In Her Lock And Key

"How do you know it will fit?" he asks. He rotates the male chastity cage in his hands, running his fingers along the hard smooth plastic.

"Oh, we'll make it fit," she laughs. "Don't worry babe, I've studied videos."

"Studied. Right. You've got a wicked streak Kim. It kind of scares me. Sometimes I wonder what I'm getting into," he says, grinning.

"You won't be getting into much, especially pussy, with this thing locked in place."

"Are you sure it's not dangerous? What if my head explodes from dangerous sperm buildup?"

"You'll dribble, darling, in a cute and sexy way. Don't worry, I'll make sure it is worth your while. I'll take care of my sweet little locked up honey pie."

"One week, eh?"

"That was the deal. You got the bike, I get the fantasy. When you're out cruising the highway this summer with your buddies, it will all be worth it. I've always wanted to try this with a guy. You're the first one to agree to it," Kim says. "I'm going to take really good care of you, baby." She guides him to the bed and has him lay down. Kim drags her eyes along Tommy's lithe frame. At 6'4", fit, and 25, Tommy is a stallion. That is precisely what makes the act of locking him in chastity even sweeter. She hungers for control and mastery over him. By controlling his carnal capacity, she feeds a deep lust within herself.

He reaches to embrace her, his cock stiffening in the process. Kim's got a killer body of her own. At 19, what she lacks in experience she makes up for with exuberance. She is beginning to discover the power of kink and how she is wired differently from other girls.

"You're going to have to holster that pistol, mister," she says.

"I can't help it, Kim. And besides, I know how much you love my dick. Are you sure you can go a week without it?"

"What a gentleman. Don't worry about me, babe. I have fun activities planned for us. Your cage adds spice to the stew. Trust me, you're going to be so turned on that you'll be begging not to be released. But when I do, it will blow your mind."

"I'm in your hands, baby."

She slips the base ring around his cock and balls, careful not to brush against him too much. His semi-hard cock is a problem and she'll have to deal with it before she can apply the cage. She considers blowing him and dealing with the flaccid aftermath. Too easy. Plus, she knows that the process of installing the cage is already working on Tommy's mind. She knows he's engaged and his arousal is spiking. That is something she wants to build upon, not eradicate with a quick orgasm. Besides, for the next week, she's the one who gets to cum, not him.

This is Kim's time to shine.

She applies a thin coat of lube to his penis to cut down on abrasions within the cage. She purchased the biggest model she could find, and is relieved to see it will suffice, once he cools down. The hard plastic is open to the air through slits of mercy, allowing for easy cleaning and urination. She slides the sheath over his penis and lets it rest, untethered. Kim slides up his body and curls in against his arm, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. She waits.

They lie in peace, each lost in their own thoughts. Kim feels herself getting wet and aches to ride his erection. But she also relishes in self-denial and consumes her desire with joy.

She notices his relaxation and slides down to swiftly click in the guide pin and twist the lock into place. The key takes a couple tugs before it slips out of the device.

"Oh god, it is adorable," she whispers. She taps the cage with her long fingernails. Click click click.

"Might want to stop that, Kim," he says. "I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure my erection will not fit inside the cage."

"You won't get hard, baby. Oh, you'll want to and your body will start it, but the discomfort will bring it back into line. You get to feel what I feel when pleasure starts to build without any way to release it. Well, I imagine it would be similar. But I'd like to test that theory. And I mean now." Kim scurries up his body and plants her pussy on his face. She stifles his objections as her sopping wet lips meet his tongue and mouth. Kim fills the room with moans as she massages her nipples to spur on a burgeoning orgasm.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming on your tongue! Oh yes!"

Tommy's massive hands cradle her ass cheeks. Encouraged by her moans, he eats her with abandon. His face is slick with juices as she gushes into his mouth. His crotch aches with pressure but he soon forgets it as he focuses on Kim's pleasure. After a time, her body stops shaking and she retreats to his embrace. They fall into blissful sleep.

