Temmuz 13, 2024

The Keyholder Ch. 10

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Amy was trembling as she hurried to the train, her leather boots clipping loudly, and her white cotton trousers feeling warm and tacky as they stretched to contain her long striding legs. Ben had slipped the only key to his ankle shackles somewhere inside her trousers and she hoped like hell that the key was still in there. If not, Ben was fucked. She slipped into an empty seat and discretely felt between her legs.

She hated the late night trip back home. She had so wanted to stay with Ben, but in her mind, she had to play the distant and sadistic bitch or otherwise Ben would lose interest and return to his ex-girlfriend. That thought frightened her. There had to be another way though. Maybe she could lock him inside a safe in his apartment? That would be insanely cruel as well as hot, and maybe then she could stay the night in his bed.

She left the train and walked quickly to her flat. With her head down, she passed the fuckwit who used to shout obscenities at her and smiled as she remembered the day that Ben had ‘had a chat with him’. She hadn’t heard what Ben had said, but the fuckwit hadn’t said a word to her since.

Once inside her hallway, Amy unbuttoned her trousers and reached inside. ‘Yes’ she cried as she found the key, ‘Fuck Yeah,’ she moaned as her fingers continued to explore.


At the same time, Ben was shuffling painfully slowly to his shower. He was used to being locked inside a chastity belt, but the heavy rigid ankles shackles were completely new. Thick steel held his feet six inches apart, locked by a square padlock that fitted the shackles so exactly that bolt cutters would be useless. Where had Amy even found these, and more importantly, why had she locked him in them and left?

Ben woke the next morning and called Amy, his lips inadvertently smiling as he listened to her voicemail message. Maybe she was in the shower, he smiled again. Maybe she was playing hard to get. He shuffled slowly to the couch and collapsed. A girl playing hard to get was frustrating enough, but when she had the key his foot cuffs it was maddening.

There was a knock and Ben, who had now resorted to sliding on his butt, shuffled slowly to the door. He peered under the door to see elegant black heels before reaching up for the latch.

Amy strode in wearing a white silk blouse and the skimpy black silk shorts from Paris, with the elegantly teasing flower pattern that wound around her hips and down between her legs. Her hair was down, and she was wearing high black heels that made her long toned legs tower even higher above him.

“Thank god you’re here,” he smiled, sliding on the floor after her, “Thought I’d have to take a day off work.”

“You still will, I haven’t brought the key to your ankle cuffs.”

Ben was taken aback by her tone as he looked up at Amy who was now sitting on a kitchen stool with her legs crossed.

“Why do you only want me as your keyholder?” she whispered, “Why don’t you want me to stay here more often?”

Amy had been awake all night thinking about how she would say this and it was a relief to finally have it out in the open.

“I would love you to stay here all the time,” Ben replied, still sitting on the floor with his mouth open in shock, “I worship you.”

Amy didn’t know how to reply or where to look and was pleased when Ben broke eye contact and slid forward to gently kissed her leg. She uncrossed her legs, placed her hands around the back of his head and nuzzled him into her body.

Ben looked up from between her thighs, amazed at how this beautiful woman could be so insecure, “Amy, why else would I let you lock me up if I wasn’t obsessed with you? You have me in chastity and shackled in some medieval torture thing… you must realise how much trust and love that takes?”

Amy was lost for words and wished that she was wearing a skirt that she could just flick over him to hide those eyes.

“You’re the one who chooses to leave,” Ben continued, “and I’m too in awe of you, and too in love with your control, to suggest otherwise.”

Ben tried to stand up to kiss her, but Amy held him between her legs as she tried to steady her emotions.

“Quite tight,” Ben panted.

Amy smiled for the first time since she arrived and squeezed him some more.

“I’d love you to move in,” Ben croaked.

“But will that spoil our games?” Amy asked hesitantly, “Will we lose the thrill of leaving you cruelly helpless escort bursa and waiting for my return?

“You are cute when you’re cruel,” Ben smiled.

“Will we lose that if I live here?”

Ben pushed his nose against her thigh and slowly filled his lungs with Amy’s scent, “We’ll play others games,” he replied, “breathing her scented air back out, “There are other ways for you to tease and torment.”

“Are you just saying this so that I let you breathe again?” Amy smiled a little wider.

“No… I love death by asphyxiation,” Ben croaked.

Amy’s beautiful smile returned as she opened her legs, her warm soft thighs slowly peeling away from his reddened neck. Ben struggled to his shackled feet, took Amy’s hand and tried to lead her towards the couch, but within seconds her leg smooth long legs had left him behind.

“You can barely move!” she exclaimed.

“Yeah, your cuffs are quite effective,” he winced.

“I knew I should have brought the key!”

“But you do you have the keys to my chastity belt?” Ben asked hopefully as he shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around Amy’s waist.

She bit her lip and shook her head, “Sorry, I was doing cruel.”

“A keyholder with no keys?” Ben teased, gently stroking long dark hair out of her eyes and then playfully kissing her cute button nose, “Well maybe I will go and get them.”

