Only Fans Keyholder Pt 02

"We'll have a great time together"

Those words filled me with excitement and dread in equal parts. A horny trepidation. I had no idea what to expect.

"Now let's get you cleaned up." She released me from my restraints and showed me to the en-suite, allowing me to shower. Washing away the premature cum from my body felt good, watching at least a portion of my shame pour down the drain. But looking down only reminded me of what was now between my legs, my new prison. Whilst in there, I took the opportunity to examine my cage. A large steel ring sat at the base of my cock and balls, it linked to the barred cage my cock was now entrapped in, held in place by a small but secure padlock. The metal was solid, no escape. The most embarrassing thing? My cock didn't even fill it, a good half inch gap between the end of my cock and the end of the cage. She was right, my little dick was now where it belonged.

"You better not be trying to escape in there! Hurry up."

When I walked back into the room after drying myself she was laid on bed, red thong now removed. Revealing her pussy and neatly trimmed landing strip. Next to her on the bed she had the large black dildo from the clip.

"Well I'd better film some content today I hadn't I? You better make yourself useful in one way or another, since your cock wasn't. All my equipment needs packing up and putting in the car. What a waste of a set up." She got herself comfortable and began filming on her phone. "Hi sluts, unfortunately not the hot subscriber hook-up video I had promised you all today. There was a little problem." She looked directly at me over the phone as she emphasised heavily the 'little'.

I began un-plugging the equipment and taking down the tripods, glancing over at her as she rubbed her clit talking to camera. I looked down at my cock desperately swollen straining hopelessly against the bars of my cage.

"But I couldn't leave you all hanging, and I thought I deserved some 'big' 'real' cock." She picked up the dildo and sucked on the tip. "Sometimes you have to rely on yourself when no-one else can satisfy you."

Each thinly veiled insult stung, but they didn't reduce any of my swelling and discomfort. If anything it was making it worse. Zipping the last tripod into its bag I looked back over at her as she eased the length of dildo into her pussy. Slowly pulling it back out, it was already glistening with her wetness.

"Oh my god it's so big. It feels so good to be filled." The torment was getting too much to listen to, I quickly put my clothes back on and grabbed the bags and car keys from the side. Tesla, obviously.

As I walked out into the hallway and down to the lobby all I could think about was my cage. The ring around my balls held my package up, creating a bulge in my pants, the denim to gently rubbing gently against my cage. I didn't even remember how I got down to the car park, so preoccupied with all the new sensations I was feeling. Thankfully it took no time at all to spot her car, my money was on the baby pink Tesla.

I heard her moans in the hall before I even got to the door, I was so lucky no-one had walked in on me earlier. She was laid spread eagle on the bed as I was, phone propped between her legs. Filming the black plastic cock pounding deep inside of her, she groaned in pleasure every time she managed to push its full length in, the fake balls hitting her ass. I squeezed my bulge as she came, desperate to jack off to the live show.

Once she had finished, she instructed me to clean and pack her dildo while she showered. Lifting it up I was amazed by the weight, surely no-one was hung like this? I had a quick check to make sure she'd left the room and and I held the dildo against my waist. The difference, between it and what I had now locked away, was astonishing. With the other hand I slowly started to jack the dildo off, imagining how it would feel if it were mine. How differently today would have gone if I'd have been hung like this, I closed my eyes and pretended it was my own cock I was jerking.

"Oh wow, you've really taken to his haven't you" Her voice shocked me and I dropped the dildo immediately, she grabbed a towel from the floor and headed back to the ensuite. "Hey don't let me disturb you." She laughed.

Once she was dried off and ready she changed into some tight ripped black jeans and lace tank top. I went to hand her back her car keys and she looked at me confused.

"What, you think I'm driving? I don't think you understand. You are now my chauffeur, my cameraman, my maid, whatever I need you to be. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress." I took the keys and we headed back to the car.

In the lift she leaned forward and cupped my bulge. "How's it feeling? You'd better get used to it."

She kissed me gently on the cheek as the doors opened to the lobby, her hand still on my crotch. We walked out to the car and I climbed into the drivers side, even this added to my embarrassment. Usually I'd never have been seen dead in a baby pink car, never mind drive one myself. I went to start the car.

