Ex Girlfriend Turned Keyholder

It had been a less than a month since our breakup when Zeynep sent me a text message.

*Still have some of my clothes at your place, let me know if tomorrow evening is a good time to collect. Z*

I stared at her message, feeling the painful emotions caused by our breakup rise up in me again. One month hadn't been nearly long enough for me to heal, and I wasn't sure if seeing her again was the best thing for us. But it was her stuff, after all, and the meeting would be brief. I messaged back: *Sure* and a few moments later she replied with a thumbs-up.

I sighed and looked around my apartment, surveying the mess I hadn't been bothered to clean up over the previous month. There were good and respectful breakups. Zeynep and mine's hadn't been one of those. The same passion that had characterized our good moments had made the end of our relationship unexpectedly painful. Zeynep and I had met at a medical conference five years before and we'd had an instant rapport. For my part I had been attracted by her attractiveness, poise, confidence, and we'd started seeing each other not long after that. The good times had been plentiful, but the frequent fights had cast a shadow over our relationship for as long as I could remember. Remembering the last one, the one that had led to our breakup, I had to admit to myself that I hadn't been all innocent in them myself.

*It will be a short meeting for her to collect her stuff, and then it will be over*, I told myself.

- - -

The next day after work, I received a surprise that temporarily distracted me from Zeynep's impending arrival. There was a package waiting for me on my doorstep. When I opened up, I found something that I'd been waiting for for some time.

For many years now I'd fantasized about chastity play with a partner, although I'd never divulged these thoughts to anyone I'd dated. With Zeynep in particular, I dreaded the scorn she would show towards such an "unmanly" fantasy. After the breakup, I'd decided it was a good time to try some solo play, and I'd ordered a customized chastity cage to experiment with.

I quickly wolfed down my dinner. It would be a couple of hours by the time Zeynep was done work and at my place, so I had a bit of time to experiment with my new purchase. I unboxed the package and admired the device. I'd splurged a bit for a shiny stainless steel chastity cage from a well-known maker. The steel bars looked intimidating, and I could tell it would be very hard to escape from it once I was locked in it.

*Let's try this on*, I told myself. Fetching a bottle of lube from the bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and lubed my penis generously. I was already extremely hard just thinking about the prospect of locking myself into that cage, and so I decided to step into the shower and splash myself with cold water until my erection subsided.

Once it had, I pulled my balls through the base cock ring and attached the locking pin. I then pulled the cage on. I tend to be a grower, and the custom fit device was quite small. I then picked up the included lock, threaded it through the spot where the cage and locking pin intersected, and pressed it to lock with a satisfying click.

*This is it, I'm locked in chastity*, I thought to myself. I felt an odd sense of anticlimax as I put the key in the box and walked around my apartment, admiring my new cage. It would have been much nicer for this moment to have happened with a loving partner to explore with together. The cage was certainly made well. It allowed just enough space for my flaccid penis, and certainly wouldn't allow even the tiniest erection. I looked at myself in the mirror. Perhaps my next relationship would be with someone whom I could be more open with regarding my sexual fantasies.

Just then, I heard the sound of the key turning in the lock.

*I'm naked wearing a chastity belt!*, I thought to myself in panic. I had only a split second to react. I lunged for the nearest pair of sweatpants which I'd mercifully left lying on the floor the previous night. I had just enough time to hurriedly pull them on before the door opened.

Zeynep walked in confidently. My first reaction was annoyance. *Why on earth didn't she knock*, I thought to myself. *And who uses a key to enter their ex's apartment.* But that was just like her -- she had a fiery confidence that bordered on entitlement.

An instant after though, I had a chance to really look at her. In the pain of the breakup I'd forgotten just how attractive she was. Zeynep had long dark hair that elegantly framed her face -- large, expressive eyes staring at my with surprise. She was wearing a tight tank top, somewhat sweaty due to the unseasonably warm weather outside, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra, I could clearly see her nipples sticking out through the thin white fabric, stretched over her luscious curves. She was wearing a tight black pair of booty shorts, and as she turned slightly I saw that they weren't even long enough to fully cover her gorgeous ass. Her bare legs were long with just a hint of muscle, and I felt the sudden desire to grab her hips and have my way with her, just like before.