Amy laughed and then clamped her hand to face, “Right, they’re hidden in my flat and anyway you don’t even know where I live!” she giggled, “… and you can barely move!”

Ben turned and shuffled towards the front door, only to trip and fall on to his front.

“Found them yet?” Amy giggled, as she pulled her handcuffs from the new brown leather handbag that Ben had bought her, and sat down astride his bare back.

She wrapped her slim fingers around his wrist and watched as his muscled arm willingly twisted and moved behind his back. It seemed to encapsulate their relationship, Ben’s gorgeous strength submitting to her slightly touch. His second arm was equally easy to bend and within seconds Ben’s wrists were locked together. Hours of work in the gym defeated so easily by a teasing girl with handcuffs.

“I will always control you,” Amy whispered, breathing slowly as she sat on his lower back, “Just try and escape me now…”

Ben could feel her lie down on his muscled back, her lips against his ear, her warm breath and wonderful perfume. The warmth of her body felt amazing, contrasting against the cool of the wooden floor.

“Feeling helpless yet?” she breathed, scooting forward and sitting gently on the back of Ben’s neck, her silky shorts sinking in between his powerful shoulders and his dark hair.

“This feels gorgeous, but…” Ben panted, her body frustratingly out of reach.

“Don’t worry,” Amy trembled, her hips already thrusting, “you have the rest of the day to worship me.”

Amy reached for her second pair of handcuffs and used them to put Ben into a full hog-cuff. She then slipped out of her shorts and lay down on the thick rug next to her prisoner, lying on her side with Ben’s head resting on her inner thigh.

“Did you know that the key to those handcuffs will cost you one hour of worship?”

“At least you have one key,” Ben teased.

Amy didn’t reply, but pulled his face closer into her crotch and carefully positioned his mouth.

“The black panties from last night,” Ben mumbled.

“Just getting them dirty for you… I know that’s what you wanted.”

She pulled the crotch of her black silk underwear to the side leaving Ben’s lips against her vagina. He gave her a teasing kiss and then stopped,

“How long to earn the key to my belt?” he mumbled, his lips brushing against her labia.

“That’s not for sale,” Amy moaned as she thrusted slowly against his lips.


Ben had kept his side of the deal, but still Amy chose not to unlock the handcuffs when she left his apartment an hour later. She was determined to maintain her aura of cruelly and her cruel restraints ensured that he hadn’t moved an inch when she returned almost two hours later.

Still in high heels and short silk shorts, Amy strode back in with a large suitcase full of clothes. She knew moving in was a risk that could cost her her mystique, but she had to try everything to win her man. At least if he liked cruel bitches, he should be crazy for her now with his eyes showing pain from bursa merkez escort the tight hog-cuff position that she had inflicted.

“Where shall I put my clothes?” she smiled innocently.

“Anywhere… plenty of space.”

Amy opened her suitcase on the couch so that her heels had to step over Ben’s vulnerable body every time she walked back and forth. When she got to her lingerie, she crouched down to show Ben, draping each item over his face. As the brunette adorned his face with yet another pair of silk underwear, Ben was grinding his hips into the floor in a pathetic attempt to get any sexual feeling to penetrate his chastity belt.

When Amy had finished unpacking, she sat crossed legged on the couch in front of him, with Ben now trembling and tears in his eyes.

“Are you worried I’m not being cruel enough?” she asked.

Ben just stared at her dark sensual eyes, his crushed cock aching like hell as was his entire body locked in a tight and inescapable hogtie.

Amy was trying her best to sit still, but the excitement and sexual energy inside her was almost too much to handle. She was now living with Ben, that was incredible, and judging by the look in his eyes it seemed that she had kept her cool mystique alive. Despite his obvious pain, he wasn’t begging to be released, all he seemed to want to do was to watch her with adoring eyes and kiss her feet, both of which were having an amazing effect on her body. She needed to get out of her clothes!

She stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and let it glide off her body. She unbelted her shorts which also whooshed down her legs into a silky pile by her ankles. She tucked two fingers inside her panties and glided them down her legs.

“They’re ready for you now,” she whispered.

“They?” Ben asked.

“They,” she smiled, pulling her underwear tightly around Ben’s head.

“I thought you meant ‘you’ were ready,” he moaned.

“I am too,” she giggled.

Amy knelt down above him and unlocked his handcuffs. Ben stretched out, moaning with relief, and rolled over on to his back to let Amy unlock his full chastity belt and then his Prince Albert cage.

They were so ready for each other, that the first time lasted only seconds. The second time was slower, with both of them still longing for the other’s body. An hour later and they were still lying on the rug together.

“Please can you let me out of these shackles Am,” Ben breathed, still peppering Amy with kisses.

“Mmm… I love how desperate you are for me to let you out,” Amy purred, reaching for the key that she had hidden under the couch cushion where she had been sitting, “that means you’ll be spending so much more time in them.”

Amy popped open the padlock and let Ben carry her into the bathroom. After a long shower together, Ben lay on his bed naked, playing with his cock. It had been months since he had been alone with his penis and it seemed surreal to be able to touch himself again.

