Her Uncle&#x27;s Keyholder

by TiltingatWindmills

story tags: chastity, femdom, female_domination, incest

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Niece finds the only thing better than teasing is denying

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*Note from the author*

/This story contains themes of female domination and male chastity. If
that doesn't interest you I'd recommend another story. This story
occurs in the same world as Election Night Denial but should still make
sense if you start here instead./

Attending a two-day keyholder training session was not Vanya's picture
of an ideal weekend. But her best friend Isla had convinced her to
join. Isla had been enrolled by her mother, who insisted that since
Isla had turned 18 she needed to start contributing to the family by
supervising her older brother's chastity schedule. That meant taking
the keyholder course which was necessary for any female under 21
looking to supervise. Vanya was headed to Nurse's college after this
final semester and saw the training as a way to get a relevant summer
job at a government chastity clinic. And since Isla's wealthy mother
had offered to pay the course fee, Vanya agreed.

The first day and a half had all been textbook style learning. Lots of
diagrams, videos explaining the latest research, and a remote lecture
from a urologist. On the second day things became a little more
hands-on. The young women were given power tools and practiced safely
removing chastity devices from dummies, a precautionary skill required
in the case of emergency. Then finally, fifteen men who were normally
serviced at the government clinic arrived as test subjects.

"There are a few types of men who go to government clinics." The course
instructor droned as the men lined up against the far wall facing the
students.

"The first are men who can't find a keyholder. Maybe they don't have
family that want to take care of them and they can't lock down a long
term partner. For this reason a lot of women think of the clinics as
being a little seedy because it's where the leftovers have to go. But
there are also men who are fiercely proud. Some of these men fought in
the riots and then of course lost. Others might be businessmen or
politicians who were used to being in charge or hold strong principles.
They would rather come to a clinic and have some measure of
independence than hand over their keys to a relative. Sometimes it can
be hard to tell which is which, so please try and refrain from judging
prematurely."

Vanya looked at the fifteen men, one by one, trying to guess what had
brought them here this day.

"Now I'd like each of you to come up and select a test subject."

Vanya and Isla happened to be in the front row. Not from eagerness, but
because those were the last places claimed that morning and they had
been late. Now they quickly stood up and made their way to their
preferred subjects.

Isla stepped next to a man who was only maybe an inch of two taller
than her, but whose broad shoulders and tattooed forearms had caught
her attention as soon as he walked in.

Vanya stood next to a tall black man wearing slacks and a button up
shirt. His face was clean-shaven and his hair was cut neatly and close
to the scalp. She imagined him as the proud professional that the
instructor had described.

"You don't generally need to spend a long time speaking with your
subjects if you end up working in a clinic. But a brief history can be
helpful. At the very least it's good to ask if they've experienced any
discomfort and for the last time of ejaculation. Take notes on your
clipboard and when you're ready you can ask them to disrobe."

Vanya turned to her test subject. "Hi, my name is Vanya."

She waited. Apparently her subject had not been expecting pleasantries
at all.

"Oh sorry, Michael. I'm Michael."

"Great, and Michael have you experienced any discomfort lately?"

"No, I have not."

"Great, and when was your last ejaculation or nocturnal emission?"

"It was two months ago."

Vanya tried to hide a grimace. They had learned in class that if left
unattended, many men would masturbate every day. And although she knew
that men who relied on government clinis were often neglected, she had
assumed this meant every other week at worst. This man needed relief.

"Alright, well let's see what we can do for you. Please take off your
clothes and we'll have a look."

The other students were much faster than Vanya, and most of their
subjects were already standing naked. Michael untucked his shirt and
undid the buttons before pulling it off and setting it on a nearby
desk. Vanya observed the goosebumps on his skin. Was he cold? Nervous?

He fumbled with his belt briefly and then down came the slacks and then
next the underwear. Vanya knelt down to inspect his cage. The new
designs, as they had learned, were rather marvelous. No signs of
chaffing and no odours to indicate that independent hygiene was an
issue. She clinically noted down the lack of space between the head of
the penis and the end of the cage and then was ready for the next step.

She made eye contact with her subject and he nodded as if to say that
he was ready. Then she reached out and steadied the cage by his
testicles. He gasped and closed his eyes. His knees actually quivered
slightly.

