A Low Key Relationship

Before I tell my story, let me tell you a few things about myself first. I've always been the sort of guy who preferred to "wear the pants" in a relationship. I'm not a bossy jerk or anything like that, I just tended to be drawn to more pliant girls for much of my life. In my days as a High School basketball star, things came easily in that regard.

After so many years went by, though, things started to change. I grew up a bit, and I started to tire of the more demure women I was accustomed to. I began to crave more willful women, yet my "alpha dog" persona remained. It was a terrible dilemma. Perhaps all I really needed was a girl who I could hold a decent conversation with. Well, whatever the case, I made a series of decisions that lead me to my new life.
I don't remember how exactly I found out about chastity, and chastity devices. I guess it was a gradual discovery. However it happened, the idea fascinated me. Initially it was female chastity that I was drawn to, but I soon lost interest. A few years ago, I would have been all over that concept, but not anymore. I didn't need to trap a girl in a chastity belt to take charge in a relationship, anyway.
Chastity still held my attention, though. So I continued my research, and began to garner some interest in male chastity. At first the idea was lost on me. I kept reading stories of subservient men being trapped in chastity belts and tormented by cruel, vindictive women. For a guy like me, I figured that whole concept was the last thing I'd want to be a part of.
But soon, a thought occurred to me. I could get a device for myself, then the next girl I dated, and once I got to know her better, I would relinquish the key to her. It might be kind of fun to give that sort of power to a girl who was so unaccustomed to such authority.
It really seemed the perfect solution to my problem. A demure girlfriend, but with a bit of control over me that could be really fun and sexy. She would be my girl, but have this one thing that she could hold over me. I could have my cake and eat it too. After a bit more research, I discovered a male chastity device that seemed perfect for me. I ordered it and waited for my life to change.
The next day I was at work, perusing chastity subjects online. I was trying to learn a few more things, see if I could come up with some games to play with my key holder once I met her and things got started. I had to quickly close down my browser, however, when one of my co-workers walked by.
Sexy, sexy Christina. The tall, slender brunette who I could never resist taking a moment to gaze at whenever she passed by had appeared. With a confident stride, she strutted past my desk, dressed in black high heels, a pleated skirt, and a tight gray sweater. The whole outfit showed off her ample physique, and she wore her usual sly, fox-like expression that made her almost irresistible. Almost. See, I had asked her out once, but as luck would have it, Christina just happened to be one those more strong-willed types I just wasn't into. It was really quite a shame, since she was one of the hottest girls I had ever known. Life's full of little misfortunes, isn't it?
A few more days passed, and my new chastity device finally arrived. I hastily unpackaged it and took a look at my new toy. It was amazing. At first it seemed a bit complicated, but after following the instructions, I managed to figure the thing out. Now it was time to see what this thing could do. I retreated to my bedroom, and after making sure the windows were closed so no one could see me, I removed all my clothes. Then I began to find the right fit for the device.
I sat naked in my room, trying on the various parts on myself, seeing which setting felt best. The main parts fit over my cock and balls, encasing them securely. Once I got the right fit, I took the small padlock that was provided with the device and put it in place, holding the whole thing together. The lock rested atop the sheath that concealed my penis. My heart began to pound as I clicked the lock shut.
A rush of excitement came over me as I tested the device's security. I made a few attempts to pry the thing off, but it wouldn't budge. As long as the lock was in its place, there was no escaping. From there, I then made the next most important test: Trying to touch myself while wearing the device. It didn't take long to discover that was impossible. My balls enclosed behind a secure shield, while my cock was completely sealed within a solid sheath, forcing it in a downward angle. I ran my hand along my imprisoned parts, trying to get any kind of contact with them, but the device thwarted my every attempt. After so many tries at getting off, I started to get really horny. The whole concept turned out to be even kinkier than I had expected. Just the fact that I couldn't get any pleasure to myself made me want it even more.
I tried everything. I tried using my hands, I tried grinding against some pillows on my bed, but it was no use. As long as this device was fastened to my body, sexual satisfaction was impossible. Whether through sex or masturbation, relief was not to be had. I couldn't have wished for better. After wearing my new device for some time, my longing for an orgasm became impossible to ignore. Taking the only key to the lock I released myself. Once free, I quickly masturbated myself to a powerful orgasm. After being confined withing the chastity device, I was amazed at how good it felt to get myself off, even after only a few minutes. If it was this good after such a short time and while I still held my own key, I couldn't imagine how incredible it would be once I met a worthy key holder.
Over the next few days, I took the time to get more accustomed to the device. I would wear it for varying periods of time, see how long I could put up with it. It was difficult, as I would get really horny pretty quickly. It was a perfectly comfortable device, so there were no problems there, and it remained totally unnoticeable beneath my clothing. I even wore it out in public a few times and had no problems. In fact, it was during one of those times that I met Bree.
Boy, was she something. I saw her in the video store, where I usually like to hang out after work on Fridays. She was browsing near one of the sections of the store that I frequented often. Bree was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She was a petite blond, with a pretty round face and large blue eyes, giving her an almost angelic appearance. She had a perfectly proportioned body, which her becoming outfit showed off nicely. Naturally, I started talking to her, and we really hit it off. As I chatted with her, I was rather taken by her wit and personality, yet she also seemed to possess that shy demeanor that I found so appealing. Could she be the one I was looking for? It sure seemed like it.
During my encounter with Bree, I was given a rather stark reminder of the device that I was wearing. Bree was a beautiful girl, and just looking at her was enough to get me fired up. I could feel my cock straining against its prison, nearly causing me to wince. I maintained my composure, though, and soon I had set a date with the sexy Bree for tomorrow night. As soon as I returned home, my first instinct was to remove my chastity device and get some relief. After being locked up for so long, then hitting it off with such a beautiful girl, I was incredibly horny.
But then I realized, I should try to keep myself encased until my night with Bree. That would make my eventual release all the more satisfying, for both of us. So, I resolved to stay in chastity until my date with Bree. If things went well, and she and I continued to see each other, I figured it would only be a matter of time before I could present her with my key, and the whole chastity concept I had discovered. I was sure she would like the idea. But, I had to make sure to take my time.