Through the next days, Kim takes Tommy on a tour of sexual exploration. She enjoys holding dominion over their sex life. Tommy proves to be an adept student. She suspects that he has always had it easy around sex. She's certain that girls have always fallen for him. He has the height, the body and the charm to dribble off any girl's panties. Kim knows a little bit about that herself. There is a reason they make a hot couple.

With a willing accomplice, the pair engage in a variety of kink and fetish activities. Kim discovers that she loves tonguing Tommy's asshole, and delivers tongue strokes until he quivers with pleasure. Tommy seems to take to chastity. He surrenders to pleasure, as evidenced by his shrill moans and the unintelligible babble that spills from his lips whilst in the throes of passion. Kim discovers that the reciprocal is even better. She spends hours that stretch like days receiving the royal oral treatment. A locked up Tommy is an eager Tommy, she finds. She feels tries to help by sucking his balls, but it only makes things worse. His arousal continues to spike. She gorges on his growing lust.

By the seventh day, they're both ready to explode. It will not be a day of rest. But with any luck, they will both see god.

"I'm so ready, Kim. When are you going to give me the key?" Tommy's eyes are wild and wicked, his hunger unhinged.

"We have to wait the full seven days. I snapped you closed at 3:56PM. You'll have the key by then, I promise." She rises to her toes and plants a kiss on his cheek. She leaves a trail of lipstick, but decides to leave it.

"That's like, four hours from now! You wait till this comes off, you're going to get fucked into next week, I promise you that." He grins and buries his face in her neck, hands snaking around to pull her tight against him.

"Whoa, save it for later, tiger. I'm going to bake us a special batch of pot brownies. Extra strong." She plants her hands on his chest, pushing lightly. His muscles ripple under her fingers. Her knees weaken, but she focuses on the plan.

"Oh fuck, you know I love banging you when we're high. That's the best idea ever," he says.

"I thought you'd approve. In fact, I was counting on it."

Kim scurries into the kitchen. Soon, the scent of freshly baked brownies hung in the air, a decadent swirl of melted chocolate and sugar, tempting with every breath and promising indulgence. And a special additional ingredient, legal cannabis. They hadn't gotten high together for awhile, so it was a sure bet that he'd go for it.

And right on cue, as Kim lifts the brownies from the oven, Tommy bursts into the kitchen. He shakes with anticipation and scans the clock on the wall every few seconds as he tries to make small talk, trying to pass the time.

She smiles and indulges in his arousal and anticipation. She can see him pulling at his bonds, aching to be free. She fears what will be released, but at the same time, she desires it. She needs to know what she created, and how this will change him. She can already see the subservient streak building in her lover, if it wasn't there before. They have much to discuss and explore, once they're not so clouded and blinded by deep need.

She might be younger and less experiences than Tommy, but Kim has delved into dark and deep places on the web longer that she'd care to admit. She discovered strange and amazing worlds hidden in text, hidden in plain sight from the lazy consumers of pornography. She frequents sites where liberal minds meet and share fictional encounters. They spur her imagination and her lust. She is addicted to cumming to a morning story. She feeds her body and her mind.

Fate has dealt her a willing partner in Tommy. He survived the week by thriving in his new role. His moans and groans and shouts of gratitude proved the depth and the delivery of her pleasure. He never came, but he ran that silver edged threshold until his soul echoed with pleasure.

"Baby, just in time! I want you to sample a bite. They're hot so just swallow really fast."

She blows on a small piece, cooling it for him.

"Ok, you don't need to blow on that for me. When I get this off, you'll have plenty to blow." He snatches it from her fingers and pops it into his mouth, barely savoring the taste before he swallows. He chugs a few chasers from a water bottle. "Delicious! And just in time to get showered up and ready. I see we're in the final hour, my darling sexy goddess."

They split ways and prep for the ceremony, but not before indulging in a few pieces of brownie. By the time they come together, they both have a healthy glow and a burning desire to culminate the experiment.

"You look hot," says Kim. Tommy is wearing a tight tank top and boxer shorts, the classic tough guy look. He moves like a panther, ready to spring. She has been wet for days and wonders if he can smell her. The experiment taught her an appreciation for denial and the nexus with growing desire. She feasted for a week, but was certain to save dessert for the last.