When Amy finally walked out of the bathroom, her hair was in neat ponytail, her big eyes made up and her lips red with gloss. She turned to face the large wooden wardrobe and teasingly unhooked the white towel from around her waist. She could almost feel Ben’s eyes as she dressed in black lingerie and her short black cocktail dress.

With her curves wrapped up tightly in the shiny dress, she slipped into heel and spun around to see Ben’s muscular body propped up on the bed, his face full of masculine confidence and his cock hard. It all felt far too vanilla and she knew that could cost her the relationship, but maybe more than that, she loved her power to control.

“These are the rules…” she announced, “…first, I will keep you locked in chastity at all times.”

She placed the PA cock cage on the bed and watched as Ben struggled to force his erect cock inside. Only once his penis had been reduced to one inch long and was safely inside its steel cell, did Amy step forward, insert her key and turn. She stepped back, tucked the key inside her bra and studied Ben’s new expression.

Already he looked less arrogant, and his eyes were dilated and were reacting to her every move. She ran her hands down over her hips and on to her thighs and Ben reacted, breathing aloud with an unintended moan.

“At home, you will be handcuffed,” Amy breathed.

Ben swallowed and smiled with nervous excitement.

“And bursa yabancı escort I will padlock your cuffs to your cock cage,” Amy couldn’t help but smile at that.

Ben’s whole body was now trembling.

“And you will be completely naked…”

Ben sat up on the bed to study Amy’s slim body, dressed so elegantly and teasingly. She certainly knew how to keep him subservient.

“That ‘naked’ rule is for my benefit,” she smiled shyly.

Amy handcuffed Ben’s wrists together and then used the padlock to lock the cuffs to his chastity cage.

“It’s kind of cruel,” he smiled, “My hands are right by my cock, but there’s nothing to play with.”

“Typical guy,” she replied with a teasing wink, “What about the fact that it will take you longer to serve my every whim.”

“Yeah, that too,” he smiled as he watched Amy walk around his apartment putting his phone, laptop, TV remote and other things on a high shelf. She then took his keys, deadlocked the front door and put the keys high out of his reach.

Amy was buzzing from her power high and sat down at the kitchen bench as Ben slowly and carefully poured two glasses of wine. He sat down next to her and watched as she dealt out a pack of playing cards.

“I loved playing cards as kid,” she smiled, sipping her wine, “but haven’t played in ages.”

With his hands chained to his balls, Ben had to stand up to pick up his cards, sit down to sort them in his naked crotch and then stand up again to place his card on the table. It didn’t take long for Amy to start giggling.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” she laughed, jumping up and sitting on the bench in front of Ben.

“Really Amy, chaining a guy’s hands to his own balls?” Ben exclaimed, dropping his cards and rattling his shackles.

“Cruel, isn’t it…”

The silky dress stretched tight over Amy’s curves and she hitched it up a little further to reveal her silky smooth thighs.

“I don’t think this is as easy as I thought…” she smiled seductively, “I want to make love again.”

“Oh yeah, please,” Ben gasped.

“But I not much of a keyholder if I keep unlocking and fucking you…”

“You can do whatever you want to me later Amy, but please let’s make love.”

Amy knew this would happen, too much time with Ben would make her fall even more in love. She would get sucked in, lose her aura of control and risk being hurt yet again. This was maddening, she wanted to make love as much as he did, but maybe it was safer to leave him in his chains.

Ben was now leaning forward kissing her thighs, pushing as far up her legs as her dress would allow. She felt frustrated by her own sexuality. Why did her body overreact this way whenever he touched her? She could control him with steel restraints or even just a look, it was her own body that she seemed to have no control over.

“After we’ve made love, you can lock me in the wooden trunk for the afternoon,” he offered, hoping to appeal to the teasing sadist inside her, “Only let me out when it’s time for me to cook your dinner.”

Amy gave him a wide-eyed smile. This was too perfect, he knew exactly what she needed to hear. It was time to release her lover from his chains and so deliberately and provocatively pulled the two keys out from between her breasts.


Ben was smiling as he hugged Amy’s slim frame against his body. They had made love over and over again and he was exhausted even though Amy would happily have gone again, her sex drive was endless. They were chatting and laughing like friends and lovers, but the pause in their conversation was a sign that both wanted to return to their magical keyholder relationship.

With a knowing look, Amy climbed to her feet and slipped back into her silky cocktail dress. As always, she then sat on his face as she threaded and locked the chastity cage; there was something that appealed her about locked up a cock that was trying to become aroused. She locked and doubled the handcuffs and again padlocked them to the cage.

“Want to make love again?” Ben teased as he climbed to his feet.

“Stop it!” Amy cried with a laugh.

She lifted the lid of the large wooden trunk, that doubled as a coffee table, and watched Ben climb very carefully inside. She lowered the lid and turned the large key. Nervously, as if someone was watching, Amy smoothed her dress and sat down on the lid.

She eased up her dress and used the slightest of touches to tease her legs. Fuck, she wanted to make love to him again. She pulled the key from the box’s keyhole and threw it across the room. Again, she looked around nervously as she pulled her vibrator from her handbag, tiptoed back into Ben’s bedroom and closed the door.

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