Sleeping with the device on was a little strange at first. Comfort wasn't an issue. I was just so horny that I could hardly keep my mind clear enough so that I could get to sleep. The next day, as I was getting ready for my date with Bree, I made extra sure that I had my key with me, in case things really took off. I picked up Bree from her place, and took her to one of my favorite restaurants in town. Once we were seated, we began chatting. As before, I was amazed at how well we got along. She really was one of the most charming girls I had ever met. The evening went on, and we had a terrific time together. We were about halfway through dessert, when Bree reached over and touched my hand. Our eyes met and she asked me if I would like to go back to her place for a while. Suddenly my chastity device felt very, very tight.
Back at Bree's place, we both headed toward her bedroom almost immediately. Trying to seem nonchalant about my situation, I excused myself to her bathroom so I could take a moment to prepare. Naturally I just needed a moment to unlock myself from my chastity device, as I couldn't let Bree know about it quite yet. After taking off all my clothes, I then went to remove my chastity device. Considering how turned on I was, I wasn't surprised at the slight struggle I had to go through to remove it. Afterward, I made sure to hide it in my pile of clothes well enough to make sure that Bree didn't happen upon it and discover my secret before it was time. After I finished everything I had to do, I returned to Bree's room, and found that my day in chastity was well worth it.
Bree lay naked on her bed, her gorgeous body on full display. Every part of her was perfect. Her legs, her stomach, her ample chest, she was just flawless. Climbing on top of her, I felt her breasts in my hands, causing her to moan with pleasure. My day of denial was coming to an end in the best way possible.
We made love all night and into the morning. Thanks to my day in chastity, I have to say I was in top form that night. I may have been a bit more intense than usual after being so horny for so long. The poor girl actually passed out briefly at one point. But I could tell she had a blast the whole time. I know I sure did.
Later in the day, after our marathon of love, Bree and I took to the shower together. Naturally that lead to another bout of lovemaking. After that, I had to take some special care upon dressing myself. I had to be cautious she didn't see my chastity device as I reattached it. I had a close call at one point, but I managed to keep my secret. I hastily threw the rest of my clothing back on, and had a small breakfast with her.
So after all this, Bree and I parted ways for the day, making plans to see each other again soon. I remember the tremendous feeling of satisfaction I felt after my night with Bree, which I largely credited to the use of my chastity device. I was eager to see her again and grow even closer to her, so I could sooner present her with my key. If it was this cool while I had control of the key, I couldn't wait to see what Bree could come up with.
As the week went on, I was in and out of my device for varying periods. It was kind of tough to keep it on for long periods now that I had Bree on my mind so much. I could probably have an easier time with it once I gave her the key, but at this stage, I found it hard to trust myself. I decided I had to find a way to discipline myself. That week, I resolved to leave my key in my desk drawer at work overnight, and that way I'd have to wear the device, whether I liked it or not. It was a Wednesday night that I made myself endure this, and boy was it tough. I tossed and turned all night, not sure I could get a decent night's sleep so I could get up in the morning.
I made it to work on time the following day, and I was horny as hell. I snatched my key from my desk, and hid myself in one of the stalls in the men's room. I plucked the device off hastily, and masturbated to another strong orgasm. My head finally clear, I reattached the device and went back to work. I started to question my chastity idea. It was obviously incredibly difficult for me to stay in this thing for long periods of time. How would Bree approach all this? Would I really be able to put up with her calling the shots to this sort of thing?
Eventually Friday came, and I went to work with my device on. My lingering doubts had been circling my mind for the past few days, keeping me a bit unfocused. That was probably what lead to the issue I had. Around lunchtime, I felt a sharp pain in my crotch. I realized I must have put my device on incorrectly in the morning, because it felt as if one of my balls was being crushed. I nearly yelled out loud when it first hit me, it was that painful. I kept quiet as best I could, and hurried to the men's room to fix myself. I was in such pain, I guess that was why I made my first real mistake.
I didn't bother retreating to the privacy of one of the stalls, instead standing out in the open, my pants down and the malfunctioning device in plain view. I unlocked the device, finally relieving the terrible pain stabbing into me. I sighed with relief, rubbing my parts for a moment and soothing the pain that had beset me. After that, I set to reattaching my device. Not a moment after I clicked the lock shut, I heard a dull thud from behind me. I spun around, realizing that the noise I heard was the men's room door closing. My heart skipped a beat. There was no one there, nor had there been anyone in the room with me at the beginning. Had someone been watching me the whole time? Had they seen standing there, wearing my device? Who could it have been?
Now my mind was really racing. I returned to my desk, expecting someone to approach me about my device, but it never happened. Dropping my key into my desk drawer, I tried to remain calm about the close call I just had. The possibility that one of my coworkers caught a glimpse of me in a chastity device had me pretty freaked. How embarrassing would that be? I spent all day dwelling on it, which is probably why I made my next big mistake.
At the end of the day, no sooner had I returned home when I realized that I left my key at work! There was no chance I could just go back and get it, it was too late in the day. The place was locked down as much as I was. On top of that, it was a Friday, so I was going to to be stuck for the entire weekend. After struggling with just one night, I couldn't imagine how hard this was going to be. What a nightmare.
Sure enough, my weekend was a living hell. I was horny day and night, and couldn't get the slightest relief from it. Two long, long days of this torment was more than I could bear. I was actually starting to regret every buying this thing. I tried to stay positive, maybe see it as more training to the inevitable role of chaste male with a female key holder, but it was not easy. A key holder was one thing, but having the key simply hidden away where I couldn't access it all because of myself was not quite the kind of fun I was looking for.
After what seemed like ages, the weekend finally came to an end. I never thought I'd be so glad for it to be Monday. I rushed to my workplace, and hurried to the office and my desk. I was so horny I could hardly see straight. That was probably why I couldn't believe what I saw once I got to my desk. I don't know when it happened, and I probably never will, but sometime between when I left work last Friday and when I arrived that morning, someone jostled my desk drawer open! In a daze, I quickly dove into my desk and began sifting through my things, hoping intensely that the worst hadn't happened.
