Emily woke the next morning with a grin on her smudged lips. Her hand slipped inside the front of her steamy panties to check the chastity key hadn’t escaped in the night. Mmm, it was still in her custody, sewn securely in place. Perfect, he still belonged to her. She wondered if his night had been as wonderful as hers.  

Her grin widened cheek to cheek as she slipped her fingers back inside and pressed against her vagina. “Wow!” She panted, rolling onto her front to seductively knead herself against the white sheets.

Emily felt like a giddy teenager. Maybe it was love or maybe just the thrill of rediscovering her body. There was a man out there somewhere who was dreaming of her. Probably in bed like her, but with his cock locked agonisingly away. Why hadn’t she done this before? It gave her such gorgeously carnal thoughts.

She reached for her phone and scrolled to the photo of the man’s trim stomach, narrow hips and muscled legs, and the little steel cage bobbing where his cock should be. “Good morning, sweetie, this is the woman who controls your life,” Emily whispered to herself, grinding herself into the sheets, her fingers massaging her crotch. “Did you dream of me?”

“Oh sweetie, what would you do for the key?” Emily mouthed, kissing her phone.

This was fun, but she needed a surrogate, a proxy, for her locked-up man. She jumped up and skipped across the room to pluck her teddy bear from the cupboard. A gift from an old boyfriend that had way outlasted their short relationship. Her butt bounced excitedly in her red panties as she leapt back into her bed with her new sex slave.

“Let’s pretend it’s you in chastity,” she mouthed to the bear. “What will you do for your freedom?”

Now panting, Emily rolled onto her side and placed the bear against her crotch, pinning its body in place between her curvaceous inner thighs. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs lustfully, the toy buckling between her toned adductor muscles. “Mmm,” she moaned, her thighs tightening further as she stretched out on her bed, “A little stuck, are we?”

“Now that cage won’t unlock itself,” she mouthed, pressing the bear’s head against her vagina. “I hope you’re ready to serve?” she panted, rolling onto her front and massaging herself against the defenceless bear. With the aid of her vibrator and the bear’s nose, Emily orgasmed and lay purring with the poor bear still squashed beneath her wet shiny lingerie.

When she finally rolled her hips away to release her squashed captive, she placed the bear on the edge of her bed jumped up and sat on its face with its nose pressing up between her cheeks.

“I can do whatever I like with you, my darling,” she growled, “You’re locked.”

She played with its little legs that protruded comically from between her comparatively huge open thighs. “I’m sorry,” she apologised to the damp and flattened bear, “this keyholder thing has turned me into a horny sadist.” She paused and glanced across at her phone. “Do you think I should call him?” The bear didn’t reply. “Oh, I guess you can’t really talk from down there.”

Despite the bear’s contribution to what had been a wonderful orgasm, she rewarded it with only a single kiss. “Time to shut you away.” She smiled, dropping the bear unceremoniously into her laundry basket, closing the lid and sitting on top.

Fuck, she felt horny. “I need to meet this man,” she murmured to herself before standing up and padding barefoot to the shower.

*

It was now Saturday lunchtime, and the real world was catching up with her. Reluctantly, Emily pulled on a white top, blue figure-hugging workout jacket and black yoga pants. Her red lingerie showed a panty line beneath her scrunch yoga pants, but Emily didn’t care. There was no way they were leaving her body.

As she walked down the street to the grocery store, the world seemed depressingly normal. Her sleepy morning fantasies were long gone, and she felt an overwhelming urge to be idolised. She placed the shampoo in her shopping basket and then texted her caged man.

‘Tell me something nice,’ she tapped, moving on to the conditioner.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you,’ came the near-instant reply, ‘I hope you’re feeling gorgeous.’

Emily was now.

Her phone beeped again. ‘Long-term chastity more intense that I realised!’

That was good. ‘What are you doing today?’ Emily asked.

‘Waiting for your text. You?’

Emily realised that she was rubbing herself against the basket. Her long hair flicked as she spun around to check she was alone. ‘I masturbated with your key,’ she typed excitedly, followed by a ‘finger on lips’ emoji. Her own mouth was opened wide in awe of this tease that she’d become.

‘Wow! Is that why I can never have it back?’

‘Aha.’

‘Much more important use for it.’

Emily giggled and nodded in agreement.

‘And unstitching it would damage your gorgeous lingerie.’

