Keys for My Birthday

by TiltingatWindmills

story tags: femdom, chastity, cfnm, humiliation, incest, domination,
cunnilingus, tease_and_denial

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Sex addled teen wants to control her stepbrother&#x27;s orgasms

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*Note from author*

/This story contains themes of incest, chastity and female domination.
If those don't interest you please try something else. This is a stand
alone story that takes place at the same time as Graduation Slumber
Party, in the world first set up by Election Night Denial, but you can
start here if you like./

So I want to begin by saying that I have a problem. An addiction
really. The truth is I'm a bit of a nympho.

I need to orgasm about six times a day. I can usually squeeze two in
before leaving for school. One in bed before I do anything else, and
another in the shower. By lunch time I'm already getting a little
tingly in anticipation. Usually I'll find Lars or Steven. They're not
the cutest guys in school, but we have a sort of understanding. They
don't ask to see my tits or bargain or delay. And unlike male staff,
they don't do the whole guilt thing. They just follow me into the broom
closet and lick my pussy until I'm satisfied. Usually it takes the full
40 minutes.

I am their lunch.

If you're keeping count, I'm actually already at four by then because
the boys these days are good enough to squeeze two out of me
back-to-back. That means I only need two more. One as soon as I get
home from school and another before bed.

You can imagine though that this is a lot of work, and that it would be
understandable if I wanted some help with it.

Like most women these days I sleep a little with my girlfriends. Really
as much as they're up for. But in my friend group I'm really the only
one who likes going down on other girls. Everyone else regards it as a
boys' job.

Which it is.

But I happen to also like doing it. And despite this generosity on my
part, I can only realistically count on sleeping with a girl one or two
times a week.

And so there's a real deficit. In the old days that might be easy to
fill. I'd fill my deficit with cock.

But of course, 99% of the penises I've seen in my life have had cages
on them. Both the greatest triumph and the greatest tribulation of our
time.

And for a sex addict, I'm not particularly intrigued by having a man
penetrate me. But I do like erect penises. Playing with them. Teasing
them. And especially denying them. It must be a cultural thing. I hear
people from your country aren't like that.

As for me, I find it exquisite. I love to see them engorged. Their
heads bloated and smooth and purple, their veins swollen with trapped
blood. Repeating their one-move dance: 'Touch me', 'Let me in',
'Please?'

Nope.

Anyway, that's where Theo comes in.

Yes, Theo my stepbrother.

He's three years older than me, but at the time I'm going to start my
story, he was still living at home.

That's pretty typical for young men here. The culture of keyholding has
progressed quite a bit since our locking laws were put in place. The
norm is that an unmarried charge provides certain services to their
keyholder in gratitude for their supervision.

Often it includes a few hundred dollars a month, either in gifts or
actual cash. This puts men in a bit of a financial hole that they spend
their early 20s climbing out of, while women usually move out at 18 or
19. On top of this are of course other favors that vary by the
relationship. When my mom was Theo's keyholder, he did hours of chores
and renovations. Some young men are supervised by their sisters though,
in which case the services may change.

It makes sense then that a lot of young ladies would want to be their
brother's (or stepbrother's) keyholder because it means instant
financial independence and a constant stream of small gifts or favours.

Much like other young women, I was hoping to be my brother's keyholder.
But unlike many others, I had only the most impure intentions.

And so it was that I found myself on the cusp of my 19th birthday, a
full year after the day when I could have started as Theo's keyholder,
arguing with my mom in the hallway.

"Every single one of my friends got it last year for their 18th
birthday." I insisted, almost truthfully.

"Well, our family doesn't operate the same way as other families."

"I don't understand why we always have to be so different." I whined.
"You don't allow any junk food, you won't let us get memspec accounts,
it makes us look weird."

Theo actually was pretty grateful that our mother was a little
old-fashioned in this regard. Most keyholders monitored their charges
through their logged retinal records. If mom did that there would be no
way he could have sex with his girlfriend... ever. Our mother's
concerns over being natural gave him more freedom than almost any guy
his age.

And so every Thursday night on his release day I listened to him
through the thin walls separating our bedrooms as he fucked Lizzie.