Everything else was in its place. A few flash drives, some papers, various sundry items, even the wad of cash I kept there all remained. But not my key. My worst fear had come to life. I searched frantically for it, in my desk, under it, all around my work station, but it was nowhere to be found. Now I was really trapped. I wave of anger and panic rushed over me as I finally gave up my search and slumped in my chair. What a disaster. Resigned to my fate, I tried to go about my work as best I could, but the combination of my head full of thoughts on how to get myself out of this mess, how and what could have happened to my key, and the sheer horniness I was struggling to endure made the day unbearable.
Naturally I theorized that the culprit must have been who may have spied on me in the men's room last week. Why else would anyone just take a small key from my desk and leave everything else? But even at that I had no solid clues. Well, whoever that was, the ball was in their court. All I could do was wait for them to make their move. Until then, I was struck in my own personal hell.
I considered simply breaking the lock to get out, but then I'd have to pay for a new one to replace it. As it turned out, they were almost as expensive as the device itself. I really didn't feel like shelling out so much money all over again. I emailed the place I had ordered it from, to see if there could be a replacement key sent to me, but that was no good. Each lock was custom made. It was impossible to replace. What the hell was I going to do now? I suffered all day and night, both at work and at home. And poor Bree, I kept having to avoid her all week, because there was no way I could pleasure her stuck like this.
After a week of misery and frustration, Friday came again, but the thief never revealed themselves. After work, I found myself at the video store again. Maybe renting the right movie would help get my mind off my situation. Naturally every single movie that I saw seemed to have some sexy subtext to it. It was maddening. I was in such a daze after my week of unwanted celibacy, that was probably why I hadn't realized it when someone approached me.
"Hey Tony!" a familiar voice said in a cheerful tone. I jumped slightly and turned. It was Christina. I blinked with mild surprise, and my cock twanged in its prison at the sight of her. The device was becoming a bigger problem than ever before.
"Christina, hey," I said somewhat flatly, trying not to give any hint of the distress I was in. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I had been stuck in a chastity device for over a week or not, but for some reason, Christina looked sexier than ever to me.
She stood before me, wearing a tight pink t-shirt that clung to her torso, showing off her assets and leaving a small sliver of her midriff bare. Her tight bootcut jeans were low around her hips, and had tattered holes worn in the knees. Her feet were clad in thin white flip-flops. She looked fantastic. Smiling at me in an unusually chipper manner that I have never seen her in, she hooked her thumbs on the front-most belt loops of her pants. She moved her feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, and bobbed up on tip-toe for a second as she spoke.
"So I was thinking, remember when you asked me out? Well, I actually think that might be pretty fun. How about tonight?"
I couldn't believe it. Of all the times for this gorgeous girl to approach me, why did it have to be now? My cock struggled and strained as I tried to remain calm. I swore in my head as I stammered an excuse.
"Oh, geez, y'know tonight isn't so good. I have... stuff to do." I felt like the most colossal idiot in the world. No one in their right mind would have turned her down, but here I was doing just that. I wasn't sure if that was worse, or the fact that Christina kept pressing.
"Oh don't give me that," she said with a giggle. Using her thumbs she pushed her jeans down ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of the very top of her panties. By now my cock was practically screaming and I was almost at the end of my rope. Again I tried to turn her down, but she wasn't having it.
"No, Christina, I really can't."
She ran a hand through her hair as she replied, "C'mon, I really want to."
"Look, I swear I'd love to at any other time, but now is really not good for me."
"Well I think it is."
Oh God, why was she doing this? The hand she ran through her hair moved down to her stomach. She rubbed it for a moment, lifting her shirt slightly and giving me a brief glimpse of her sexy midriff. I turned away from her for a moment, trying to hide my grimacing as my encased member continued raging. I cursed my bad luck as I tried to muster another weak excuse. "Listen, if it were any other time, I would. Honest. But it's just-" I went silent mid-sentence and froze once my eyes turned back to her.
She drew her hand down lower, guiding my gaze to her crotch. Dangling from the pull tab of her fly on a small ring was my key. Christina stroked it with a finger slowly, then gave it a few playful tugs.
"Yeah. You know what that is," she said. The sunny tone to her voice was gone. I looked back up to her face, and saw that her usual sly grin had returned. I remained motionless and she slowly stepped closer to me. She ran her fingers along the collar of my shirt, her smile broadening. "You can pick me up at seven." With that, she twirled away from me, giving me a gloating smirk over her shoulder as she did so, then strutted away, the snap-snap-snap of her sandals fading as she went.
I stood there, stunned at my new situation. So the thief had revealed herself, and she was one of the hottest girls I had ever known. She was also the commanding type of woman I wasn't interested in, but now she had me. My mind raced. It was only a few hours to seven. What should I do? What could I do?

I stepped out of the shower and looked at myself in the large mirror on my bathroom wall. There I was, naked, fit, and locked in a chastity belt. I thought about Christina and her offer to me. I thought about what she had done and the audacity of it all. She spied on me and discovered my secret. She broke into my desk and stole my key. She left me to suffer for a week, then trotted up to me looking as hot as she could, all the while flaunting my stolen key between her legs in a deliberate attempt to turn me on.
Part of me was angry about it. I mean, being messed with like this, and by a girl no less? I wasn't programmed for that sort of thing. Maybe some people are, but not me. Yet at the same time, I felt oddly drawn in to the whole situation. As infuriating as it was to see Christina flaunting my key the way she did after all she had done and being so smug about it, it was also strangely alluring. Maybe coming on to me like that was just her way, and she really wanted to pursue something with me. After over a week of being stuck in this belt, maybe my judgment was getting clouded. Who knows? Whatever the case, after that evening, I soon found myself in an even deeper predicament than ever before.
