism of chastity play for both sides of the lock. I can't wait for chapter 5!

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