He was able to keep his grunts to a minimum, but she was a natural
harlot with a fetish for creampies. I'm not one to judge, I'm just
saying that even I am indifferent towards the idea of a dick disgorging
inside me, whereas for her it seemed to be the sole criteria by which
she evaluated boyfriends. Who was allowed out of their cage long enough
by a negligent keyholder to clean her pipes?

My mother seemed to know nothing about this. Lizzie kept her wails to a
minimum, but they still came through the register next to my bed. At
first soft mewling and then these stifled moans like she was in pain
but trying not to let anyone know and goddammit if I didn't find myself
playing DJ on my pussy to the soundtrack of Lizzie's whimpering every
Thursday.

So while I was arguing I knew very well that it was Theo's hour of
release. And that Lizzie had no doubt snuck into his room like always
and that they were going at it on the other side of the door.

The only reason I was missing this opportunity to get off was because I
loved the idea of persuading my mother to give me the keys to Theo's
chastity device when he could hear me but couldn't defend himself.

Well the argument went on for a little while before I gave up and
stormed off to my room. Apparently my step-brother never even realized
that we were arguing about who gets to control his schlong because he
came up to me later and hinted that I shouldn't be so hard on mom for
not buying me a car for my 18th birthday. As if those were the type of
keys I was after.

If you haven't managed to pick up on it yet you can probably tell by
now that Theo isn't the sharpest. It's not that he's worthless or
anything. Good looking guy, charming enough with the ladies. Just not
particularly clever.

You may be wondering why, if I'm so smart, I'm still in school at 19.
Well, the government actually raised the graduation age. All the 18 and
19 year-olds are in their own little wing of the high school, learning
the things that you need some maturity to handle. For the women, this
means their chastity classes, male psychology and then a bunch of upper
year electives. For guys it's a lot of home economics, mindfulness and
discipline, and a course devoted to the practical art of cunnilingus.

Yeah, I understand that's not how things are done where you're from,
but ladies here are pretty grateful.

Anyway, my birthday rolled around and I brought a couple friends over
to celebrate, Dana and Bethany, and mom let Theo bring Lizzie.

The cake was cut and it was finally time to open gifts. Theo got me a
pair of earrings, real silver, nothing he would have chosen on his own.
Lizzie didn't really like me, so this was probably something mom
pressured him into getting.

I acted appropriately grateful, jumping up from the table and hugging
him tightly. For having a hot young woman walking around the house all
the time Theo sure did manage to ignore my body. I sometimes wonder if
he even realized I had boobs now. They're not tiny or anything --
they're medium sized ski-slope tits -- I'm rather fond of them myself
-- so I squished them against his chest as a reminder.

The last gift was handed to me directly by my mother. I pulled at the
small red ribbons on the top of a little jewellery box. I tilted the
lid of the box open, so I could manage my disappointment if it was just
a bracelet or something stupid, but surprised myself by squealing and
clapping my hands when I saw what was inside. I turned to the left and
right to take in Dana and Bethany's reactions and they grabbed me by
the arms in excitement.

A little silver key.

I was finally my brother's keyholder.

I felt a warmth and a trickle in my crotch. I'd need to change my
panties. Again.

Mom spoke up, "I know you've wanted this for a long time Kat. I'm sorry
we had to have that argument on Thursday -- I wanted it to be surprise.
But I do think you're ready."

My stepdad ignored the celebration and glared at his plate while this
happened. I bet he spent every day wondering if it was worth marrying
my mostly reasonable mother when she came with the package deal of a
scheming, hypersexual daughter.

"Thank you mom! And Theo, I want you to know that you're going to be in
the best of hands."

Theo still didn't understand what was going on. Even when I lifted the
key out of the box to show him, he just turned his head like a dog
trying to figure out what's looking back it him in the mirror.

Lizzie knew though. She was halfway through a glass of water when she
saw and spat it out into the air. I doubt she ever gave blow jobs -
only the kinkiest weirdos go in for that stuff anymore - but if she
did, that's probably what the finish looked like.

Theo finally caught on. "Mom -- how come you didn't tell me about
this?"

You could see the color drain from his face.