"Urm. What do you think you're doing?"

"Chauffeuring you? Aren't we going to your house?"

"Yes, obviously!" She snapped slightly in her response. "But you don't just go buy yourself a present and leave it in its wrapping do you? You don't get a brand new toy and leave it in its box?"

"No?" I wasn't sure where this was leading.

"Exactly. I want to see my new toy. Get it out."

"What, here?!"

"I didn't ask." She said, matter of fact. As she played with the key around her neck.

Fuck. I unbuckled my jeans and opened the fly, revealing my locked cock.

"All the way off now, that's your punishment for talking back."

I dutifully obliged, fearful of the punishment if I tried to disagree again.

"That's better." She smiled and gave my balls a quick hard squeeze. "I'll direct you to your new home."

The drive back was terrifying. I daren't look anywhere but forward, scared to catch someone's eye, what if they knew? At the lights a truck pulled up next to us, they'd have a full view of everything if they just looked down. My locked up little dick, naked. She smirked as she looked at me, enjoying watching me squirm in my seat. She only made the drive worse by starting to wave at drivers as we overtook, even flashing her pierced tits a few times at truck drivers who pulled their horn. Each loud honk startling me every time, one of them must have seen. After she'd had her fun she cackled and fondled my balls for the rest of the drive.

Her house was something to behold, electric gate on her driveway slowly opening to show a double garage attached to a large, white, fenced, one-storey house. Once parked and un-packed she declared she was going to give me 'the tour'.

"So, here is the kitchen. Where you'll be cooking most of our meals." She gestured toward the large cream and silver kitchen, marble countertops framing the edge and the large island in the centre. We moved onto the next room along the corridor. "This is the living room."

She continued up the hall, clearly in a rush to show me the highlights. My mind was racing too much to concentrate. Was this my new home? What the hell was I going to do about my actual home? What did she have in store for me? The fear of the unknown ignited some sort of flame in me, spurring me on.

"Here is your room." A small room, magnolia walls and single bed with cream sheets. No extravagancies, no unnecessary extras. "And here. Here is my favourite room. You'll get to know this one so very well." She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked this door before opening it. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to behold. A large room, black tiled floor, dark red walls. And littered with furniture, but not the average furniture of an American home. In centre of the room stood a large leather X, cuffs chained to each point. A large cage stood in the corner, big enough for a full grown man to crawl inside of. Other leather chairs of various shapes and sizes were scattered around the room, the walls adorned with all sorts of toys and tools.

I walked over to one wall that specifically caught my attention. 11 chastity cages hung on the wall, all similar to my own with a gap where my own had clearly been taken from. Most smaller than my own, only a couple were larger, however some definitely were cause for concern. One was black with sharp spikes pointed inward, I could only imagine the discomfort that would impart. Another steel one so small it was basically flat. Another tiny pink one made from plastic, the slit in the end shaped into a vagina. What on earth had I roped myself into. A glance over to the other walls only made the weight in my stomach sink heavier, whips, masks, strap-ons, cuffs, chains.

"You'll be spending most of your time in this room I imagine, setting up for shoots. Cleaning up after 'shoots'." She smirked. "Now I'll leave you to explore you're surroundings. I've got a few things to pick up, I'll be around an hour." She blew a kiss as she walked away. "Behave."

I clearly heard the front door lock as she left and noted she had never given me my own key, she'd left me trapped in multiple ways. I retreated back to my own room, there was too much in this 'sex palace' to digest right now. I phoned home and explained to my flatmate I wouldn't be returning anytime soon so he could rent out my room, claiming to have found a job abroad during my holiday. I phoned my family and gave them the same bullshit story, accepting my fate.

The next morning she woke me with a sharp tap to my swollen balls.

"Rise and shine sleepy. We have work to do." She looked down at me beaming as I opened my eyes. "Well, you have work to do."

It took a few moments for me to catch up with my own situation, the last couple of days being a blur. In a new country, embarrassed by my favourite OnlyFans creator, now living in her house. Cock locked away at her will.