It was getting close to seven, Christina's requested time I pick her up. I looked down at my belt. I clutched the sturdy unit that encased my manhood, and prodded the padlock that held it all together. I thought about all the options that I had. It was either going through all the effort of destroying a really durable, not to mention expensive device that was attached to me, probably at the risk of hurting myself in the process, or spending an intimate night with one of the sexiest girls I had ever known. It looked like Christina had the upper hand for now. I got dressed and drove to her place.
I arrived at Christina's at the precise time she asked and met her at her door. She was dressed in the same sexy casual ensemble as she was earlier that day in the video store, which as before made me incredibly horny.
"Hey babe!" she said cheerfully and threw her arms around my shoulders in a loving embrace. "Oh I'm so glad you decided to show up!" I returned the embrace, putting my arms around her slender waist. She felt every bit as sexy as I imagined she would. She brought one arm down and ran her finger along my collar the same way she did hours before. "It was the right thing to do, you know," she said in a slick tone. Suddenly I noticed that she was rubbing her leg up mine, pressing her pelvis against me.
My cock ached against its prison, feeling the firm nudge of the beautiful girl's loins along its stifling shell but gaining no pleasure. It drove me wild. Christina certainly must have felt the solid device against her own eager sex, as she uttered a pleasant, "Ooo," as she pushed into me. I rolled my eyes slightly, growing weary of her teasing. Of course, I could tell she was having a blast with it all.
We moved a bit further away from each other, still maintaining our embrace. I stole a quick glance between her legs and saw that she was still wearing my key on her fly. As before I felt the perplexing twang of both anger and lust. Ever the observant one, Christina saw that I had caught a glimpse of her little trophy dangling between her legs, and gave me a smirk.
We went back to my car, and as Christina sat down in the passenger seat, I noticed she began to behave a little unusual. That uncharacteristic cheerful mood she had been in and out of also seemed to involve her behaving in a more demure manner than she was known to be. She even urged me to decide where she and I would spend out date that night. At first I thought it was an act, some kind of tease she came up with to mess with me as she kept me locked up against my will. But after a while, there was something that made me believe that she was rather sincere in her behavior. She even seemed to enjoy it.
Naturally she was delighted to be holding my key, I could tell. It was especially apparent after the underhanded way she took it from me, and the kinky way she insisted in flaunting it before me, giving me foxy little grins and smirks here and there. Indeed, Christina was very pleased to be my key-holder. Yet in light of that, she also seemed very happy with the idea of me taking charge during our time together. It was rather confusing. What was her deal? I wondered about it the whole evening.
At the restaurant, Christina's sudden compliance while in my presence kept popping up in small, yet noticeable ways. One instance in particular stuck with me, and it was when the time to order came. After perusing the menu, Christina idly pointed out what she had in mind to order. When the waitress arrived, rather than simply order for herself, Christina turned to me and nodded in the direction of the server. Taking the hint, I placed the order for her. Christina looked pleased.
As our date went on, Christina eventually started making it clear that she wanted to leave, asking me if I wanted to get out of there and have it just be the two of us. I felt her nudge me under the table with her foot affectionately. I could feel myself swelling inside my chastity belt. It had been so long since I had relief, and there were few things I wanted more than to be unlocked. Christina's little game, confusing as it seemed, was my only way out. I figured I would play along. Hey, if it meant finally being released and having a night with this girl, it would be worth it.
I asked her, "So... your place or mine?"
She replied, "Oh, you decide."
I thought for a moment, all the while her smiling at me in her strangely genial way. I'm not sure why I drew the conclusion I did, but I did. "Your place," I answered.
Christina, was, naturally by this point, fine with this. I paid, naturally, and we left. The sun had gone down by this time, setting a much more romantic mood. As we drove along, Christina sat in my passenger seat, looking very happy, almost excited. I assumed she was looking forward to the night we had ahead of us.
My heart was pounding a bit too. I was no stranger to good luck with beautiful girls, but the prospect of being released from my chastity belt after so much time was what really had me fired up. Plus, Christina had always just been slightly out of reach for me for so long, although this wasn't the circumstance I expected to be in once I finally won her over.
Admittedly I was still a little cross about how she had pulled one over on me by stealing my key and lording it over me as she did. But then again, maybe that was supposed to be part of the fun. A little scare, a big tease, and finally a sublime payoff. I was sure I'd soon forgive her after our night together. I glanced between her legs as we went, seeing the glint of my key cleverly secured between her legs. It wouldn't be long now.
We arrived at her place, and I walked her in. Within the doorway, we made out a little, giving me a chance to finally really feel her sexy form in my hands. She giggled pleasantly as I caressed her supple form. After a while, she broke away from me, stepped out of her sandals, and started to head towards her kitchen, bidding me to make myself at home.
"Want anything to drink?" she asked.
"Yeah, uh, I'll have what you're having, thanks," I responded.
Christina smiled with approval and, after giving my key a little rub and flick with a finger, strutted gracefully away. I sat and waited for a moment, sitting in her well furnished sitting room, listening to her hum quietly to herself in the kitchen. After a while, she returned with two glasses of wine and handed one to me. Curiously, instead of sitting right next to me on her sofa as I expected, she sat herself directly across from me in one of her recliners.
So there we sat, facing each other, drinks in our hands and we began to chat. Christina seemed suddenly interested in taking the conversation in a more sexual direction. That old fox-like look in her eye has returned now, giving her that sexy, irresistible look that I always adored. She asked me about my turn-ons, and some of my more memorable sexual experiences. She in turn shared with me some of her secrets as well. We flirted. I bragged. She giggled. It wasn't long before I was aching for sex like I had never before.
Christina peered at me from across the way, one leg up on the armrest of her chair, her other foot on the floor, giving me a clear look between her legs and my key she kept there. She eyed me thoughtfully for a moment, both of us silent. Then finally, taking a last sip from her drink, she spoke.
"I want to see it," she said firmly.
I hesitated, not entire sure what exactly she expected of me.
"Come on, come on, you know what I mean. I only saw it quickly last time, I want to get a good look at it now."
I stood up apprehensively, and began to undo my pants.
Christina suddenly blurted out, "All of it. Take everything off," she said, waving her finger in a circle in my direction.
I looked at her with slight disbelief and glanced around me.