"Theo, that's no way to speak to the matriarch of this household. It's
my right to decide that Kat is ready to be your keyholder. I think
she'll learn some valuable lessons from this change of roles and quite
frankly I think you will as well."

"I'm sorry, it's just, you know I mentioned the idea that Lizzie might
be ready to take over, even just the spare set of keys." Theo's tone
was more conciliatory.

"I'm sure Lizzie can appreciate that you've only been together for
three months, and that I would see my daughter as a more stable
option."

I contained my laughter as Lizzie did her best to stay calm, "Of course
Ma'am."

"Good, it's settled then." Our mother continued. "I don't want to hear
anything else about this tonight."

I happened to glance at the earrings again and realized that my mom had
persuaded my stepbrother to buy a pair that matched his chastity key.
She wanted me to have a way to display them and liked the idea of Theo
paying for them.

Maybe I got my sense of humor from her.

***

The following Thursday Theo made his way slowly to my bedroom. I had
already heard Lizzie sneak in through the window and no doubt she had
sent him with instructions to do whatever it took to retrieve his key.

When Theo walked in he found me at my computer desk, hair still wet
from a shower, trying out a new, frilly bodice. I wasn't like the other
girls at school, and didn't even like to dress like them. I'd been on a
sort of Victorian kick lately. Trying out lots of lace and linens.

"Hey Kat, just stopping by to pick up my key. You know, since it's
Thursday. Just part of the routine." His attempted nonchalance was
endearing.

I did my best to give him a look of pure befuddlement. "What do you
mean, routine?"

"Every Thursday mom gives me the key for an hour. So I'm just here to
grab it."

"Yes, that was your old routine. But I'm your keyholder now. You didn't
think things would continue the same way, did you?" I replied.

"No, I mean yes. A little? I e-transferred you the normal amount that I
would give to mom and I saw you accepted it."

"Of course, that's just a baseline to compensate me for the hassle of
being your keyholder. But Theo, if you're going to get a release from
me you're going to have to earn it. And even when you do earn it,
there's no way you're going to get out once a week."

"Kat, that's not fair. Mom always said once a week is healthiest for my
body. You know that's true."

"Theo don't you dare contradict me." I wasn't actually angry. I knew
this was coming, but I still needed to play my part to move the script
along. "We don't lock men up for the sake of their health, we lock them
up for their obedience. And you are showing me that you do not
understand your place in this household. Starting now, if you even want
to have a conversation with me about your chastity device, you will do
so on your knees, and without a single item of clothing on your body."

While talking I had stood and walked up right in front of him.

Theo seethed red. He towered over me - I'm not even up to his shoulders
in heels. I could see the gears in his head turning. He glanced at the
key dangling from my earring. He actually reached out and grabbed me by
the shoulders but when his hands came into contact with my exposed skin
it was like an electric shock went through him.

He let go of me. His eyes were wide like he was frightened by what he
had been about to do. He breathed in and out and tried to control his
emotions.

If I had to guess I would say he was doing some calming exercises
taught to him in school. We were all trained to know that impulses like
the one he had just displayed were the reason for the caging laws to
begin with -- men are unable to control their urges.

Once the guilt began settling in he realized he had no other choice.

The second he began unbuttoning his shirt I felt a shiver run through
me and by the time he got to unbuckling his pants I was uncomfortably
moist. It wasn't like I had never seen glimpses of his body before. He
had a fine body, but that wasn't the point. The point was that I had
told him to take off his clothes and kneel in front of me and he had
done it. Yesterday he would have laughed in my face. But today I was
his keyholder.

It seemed that his act of compliance was having an effect on him as
well. His caged little member had swollen within its confines and
turned a color that I assumed wasn't quite typical.

I held out my hand and he passed me the clothing that had fallen to the
ground. Then I stared at him until he got down on both knees in front
of me.

I have never in my life looked down on my stepbrother. At least not
literally. He has always been bigger than me which has been the source
of some discomfort. Even though I'm the youngest, as a woman, we all
know that I'm above him on the hierarchy. But it can feel weird trying
to enforce that when you have to crane your neck up to look someone in
the eye.

No longer.

And just as I felt the empowerment of this shift, I could see his
discomfort with his new role.

