Under Lock and Key

A Tale of Trust and Surrender

Despite his predicament with his balls in my manicured grasp. He wanted to say no I was sure of it. He’d never give up fantasizing about unlocking himself. Finding the key somewhere while I was at work and being able to take hold of his own surging erect cock. Pumping it frenziedly until he ejaculated the thick streams of hot cum. Which had built in his overfull balls since the last time I’d milked him to empty them safely. It would be the most unsatisfying act he’d ever do. As it would be against his deeply ingrained chastity fetish and it would upset me greatly. But fantasizing about being able to freely wank while locked up is all part of the fun with the hidden key.

The Hidden Key and Chastity Submission 

“Good. Finally. That means it’s time to show you where I’ve hidden it.”
His metal-bound cock actually leaped that time, his balls yanked upwards as his cock desperately but futilely attempted to reach something resembling an erection. I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

With my laughter successfully quenching his momentary bid for cock freedom with a heavy dose of humiliation, I continued as I enjoyed every increasing increment of fear building in his eyes.

“You’re going to have to work for your temporary freedom though. If you do a good enough job I might even let you cum.”

The hidden key and desperation for release won out over the fear. I could tell by the slightly crazed look on his face brought on by an extra-long term locked into the cage. He’d do anything to get out of it now. He’d probably agree to not even cum, just as long as he could feel cool air against his cock instead of being trapped in the unrelenting metal.

I continued sharply as a swift reminder of his position with control and desire.

“What do you say?!”

“Thank you, Mistress. Sorry… I… thank you.”

Chastity Control with The Hidden Key

Good. He’d learned not to argue, not to challenge, not to question. Obey, agree, be useful. Serve.

“That’s better. Remove your jeans and pants and then look in the freezer.”

A slightly quizzical look at that but he managed to scramble a semblance of submissive agreement. And trust back on to his face before I changed my mind about his release as a punishment. We were going to stay here? In the kitchen? And why the freezer?

I must admit to feeling pretty damn smug about the hidden key and my secondary key hiding place. It was perfect right at the back of the freezer behind the ice container was a small space. Enough for a couple of very special ice cubes. My lover and I had made them on one of his weekend visits.

His pants were neatly folded up on the side and I followed as he made his way to the freezer. No doubt bursting with curiosity about what was going to happen next. I motioned to him where to look and let him take out the very special ice cube, in the center of which the padlock key could only just be made out with a glance here and there.

Life Under Lock and Key

“You think I made that with water, don’t you, my trusting little slut?”

His face paled a little as I shut the freezer door behind him, the ice cube in the palm of his hand. I took it from him.

“Oh, no. That would be far too easy.”

Then, I took the ice cube from him and continued.

“This is a very special ice cube indeed. In order to get to the hidden key and earn your release, you’re going to suck on a frozen cube of my lover’s cum. And you’re going to enjoy every last drop as you work for it, because it will make me very, very happy.”

The color completely drained from his face then. I felt my panties get incredibly damp. There’d be time enough to punish for that later. But for now, I ignored my aching cunt and focused on his beautiful distaste. I pushed him down to his knees in front of me. Him just wearing his shirt and the for now still locked chastity cage. I was really going to enjoy this.

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