Vanya gave him a moment to adjust and then inserted a key provided by
the instructor and turned it. With the cage unlocked she expected the
device to come apart more easily, but the dummies she had practiced on
did not have penises that grew the looser their prison became. Vanya
had to change her grip several times and pry the device off to allow
her subject's swelling penis to escape.

Finally she stood and stepped back. She admired the criss-crossing
veins and the bulging head. It was fast becoming an enormous python and
she was both fascinated and afraid to touch it.

"Now in a clinical setting 99% of subjects will take care of
themselves. The exceptions include rare cases such as some medical
patients. But in homelife a woman may of course choose to take care of
her charges. Many women in fact forbid their spouses from every
handling their own cage or penis. To prepare you for those situations
and to complete your education, we will now ask that each of you bring
your subject to ejaculation. Gloves and lubricant have been provided.
Most of the subjects will need very little stimulation to finish, but
we have provided fifteen minutes before break in case you have
difficulties or want to take your time."

Vanya looked over to Isla who was already putting on gloves and
lubricating her hand. She did likewise and then decided to kneel so as
to have a better view.

Michael's penis was fully erect, and rather magnificent. Easily the
largest member in the room, when Vanya went to wrap her hand around the
base she found that her fingers did not meet. Despite seeming to try
and stifle it, Michael let a moan escape.

Right, Vanya thought, I'll have to be gentle if I don't want him
exploding right away.

She ran her finger along the top of his shaft up to the head and then
repeated the move along the base, finding that he responded much better
to the second half of the movement. So she again ran her fingertip up
and down the underside of his shaft a few times before stopping to
gently fondle his balls.

She was interrupted when she heard Isla's subject cursing to himself.
She turned and watched as he sprayed cum onto the floor and Isla
hurriedly grabbed some Kleenex to absorb the later spurts. She looked
across at Vanya with a guilty face and a laugh.

Vanya decided that wouldn't be happening to her. She spent the next ten
minutes slowly teasing Michael every way that she could think of. Soon
all the other students had finished with their subjects and gone for an
early break, except Isla who sat on a desk watching.

With five minutes left Vanya stopped kneeling and stood to her feet. As
she did she felt her panties shift and realized that she had become
quite unexpectedly wet. Made sense though, this was like sex, so it
seemed like a normal enough time to get a little aroused.

Now she gripped Michael's shaft by the base and began a regular
stroking motion, as many of the women in the room had employed before
finishing off their subjects. Michael's breathing was deep and heavy
and he saw her glancing down her tank top. Feeling a little spicy, she
leaned forward just slightly to give him a better view.

"You, number 8." The instructor interrupted. "Keep your eyes off the
students. You can look straight ahead or close them but that's not what
you're here for."

Michael muttered an apology and closed his eyes.

A little disappointed, Vanya decided she would have to find other ways
to tease him. She cupped his testicles as she lightly stroked his shaft
and listened to his breathing. As it became more ragged she watched as
he almost imperceptibly began moving his hips. She stopped suddenly. He
opened his eyes to glance at her and then closed them again remembering
the orders.

She started up again, this time stroking more quickly and with a
stronger grip but stopped after only a few seconds. He sighed with
disappointment.

She squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the power she had over this
man who towered over her.

She started again, and then stopped quickly. Started again and then
stopped. Time was running out and she heard him whisper to her.

"Please, please don't do this, it's been so long."

She ignored his comment and gripped him with both hands, making a
corkscrew motion up and down his shaft. He moaned loudly but she
stopped and watched as his cock dipped and rose in place.

"Okay Vanya," the instructor interrupted. "I think you've proven you
have a hang of this. If you've decided that the subject doesn't deserve
to finish because he was gawking at you then you are well within your
rights to deny him until his next visit. Whatever you've decide, he
only has another sixty seconds left."

"Okay, thank you m'am." Vanya replied cheerfully.

Vanya waited as the instructor turned her back to gather papers on her
desk and then when she was fully in the clear, she stepped on her
tip-toes and whispered into Michael's ear.

"I'm going to let you cum now, Michael."

Then she raised her one leg so that it pressed against his testicles
ever so lightly and rubbed the underside of his shaft across the top of
her thigh.

Michael groaned and swore and released a torrent of white cream. The
initial spurts easily cleared her leg but as the contractions slowed
she worried some might land on her thigh and so she stepped back and
released her grip. Michael sighed with disappointment. Vanya smiled.