"Get yourself dressed. Your first job is breakfast!" She turned and walked to the door, giving me a perfect view of her round ass wrapped in tight purple yoga pants.

I stood and saw she already had my clothes laid out for me on the desk. On top sat a black collar.

"You have two options" She leaned against the door frame, arms folded, pushing her perfect tits together in her sports bra. "While you're in the house you can either have my new toy on display for me to see at all times." She gestured toward my crotch, were my tiny limp dick hung uselessly behind steel bars. "Or you can wear this collar for me. To remind us both of your position in this house. You are mine to do with as I wish and one of these must be on display at all times."

She played with the black leather collar as she spoke to me, it had a small silver hoop on the front. She passed it to me and I dutifully obliged, fastening it around my neck. She tugged on the hoop pulling me towards her face, planting a kiss on my cheek, my face so close to her neck I could smell her sweet perfume.

Once dressed I headed for the kitchen and began cooking us breakfast while she sat at the table.

"Big day today, I have a shoot this afternoon. So, as soon as we're done here. I'll need you to set up the red room ready for us."

She kissed me again on the cheek as I cleaned the dishes and told me everything must be ready for filming when she returns.

"Oh and you better be back in your room when I'm back too. You don't deserve to see what I'm filming yet. You'll probably only make a mess of your little cage if you did!" She laughed as she left and I watched her speed off the drive in her Tesla.

I returned to the red room at the back of the house. I got butterflies in my stomach everytime I stepped foot in here. Stomach in knots of dread and excitement. Nervously, I walked across the room and examined the wall of whips.

I didn't even know there were this many methods of delivering punishment. Before me hung whips of every kind imaginable, and a few unimaginable ones. A large stiff leather paddle with metal studs adorning the edge, a long black riding crop with a small leather fork at the end, another smaller black flogger made up of multiple whips the end of each in a small knot, a flexible red cane that came to a sharp point at the end and the largest of the lot a long woven bull whip at the end of the handle sat a large silver butt plug.

I traced my fingers along the edge of each, sending shivers through my spine, I dreaded the day I felt her wrath. I headed over to the drawers on the opposite wall looking inside I found an array of toys. Even more chastity cages than the ones on the wall. At least 40 different types and sizes of buttplug, a colourful array of vibrators and dildos of dizzying sizes.

I quickly got to work thinking she may return before I'd finished and I'd find out exactly how she used some of these whips and toys. I set up for shoots in two places of the room, one for the bed on the far corner and one for the curved leather chair close to the centre of the room. I set up lights around each, and tripods with cameras ready to film. I pictured all the different positions she would be twisted into around the chair. Imagining how good it would feel to hold her down and pound her into the leather, this could have been me if not for my useless little cock exploding so quickly.

Once I'd finished the set up I retreated back to my room as I'd been instructed, just in time it had turned out. I heard the electric garage door opening just as I had shut my own bedroom door. I sat on the edge of my bed and listened intently. I heard her laughter first as she opened the front door, followed by the sound of a slap and then a deep male laugh joined hers. Then silence. What were they doing? I imagined him placing her on the counter top and kissing her, or was she already on her knees?

Footsteps broke my daydream as I heard them walk past toward the red room. I moved along to the other end of the bed, closer to the wall bordering theirs. I clearly heard belts unbuckling and zips before clothes were thrown to the floor.

"Fuck yeah. Suck my dick you filthy slut." Muffled through the wall I wasn't sure of the exact words but I filled in the gaps. My cage became increasingly uncomfortable as I listened to her new friend degrade her on camera. I heard her moans loudly and clearly through the wall as they began to fuck, reaching down into my pants to hold my caged package I felt a sticky mess of precum.

I pulled my wet pants down and gently squeezed my balls as I listened to him grunt with every thrust.

"Fuck me with your huge cock."

My imagination was into overdrive. If I'd received footage of this when I was a subscriber I think it would have melted my mind. This continued for a good 40 minutes, I didn't move an inch the entire time. Straining to hear every groan, every thrust, every breath. My dick was aching by the end, straining against it's metal prison for far too long. My hand, still massaging my balls, was now coated in my own precum which had continued to drip like a faucet all over myself.

