Keyholder

It's been a week days since I got the chastity device.

This is the weirdest thing. I'd never fantasized about chastity before, it was only when I started playing with sex toys by myself that I wanted to try it.

A couple of days ago I got some rope and tried some self bondage. This was after I read a few stories about it and it gave me a massive hard on. You see, I want to experience this shit. I want to actually experience being controlled and submissive. The actual physical sensations. And since I don't have a girl willing to do it with me, I am trying it on myself.

The self bondage wasn't as exciting as I had thought-- first of all it was really difficult. There's a lot to learn, and you have to make sure you can get out of the ropes. But if you can get out of the ropes, you aren't really tied up. It was still exciting, though.

As for the chastity device, I got a smaller lock. I had no idea they made tiny padlocks like that, but they do. Worked like a charm. So with the new smaller lock on I tried wearing it to work one day. With loose pants it was no problem. The key to the lock came with me, I wasn't confident enough yet. I needed experience.

Wearing the chastity device in public, at work, was distracting and arousing and amazing in so many ways. I could feel it all the time. Like... I was sitting in the middle of a meeting in the board room and my mind was on the sensation of being locked and restricted in my groin.

Part of the excitement of the chastity device was anticipation. Thinking about wearing it the next day, planning it out. That got me horny as hell and I masturbated twice before putting it on (which helped during the day because getting a hard on while I am locked up is no fun).

Part of the excitement was the feeling of release at the end, when I finally took it off. A tremendous sense of relief would flood me and I almost came without even touching myself.

Of course a large part of the enjoyment was the sensation of actually wearing it-- the weird uncomfortable hardness of steel around my balls, the constant discomfort, the feeling that I was doing something very sexy and sexual all the time I was in public and at work.

Fighting erections is tough because I really don't have enough room in that thing. My cock is big-- and when it gets aroused, it gets bigger. It really bulges and pushes against the cock sheath.

Urination takes a bit of work, too. That was probably my biggest worry before actually wearing it, was whether it was just a short term plaything or could be used more long term because I couldn't see actually peeing in it. There is a hole at the end, and in order not to mess myself I have to make sure the end of my cock was positioned properly. I blew it the first couple of times, but discovered that I could wash myself off pretty well in the shower. The spray from the hand held shower head would go inside the cage and wash myself off.

Once I got the hang of it, I wore it to work with more confidence and actually didn't have a problem. Peeing in the device is just fine as long as you manage it properly.

The most exciting time came last Thursday. I came home from work and walked into our complex with Katie. We said hi, I asked how her work was (she's a lawyer, I am an accountant). She was wearing a business suit, the kind that looks very profession and yet lets you know just how hot this babe is. I was wearing my chastity device under my jeans and I wondered if she could tell.

So we stopped and talked in a very friendly manner outside our condos and all the time I knew my genitals were locked up because I could feel every bit of steel on them. I was looking at Katie's gorgeous face and catching sneak peeks of her body, and my cock was expanding and growing and I could not stop thinking about taking off my chastity device and either sinking my cock into the lovely Katie, or just masturbating in my bed, knowing she was right there on the other side of the wall.

That time standing in front of her was maybe when I began to get the seed of an idea that I carried out yesterday.

See, having the key with me all the time is just contrary to everything the chastity device is about. It is about voluntarily giving up the ability to masturbate and have orgasms, but once giving up that right not having a choice in the matter is really important. The key... it stared at me and made me realize I could unlock myself any time I wanted. So the fun of wearing the device was really just the sensations it gave me, not the actual knowledge that I had lost control of my genitals.

The answer was obvious-- do something to put the key out of reach for a specific period of time. I know the concept of a keyholder, and also know there are small safes or boxes with timers on them. I looked into those options, and read about how one guy mailed the key to himself. I worried about that one because, well... what if something happened in the mail?

Then it hit me. Ideally, being locked in chastity is done while in submission to a woman. The woman is the keyholder. In order to really feel the concept of losing control, I needed a woman to be the keyholder.

Why not Katie?

There was no way Katie would just agree to some weird kinky sexual D/s thing with me out of the blue... but she didn't need to know, did she?

The yesterday I brought home a small box from work. I placed the key to the padlock in the box (I wasn't wearing the device yet). I taped the box shut with clear tape that would not come off easily at all without cutting it, and wrote my name on the top in black marker.

Katie was home. I had seen her come home an hour before. I went over to her door and rang the bell.

After a moment, she answered the door. She was dressed very casually, in a tight fitting tank top and tight fitting jeans. It blew me away-- she was sexier than I had realized. And she had a guest. Another woman was sitting in her living room.

"Oh, hey Len. Come on in. This is my friend Charlotte." We shook hands. I met Katie's friend Charlotte, which was unexpected.

Charlotte is the same age as Katie, just as good looking, but has dark hair and was wearing a sun dress that showed her tattoos. She seems a bit of an alt-girl. Not what I would expect from a young lawyer like Katie, but we all have our friends, right?

"What can I do for you?" she asked.

"Um... I was wondering if you could do me a favor? Would you be able to hold this box for me for safe keeping? Just for a couple of days?"

She took the box and looked at it with a frown. "What's in it? Am I going to get in trouble?"

"No, no. Honestly, it is nothing illegal or anything. It's something... well, it represents a temptation for me, and I want to try this-- as a way of just... removing the temptation, you know? So if I ask for it back during the next two days, just tell me no. In two days, you can give it back."

She looked at me like I was crazy, but then seemed to get an idea and had sympathy in her eyes. "Oh. This has something to do with... her, doesn't it."

She was referring to the ex I told her about. She thought it was something to do about the breakup and my heartbreak. OK, whatever reason worked. I answered vaguely. "Well, not directly, but..."

She put the box on her kitchen counter and said, "Sure, Len. I'll do that. See you Saturday night, then. Oh wait-- I am going out Saturday. Maybe Sunday morning?"

"That would be great, Katie. You are the best. Thank you so much!"

And I left... and Katie has my key.

I returned to my condo, inserted my genitals into my chastity device, and held the lock in my hand. I no longer had the key. Katie did. When I closed the lock, I was stuck and she was the only one that could let me out. That's exactly what I wanted so...

*Click* The lock went in place. And... I immediately regretted it. I should have masturbated first. I wanted to cum. My balls were full. I needed to get off. I was locked up for two, no two and a half days.

Calm... calm... I calmed myself down. I'd done this before. Not for two days, but for a full day at work. I could do it. Two days was a breeze. And the fact Katie was my keyholder made my heart pound and my cock began to grow and... I could not get her out of my mind.

So that was last night.

I am sitting here at my desk. It is 1 AM and I can't sleep. My cock and balls are locked up and I can't unlock them. Katie is asleep (I think) about ten feet away, probably half naked, and I can't masturbate. I can't cum.

I tried playing with myself in the cage. I actually humped the bed but the bracket of the device rammed into me and bruised me. That sucked. I then tried humping the wall of my bedroom, the one where I think Katie's bed is against on the other side. My mind liked that, but my cock just said, "Ow."

I have another full day like this before she will give the key back. I might try for it earlier. Or... not. It would be humiliating to go beg to her and have her say no. Which she would, of course.

Dammit, this is what chastity is all about. Really knowing that woman has the key and there is nothing I can do about it, and any attempt to do something about it will just make things worse and more humiliating.