As she surveyed the mess on the floor and savored the image of Michael
slumped over and breathing hard, she knew she had discovered something
about herself. Controlling a man's penis was not only empowering for
her, but hugely erotic. She would not settle for playing with strangers
at a clinic. She wanted her own man under her thumb.

---

Anton saw the opened envelope and letter on the dining room table.
Without checking the envelope he unfolded the paper and noted the
government letterhead.

This letter is to indicate that, pursuant to the recently passed LB-11,
all visa holders, including Anton Stanovic, are now subject to the same
chastity regulations as US Citizens.

Anton Stanovic is therefore required to register with the Department of
Chastity and follow one of two courses of action.

1) Anton Stanovic may choose to find a private keyholder. Such a person
must be 21 years of age or be qualified under the Keyholder Licensing
program. If a private keyholder is selected registration including
photographic proof using the memspecs online system must be provided
within seven days. A variety of privately designed chastity devices
have been approved by the government. A list of those devices is
provided at the bottom of this page.

2) Anton Stanovic may instead opt to register with a government clinic.
In this case the charge (Anton Stanovic) must appear at a government
clinic with approved government ID in no less than two weeks. A
government issued device will be provided. Due to processing delays,
the earliest that a supervised release date can be scheduled would be
for three months after this initial registration. We therefore
recommend that a private keyholder be selected if possible.

If you have any questions you may contact the government hotline listed
below.

Marissa Acton,

Acting Head of the Department of Chastity

Anton checked the date. It must have arrived yesterday. He paced around
the kitchen brooding for a few minutes. It was 4 pm, she would be home
soon.

Without waiting he opened up on her. "Vanya, what is this? Why did you
open my mail?"

"Whoa, easy Anton. First of all, that's my mail, not yours."

"Umm, it has my name all over it missy."

"Yeah, it's about you, but check the envelope."

He turned over the envelope.

"To the presumed Keyholder, Vanya Stanovic."

"What the hell?" Anton was taken aback.

"That's how these things work. Americans don't trust their men with
shit anymore. Remember when I took that course two months ago? That
qualified me to be a keyholder. The government prefers familial
keyholders because it's less hassle for them than constantly changing
possession whenever some boyfriend/girlfriend break up. I live in the
same house as you and I'm registered as a keyholder so they're trying
to nudge things along in that direction. They want me to supervise
you."

"This is bullshit. My visa is only for three years, why would I ever
agree to this."

"Maybe because the country you came from is in a deep depression and
there's no chance of you getting a job there. Look I know you didn't
grow up here like I did, but given the state of the rest of the world
it's not that bad. If you don't want me to be your keyholder, just sign
up with the clinic." Here Vanya took a less combative stance, even
reaching out to touch her uncle's arm. "I get that it's really shitty.
But I can help you navigate the system. And if you choose..."

"No, no way is my niece being my keyholder."

"Okay, that's fine. All I'm saying is to think it through. The other
option doesn't sound that nice." And with that Vanya slipped out of the
kitchen.

---

"So how long has your mom been gone?" Vanya asked Isla as they walked
towards Isla's home.

"Two weeks exactly. And I've been procrastinating on this so I
appreciate your help."

"Are you sure your dad is okay with it?"

"What? No. Of course not. But mom's okay with it and that's what
matters."

"You didn't want to just give him the key and let him take care of
himself?"

"Mom has a whole philosophy about this. Her and Dad do all sorts of
kinky things, she tells me some of them, but mostly it's built around
her ideas of the new wave of feminism. She believes men should always
be supervised when they touch themselves, not just let loose
periodically. That's what I have to do with my brothers. And even
though Dad could go three weeks without a release, mom thinks it's good
for him to realize his position. That he's not just below his wife,
he's below his daughter as well. Below all women. You included."

"Does your dad ever say anything about this stuff?"

"He's a changed man ever since the locking laws. Much more subdued.
Sometimes you can tell he's embarrassed if my mom is oversharing and
he's in the room but that's just one example. Okay, are you hungry or
did you want to do this right away?" Isla asked as she opened the door
to her home.

"I just ate."

"Great. Just kick off your shoes anywhere, you know the drill." Isla
took a step towards the staircase and shouted, "Dad, Vanya's here, can
you come downstairs?"

There was the sound of footsteps and then Isla's dad descended the
staircase.