Emily laughed out loud. This man was searching for reasons for her to keep him chasted.

‘Aha… too silky to damage.’

‘I believe you.’

‘My teddy bear knows… He went down on me earlier, and I pretended it was you.’

‘Whoa! Cage clamping down!’ Came the instant reply.

Emily dropped the conditioner that she was holding into her basket, spun around in a whirl of silky hair and ducked into the next aisle to make sure she was alone. This was crazy, she had never teased a man like this. Her phone beeped with a love heart and princess emoji. Emily flushed. She knew this was a just game, yet she was starting to believe her own superpowers.

‘I want emoji every hour,’ she typed, her gaze fixed on her phone to avoid embarrassment as she hurried to the self-serve checkout.

Emily had a permanent smile on her red lips and felt noticeably damp as she sat on the bus on the way home. She touched herself discretely beneath her handbag, thankful that she was wearing dark yoga pants.

She had teased him some more during the afternoon but had also enjoyed long periods of silence where she could almost feel his desperation. Again, she had no plans for the evening and again masturbated alone before falling asleep in her very used undies.

*

When Emily woke on Sunday morning, she felt the same hedonistic arousal as she stretched out on her bed. From behind a tangle of dark hair, she reached to turn on her phone. She grinned as she saw the repeated heart and princess emojis but then sat bolt upright with a start as she realised that he had sent them exactly on the hour, every hour.

“Oh no, no,” she mouthed, springing to her feet to dissipate her energy. He must have treated her offhand tease as a command and stayed awake all night.

She was about to text back and apologise, when a smile danced across her lips. She placed her phone on the bed and sat on it to prevent her fingers from doing something rash. “Think, Em,” she mouthed, “Play the game.”

As she sat thinking, her phone beeped and vibrated beneath her. She checked her watch and yes, another hour was up. “Okay,” she mouthed, imagining his sleepless night filled with erotic thoughts about her. Plus, the vibrations beneath her butt felt nice. If only he would text again.

Emily released the hot phone, composed herself in goddess mode and typed. ‘Good morning.’

‘Good morning. How are you?’ Came the immediate reply. ‘How’s the bear?’

Emily grinned. This man was jealous of her stuffed toy. She searched deep among her used clothes for the bear and promptly sat on its body with its face and pointy nose posed for service by her crotch. ‘It’s where you should be,’ she typed, her words accompanied by a picture of the bear dwarfed beneath a wall of damp, red silk.

She could already feel the connection with this man, and her heart both ached and glowed at the thought of what he must be going through.

‘What was your penis like before ‘click’ day?’ Emily wanted to know.

‘Big. No complaints.’

‘Send me a picture.’

‘Don’t have any,’ he replied.

“Slip it out and take one.’

‘How? Pierced. Steel cage. You have only key.’

“Wow, why do I like that so much?” Emily mouthed to herself as the bear started its work.

She paused, a little confused by her feelings. She was starting to fall for this guy, but she was also enjoying the huge rush of sexual therapy in denying him. She felt a tingle run up her spine. She hoped like hell that his cage was truly inescapable and that she could bring this gorgeous man to his knees. She took another picture of her bear’s head sticking out from between her parted thighs.

‘What would happen to your cock if I sat on you?’

*

Emily had initially said no to the man’s proposal, but the thought had seeded itself in her mind and inside her pants. She had finally agreed and was now trembling as her taxi pulled up outside the upmarket bar.

She clipped across the pavement in her highest of black heels with her shortest cocktail dress bouncing over her long pantihose covered legs. This already felt taboo and risqué even before she placed the ornate black mask over her face and strutted into the masquerade-themed night.

With an unfamiliar confidence, Emily felt tall and elegant, her long dark hair and short silky dress swaying as she scanned the room. Her nerves were jangling as she spotted the gorgeous man in a green shirt and tan trousers standing by the bar. He was tall and slim, and she was delighted that he seemed only a few years younger than her.

“Wow, I can’t believe you’re here. You look wonderful,” the man blurted from behind his own mask. Emily tingled. He seemed genuinely blown away by her presence.

“I thought it only fair to come tell your cock about its life sentence.” Emily smiled, her opening line a little more teasing and enigmatic than she’d intended.

