It really was ironic. David Dawkins had brought up the idea of chastity to his wife, Sharon. He had practically begged her to try it. That group, the Female Council, had been talking about it a lot and he pointed that out to her in the hopes of making it seem less strange. Looking back, that was his first mistake. Sharon went from trying it out to full blown locked 24/7 in two weeks! To make matters worse, she had embraced the Council's recommendation that males not be allowed more than 9 orgasms a year. Between sex with Sharon and his masturbation he was used to that many in a month.
Sharon wore the key on a necklace, and he carried an emergency key in a sealed envelope. The envelope had many security features added to it; Sharon's handwriting crossed both sides of every seal, clear tape was applied over the seals and around the edge of the envelope. And it felt as if there was a second envelope inside, whose markings he wouldn't even know until the first one was opened. In short, it would be obvious if the envelope had been opened when he returned it to her, which was whenever he got back to the house.
It had been over a month since his last orgasm, and her teasing and edging had been relentless. He was out of his mind. That's when he concocted his plan. The protocol for an emergency was to call her as soon as possible, preferably before opening the emergency envelope. The most likely emergency was development of an edema, or other restriction on normal blood flow. He would open the emergency key envelope, duplicate the key and then fake the emergency. By pinching a part of his package he could restrict blood flow until his balls were turning a very dark and scary shade. He would quickly snap a picture of it and send it to Sharon's phone with the story that he had to use the emergency key. Then he would have a way to make sure he wasn't denied unreasonably.
With the emergency key free of its envelope he walked into Silver's Lock and Key. It was the only full service locksmith in the area. He had already checked out that hardware stores only carried key blanks for old cars, boats and houses. The chastity key was much smaller than those.
"Can I help you?" asked the tall, lean and muscular woman behind the counter, with 'Jean' embroidered over her shirt pocket. Her hair was short and she had a tough and slightly manly look about her.
"I need a duplicate of this key," he said, trying to be casual while he held it out.
"What's it open," she asked studying the key.
"A small padlock that secures a keepsake chest," he answered as she took it.
Jean studied the lock and key for a moment. Her face suddenly lit up as if she had just figured something out.
"I've got no doubt it locks up something important to you," she said smiling. "This is a chastity key, isn't it?"
David hadn't prepared for this. His stammering fluster prevented him having a smooth, ready answer which only confirmed her remark. But he still tried to play for denial.
"What's that? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Uh huh," she acknowledged. "I know you. She said. I always remember customers, I rekeyed the locks at your house after a guest you had left suddenly." She was flipping through an old fashioned index card file. "Yep, here it is. David and Sharon Dawkins, 6065 Newbridge Dr. Got the telephone number too. Why don't I call Sharon and ask her about the 'keepsake' box?" Jean was grinning widely now, clearly enjoying David's discomfort.
"Maybe I should just go somewhere else," David said reaching for the key.
"I don't think I should duplicate this key without checking, and I don't think I should let anyone else do it either," she said closing her fist around the key and moving back away from the counter. She fixed David with a look that said 'I mean business'.
David was completely broken. His plan was in a shambles, and he was at the mercy of Jean.
"OK. What happens now?" he asked. There was submission and defeat in his voice.
"For starters, how about you come back here and sit in that chair behind the counter," she opened the low swinging door and indicated a chair next to the wall. David was now in a small area where he'd have to get past Jean to get out of the store. "Now give me the lock, and the device." David froze like a deer in headlights. "Now!" He fumbled in his pants pocket and retrieved the lock, the device came out of his jacket pocket.
Jean took the device and lock and quickly figured out how it went together. It was a simple and elegant stainless steel design. The large ring had a square post on it that fit through an opening on the top of the penis cage. Holes on the post were for the lock's shank to slip through. Her attention was focused more on the lock.
"So how were you going to get away with this?" she asked out of curiosity.
David told her the whole story of the emergency key and how he could fake an emergency. He even elaborated on the emergency key tamper evident packaging. Jean listened with mild interest but was busy doing something with two keys that came with a similar lock. She finished what she was doing with the two keys and gathered up the device, new lock and keys.
"OK let's go in back," she said cheerfully to David.
Through a door behind the counter space was a crowded room that doubled as office and storage. Jean handed the device and the lock to David.