"Hi Dad, can we talk in the living room?"

"Sure thing sweetie."

"Great. And can you bring us a couple of lemonades?"

"Yeah, I'll grab them now."

Isla took a moment to send a text to her mother.

"I told mom we'd do it this afternoon. She wants to watch from dad's
point of view so she's going to log onto his memspecs account. Dad
doesn't know but I wanted to give you a heads up."

"Sounds good." Vanya smiled agreeably.

They met her dad in the living room. Vanya sat herself on a couch while
Isla stood by the door. When her father came with the drinks she handed
one to Vanya and then leaned against a bookshelf, sipping on hers.

"So what's this about honey?"

"Mom says I've been putting off your release, so I brought Vanya here
to help me get it over with."

Vanya watched his eyes bulge at Isla's casual statement.

"Isla, umm, I'm not sure if now is a good time. Maybe we could do this
alone or..."

"Don't worry Mr. Talbot." Vanya broke in. "I have the same license as
Isla. I'm really quite qualified. We'll take good care of you. Why
don't you start by standing here in front of me and removing your
clothes."

Mr. Talbot was wrongfooted by her confidence. He started walking to
where she had pointed to buy himself time to think of something, but by
the time he got there he found that following her first orders made him
more inclined to follow the second. Following a woman's orders was now
second nature and soon his shirt was off and his pants were in a pile
at his feet.

Vanya watched him carefully. He was not in bad shape for a father of
four. He had a certain dad bod physique. Nice arms if an unfortunate
belly.

"Great Mr. Talbot. You'll need to take your underwear off as well."

Vanya's matter of fact tone broke through his mental fog and he took
them off.

"Now if you'll just step forward, your daughter already gave me the
key."

He moved towards Vanya, shaking slightly as he did. She wondered what
he was feeling? Certainly he was scared. Was he embarrassed to be doing
this in front of his daughter? More embarrassed that she had brought
her friend along? Was he feeling lucky that he might get to look at a
cute 18 year old while he got his release? It was hard to tell.

Vanya calmly grabbed him by the testicles, as they were trained to do.
She wondered to herself if all men gasped at that moment. Mr. Talbot
certainly did.

She did her best to keep eye contact with him while she undid the lock.
He studiously avoided her though and watched the ground instead. As the
lock came loose and the device fell off she spoke some lines that she
had rehearsed to herself on the walk over.

"Mr. Talbot, I want you to keep eye contact with me the whole time
we're doing this. I don't want you looking at the floor, or your
daughter. I don't want you looking at my body. Only my eyes. Is that
understood?"

The poor man immediately looked at his daughter, leaning against the
wall and then shook his head and looked at Vanya in the eyes.

Vanya had deep blue eyes. Boys often remarked on how mesmerizing they
were set against her brown hair and high cheek bones. Now she wanted to
practice using them.

"Good Mr. Talbot. I can see that you're already growing an erect.
That's excellent. I'm hoping that under my instructions you'll be able
to take care of yourself quite nicely. Now take a step back and spread
your clothes out on the floor in between myself and you. That's right.
That's where your semen is going to land. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll
be able to get it all out in the laundry after we leave. Now Isla?"

"Yes?"

"Can you check the temperature in here. I'm finding it a bit warm for
my liking. Maybe a degree or two lower?"

Isla stepped out to go change the thermostat.

When she did Vanya took the moment to undo the top two buttons of her
white blouse. "Because of the heat." She added.

Mr. Talbot did his absolute best to try not to look down that blouse.
But he saw in his peripheral vision and his erection passed the
horizontal just from watching her perform the gesture.

Isla returned and seeing what had happened grinned at Vanya.

Vanya kept Mr. Talbot waiting as she scanned his body. His head was
shaved bald, as were his genitals. She absent-mindedly wondered what
color his hair had been. Isla was a redhead.

Her Uncle&#x27;s Keyholder

by TiltingatWindmills (UID 6248561)

https://www.literotica.com/s/her-uncles-keyholder

Niece finds the only thing better than teasing is denying

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"Mr. Talbot how long has it been since your last ejaculation?"

"T-t-two weeks." He stammered.

"Very good. And is that normal for you?"

"Isla's mother... s-s-ometimes it's every week or two, sometimes she
lets me out every other day. It depends."