Seeing her caused me to get hard instantly, except of course, I couldn't. My expanding penis hit the unyielding metal bars of the cage and I let out an involuntary "Ouch!".

Zeynep looked at me. "Something wrong?" she asked.

I recovered myself. "No, sorry..."

There was an awkward silence, during which the unpleasant memories of our breakup seemed to expand and fill the space between us. I had no time to dwell on this, however because I was in a bit of a spot. I was dressed in nothing but a part of tight sweats, and if Zeynep cared to look she would undoubtedly see the faint outline of my new chastity belt. Even more pressingly, the box in which my cage had arrived was lying on the floor right next to the front door, and Zeynep had only narrowly missed noticing it as she entered.

"Well anyway, I don't know why you aren't wearing a shirt, but as I said yesterday I'm here to collect my stuff..."

"Yes, let me get it..."

I hurriedly went to the bedroom and collect the box of her things I'd prepared, thinking fast. If Zeynep turned around to leave now she was guaranteed to see the cage box, conspicuously marked as it was. It was imperative that I distract her so that I'd have time to get it out of the way.

"Here you go." I gave her the box. "Would you like a cup of tea before leaving?" That would give me time to move the box out of the way as I went to the kitchen.

Zeynep looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you trying to be nice all of a sudden? You do realize that I'm your ex now."

"Yes, you see, it's this thing called good manners, Zeynep..."

"Don't you dare patronize me! You have no right to tell me about manners, after the way you spoke to me last time!"

"Oh, and you think you're a fucking angel do you! Strutting in here without even knocking, acting like you own the fucking place!"

I was starting to get seriously annoyed at her. Who did she think she was? But my annoyance was nothing compared to Zeynep's anger -- her beautiful eyes were narrowed with rage and she was raising her voice loudly.

"I tried my best for you, you know! But it's always the same with you, you want things to be a certain way and if it doesn't turn out that way, you can't handle it-"

"All I said was I didn't want you talking to random guys all the time, especially when it's clear that all they want is to get in your pants! You were my girlfriend!"

"You had no right to control me! I never would have thought an instant about cheating on you, no way! You know very well I work in sales in a male-dominated industry, and talking to men is part of my job."

"Oh really? Maybe the problem is just that you're a fucking bitch."

There was a split-second's silence.

"What did you call me?"

"A fucking bitch!" I yelled, knowing full well that I had crossed the line and not giving a damn. "All you care about is flirting with guys, I saw you talking with that client of yours at work!"

Zeynep had been shocked into silence for a second, but found her voice.

"How DARE you!" She screamed. "How DARE you! I never showed anything but love for you. And this was how you repay me? By doubting my faithfulness? For your information, I had ENDLESS chances to cheat on you. All those business trips I didn't take you on, I had so many men propositioning me, some of whom I have it on good authority had massive cocks and actually knew how to fuck a woman! And not even once did I put as much as a fucking TOE over the line, I stayed faithful to you! I stayed faithful to you because you treated me well and took care of me! Even though all I had to look forward to back home was two minutes of disappointing pumping, a premature orgasm and endless demands for blowjobs!"

I was starting to feel like this conversation had gone further that I'd signed up for. And what was all this about my performance in bed all of a sudden? "Look, Zeynep..."

"No YOU look! After all of those accusations, how come you never talked about you and Anya much huh? That wasn't flirting for you? But of course, you're allowed to do what you want, sure, it's me who had to be a good girl and be nice, not talk to any guys, keep you well-sexed. I'm sure you're seeing her already, aren't you?"

Zeynep was starting to tear up, and I instinctively stepped forward and put my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch, and I started to feel my cock come alive again, although of course it coudn't get hard. Zeynep started to melt into my arms, but then seemed to collect herself and wrenched herself away.

"Not a good idea," she muttered. "It's time to go."

She turned to leave. As she opened the front door, her foot hit the chastity cage box.

"Oh sorry, wait what is this?"

And before I could stop her, she had picked up the box and was inspecting it. She looked back at me. "A sex toy? So I was right. You and Anya are already an item. Already experimenting with toys are you?"