The man’s eyes were dreamy and lost in thought, as he discreetly touched his crotch. Emily could tell that he was unsure whether to kiss her, instead gazing into her eyes with a nervous attentiveness.

“Does this happen every time you see a woman?” Emily asked, her complete control over him giving her the confidence to step closer and kiss his lips.

“Just with you,” the man replied with a tinge of desperate longing, “The feeling’s getting more intense every day.”

Emily tried hard to keep a straight face. Her mind was flicking through all the possible ways she could torment this gorgeous guy. Just having his key had dominated his week. The physical reality of his cock in a high-security cage and what might happen if she chose to keep the key.

“Just seeing you feels so nice,” he replied.

To Emily, this was surreal. A man who would normally be out of her league who looked ready to drop to his knees to worship her. His eyes with a peaceful, blissed-out gaze.

Emily followed him to a table and watched intently as they sipped their Champagne. She tried to talk, but the conversation was limited. Emily wasn’t going to reveal anything about herself, and the man seemed too besotted to remember her name even if she told him.

The man leaned in, squeezed Emily’s hand and gazed into her dark eyes which was all he could see through her ornate mask.

“So, tell me, is your teddy bear giving you all you want?” he smiled.

Emily’s grin broadened; their minds were in sync.

He leaned closer. “I can’t be your boyfriend as a goddess has locked my cock,” he whispered seductively.

“Oh, she must be cruel to do that.” Emily giggled, their lips almost touching.

“Yes and no,” he replied, “But if you want a sex toy.”

“Mmm,” Emily mouthed as they kissed, “Is your place near?”

*

Emily’s excitement was making her giggle as they arrived at the man’s apartment. Still masked up, Emily soaked in the minimalist, open-planned space with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city. She slinked over to enjoy the view as the man ducked into the bedroom and reappeared with a black leather bondage mask.

“This is the mask I mentioned.” He seemed hesitant, unsure whether his keyholder would really take him up on his offer.

“Aha.” Emily smiled enigmatically.

“If I put it on, you can come out from your mask?”

“Go on, put it on,” she grinned sassily.

Giddy from Champagne and excitement, Emily watched eagerly as the man turned his back, slipped off his masquerade mask and pulled the leather bondage hood over his head. The black leather plunged him into complete darkness with only a small airhole by his nose and a zip that could easily be slid across to seal his mouth.

“Can you lace me up?” he called, turning back around to reveal his chiselled feature now wrapped up in constricting leather.

The fit was cruelly snug, skintight leather gripping from every angle, which only clinched tighter as Emily’s fingers pulled on the laces. She finished by buckling up the thick leather straps and nodded approvingly as the man handed her two small padlocks.

“Keys? You really shouldn’t.” Emily cooed as she locked the man’s mask in place.

The blindfolded man was now even more at the mercy of his smouldering date as he pulled at the locked hood in the hope of just one more glimpse of her body. Emily’s libido was firing with nothing left to stop her from indulging every fantasy on this helpless man.

“You didn’t think I would actually put you in that, did you?” Emily teased.

“I was kinda enjoying watching my keyholder.”

Emily lifted her dress and stroked her painted nails across her panties, “Mmm, now you don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, yeah, do you have a needle and thread?” Emily asked innocently, “I want to sew the padlock key next to your cock key.”

“No, no!” The man cried with a sense of panic, “I will need to get out of this mask!”

Emily clamped a manicured hand to her painted lips to stop her giggles from emanating. “I hope you’re not disobeying me.”

“No mistress,” he gasped.

“Good. Think of the positives…. now I can take off more than just my mask.” Emily teased, circling around her prey.

The man was panting through the open zip, grinning as much as the tight mask would allow.

“Now show me your cage.”

Emily gazed like a kid at Christmas as the man removed his chinos and briefs and then his shirt. This was surreal, a wonderfully toned man with a tiny, small silver stub that hung limply from his crotch.

“It doesn’t do much,” Emily remarked, flicking the steel back and forth.

“It wants to,” the man panted.

Suddenly, Emily skipped in and kissed the man on the lips, darting playfully away as he spun around in a futile attempt to follow her. Emily was bubbling with mischief, stepping close again to pull the zip across his mouth. She used the last padlocks to fix the zipper in place and then swung away with the key in her hand.

Emily was in hysterics as the man tried to move his jaw in the body-hugging leather and when that didn’t work, he tried to open the padlocked zip.