"Okay, but it sounds like right now you're probably pretty sensitive.
We'll go slow. I want you to stroke your penis with one finger. The
pinky finger on your left hand. Do it however you want, but only use
that pinky."

Thrown off by this strange request, Mr. Talbot still did as he was
told. Immediately he closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"No no, keep your eyes open and on me Mr. Talbot."

His eyes opened wide and he stopped stroking.

"Mr. Talbot, I didn't tell you to stop. Please follow my instructions
or I will get some ice and you won't get to orgasm in front of your
daughter's hot friend."

He nodded furiously. "I'm so sorry."

"Good boy Mr. Talbot. Now keep going with that pinky. I see there's
some pre-ejaculate already. Is that normal for you?"

"Yes."

"Well go ahead and coat your penis with it. Good. Now I'm going to let
you use your index finger on your left hand. Just keep going like that
for a while."

Mr. Talbot followed orders, occasionally stopping to shake with
pleasure.

"Mr. Talbot, I wonder if you can tell me what you're thinking of right
now? Are you thinking about your wife?"

"Yes." He lied.

"Good. Keep thinking of her as you look into my eyes. I'm just going to
make myself more comfortable." And as she said this Vanya adjusted
herself on the couch, moving her pleated skirt up a few inches to
expose more of her thighs.

"Mr. Talbot, please keep your eyes on mine. I want you thinking of your
wife not staring at my legs."

"I'm so sorry."

"You're not really sorry yet Mr. Talbot. But I could make you sorry.
Why don't you tell me what you're imagining about your wife as you
stroke that little thing between your legs?"

"I'm thinking of the last time we made love."

"Oh that's very sweet. Why don't you switch to your right hand. Set a
good pace. Not too fast, just light and steady. Good, a little slower
though. Do you feel close to cumming?" Vanya intentionally tried out
dirtier language as she continued.

"No, I can go longer."

"Good. Let me know if you're getting close. Now I know you're busy
thinking about your wife, but I recognize it is distracting having a
young woman like myself in front of you. Tell me, would you like it if
I undid another button on my blouse."

"No, no, of course not."

"Are you sure? I'm perfectly willing to undo another button. After all,
you're just looking at my eyes anyway. I'm going to ask one more time.
Do you want me to undo this button?"

Her hand ran from the top of her collar down to the third button and
she leaned forward slightly. Mr. Talbot blatantly stared at the edges
of her bra and the pale breasts above them.

He gulped. He knew his wife could be watching. His daughter was
certainly watching.

"Cat got your tongue? Let me help you decide. In a week your wife will
come back. I won't ever do this for you again. Your wife may keep you
locked up for months as punishment but you will go years and years
without a young woman like me making this offer again. Now what do you
want?"

He paused and then whispered. "Please do it."

"Just a bit louder Mr. Talbot."

"Please undo your blouse for me."

"I'm always amazed what a man would risk for the sight of some fresh
tits. And not even out of the bra. I'll be generous though - let me do
two buttons for you Mr. Talbot." And she very slowly followed through.
Most of her white lace push-up bra was now visible.

"Slow down Mr. Talbot, I never said you could speed up."

"I'm sorry."

"Good. Now that's enough staring at my tits. I asked you to look me in
the eyes. If you keep getting distracted we're going to stop."

"Yes of course."

"Good. Now I want you to stroke hard and fast for me. You know I've
never watched a man jerking off before. Show me how a real man does
it."

He took his cock in his hand and began masturbating exactly as he used
to before his wife had put him in the cage. But he only got four
strokes in before Vanya interrupted.

"Okay, that's enough for now. Mr. Talbot, could you go refill my
lemonade glass."

"Now? But, the boys might be out there..." He quietly responded before
withering under Vanya's gaze. "Right, I'll get it right away."

His cock led him out of the room, bouncing absurdly as he scurried of.

Isla laughed as soon as the door swung shut behind him.

"Good Lord Vanya you're a devil!"

"Thanks for letting me do this, God I'm having so much fun."

"You should see when I take care of my brothers. Sure I'll do something
fun the odd time. Last week I had the three of them line up and told
them that only the person who finishes first gets to orgasm this week
and the other two have to go back in their cages. Their faces turned
bright red while they tugged away. But this makes me look gentle and
sweet."

"Nonsense. He loves it, can't you see? At least until your mom comes
home."

Mr. Talbot returned with the lemonade.