"Here's what going to happen, Theo. I am going to decide when to unlock
you. It won't be every week, and it won't be on some regular schedule.
Some days I may let you out for a 'stretch' and then ice you and put
you back in your cage. Other days, if you really earn it, we'll find
some fair way to drain your balls and reward you for good behavior. But
for now, all you need to do is go back to your bedroom and inform your
girlfriend of the new situation. I expect she'll break up with you on
the spot. If that's the case I'm happy for you to come back here and if
you ask nicely I'll give you some 'stretching' time. After all, I'm not
a monster. But otherwise I'll see you in the morning."

Of course, Theo looked heartbroken. He couldn't manage to say anything.
He stood up and just sort of limply gestured at his clothing which I
was still holding. I just nodded no, and he knew he had to go face
Lizzy without them.

I managed to ignore whatever conversation they had on the other side of
the wall. This was actually fairly easy because the second Theo left I
began furiously rubbing my clit and pushed myself rapidly towards an
unseemly orgasm without even the slightest pretence of patience.

I did hear Lizzie leave abruptly, and out the hallway instead of the
window, so I'm almost certain that she did break up with him then and
there. Good riddance.

But Theo didn't come to me for the piteous offering I had promised. I
guess he still needed to be broken.

***

The next few days I left Theo mostly alone. The only task that I
started him working towards was braiding my hair in the mornings. Boys
actually receive training on how to do this believe it or not. One of
the reasons they are so uncompetitive with women in the workplace today
is because they waste so much of their high school years being educated
on being modern day servants.

The nice thing about this though is that Theo could already do a mean
French braid.

The first day I asked him to do it I was just wearing my summer dress.
But the second day I wore a corset. Which of course I needed help
tightening.

"Theo, look at my reflection in the mirror as you do it. The whole
point of the corset is to make my waist small and my tits bigger. If
pulling on the corset doesn't result in my boobs getting mashed
together then you're not doing it right."

I'm not sure if Theo had ever really taken a good look at my boobs
before. For the last few years he had always relied on Lizzie to get
off, and I was a late bloomer - up until recently there hadn't been too
much to look at. But he was certainly making the most of this
opportunity to play catch up.

When he was finally finished he insisted he could do it better and
started over again. No problem, that was mostly the point of the
exercise.

I in fact knew that this was working because I had an app on my phone
that tracked Theo's attempted erections using sensors woven into his
cage. If you looked at the graph you'd see big peaks every morning that
I had him do my hair, as well as at random times during the day. But
erections were trending up, up, up ever since I had taken over from
mom. If I was hedge fund manager I'd be telling people to go all in on
boner stocks and they'd be wise to listen.

As the days wore on, I wore less and less.

I loved checking myself out in the morning, thinking about Theo trying
to avoid staring at my body. I liked to plant easter eggs for him too.
Like wearing tops that showed some side boob where you'd be rewarded
only from certain angles. Or black underwear under a linen dress that
was sheer in bright sunlight. You could walk past me without noticing,
but if you were being conditioned to stare at me you would notice the
lunar curve of my panties hugging my hips and ass.

I knew it was hot because I was an admirer of the female body myself
and dressing up like this turned me on almost as much as it did Theo.
Of course, I had an outlet to take care of my urges, whereas his just
kept building up.

Some of this teasing was very planned. But a lot of it flowed out of my
naturally excessive sexuality.

We have these wing-back chairs in my stepdad's study that Theo
sometimes likes to sit and read in. But the corner of the chairs are
sort of nicely rounded and when I was younger I once humped one until I
came. So one afternoon I just stood over his shoulder and asked him
questions about what he was reading while grinding myself into the
chair. I wasn't ready yet to finish in front of him, but I think he
understood what was going on.

Apparently that crossed some kind of threshold of inappropriateness for
Theo. I can see why. He hadn't cum in a little over two weeks and it
must have been driving him to madness. So he did something truly mad
and told our stepfather.

The next day I was sitting in the basement with Bethany when my stepdad
walked in - he rarely comes down so it was a bit surprising. We were
both pretending to be watching TV but actually on our phones.