“So close,” Emily purred, moving in to hug him, pressing her lips against his through the leather.

The control she had over this man felt exhilarating. She had never been this forward or confident with a lover and it felt wonderful. “Let’s go to bed,” she growled, taking his hand and leading him into his own bedroom.

Emily lay the man on the king-size bed before slipping out of her black cocktail dress and heels. It dropped silently to the floor, her forty-year old curves now on display, hungry and ready to consume this man. To enjoy his body with complete anonymity.

Feeling like a love-stuck whore, she prowled forward and knelt astride his body. She ran her lips up his chest and over his nipples while his hands explored her body, teasing her thighs and breasts.

The man was trying to talk, but his jaw was trapped in its leather straitjacket, leaving him tugging at his padlocked mouth.

“Poor sweetie,” she purred, “Again, I have all the keys.”

The man eased her closer, and Emily gladly complied, wriggling further up the bed until she was sitting over his mouth. She looked at her reflection in the mirror in awe of herself. She had never sat on a man’s face before, and it felt thrilling and decadent to thrust her damp red panties against him.

Her date was mumbling a lot for a man who couldn’t form a single word. She lifted her crotch off his mouth for a moment and listened, but she was none the wiser, shaking waves of dark hair back and forth in response. Was he begging for release or maybe offering oral sex? Emily decided that she needed to find out.

She edged backwards onto his chest and plucked a small key from her bra. She popped him open and unzipped his lips, soaking in his delirious smile before reciprocating.

“Choose your words carefully,” Emily teased, “… cos I’ll lock you back up in a heartbeat.”

His smile widened, as did hers.

“Would you like me to kiss the key?” he panted, his hands lovingly caressing her silky butt, “Wherever that might be.”

“Mmm, that might be nice,” she murmured demurely.

Emily slid forward, a hedonistic thrill pumping through her trembling body as the man kissed his chastity key through her panty crotch, his gentle touch rubbing and stimulating her labia. Emily was shaking as she gently thrust on top of the unknown man, pausing only to pull aside her panties and allow his lips to press against her flesh. His tongue was now inside her, circling and pressing and bringing her to an inevitable and inescapable orgasm.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Emily cried, sliding back onto his neck and gripping his head with her thighs to stop her from falling off. With the room spinning, she leaned forward into a Yoga child’s pose with the man’s head trapped inside.

“That was so beautiful,” he panted from somewhere inside her, “You are so wonderful… and generous…, and …”

While Emily loved the compliments, she felt embarrassed by how selfish and bitchy she was being. She could so easily release the desperate man from his long-imposed chastity, but instead she chose to fuck his face. So, with the compliments still continuing, she simply zipped up his lips and padlocked him shut.

“I’m sorry, that was mean,” she purred, lying back down to mould her bare breasts around his leather-clad face.

The man soon caught on, letting out a mumbled cry of frustration and lust as he realised that the lock leather mask was separating him from his keyholder's soft bosom.

“I’m here,” she whispered, enjoying the feel of his heartbeat as they lay silently together.

Slowly, Emily turned around, straddling his face as she lay back down on his body and slipped the cock cage between her lips. “Can you feel that?” she asked, the man answering her with gently thrusting hips.

Emily lifted up and looked between her legs. The man was trying to talk again, and finding his padlocked lips a hindrance. She grinned; she knew he was desperately trying to seduce the woman who was so tempting perched on his face.

“I think I know what you want,” Emily whispered. “Let’s see if I’m right…”

She scooted back and unlocked and unzipped his mouth and then eased her body back onto his hot, panting breath. Both his tongue and his lips were now inside her as she plunged down on his face.

“Fuck, let’s do it!” Emily cried, turning back around to lie on top of his waiting body. They kissed through the open zipper, Emily so open and wet that his little silver stub slid inside her. Only an inch and a bit, but enough to stimulate Emily’s vagina and bring her to a unilateral orgasm. She cried out as she climaxed and then flopped down onto his hot body.

“Did anything happen down there?” she asked, hugging him with suddenly heavy, sleepy eyes.

“No… You have me caged,” the man replied.

“Mmm, and that’s how you want to stay, isn’t it?”

“For tonight… yes.”

“It’s forever, sweetie,” Emily murmured bewitchingly, “The key will still be in my panties when I leave tomorrow morning.”