"Here you are."

"Good, thank you. Now, go back where you were and you can start again.
Just with your left please. Good. Get yourself warmed up. Is it dry?
Hmmm, come here, hold out your hand."

Mr. Talbot stepped closer and held out both hands. Vanya moved her
tongue in her mouth for a few moments and then allowed a stream of
saliva to flow into his hand.

"Good. Rub that on yourself. And what do you say?"

"Thank you Vanya."

"You can call me Miss Stanovic. Now go slowly or the feeling will be
too much for you."

"Miss Stanovic please, may I kneel in front of you. My wife likes me to
kneel and it would just feel right to me."

"Yes, go ahead then. On your knees. Are you naturally submissive Mr.
Talbot?"

"Yes, I think so."

"God I hope Isla takes advantage of you. I'm sure your wife does. In
fact, before you cum I want to hear one degrading thing that your wife
does to you. Keep your eyes on me as you tell it."

Mr. Talbot struggled not to glance at his daughter and gulped before
speaking. "Sometimes she makes me kneel on all fours and hump her foot
to get off."

"I bet you love that Mr. Talbot. It's probably hard to get friction on
a foot that way though. A man would have to be pretty horny to get off
doing that. Does she deny you for the full two weeks before hand? I bet
you're so grateful to feel those blue balls squeezing all that sperm
out of your shaft by then."

As she said this Vanya leaned forward and opened up her legs briefly
before recrossing them. Mr. Talbot broke eye contact to look under her
skirt and before Vanya could admonish him the first rope of cum erupted
from his cock and landed on her foot. She shrieked and Isla started
laughing as the second rope reached her calf. Mr. Talbot grunted
pathetically as the next few contractions simply fell from his penis
onto his clothes below him.

"Mr. Talbot, you can lock yourself back up now. This may be the last
time you touch that penis for a while."

---

Anton was frying eggs in the kitchen, still in his reflective safety
vest after a shift when Vanya walked in.

"Hey Uncle Anton, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine Vanya, how was Isla?"

"Good, we had a great time actually. But umm, I was meaning to tell
you, look I'm sorry about our conversation a couple days ago. It was
shitty news and I should have messaged you about it right away rather
than leaving the letter on the table. I acted like a brat. So I'm
sorry."

"Oh. Thanks Vanya. That's really mature of you. Yeah, don't worry about
it. Tempers flare, these things happen. Moving in with your uncle
probably hasn't been easy on you either."

"No, you're great Anton. Don't worry about anything. Actually, I also
wanted to say... I understand the predicament you're in. The government
option looks crazy though. I think you should honestly just let me be
your keyholder. I'm not like those feminist American girls that were
raised here. When you need your key, you just ask me, no questions, and
then I'll keep it the rest of the day so neither of us get into
trouble. That's it. Doesn't need to be weird at all."

"Oh, thanks kiddo. I still have three days left to decide. So I'll
think about it and let you know."

"Great. Well I just hope I can help!"

---

"I'm going to have to ask her tonight, I don't really have another
choice." Anton walked back to his truck, lunch pail in hand, next to
his work buddy Serge.

"What about those dates you went on?"

"I don't know them. I didn't like them particularly. Even if they said
yes it seems crazy that I'd give my keys to a stranger. Plus I don't
trust the women on dating apps in America. Have you heard of cage
baiters?"

Serge nodded no.

"I'm not even sure if it's real. But there are stories about women who
sign up on these apps and advertise themselves as old fashioned types
who like a man in charge. They say they're not into the chastity thing
at all. But as soon as you hand over the keys they go full matriarch on
you. They want to punish men who won't fall in line. It's terrifying."

"You slept with a lot of women when you first got here though, right?"

"Yeah, in the early days women loved the fact that I was unlocked while
most guys were. I got a lot of tail. But the culture changed. Because
all the other men could only ever go down on their ladies, women
started expecting it. They wanted to fuck me because I still had my
dick, but they'd want oral before and after. I can't stand that." Anton
explained.

"You don't like oral sex?"

"Blowjobs, sure."

They both laughed.

"So in the end you're gonna ask Vanya because at least she's family?"

"And not American. At least not originally. The culture here has gone
crazy."

---

Anton sat on the living room couch, fidgeting awkwardly.

"Thanks for doing this Vanya. I wouldn't have known which one to buy."