"OK. Put it on and lock it up."
"Here!? Now?!" he asked astonished and embarrassed that she would suggest such a thing.
"Just because I don't have much interest in them, doesn't mean I haven't seen what you have in there. Besides, there is no way you are leaving this store unlocked. So I'd get with it if I were you."
David reluctantly complied. He got the large cuff ring around his penis and testicles easily enough, but slipping into the cage was more difficult. He was not exactly erect, but enlarged enough to make slipping into the cage more difficult. With the help of a little lube that for some reason Jean happened to have in her purse he was at last in the cage and the lock snapped shut.
"Fine. Now let's call your wife."
David's defeated feeling was returning to panic now. But how else could this have turned out? Jean dialed the number.
"Mrs. Dawkins?"
"This is Jean at Silver's Lock and Key. Your husband David is here and he wanted to duplicate a key that I'm pretty sure you don't want duplicated. I'll let him explain it, then I'll talk to you some more."
She handed the phone to David. He recounted the whole story as he had told Jean. His plans for faking the emergency, getting the duplicate etc. There were times when Jean almost thought she could hear Sharon berating David. She was sure she heard the word 'betrayal' at least once. When the whole story had been relayed including how Jean made him lock up in a different lock he handed the phone back.
"Mrs. Dawkins, I've swapped out the lock you had for a similar one with different keys. I've engraved each key with 'Do Not Duplicate'. Now I can't promise that will stop some other locksmith from duplicating it, but it should help; most of us take those notices seriously." There was a short pause. "Well you're welcome, Ma'am. I was happy to help. No there is no charge, consider this just good will for a good customer." A longer pause, Sharon was asking something. "Yes, Ma'am, he was unlocked when he came into the store." Another pause. "I don't know if he did or not, but he is a guy, so..." Both ladies laughed at this.
David left and Sharon came by the shop later to pick up the new keys. Back home with David and Sharon things were quiet and the mood icy. Finally Sharon approached David.
"Obviously we need to talk about this," Sharon started.
"I'm so sorry, honey, it'll never..."
"Save your lame apologies," Sharon cut him off. "I know exactly what you're going to say; 'it will never happen again', 'I was so horny', 'please forgive me'. Am I right?"
David only nodded.
"Then let's get down to what we're going to do about it. I first thought I'd just terminate this chastity game that you wanted. But then I realized that I like it and I want it now and I'm not giving it up and we're not going back to the way things were," she was became louder and more strident with each phrase. Her tone made David realize that his best move was to say nothing. After a small pause to let her remarks sink in, she resumed in a calmer, more controlled manner.
"I've been thinking about corporal punishment. I've heard it can very effective, and since it is something you have expressed no interest in, I can be relatively sure that the punishment aspect will be foremost for you. So that is what is going to happen. Go to our bedroom." David headed to the bedroom with Sharon close behind him. Entering the room he saw that two pillows had been stacked on top of each other in the center of the bed and that each corner of the bed had rope loops apparently secured to the bed legs. David recognized the 'rope'; it was the nylon 'clothesline' stuff they had used to tie down boxes in the trunk when they moved into their house. To one side of the bed there was a simple wooden dowel, half an inch thick and about three feet long; the sort of thing you could pick up at any home improvement store.
"Get undressed, completely, and lay face down. I want those pillows directly under your hips." David complied slowly and fearfully. He wanted to beg off the punishment, accept some other form, but something in Sharon's voice told him that there was no point. When he was in position to her satisfaction she attached the loops to his wrists and ankles and secured them tight. Sharon knew that she needed proper cuffs that would secure without risking cutting off blood flow, but the rope would only get too tight if he struggled too much and this wouldn't take long. This was all she could get together on short notice.
"In addition to this caning, I'm starting your denial time over. Maybe in a couple of months we'll see about letting you cum."
"But I didn't cum when I was out of the CB," David protested.
"And I should believe that because your word is so good?" Sharon asked with a wicked smile. David knew better than to answer.
"Feel free to scream and cry in pain, even beg for mercy you won't get; but don't you dare threaten me or speak abusively to me. Oh, and I'm particularly sensitive to any bullshit about not deserving this. If I hear anything that sounds like that I'll whip you till your ass bleeds and then we'll go to the urgent care clinic just to get you humiliated."