"Relax," she said, "all the curtains are drawn. It's just the two of us."
Still a bit suspicious, I set to removing my clothes, with Christina eying my hungrily the entire time. Soon I was standing there in Christina's living room, naked but for my chastity belt, with my clothes piled up on the floor beside me. Christina's gaze turned to my crotch where my device was fastened to my body. Her eyes widened with delight and amazement. With almost catlike moves, she slid off her seat and crawled up to me on all fours, her eyes fixated on my chastity belt. I remained still, waiting for her to make her move.
Kneeling before me, her face only a few inches from my chastity belt, Christina studied the device intensely. Her keen eyes scanned along the smooth surface of the codpiece that sealed away my yearning loins. She must have been relishing in the fact that she held the only key to undo it.
"It's big," she said, not without a sense of irony. I wasn't sure how much longer I could withstand her teases. That old sense outrage and lust hit me again. But Christina was just getting started.
"Mm, looks like you're really filling it up, too." she said. Christina could see part of my cock through the small convenience slit at the end of the tube as it bulged with desire. My God, I was so horny by now, and I was getting a little angry. Now her little teases were becoming downright vindictive.
She reached up with one hand, and ran one slender finger along the downward curving tube that housed my cock. I could hear the dull sound of it along the surface, even feel the slight pressure of her touch around the belt, but my cock was denied any sensation or satisfaction.
"Can you feel that?" asked Christina.
I said, "No... "
Christina smiled, then cupped her entire hand around the shield of my belt, rubbing it back and forth in a firm but gentle massage. I swelled within my belt, longing for release.
"How about that?"
I gritted my teeth, so horny now that I couldn't even speak. I shook my head slowly in response to her question.
Christina uttered a quick giggle at my obvious distress, then sat back slightly, finally taking her hand away from my crotch. There she sat for a moment, on her knees before me, but totally in control. That foxy look appeared on her beautiful face again. Her grin broadened slightly, and she gave me a quick, devious glance up at me. Before I knew it, her head darted forward and she landed a quick kiss on the very tip of the tube encasing my cock. She jerked back just as quickly, giggling out loud with the joy of her little dominance display.
By now I was practically delirious with the frustration I was enduring, not to mention the growing rage from Christina's malicious teases. I wasn't sure if I was waiting for this night to end or really begin. The next step in her little game, however, was about to really take off, although I didn't know it then.
A look of satisfaction had crossed Christina's smirking face, and she sat there looking at my belt for a moment, as if she had made a decision about something. She started to get up, heading towards my pile of clothes and began to gather everything up in her arms. I watched her, confused, and fairly leery as to what she was trying to do. Of course, I was in no position to stop her.
She stood up, and said, "Wait right here," and departed with my only means of public attire with her.
There I stood, more anxious than ever. My mind raced with the situation I was in. I was naked and trapped in a chastity belt in a beautiful girl's home. A beautiful girl who was the holder of the only key that could set me free and give me the pleasure of which I was once master of. Yet the only reason she had that key was through thievery and deception. She blatantly violated me, and robbed me of my freedom. And now, she still insisted on teasing and denying me, even after keeping me in a state of frustration for a whole week.
Yet the way she went about it was so... beguiling, despite its infuriating nature. The slick way she managed to deceive and elude me, the kinky way she insisted on wearing my key whenever she was around me, it was all very provocative, even a turn-on unto itself. I looked down at my belt and stared at the little smear of lipstick where she kissed it. Did I hate her, or was I starting to love her? Was I angry at her, or entranced by her? I had never once thought of any of this when I first stumbled across the concept of chastity, and honestly, I had never imagined the scenario turning out like this.
I don't know how much time had gone by in that moment as I pondered the ramifications of my situation. Maybe twenty minutes, maybe longer. But soon after, I heard Christina's dulcet voice call me from down her hallway, requesting me to finally join her in her bedroom. I hoped intensely this was the moment I was waiting for.
I made my way down the hallway, the light much dimmer than her well-lit sitting area and kitchen. I soon came to a doorway that stood partially open. I could see the lights were off inside, aside from a faint red glow. I entered.
Closing the door behind me and giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the low light, I briefly surveyed the bedroom I was in. The dull red glow came from a small lamp on a table next to a large, enticing bed to my left. A few other items furnished the room, but my attention soon locked on to the real centerpiece of the room.
There stood Christina herself, not more than a few feet from me, stark naked. Naked, except for the tiny silver rings that dangled from her nipples, and the delicate silver chain that encircled her waist, from which my key now hung just below her navel.
She was a thousand times more sexy than I had ever imagined she'd be. Despite the low light, her heavenly body was plainly visible to me. I gazed at her longingly, up from her slender, shapely legs, her sexy toned stomach, her perfect breasts, to her beautiful face. She made her trademark foxy grin at me, and ran her hands up and down the sides of her body, rolling her hips back and forth slowly as she did so.
She moved her hands upwards again, until she had reached both her arms high above her head, wrists together, and stretched her whole fantastic body along with them. Arching her back and closing her eyes, she uttered a faint, "Mmm... " sound, and said, "I can't wait to get started."
As she writhed before me in her dance-like undulation, the silver chain about her waist slid around, gloriously emphasizing her sexy hips and belly, my key jingling around on it in its own teasing dance, and her nipple rings glinted silently at the ends of her jiggling breasts. I was speechless.
Returning to form, Christina stepped away from me, and retreated to a darkened corner of the already dimly lit room. I could hardly even see her now, but I heard her voice.
"I want you to do something for me," she said.
I awaited her instructions, now eager to please her. As she sat in her darkened corner, she ordered that I describe my chastity belt, and also demonstrate its effectiveness. I found her requests puzzling, but in the state that I was, I went through with them anyway.
She sat in her shadowy throne, issuing her commands at me in a low, patient manner. Per her instructions, I described my belt, as I ran my hands along the various simple yet sturdy parts. I explained how it kept me from pleasure, how secure it was and how long I had been locked up. She had me describe how it made me feel, how I was unbearably horny after a week's worth of denial and a whole night of flawless teasing.