"No problem. Yeah there are a lot of models but I'm pretty well versed
now from the course and the clinic."

"How is that job going?"

"Good. The men at the clinic are really nice. All very docile -- not
like I expected. After working there though it's pretty clear that it's
not a good option for you. Some of my coworkers... let's just say
there's a kind of woman that likes to take this job."

"What kind of woman?"

"Well, a lot of them are really ideological. And kind of domineering.
They definitely like the control."

"So... Feminazis?"

"Haha, I wouldn't go that far. They just like to make the guys a little
uncomfortable."

Anton looked over at Vanya. Her back was towards him now as she fiddled
with the chastity device package on the kitchen table, trying to open
the hard plastic casing with scissors. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt
which was just long enough to make him wonder if she was wearing any
shorts at all.

He wished she wouldn't wear that kind of thing around the house. He
didn't like to admit it but he hadn't had a successful date in five or
six months. Around that same time he had started relying on VR porn to
get off, but the technology was new and he could only afford a video or
two a week. Then at work he only saw men at his job all day, and coming
home to her it was hard /not/ to notice her legs. Even now she was
bending forward, causing her t-shirt to ride up, and he forced himself
to look away.

"Alright, well, let's get this over with." Anton blurted out. "I guess
I just put it on and we keep the key somewhere in the house where I can
access it all the time?"

"Not exactly, no. They track the locations of the key and the device
and I've heard they often perform random inspections on new charges
like yourself. The key should either be under lock or on my person. You
could get deported if they suspect anything is up. I think it would be
best if I keep it and then you just let me know whenever you want to be
unlocked."

"Well I'd like to be unlocked I guess all the time as soon as I get
home."

"They track how often it's on or off. They would investigate for sure
if we did that." Vanya said as she joined him in the living room,
device now ominously in hand.

"Holy shit this is barbaric."

"Trust me, you'll get used to it faster if you wear it all the time
except when you're released."

Anton sighed and buried his head in his hands. "Right. Well give me the
device and I'll go put it on in the bathroom."

"Umm, I'm sorry Uncle Anton. It needs to be registered. That means I
need to see the device go on and log the event on my memspecs profile."

"Good God. Okay, hand it to me then turn around and we'll do this
quick."

"We can do that but..." here she bit her lip and Anton tried to ignore
how cute she looked with her little ponytail and her baggy t-shirt and
her legs which perhaps were not even covered by shorts under the shirt,
"from what I've heard at the clinic, they get suspicious if the memspec
footage shows the man putting it on himself. Signals too much
independence and almost definitely triggers a random inspection."

She found herself not even feeling bad about lying. There was no way
for him to find out and besides it would be easier if he got used to
the way things were.

"But that could just be a rumor. I don't know. It's up to you," she
added.

"Fuck. I don't want some feminazi cops coming in here. Fuck. Alright.
Here we go." And he stood, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants
and underwear and then looked away like he was receiving a needle from
the doctor.

Vanya smiled to herself and walked over slowly. She knelt down with the
device and observed his package coolly. He wasn't erect like the other
men, so it was hard to compare him to the magnificent specimen she had
played with in training, or the rather pathetic Mr. Talbot. She would
see him erect soon enough though, she thought.

Then she cupped his testicles with one hand. Anton bit his lip but
didn't gasp like the other men.

He wasn't broken yet, she thought as she observed his reaction.

She slipped his balls through the cold ring and then took the polymer
cage and put his penis inside. It had swollen just slightly since she
had begun handling him. She didn't want to make him too uncomfortable,
so she pretended to keep her eyes on her task as she saw him slowly
look down at her.

"Hmm, just let me check one thing quick in the manual," she stalled
briefly, flipping through the pages before discarding it.

His penis had now grown and was pressed firmly against the inside of
the cage. If she didn't act quickly they would have to ice him down,
which would be a delicious embarrassment, but she wanted to ease him
into that. Deftly threading the small lock through the loops she closed
it. Then, before he could react, she pulled up his pants and began
buckling them for him. Now she looked up and made eye contact.

"See, that wasn't so bad." She said cheerfully.

As their eyes met Anton was reminded of the last time he had a blowjob.
The woman on her knees in front of him. Fiddling with his belt. The
hunger in her eyes and the surprise, real or feigned, on her face when
she pulled down his fly and his erection sprang forth at her. And now
his niece in the same position, going through the motions in reverse
but still filling him with desire. It was a good thing they were done
or Vanya would know that he was as fully aroused as his cage would
allow.