Kim's not done, quite yet. The sweetest denial lies in the final stages. Like edging, the hardest portions are within the moments before the cataclysmic eruption. She sees the fear in his eyes, and the growing understanding. He thought he was here to regain his masculinity and take her. Kim has other plans. She needs to punctuate the sentence and demonstrate who is truly in command.

She's dressed as a dominatrix. In sleek black leather, her outfit clings to every curve with precision. The corset cinches her waist tightly, accentuating her commanding posture. Thigh-high boots click with each purposeful step, the shine of patent leather reflecting the low light. Around her neck, a silver-studded collar glints, matching the cuffs she carries in her gloved hand. Every detail, from the lace-up bodice to the sharp heels, screams authority and control.

"You look hot, too," he whispers. His eyes fall to the floor as he obediently awaits her command.

"My darling lover, have you enjoyed yourself this week?"

"Yes, I never knew that chastity could be so exciting. Not being able to jerk off has been hard, but you did things to me that I'll never forget."

"I set records for orgasms, I think. Thank you for your attention to my entire body. It was a delight. But I expect you're tired of small talk and want to talk about the key, am I right?"

He nods vigorously. "I can't wait to unleash my python. He's going to eat everything in sight!"

Kim moves to the couch and lays back. She spreads her boots and reveals the depths of her arousal. Her pussy drips as she beckons him.

"Come and eat me," she orders. He drops to his knees, confused by the turn of events. She grabs his face and pushes it into her, gasping with pleasure. Her body convulses on his lips as an orgasm rips through her. He laps at her juices, moaning loudly. She becomes equally vocal as her eyes roll back in her head.

Tommy pulls his face free and gasps for air. "Baby," he says, "You gotta get this fucking thing off me right fucking now. I've never wanted you more!"

Kim's breath is ragged and thick. She shuffles into his arms and kisses him, savoring her taste on his lips. They giggle together as she licks his face.

"Tommy," she whispers, "You already have the key."

He smiles and kisses her. "I love you," he says.

"I love you too."

"Isn't that the key?" he says. He raises his eyebrows.

"No, Tommy, I mean you have the key already. I gave it to you."

"I don't seem to recall you giving me the key to the cage. We are talking about the same thing, right? The teensy-weensy tiny key that keeps the cock cage locked down on the base ring? The tiny little piece of metal that keeps me from getting a full erection and taking us on an express trip to pound town? That key?"

"Yes, that tiny teeny key. I gave it to you. In the brownie. Bonn appetite!"

He stares at her incredulously. His eyes twitch. Kim holds her breath, suddenly uncertain of her plan.

He laughs. "God Kim, what the hell?"

"I guess you're going to have to wait a little longer to get free, eh?"

"Goddamn I hate you right now. But I have never loved you more. I can't even do the math on how long this might take. Maybe if I wasn't so high I'd be mad, but that's some funny shit."

"I guess you could always try vomiting?"

"You know I can't do that. No, the key is coming down the Hershey highway."

"I do have a suggestion," she says.

"Yes?"

"You might want to eat something in the meantime." She gestures down, "Might as well resume the position, darling."

She lets him devour her pussy for a minute before she can't stand it any longer. He had taken it so well; he deserves a reward.

"I want to suck your cock, Tommy. I want you to fuck me until you've all the pussy you can handle. I want you to cum deep inside me. I want you to use me as hard or as soft as you like. Tonight, I'll do anything and everything you want. I'm yours, body, mind and soul."

"After I shit out the key?"

She reaches into a pocket sewn into her corset and retrieves the chastity key.

"I wouldn't feed you a real key, dummy. Don't you think that would be dangerous?"

Tommy's eyes light up as he grins and laughs.

He swallows his laughter the moment the lock clicks open and the cage slips off.

Tommy delivers on his promises.

Hours later, they lie in an exhausted heap of satisfied flesh.

The cage lies discarded and forgotten on the nightstand.