In a way, I was putting on my own provocative dance. I struggled with my belt as I described it, trying to either get through it or remove it. After a while I wasn't just demonstrating its effectiveness, but truly longing to be free of it. I flexed my fit and handsome body as I went into detail about how I longed for sex with the only woman who held the key to my pleasure. I could tell Christina was loving the show. She kept following up my performances with little comments and murmurs of pleasure.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Christina suddenly bid me to stop. This had to be the moment she released me and we had the sex I had been praying for. At least, that's what I thought, when suddenly she started speaking to me in rather flat tones.
"Is your name Tony Palladino?"
I blinked with surprise. "Uh, yeah."
"And are you over eighteen years old?"
"Well of course, but why-" my blood ran cold.
"Thanks baby, that's all I needed," said Christina, the tone of her voice suggesting she was smiling.
I heard her stand up from her darkened perch, and she turned to a desk next to her. She leaned over and the vibrant light from a laptop screen suddenly pierced the darkness, revealing a camcorder on a tripod that she had going since before I even entered her room. I seethed with anger.
"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, as I heard her lithe fingers tapping along the computer's keyboard.
"Oh I'll just be a sec, I'm just sending your little performance to my station at work."
I went silent with rage, the sheer evil of her scheme almost impossible to fathom. Christina turned to me, seeing me in my state, and just rolled her eyes.
"Oh relax, I'm just sending it there for safekeeping," she said glibly. "It'll be our little secret, I promise. But only as long as you play by the rules." I glared at her, slightly cooled by the reassurance but still outraged at her deception. Shutting down her laptop and restoring the ambient red glow to the room, she was generous enough to explain everything to me.
"Oh I love playing your key-holder, Tony, I really do. I love knowing I turn you on so much, and the fact that I'm the only one who could ever pleasure you. In fact, I like it so much, I want you to stay that way constantly." She repeated her sexy dance from earlier as she spoke. "But let's face it, I'm sure you'd get pretty tired of being celibate for so long, especially while around me all the time."
She slowly began to swagger to the foot of her bed, continuing her speech. "Now I'm sure that thing is plenty durable. In fact... now I know it for a fact!" She smirked mockingly at me, but then looked more dire. "But I'm sure it's not indestructible... " I was starting to see where she was going with this.
"Simple rules," she stated. "No trying to steal your key back from me, no trying to tamper with your chastity belt, or anything like that, and your sexy little act stays between us. Any attempts at getting free without my consent, and well... let's just say you could become pretty damn famous, pretty damn fast."
I was numb. The anger, the disbelief in the terrible predicament I was in, the way she had so efficiently tricked me into it all, it was staggering. I glared at her from where I stood, she leered back at me with her foxy grin. My mind raced and I tried to think of some way out of this nightmare. Nothing came to me.
"Fine... " I said finally.
Christina beamed conceitedly in her triumph, and climbed into her bed. She lay one her back, bathed in the red glow with her wrists crossed above her head.
"Now then," she crooned, "I think it's time you made all my effort worthwhile."
I stood there, still fuming over the trap I was in, but unsure of what she wanted me to do.
"Oh come on, babe, use your imagination!"
Sighing with derision, I climbed onto the bed next to her, kneeling at her side. Christina smiled at me as I place one hand on her chest, caressing her supple mounds affectionately, then ran my other hand down her midriff, briefly catching the sensation of her waist chain and my key. From there, I slid my hand between her legs, and worked my fingers along her tender womanhood. Christina moaned at the sensation and squirmed in my grip.
Working my hand between her legs, Christina's gentle coos of pleasure soon turned into loud moans of ecstasy, writhing almost convulsively causing the chain at her waist to jingle around frantically, giving me repeated glimpses of my key that was so close, yet completely out of reach. After a good long while of foreplay, I moved on the next phase of my maneuvers.
I slid off at the foot of the bed, firmly pried Christina's legs open and moved my head up to her crotch. I hovered there for a moment, gazing across the landscape of her sexy body, seeing her grinning at me from just above her breasts, awaiting me to finish what I had started. I pressed my mouth against her now swollen sex, and at the angle I was at, I could see my key dangling from her bellychain right before my eyes, which only made me more mad.
I started tonguing her with steady, deliberate strokes, making sure to maximize her pleasure. Christina pumped her hips in quivering spasms, gasping and moaning while my tongue squirmed deep within her. All this time I could see my key dancing mere inches from my face. After what seemed like ages her convulsions reached their peak, her howls of pleasure almost becoming screams, and finally she came in my mouth with an almost musical wail of orgasmic satisfaction.
Panting and sweating, Christina jerked her hips a few more times, shaking out the last spasms of sexual relief as I pulled myself away from her hot loins. I watched her lie there in her bed, her skin glistening with sweat. Her needs were met, our bout of lovemaking was over. I scowled slightly, jealous of the pleasure she enjoyed while I remained denied, all because of her schemes.
Christina's eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled approvingly.
"That... was... amazing!" she gasped. Then sighing contentedly, she ran her fingers through my hair, praising me excessively for my sexual prowess. Adjusting her pillows slightly, she finally said, "Let's get some sleep, babe."
Obeying her, I lay down next to her in her vast and comfortable bed, and she snuggled up next to me, one arm draped over me in a loving embrace. She uttered one last sigh before she soon fell fast asleep.
I, on the other hand, couldn't sleep for hours, for the fact that I was both horny as hell, and still fuming over Christina's insidious trap. Countless thoughts ran through my head as I contemplated the situation I found myself in. I cursed all the bad decisions I had made, wished intensely I hadn't made any of them, and cursed myself for getting in this mess.
Most of all I cursed Christina for the cruel trick she played on me. But for all the wishes I had for a different outcome, none of it it mattered, for Christina now had me thoroughly wrapped around her finger. My cock throbbed with lust inside its prison, longing for the pleasure that Christina had selfishly enjoyed at my expense. I could still see my key danging from the chain that adorned her waist as she slumbered. Even while she slept, she still seemed in control.