"Oh, Kat, I didn't realize Bethany was here. I was just going to talk
to you about something, but we can do it when you're free."

"That's fine Daddy." He was so clearly uncomfortable with the term so I
had switched to it almost exclusively. "Bethany is like family to me.
You can just tell me now, I don't mind."

Keys for My Birthday

by TiltingatWindmills (UID 6248561)

https://www.literotica.com/s/keys-for-my-birthday

Sex addled teen wants to control her stepbrother&#x27;s orgasms

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"Oh well, it's about your brother. So he might mind. I'll just save it
for later."

He backed up, clearly regretting that he'd ever come down at all.

"It's not about Theo's chastity is it? I hope Theo would feel
comfortable talking to his keyholder if he has any problems. It
wouldn't be very appropriate for him to send someone else to talk on
his behalf you know."

"Oh well, I guess it might be related. Like I said though, we can just
drop it for later." He turned to go but I wasn't going to suffer any
interference.

"Wait, Daddy - turn around."

I didn't often boss my stepdad around, but he was still pretty primed
for obedience and stopped in his tracks.

"While we're talking about chastity, I wonder if you've noticed
anything different the last couple of weeks?"

Bethany smirked because she knew where this was going.

"Umm, no, nothing different."

"That's weird. You should have. I'm sure mom told you when she gave me
Theo's key that she also gave me your spare. And access to your app.
It's so much fancier than Theo's. I saw your cage has a built-in
vibrator. Mom had it set to five random bursts a day, I guess as a
little treat. But I've been adding a few extra here and there. See?"

And I turned the vibrator in his pants on using my phone. He jolted at
first, and then pulled himself together, but I kept it running.

"Oh good. So it does work?" I smiled.

He couldn't manage a reply.

"I think it's a great way to reward you for good behavior. But also I
guess to remind you about who's in charge. Bethany could you hold this
for me?"

I passed her the phone and left her in control of the ongoing
vibrations. Then I stood and walked towards my stepfather.

"Girls, please turn that off." My stepdad asked.

"Oh, Daddy, are you sure you want it off already?" I cooed in his ear.
"The app says you haven't had a release in 13 days. That's a long time
for Mommy to deny you."

"Please, girls, please." He had started crouching a little and he was
supporting himself on a nearby loveseat.

I reached out and held his one hand. Then I walked behind him and
grabbed the other. His mind must have been mushier than Theo's because
he allowed me to put him in a hold as if he was under arrest. Now he
was facing Bethany head on while she began increasing the vibrations.

"Please what, Mr. Davidson?" Bethany asked. "Please turn it off, or
please keep going?"

"Please. Please." He whimpered. "Please keep going."

I nodded at her and she cranked the vibrations all the way. I felt him
shudder and then groan and then watched as the crotch of his pants
turned dark while his limp, caged dick shot into his pants like a
coiled-up supersoaker.

"Oh no Daddy." I released his arms. "You had better go show Mommy the
mess you made. She's going to be so disappointed in you."

When he left the room Bethany and I at first laughed but the mood
turned when I beelined towards her and began ripping her clothes off.
It was nice that my fifth orgasm of the day was going to come from
someone else's fingers.

***

A couple night's later Theo had his first release. Or rather, his first
stretch. I let him out of the cage and watched his cock grow stiff in
front of me.

What a tortured existence that poor appendage had been living. I
reached out to soothe it like you might bring solace to an injured
animal. Theo groaned. I grew bolder. And just like that my hand was
wrapped around his cock. My stepbrother's cock.

I love manipulating men. Whispering things in their ear. Walking up a
staircase in a short skirt with them trailing behind me. And then
luring them somewhere private so that I can get my next fix. But that's
like playing a video game on hard more. If you want to cheat, there is
nothing more powerful than actually holding a man's penis. It's like a
direct link to their brain, bypassing any control centers that might
make them second guess my orders.

And so I held Theo's joystick, the control lever that would make him do
whatever I wanted, and mused about what I should do with him.

I felt it pulse in my hand and let go.

Theo cried out in frustration.

"Please, Kat, there has to be another way. Can't you just give me the
key like mom used to? This is driving me crazy. I'm... I'm having
trouble not having dirty thoughts about you."

