Keys in My Hand
It sounds strange to think about, right? Just a little piece of metal, really. Nothing special. Some of you are probably a little confused as to what the big deal is, and those of you who aren’t confused are probably a little excited right about now because you know exactly what I’m getting at here.
You probably even have a little cock cage at home, something you use alone, all that hot shame and excitement coloring your face when you pull it out, running through the script you’re playing out in your head. It’s not just a little playtime you’re looking for here, you’re imagining the hot mistress of your dreams tying you down, and pulling that awkward little pile of plastic and parts out of a drawer near the edge of your vision. You can’t quite tell what it is in the thin light, but you can hear it and you know what’s coming next. She’s been teasing you about locking you up for weeks, months now. Part of you wanted to dare her to do it, so overcome with your fantasy that you forget how dangerous that would be.
And now here you are, helpless in her bed, that strange, mysterious, demanding woman standing over you, the hard plastic cage in one hand and a small lock and key set in the other. An evil grin on her face completing the scene. Your cock twitches a little and starts to get hard when she grabs it, you can’t help but be overcome with desire when she touches you, she trained you to be this way for her. She giggles and torques your dick in directions it was never really meant to go, trying to coax it back down to a state of semi-hardness. Her fingers manipulate your equipment, forcing it into the tiny little cage, clamping the ring down and before you can make a noise to protest you hear the final “click” of the lock sliding into place.
She laughs.
Your cock tries to get hard, but finds nothing warm to touch, just the cold, hard outline of the chastity belt that you’re stuck in now.
She looks at you and giggles evilly again, sliding those keys onto a long chain and tucking them into her cleavage as she walks away, leaving you there to squirm in your denial, wondering what the hell you’ve agreed to and when you’ll ever be able to feel your cock again.
Not for a long time pet, Not for a very very long time..
Tags: CBT, Keyholding
Filed under: Kinky Phone Sex, My Life