Trying to clear my head of my angry thoughts and sexual frustration, I found myself wondering what the next day was going to bring. Hell, what would the next week, or month, or year bring? In any case, it was going to be a long night.


I awoke the next morning after a rather restless night. To say the least, my predicament made it hard to get any proper sleep. Not because the belt was uncomfortable by itself, just the fact that it made it impossible for me to obtain any sexual relief while it was locked in place on me. To me, that was part of the insidiously brilliant premise of the device. Indeed, aching for relief after being locked up against my will for more than a week, and then so thoroughly teased made for a very poor night's sleep. But the main reason for my restlessness was the trap I had blundered into the previous night.
The new lady in my life, Christina, had managed to get a hold of my key after I had left it behind at work accidentally one evening, and soon I found myself wrapped around her finger afterward. She managed to keep me in the dark about her misdeed for over a week before finally confronting me and putting me in a very compromising situation. At first I thought it would all be fun and games, and I'd be unlocked that night, but soon I found Christina had different plans for me. After luring me to her home, she managed to put on a show that would drive any man mad with lust, but just when I thought I'd finally get some payoff after her toying with me, she turned the tables on me.
After being duped into showcasing myself in my chastity belt, and blatantly displaying my situation for what I thought was just her amusement, a few quick moves later and she had some pretty embarrassing video footage of me. The next thing I knew, I was in a tighter spot than ever, and her status as my keyholder was as secure as the chastity belt she had me trapped in. Soon after, I had no other choice than to pleasure her for the night, while I remained frustrated and hornier than ever before.
I replayed my crisis in my head all night, fuming over Christina's tricks and teasing, dreading what else I would have to put up with, and wishing intensely I had made so many different decisions. If I only had done things differently, I could have risked the lesser humiliating task of enlisting the aide of a locksmith to help me, or even just flat out break the belt. Then I wouldn't even be in this mess. Those options were dangerous and unappealing enough, but they were far more preferable to the bind I'm in now. Now it's too late. Now, thanks to the incriminating video Christina had in her possession, I couldn't even consider them anymore. Any infraction of Christina's rules, and any risks those old options held for me paled to the punishment she could administer. Christina had my key and the means to make sure I stayed locked up for as long as she wanted. There was no going back. I was hers.
Anyway, after such a poor night's sleep, I had awoken fairly late in the morning. There was a brief, hazy moment when I thought maybe things were back to normal or I had dreamed the whole messy situation. A quick glance around Christina's bedroom and the chastity belt fastened to me reminded me of everything. I noticed Christina herself wasn't lying next to me anymore, nor was she anywhere in the room. I honestly didn't want to even bother getting up to face the day, but then again I figured Christina would beckon me sooner or later. After prying myself out of bed, I made a brief search for my clothes that Christina had taken from me the night before, but found nothing. As I searched, I could hear stirring from the kitchen down the hallway.
I carefully opened the bedroom door, and slowly made my way down the hall towards the kitchen clad only in my chastity belt. I made sure to move cautiously, lest I stumbled in front of an open window and reveal my secret to anyone outside. It was risky enough being forced to wander around in just a chastity belt last night while it was dark out, but now it was broad daylight. Fortunately, I could see that all the shades in Christina's home were drawn as they were the night before, and I was relatively safe from any further unwanted exposure.
After turning a corner to Christina's sitting room and making my way to the nearby kitchen, I saw her finally. To my surprise, she was tending the stove, pleasantly humming to herself as she sashayed lithely about. Turning her head to see me standing there, she smiled cheerfully at me.
Morning babe! she chirped. I said nothing. I just watched her as she wiggled gleefully and kept at her task at the stove.
It was at once a delight and utterly unbearable to watch her slender feminine figure gently undulate in her little dance. She was wearing a white short-sleeved crop top over her torso, ending at her sternum, but aside from the delicate silver chain encircling her hips from which my key was still suspended, she was naked from the waist down. I couldn't help but wonder if prancing around bottomless like this was just her being generally provocative, or her own playfully cruel way of relishing in the fact that she was entirely free sexually, while I remained locked up. Either way, it was driving me crazy. As I pondered, she spoke to me again.
So how do you like your eggs? she asked me, still maintaining her suspicious cheer. I answered her rather numbly, still unsure of what was about to happen. Happily she went about preparing the breakfast as I requested. I decided to allow myself to sit at then nearby table and wait to see what happened next.
A few moments later, Christina soon came over to me, setting my breakfast down in front of me, sneaking a quick kiss to my cheek as she did so. Then she slid herself into the seat diagonally from me with her own plate. I eyed her for a moment, wondering if she had some other trick up her sleeve, but she simply began eating, after which I allowed myself to start in on my food. I hadn't realized how hungry I was in the wake of all the strange things that had happened to me lately.
At one point Christina uttered a satisfied sigh and said, Oh my god, last night was *amazing*! I remained silent but gave a agreeing nod. Technically, I agreed with her. We both remained silent for a moment as we ate, when suddenly I saw Christina put down her fork, and she stared downward with a rather pensive look on her face. I looked at her, puzzled, when she spoke again, still casting her glance downwards.
Listen, um... About last night, all that business with the...you know. She mimed holding a camera in her hand as she spoke. Where was she going with this? She took a deep breath and sighed again, before resuming her speech.
I'm really sorry if I came off as a bitch last night, you know tricking you and stuff. she said finally. It's just, I really wanted to make sure that, well, things could stay like this. I mean me keeping your key. She paused for a moment, and sat there in thought. I could tell she had a lot going through her mind at that moment. I slightly leaned closer to her, intrigued by her tale.
See when I was in high school, back in the day and all, I was one of those...mean girls, I guess you could say. I wasn't a huge snob or anything like that, I just kind of had this streak about me where I liked being with guys who I could manipulate and be all... mistress-y with.
This didn't come off as a surprise to me, but as I soon found out, there was apparently more to this girl than I had ever considered. She continued her story.
