My story so far.
My name is Brianna, I am by way of education a physiatrist. Not really relevant to this story but in a way ironic as I was now my own case study. But in reality I was a keyholder to a stable of boys I called my locked boys. My friend, and now Mistress/owner, Melissa had gotten me into keyholding as a way to make money while we were both in college. After college she went on to be a real, scary dominant mistress. I kept and grew my stable of locked Boys to the point where I made a good living and didn't have to work hard.
Win win.
Online, I would tease my boys, laugh at them and assign them tasks, in an attempt to make their time caged fun for them, well maybe not fun, but they enjoyed it. But that was online. It wasn't something I wanted IRL. No, I wanted a man who would take care of me but wasn't subservient to me.
Yes I wanted my cake and I wanted to eat it as well, as the saying goes.
That all changed when my boyfriend, who I suspected might be the one, had put on a cage I had in my work stuff, and locked it. I told him to take it off, and this story would have ended there if he had. But no, he wanted to see what it's like.Then I, in a fit of stupidity, sentenced him to a week locked.
You see, what I have learned, and what they don't tell you on the websites that sell cages, is that the desire to be kept locked builds until it's an addiction.
Sure you could cut the lock and be free, but that's hardly the point is it?
The person locked wants to be locked, wants to feel owned, wants to be denied that basic ability to touch themselves and to cum. They float in a mix of subspace and pre orgasmic bliss.
Often being released is almost a let down and soon they start dreaming of being locked again, with longer lock up times. Eventually they start wondering what it would be like to have that ability, the ability to cum, taken away forever. Permanent Chastity, permanent frustration.
Now my boyfriend, because of my decision, was on that path.
Also because of my decision, so was I.
At the end of the week sentence I had given him, I unlocked him, as promised. We couldn't have sex as I was locked as well, but feeling guilty, I gave him the best blow job I could, he came hard.
"Now throw that cage away and stay free." I told him.
But he had enjoyed himself too much.
"Just one more week, baby, that was the best cum I ever had."
I tried again. "As of Sunday I won't have the keys anymore, your cock won't belong to me, it will belong to Melissa, get out now while you can."
"Isn't she unlocking you on sunday?" He asked.
"She said she was, but she never said she wasn't locking me back up." I said with a sigh. I knew I could just tell her I was done, but...but that would be a lie. Last weekend she had released me after locking me in a chastity belt, and I was disappointed. I wanted more, I wanted her to take my freedom, to own me, to...
The truth was I loved it, I felt free for the first time in my life. I still didn't want to become addicted to this damn belt, but I loved that I had no control over it. A week without sex was no big deal, I've done that many times. But it's like the cat sleeping in the bedroom, perfectly happy, until you close the door, then he wants out. I didn't think about sex, well not that much, but once those locks closed it's all I could think about.
"I have to bring all my boys keys, if you lock up, you are one of my boys. I will give her your keys. She will control when and if you ever get out again." I said. " Are you ready to take that chance?"
"I kinda am, I mean you're gonna be locked so I will join you, we can both suffer." he said sheepishly
"Go lock up then. Don't say I didn't warn you."
The next morning I was excited to get to Melissa's house. I couldn't wait to be her slave again, although I suppose I've felt like her slave all week.
"OH, you came back." Mistress Melissa said sarcastically when she opened the door. "Before you enter, from today on, kneel and kiss my boots"
Was this it? Was this the line too far for me?
My stomach fluttered and I sank to my knees. I could feel my pussy flood with moisture. My breathing became shallow and I lowered my head and placed a kiss on the toe of each boot. I felt dizzy, and I loved it.
"Thank me...slave."
"Thank you Mistress."
"Now as long as you are down there, crawl into my house." Mistress ordered.
And I did. I crawled into Mistress's house, and stayed on my knees until Mistress closed the door.
"Crawl into the dungeon and then you can stand and get undressed. I will be in shortly."
I did as commanded.
Mistress entered the room a little while later.
"OK my slave, you may speak freely for a few minutes. How was your first week of chastity?"
First week? I thought. Excitement and fear flooding my brain at the same time.
"Overwhelming Mistress, all I can think about is sex". I replied.
She chuckled. "Did your boyfriend ask to be locked again?"
"Yes, I warned him he would have to answer to you from here on out if he locked up, he said he would take his chances."
"Realy?" Mistress exclaimed. "Well, he might come to regret that decision. Did you bring the keys to all your Boys?"
I nodded and pointed to the necklace full of keys I had placed on the table.
"Good girl. We will discuss that later." She said with a grin."Now we are going to begin, you know the rule, no talking unless I tell you to."
"Yes Mistress, I remember." I said, instantly knowing I had broken the rule. Had I done that on purpose? Deep down I had to wonder.
Anger flared in Mistress's eyes, then she smiled, in a scary way.
"Seems my new slave wants to be gagged. Well I won't argue with that,"
She went to a cabinet and took a moment to select the appropriate gag. She turned back to me, keeping it out of my view. With each step, my dread and excitement built. Dangling it in front of my face, I saw it was a cock gag, but a small one, maybe four inches.
"I hope your Gag reflexes are under control, this will be in for the whole session, and the next as well."
I didn't resist as she inserted it and pulled the straps tight. I did gag a little but kept it under control.
She put some cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Then returned to the cabinet. Returning she put a collar on my neck.