"Fuck I'm cumming."

Where was he cumming?! If it was me I'd have chosen her incredible tits, or her beautiful face, if I was permitted maybe even in her pussy. I bet it felt so good inside of her. When I heard footsteps again returning to the front door, I quickly lay back in my bed pulling the covers over my dripping cage. Trying not to make it so obvious how desperately I had been listening. They shared their goodbyes and she closed the door behind him. She swung the door open to my room and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending I'd been napping this entire time.

"Fuck off, you're not asleep. I know you'll have been listening to every second." She glanced at my clothes on the floor. "Plus that big wet spot on your boxers kind of gives the game away." She stepped forward and pulled my covers away, revealing my sticky little cock. One hand still cupping my balls and she laughed. I turned and looked at her.

She stood there, naked. Make up smeared across her face, shining drops of saliva, sweat and cum dotted around her body.

"Now your third job of the day is to clean up after us." I sat up ready to go tidy the red room and pack the equipment away. She pushed me back into the bed. "Urm where do you think you're going? You can clean the room later. I need cleaning first."

She spread her legs and kneeled over my face. The smell of sex was overwhelming, a heavy scent, a thick mixture of sweat and cum that hung in the air around her. Her pussy was red and swollen, clearly having taken a heavy pounding. Her lips already spread I could see her soaking hole stretched out from his girth. From the depths of her I watched as a river of white cum steadily began to flow out from within her. So that's where'd he cum. Just as his cum began to pool around her shining pussy lips she lowered herself onto my face. My mouth instinctively opened and I pushed my tongue out, ready to taste their combined flavours. She was so wet, large thick drops of salty cum fell into my mouth as I lapped at her used pussy. She grabbed my hair and grinded herself onto my face, smearing their combined cum all over me.

"Clean his hot fucking load from me. He fucked me so good. His huge cock completely filled me, I could barely take it." She groaned as she spoke, pushing herself further into my mouth causing another waterfall of his cum to pour from deep inside of her. "And he fucked me for what felt like hours. Not like your tiny little cock that shot it's useless load as soon as I breathed on the pathetic thing." Her teasing hurt but only spurned me on to lick her pussy more intensely. I fully buried my face into her crotch, losing myself in her musk unable to breathe I sucked and licked every drop of his cum I could find out of her. She near screamed in pleasure. "I bet the video's going to be incredible. My subscribers are going to love it. Once you're done cleaning you can edit it for me."

As her orgasm subsided she lifted herself off my face. Gasping for breath my entire face was soaked in a mixture of liquids. I climbed out of bed and reached for my jeans.

"Uh-uh. You can do it naked. Be quick I'm getting in the shower and I expect it to be spotless in there when I'm done."

When I walked into the red room it was obvious where they'd been. The sheets on the bed were spotless and unmoved. The leather chair, however, was a mess. Streaks and stains coated it, smears of red lipstick where her face had clearly been pushed into the leather. Just as I'd imagined. I proceeded to wipe the chair down. Picturing what exactly had been happening at each moment to create each stain. Working out where she's been sucking his cock from the drops of saliva on the floor. Picturing where her clit had been grinding against the leather as he bent her over and fucked her, sticky streaks of her pleasure left behind.

It was all too much. I reached down between my kneeling legs and tried to jack off through my cage. The metal rubbing against my straining cock the closest to pleasure I could get. I stifled a moan as I tried to focus on the tiny fractions of pleasure underneath the discomfort of the still sticky cage rubbing on my uncomfortably aching cock.

"What the fuck are you doing." I spun round and saw her standing in the doorway, shining body still dripping from the shower. "You're supposed to be cleaning. But here you are trying to jerk off a limp dick. Pathetic." I let go of my cage ready to apologise but she interrupted me before I could start. "Hands of your cage. You've got 10 minutes to finish cleaning while I decide what to do with you."

Terrified I quickly finished tidying up, cleaning away the remaining evidence of the hot pounding she'd received moments before.

When I returned to the kitchen I found her sat back at the island in her yoga pants and sports bra again. Fucking hell she was so hot, the lycra tightly hugging every curve.