"No of course not..."

"Don't you dare lie to me! I'm leaving now, you can do what you like!"

"Wait Zeynep, I need the key in that box."

"What, this thing?" She opened the box and took out the key. "Ah of course, this is another amusing game you can play with your new girlfriend! You know what, I'm going to keep this! Yes, that's why you bought this silly thing right? Maybe I'll give it back to you, maybe not, of course, being a "fucking bitch" I might not be nice enough to bring it back!"

I started to panic. "Zeynep, I really need that, you can't..."

But the word seemed to trigger her. "Can't! Always the need to control with you! Well, what are you going to do to stop me? That's right, nothing! You can go to bed tonight, with your tiny penis safely locked away, and deal with the frustration! God knows I had to deal with it for five years!

And without another backward glance, she was gone.

- - -

And just like that, my chastity fantasies had become a terrifying reality. I was too stunned to move for a while after she left. Not that I could call this a fantasy at all. My impulsive ex-girlfriend had simply walked off with the key, what the FUCK was she thinking?

I paced round and round the room. Slowly, the heat of the moment started to cool off. I realized that it had been pretty rude of me to call her a slut, and decided to try texting her again.

I decided to text her.

/Hi Zeynep, I'm really sorry for the comments I made. Could you bring me the key back? I really do need it. /

I hit send, and sat back on the couch with a sigh, being sure to keep my phone in sight in case she replied. It was rare for me to lose control and call someone names like that. I was the careful, analytical type, always reasoning and rationalizing things out. In relationships, I was the one who would keep the spreadsheets, fret over what needed to be done and when and overthink things all the time. Zeynep couldn't have been more different. Her mercurial personality meant that she could be making passionate love to me one moment and then yelling the next. Our opposites had attracted, in a way. Zeynep had appreciated the stability had brought, while I had to admit that things were never boring with her.

It was soon bedtime and there was no response to my text. I decided to go to bed. I'll figure this out tomorrow, I told myself, as I undressed, brushed my teeth and got into my comfortable bed.

As I pulled the covers over me I thought about the day and how unpredictable it had been. I felt so much anger at Zeynep at being so presumptuous and putting me in such an awkward situation, as well as anxiety. I has ordered an extremely secure stainless steel cage, made to fit my flaccid penis like a glove, and there was almost no room to manoeuvre. It would be extremely embarrassing to go to a locksmith, and yet I knew from long experience that when Zeynep was upset it took her a long time to cool down and get anywhere close to reasonable. When would she reply to my message?

As all these thoughts raged through my head, I felt a dull pain in my penis. Looking down, I realized I was getting hard! Trying and failing to; there was not an inch of space available to expand into! It was impossible to get an erection. Somehow, this situation was making me aroused!

But maybe it wasn't so surprising, I thought, as I calmed down a bit and the pain subsided. I had always fantasized about having the most personal part of me under the control of a woman I was attracted to. And now my beautiful ex-girlfriend had the only key to my very secure device. She could hold it as long as she wanted, keeping me denied and horny, making me do her bidding for even the slightest chance at a release. I imagined her teasing me with her gorgeous curves, but not allowing me anything more and dangling the key just out of reach..

My penis started pushing hard against the unyielding steel of the cage, confirming what I had thought. There was some part of me that *liked* this.

- - -

The next day was rough. I had a a hard time getting through work with the constant distraction of the cage around my penis. I'd always imagined that I would have some time to get used to the cage before I wore it 24/7, but I was diving into the deep end. The weekend was even worse, without the distraction of everyday work. I did my best to go about my day as normal, but I wouldn't be able to go more than ten minutes without thinking of my predicament. Increasingly, the longer I was caged, the more thinking of Zeynep caused me to get aroused rather than annoyed. This wasn't helpful though, as the compression of my penis against the cage was extremely uncomfortable. By Sunday evening, I realized I couldn't go through this any longer.

*Text her, or go to a locksmith?*, I thought. But before I could make my decision, I heard my phone beep.

It was Zeynep. Finally!

