Ben had been on a high for the next five hours and twenty nine minutes. He loved that she once again had him locked in chastity and even loved the fact that she'd locked him in the cramped locker. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her legs and her tight black underwear and in his mind he was kissing her again. He'd slept with many women, but someho...
Ben pushed his face against the locker's metal grille, desperate to get one last look at Amy as she strode away. She had such a sexy walk with her swinging hips hugged by tight white cotton trousers. He could see the slight bulge of the keys in the back pocket as her body pulled the fabric one way then the other. He watched her dark hair flow behind her, des...
Author's note: My idea is for the stories to mostly be 3rd person. However, this section basically has to be second person, so bear with me. *** The box you found was peculiar. Usually, a box didn't come with strange markings. It wasn't made out of exotic materials that seemed to defy normal physical behavior. Boxes were usually cardboard or wood. They held...
It was in the year 2012. After along six year war that started in China spread to the Middle East, then to Africa and then to Europe and ultimately to North America. Miraculously, South America and the Isles in the Caribbean and Oceania had remained untouched, it was a war initially caused by local food shortages brought about by floods, then acute energy s...
Locking Ben's cock inside her new Prince Albert chastity cage had been the highlight of Amy's week. When she closed her eyes she could still remember the feeling of control and the surge of sexual power that she'd felt as she'd rolled around on his beautiful white wool rug. Ben's eyes had betrayed his obvious obsession with her body and with her control of h...
Ben sat on the beach enjoying the view from their deserted Maldives retreat. With no one else in sight, he had stripped off his black board shorts and was stroking the small silver chastity cage that, as always, hung limply between his legs. He ran his fingers over his balls and enjoyed the tickling sensation and the resultant pressure build up his cage. H...
"Lisa meet Ben!" Amy announced excitedly. Lisa was a childhood friend, a single mum whose life was as tough and lonely as Amy's had been before she had met Ben. Now in her early forties, Lisa worked long shifts as a waitress and was constantly tired with sore feet and an aching back. She was dressed in a baggy white blouse and tan cotton trouser that were...
Amy returned to her flat and ran straight to her dirty laundry basket. She pulled out her orange gym shorts and unzipped the back pocket. The key! Why the hell hadn't she taken it with her to Ben's place? It had been an amazing evening, but it could have been so much better if she could have felt him inside her. At least he was hers for another day, still lo...
Chapter 8 The next morning Steve called Ralph. Rafferty listened to one side of the conversation. "Ralph, Steve." "Yeah, it was kind of a shock but thanks for getting it to me." "I appreciate it. I don't need much right now just some information. Do you have anything on where that video came from or who is getting the money?" "Well, can you email me the...
Ben had been in chastity for several years and always under Amy's control. Her fantasies and sexual urges had long since dictated his life. She was currently going through a phase of chaining his chastity cage to things. Often immoveable objects that left him continually aroused yet totally stuck and dependent on her. "Amy, Sweetie?" Ben called again. Com...