Sure it was fun for a while, and I had some good experiences with it, but as I got a bit older, I guess my tastes changed. I started to get more irritated with less macho guys, and found myself drawn to men who could really take charge. Yet, at the same time, I still liked to call the shots in the bedroom. When it came to sex, I still liked feeling like I was the queen of the world. She rolled her eyes as if fondly remembering some past exploits. She sighed again I just didn't know what to do. I felt like I was caught in this sexual limbo, and I was at such a loss for several years.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
And then I meet you, and you were just the the type of guy I was finding myself drawn to, yet I still had no idea how I'd still keep my sexual authority, she started getting slightly worked up, even excited. and then I see you in that...that thing, that device that kept you all locked up and it made it so only the one with the key could let you out, and it just seemed like such an amazing idea, and I-I just...I just couldn't help myself. Her hand migrated down to her stomach where she kept my key. That's why I stole your key, she said with a tone of finality.
I stared at her for the longest time, bewildered by this extravagant tale. Christina just looked back at me with doe-like eyes and merely shrugged.
Finally I broke the silence. You could've just asked... I said, still in slight awe of the situation.
Christina giggled and just rolled her eyes, as if I just told a bad joke. Oh come on, where's the fun in that? You have to admit, that was pretty hot wondering what had happened and who was keeping you locked up. Ooo! Somebody has my key! Who knows my secret?? That foxy look spread across her face again as she stood up and approached me.
But still, I do feel a tiny bit bad being nasty about it. So you know what? Here's the deal.
As she spoke, she slinked over to me, and with an arch of her leg she was soon straddling me, resting her soft womanhood upon my stomach just above the sturdy codpiece of my chastity belt. She draped her arms along my shoulders and kept her face mere inches from mine. I instinctively put my arms around her waist.
You be the man in our relationship, okay? You decide where we go on dates, you pay for everything, you even get to enjoy my cooking whenever you want. Christina moved her face even closer, so much so that we were nearly kissing. Her voice was almost down to a whisper.
But once we get to the bedroom... I call the shots. It's all about me and making me happy. Understand? She ground her hips slowly, and I could feel that she was getting aroused. She giggled.
I swallowed, feeling my cock strain inside its prison. I wanted nothing more than to be unlocked, but Christina was the one to make that decision now. Oh don't worry, she said, as if sensing my distress, I'll start letting you out on special occasions someday. But for now, I wanna have some fun with this. She give me her trademark smirk.
So basically the rules are this: I run the show in the bedroom, while you get to be the man everywhere else. You don't try any funny business to escape, and that sexy little tape of you stays our little secret. And through all this, Christina wiggled her hips, causing my key to jangle about slightly, this stays with me. She then pressed her lips against mine in a passionate kiss.
Pulling her mouth away from mine, she spoke again. You know... I still think of this as *your* key. Y'know that? By now she was grinding against me much more fervently. It's your key, not mine. Your key. To your sexual freedom. And I took it. Without asking. Unfairly. And I'm keeping it from you against your will. God, doesn't that just make you so hot? I gripped her hips, aiding in her pelvic undulations, at first outraged by her tease, but at the same time, I realized she was right. It was a huge turn-on, whether I liked it or not.
In one swift move, she climbed off me, and ran her hand through her hair with a quick exhale. She looked at me, running her hands along her sides, from her bare thighs up to her ribs. Then she strutted past me, towards the bathroom in the hallway. As she paced along, she gracefully slid her miniscule top from her body and tossed it aside, speaking to me over her shoulder. I'm just going to hop into the shower for a bit. I could tell by her tone she was smiling. Feel free to join me, if you like. I didn't have to be told twice.
Christina and I bathed together for a good long while. I had the dubious pleasure of lathering soap all over her naked body while still locked in my chastity belt. Her body jewelry, the rings on her nipples and the elegant chain around her waist, only made the experience more alluring. She of course adored the sensation. For me, it was more of her brilliant teasing.
After we had finished, Christina at last returned my clothes to me. To my surprise, they had been freshly cleaned and folded for me. She was taking our unique new relationship seriously. I put my clothing back on, feeling a bit more like myself afterward, and soon saw Christina herself had donned another of her come-hither ensembles. A tight light gray sweater over her shapely torso which left a generous potion of her midriff bare, and tight white boot-cut jeans with a sturdy black belt made up her outfit of the day. The silver chain remained around her waist, but she had reattached my key to her fly as she had the other day. She really knew how to make herself irresistible in my eyes. I could tell she was loving it too.
Still barefoot, she trotted up to me gracefully and threw her arms around my shoulders and gleefully asked, So, what's on the agenda for today, babe?
I returned the embrace and thought for a moment, gathering the rules Christina had set earlier. Keeping my arm around her waist, the two of us slowly walked to her front door as I ruminated the possibilities for our day together.
Well let's see. There's a movie out today that I've been wanting to see, how about that?
Sure, that sounds great!
And how about we have some pasta when we get home later, how about that?
Tony, you're terrific, you know that? We both paused a moment to share a kiss.
Making our way to the door, Christina stepped into a pair of high heeled sandals. I opened the door for her, and we both stepped out to start the day.
So that's the way it's been for me since then. It's been about three months since Christina and I became an item, and true to her word, I'm the man in the relationship, while she keeps my key under her close watch. We've since moved in together, and Christina even suggested we do things like consolidate our finances, so that I can maintain our money more easily. She even asks my permission to spend her portion of the income. It's these surprisingly hefty bits of authority Christina bestows upon me that make her status as my keyholder all the more frustrating and beguiling. The video she took of me hasn't really become an issue, and at times I actually forget about it. But every now and then it reenters the back of my mind, and convinces me to make sure I play by her rules.
Christina, I can tell, couldn't be happier. I do my best to please her in the bedroom, and she's having a blast having what she deems a real man to have at her side. As for me, well... I'm still waiting for her to see fit to unlock me for a while. Her teasing makes it so that I'm basically constantly horny and pining for her, but that special occasion where she releases me has yet to arrive. I've got a beautiful, intelligent girlfriend who really knows how to play the role of keyholder far better than I had ever anticipated. I guess in a way, I got half of what I wanted, and got stuck with half of what I was trying to avoid. But, Christina is happy, and like in the bedroom, that's all that really matters.