Locked In Lust

His Lock, My Key

I watched him washing the dishes from where I stood in the doorway. With his back to me, he looked perfect, my devoted partner. He has a beautiful figure, too. Broad shoulders under his loose-fitting shirt tapered to a narrow waist. A testament to his daily workouts, his tight ass framed perfectly in those light blue jeans.  Control and Desire

Stepping into the kitchen I could feel the cool tiles underneath my feet. The only barrier between floor and sole being the sheer stockings I wore under my office clothes that day to feed my panty kink unleashed. Softly, I padded up behind him and I could tell he now sensed my presence. But he didn’t look around, yet he waited to see what I’d do. I couldn’t wait any longer.

Cock Lock: Control and Desire

I reached underneath his shirt, which hung loosely outside his jeans, and let my fingertips roam softly over his muscular, chiseled frame. I could feel the muscle definition on either side of his spine up to his shoulders, and moving my hands around to his tummy I inwardly delighted at each hard-earned ab.

My proximity to his waistline was distracting him, no doubt about that. It had been a while since I’d given him such tactile attention.

“I want to see it. Show it to me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Control and Desire: Owned and Owner

Turning around, his hands wet and soapy from the sink, careful not to get me wet. No getting me wet without my permission— it was about control and desire. Of course, he made me wet without my permission on a regular basis. But he wasn’t aware of it at the time. Not until his punishment for it was in full flight.

Then, he wiped his hands off on his jeans and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and pulled down those tight jocks enough to reveal what I couldn’t wait to see. Concealed beneath his clothes all day as he kept house for me his office executive partner, was the shiny metal chastity cage I’d locked him into just a couple of weeks into our now one-year-long relationship.

I smiled up at him in genuine delight but his eyes were downward to the floor as he struggled, locked in a chastity device. Despite the fact that control and desire were also the hottest things he’d ever known. Giving me complete control over his orgasms, and his sex life, made him want to wank more furiously than ever except he couldn’t, obviously.

Sofia, Your Key Holder

Once one of the keys to the device was permanently on a long chain around my neck and buried between my breasts all day. I only freed him when I felt like it, and even then he’d have to beg pretty damn hard first. The begging for release made the cage feel tighter than ever. As his cock strained to get an ironic chastity-related erection, it all amused me so much and turned me on enormously.

Tilting his chin up so I could look into his embarrassed face properly I relished the fight between humiliation, hate, and the most intense arousal in his eyes. My other hand reached down and felt the weight of his chastity-locked cock in my hands. He jumped as my cool hands came into contact. With his hot straining balls under the metal device, control and desire.

“Have you been a good boy today? Given up searching for the other key yet?”

Also, every padlock comes with two keys, and only one was around my neck; teasing him about the whereabouts of the other was my favorite game at the moment. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

Part two next week. Stay tuned. 

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