*Apologies for Thursday. I'm in the area, can return your key if you are at home.*

I replied. *Sure, see you soon.* Then I collapsed onto my couch with relief. Hopefully this ordeal would be over soon.

Zeynep rang the bell ten minutes later. She was wearing a short, casual, white dress. I could see her nipples sticking through, she was clearly not wearing a bra. She gave me a look that clearly indicated she would rather not be there.

"Hey, let's keep this short. I'm sorry about last Thursday, here's your key," she said, dropping it next to the shoe rack as she spoke. "Have fun with it. I'll see you around, or not."

She turned and made to leave.

"Wait," I said.

She turned, her hand on the doorknob, frowning impatiently at me. "Yes?"

I paused briefly. I knew what I had to say next could change things forever. I still had a chance to say nothing, let her leave and probably never see her again.

"I kinda liked it."

"What?"

"What you did - I liked what you did. Taking the key away,"

There was a long pause. There was a complex expression on Zeynep's face that I couldn't really interpret.

"I yelled at you and took your key away without your consent. I refused to communicate with you when you told me you needed your key back, because I was enjoying the idea of you suffering locked up in a cage. Are you trying to tell me that you actually enjoyed that."

"Yes". The die was cast, I had spoken. I felt a sort of panicked regret. Maybe she would just laugh and leave?

Zeynep thought for a moment and then seemed to come to a decision. She kicked off her sandals, and walked over to the couch, sitting down with her legs crossed. Her dress rode up in that position and I caught sight of the pink panties she was wearing. The sight made my cage become uncomfortable tight again and I winced.

"What kind of game are you playing with me?" she asked, fixing me with a stare.

"There isn't a game, I mean it was really just..."

"I was a devoted girlfriend to you for three years. I took care of you, cooked you meals, listened to your problems, I was always there for you. And then you dumped me, because you were too insecure about spending time with a bunch of guys for work, even though I never would have dreamt of cheating on you. I didn't get ANY encouragement for anything I did for you, do you even understand how I felt?"

"And now, I act in frustration and do something I probably shouldn't have done, and you... ask me for more? Are you for real right now?"

"Yeah, it's kind of a fantasy I've been having..."

"We BROKE UP!" she yelled, "because of you! And you have some nerve to be coming back to me now, asking to to indulge a fantasy of yours."

Zeynep stood up, her face contorted with rage again. She strode over to the door and picked up the key and flung it towards me with so much force it rebounded off of the window behind me and flew half the way up the hall again.

"We're done. Done means done."

And she left with a slam of my door behind her.

---

"Oh, sounds like he's just a sub." said Ayda lightly, after taking a sip of her margarita.

"What do you mean?"

Zeynep was still feeling the after-effects of her interaction with Lian the previous day, and was expecting much more outrage after recounting her story to her best friend.

"He's a submissive. You unintentionally created a rather stimulating experience for him and something he wants more of."

Zeynep was now feeling somewhat indignant that her friend wasn't giving her the response she had been looking for.

"Ayda, this guy literally dumped me, and now he's asking me to play a role in this twisted fantasy! This can't be normal!"

Ayda smiled. "I'm not saying what he did was great, there's definitely some communication issues here that need to be... corrected." she pronounced the last word with a purr that betrayed an almost indecent excitement with the idea. "He doesn't sound very experienced with BDSM and has probably been carrying around these fantasies for a while. Chastity in particular is a very common one."

"How do you know about this," Zeynep asked suspiciously. Ayda's smile gave her all the answer she needed. "You don't mean -- Victor isn't..."

"Oh yes, he's been in chastity for years. Come to think of it, I haven't let him have a proper orgasm in, let's see... has it been five weeks already?"

"No way... Victor agreed to this?"

"Oh yes, he's about as submissive as they come. More than anything, he craves the loss of control that comes when I hold his key for him. But you would know all about that -- didn't you take his key without even agreeing to this with him first?"

Zeynep blushed. She still felt deeply embarrassed by what she had done. "I don't know what came over me. I saw the sex toy packaging and you know... there's been this girl at his work Anya, and I had been getting a little suspicious of her. It's unfair because that's exactly what I felt he had been unreasonable over -- my needing to network with men for my work. But I guess I didn't do the right thing."