---

"So, how are things going with Anton?"

Isla was walking with Vanya through the high school hallway. They had
both come back for an extra year. Isla had failed three classes one
semester when she got a little too involved in the party scene, and
Vanya needed some science credits to get into nursing that she skipped
back when she thought she'd be a journalist.

"Things are going okay. I keep his key in a safe that came with the
device under my bed. When he comes home he usually asks for it right
away, goes to his room and then returns the key when we eat dinner
together. The first few days he was a little shy but now he just asks
for it. The walls in our apartment are really thin... now that I know
exactly what he's doing I can hear him sometimes." Vanya said, without
bothering to mention how she had developed a habit of touching herself
on the other side of the wall while this happened.

"But you want to... be more involved, right?"

"Haha, yeah. It's fun right? Like what we did with your dad?"

"Mom is still fuming with him."

"Well he earned it the little imp!"

"I don't think you can turn Anton into my dad though. Anton is so gruff
and manly. I feel like he could break open your little safe with those
big, calloused hands and ripped forearms."

"I'll get him eventually. The whole world is on my side."

"Do you have a plan?"

"First thing, he needs to be way hornier. But that's easy. We go on
that two-week band trip to Nashville on Tuesday. I take the key with me
of course and when I get back he'll be going crazy. That man jacks off
every night. Those fourteen days will be like a sailor taking a vow of
celibacy. I think things will start to fall into place after that."

Isla nodded along.

"Can I ask you something personal? Do your brothers like, check you out
when you release them?"

"Oh for sure." Isla responded. "All the time now. I often make them
face the wall or do stuff like that to avoid it, but even during the
day they like to sneak glances. My mom said it's natural thing that
happens to keyholders and their charges but they'll grow out of it when
they get their own long-term partners. I kind of find it flattering but
it also gets to be annoying. Has Anton been checking you out?"

"A little. I'm dressing sluttier just for fun. I like the attention.
I'm not into him or anything."

"You should invite me over more! We can tease him together! He's such a
bad boy -- I'd love to catch him looking down my dress."

"Ugh, our place is so tiny and run down compared to yours. But fine.
We'll spend some time with him soon."

---

"Thanks for buying us pizza Mr. Stanovic. We never get this at home. My
mom always insist we eat my dad's cooking because it's healthier but
it's so boring."

"No problem, Isla."

The three of them were sitting around the apartment kitchen, the pizza
box in the center of the table. The girls had just returned from their
trip and taken a quick shower. Isla was staying the night.

"I hope you got on okay without me Uncle Anton." Vanya spoke with a
glimmer in her eye.

"Of course. I lived alone for a long time before you moved in."

"But it must be hard for you -- two weeks without your keyholder and
you're new to the whole thing." Isla broke in.

"Like I said, I can handle myself just fine. Besides, Vanya isn't
really my keyholder. We just play a charade for the government you
know? But I'm my own man. No, Vanya isn't like American girls, so it's
not a problem."

"You know I'm an American girl, right Mr. Stanovic. Tell me what
American girls are like." Isla smiled as she spoke.

Anton narrowed his eyes as he looked her over. She was wearing a tank
top she had borrowed from Vanya. Her red hair was still wet, and drops
of water fell from the curls down her shoulder and formed dark patches
on her white top. Unlike with Vanya he felt no guilt in having lewd
thoughts about her friend.

"Well, you American girls are very forward. Like to be bossy with your
men. That's all."

"You think we're cock teases, don't you Mr. Stanovic?" Isla pushed him.

"Well I didn't say it."

"I guess where you come from girls don't talk like that? In America,
women aren't afraid to talk about sex. Our men are maybe a little
afraid to talk about it nowadays but we girls have no problem."

Isla paused, looking for a reaction, but Anton kept a perfect poker
face.

"Masturbation. Fucking. Pussies. It doesn't bother us." Isla reached
out as if she was going to touch Anton's arm on the table but grabbed a
napkin instead. She licked her lips and patted them dry.

Her Uncle&#x27;s Keyholder

by TiltingatWindmills (UID 6248561)

https://www.literotica.com/s/her-uncles-keyholder

Niece finds the only thing better than teasing is denying

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