Bless his heart.

"Theo, are you kidding me? That's the whole reason I signed up to be
your keyholder. I thought you'd have realized this by now. In a couple
more weeks you are going to be nothing more than my mindless sex
puppet."

Maybe I should have let him figure it out on his own. Judging by the
horrified look on his face this was too much at once.

I continued, "I'm not even being figurative. I'm considering putting
your cock on a leash and leading you around the house by your
erection."

He swallowed hard and tried to come to terms with these new ideas.
Maybe he felt some relief that I didn't think he was some sort of crazy
pervert. Or perhaps he was finally at the point where the implication
that he would be allowed more time out of his cage actually made the
prospect of this appealing.

He nodded.

"Good." I said. "I'm glad we're on the same page. But for now Theo, if
you want any more satisfaction you can get it yourself." And I made a
little hoop with my fingers, indicating that he could pleasure himself
if he wanted to.

I should mention that the couple of days leading up to this I had
noticed that he wasn't just horny, he was hungry. He had begun ogling
me without even trying to look away, like some sort of hypnotized
creature. When he braided my hair in the mornings, I found him making
excuses to let his hands linger on my shoulders. The graph on my app
looked like a mountain range -- just one attempted erection after
another, even when he left for work. One time when I walked past the
study I saw him humping the arm chair in the exact same place where I
had.

Anyway, I decided he had earned at least a brief reprieve which is why
I was giving him this opportunity. He balked initially but when I
insisted that he wasn't allowed to touch himself he finally conceded,
and directed himself into my fingers like an unruly aircraft trying to
enter an undersized hangar.

But enter he did and found that he liked it. I let him thrust ten or
twelve times, enough that he started gasping and then I stopped him and
told him to fetch some ice.

I hadn't seen him look so crushed since I sent him back to his bedroom
without his clothes off that first night.

Meanwhile I was struggling to keep my own hormones in check. I wanted
to do nothing more than order him to pleasure me, but I needed to have
just a little more patience. So instead I pulled a dildo out from under
my bed and made sure every single person in the household heard my
screams.

***

The following day Theo came home with some Victorian lingerie for me.
He must have snooped through my underwear drawer because the fit was
perfect. Still, it felt like the gift was more for him than for me. Not
that I wouldn't use it. I felt so sexy when I put it on. My puffy pink
nipples stared at me from behind the sheer, floral fabric.

I had been on the verge of releasing Theo, but this actually changed my
mind. He needed to realize that chastity is not about him earning his
release. It's about his keyholder's gratification. My gratification.

And so the next evening, when Theo was returning from work late and mom
and dad had recently set out on a date, I settled myself on the couch
with a pair of VR glasses over my eyes, wearing nothing but a pair of
panties and a long t-shirt.

The idea here was for Theo to find me asleep, having clearly just
masturbated to some VR porn. It was something I had actually done once
before. I found a thrill orgasming in our living room where anyone
could walk in and I wouldn't notice because the glasses blocked out the
room and my headphones blocked out footsteps. As far as I knew nobody
had noticed the first day I had done it, but hopefully things would
play out differently today.

And so at the time when I expected Theo to be on his way, I reclined on
the couch with my one hand in my panties and the other pushing my
t-shirt up like I had been groping my own breast before I passed out.

On the stand next to the couch I had left my phone out with the screen
unlocked, set to an article I had presumably been reading: "How to keep
your toy in a state of constant arousal."

As a quick aside I should note that while the older generation of
keyholders like to refer to their men as their "charges", younger women
have opted for a less formal tone. The change is not accidental. Where
women before saw men as unruly criminals needing to be governed through
chastity, the younger generation has grown up without any fear of men
at all. They're viewed more as playthings.

What I wanted to convey by leaving this out was the futility of
resisting. Boys are discouraged from speaking to one another about sex,
and actively policed from doing it online, whereas I can rely on the
experiences of millions of other women who have spent years hacking the
brains of unsuspecting men.

Anyway, the best feature of my pretend setup was that I had taken my
earrings out and placed them beside the phone. Leaving his key for the
taking. It lay as innocently inside the silver hoop as the bait in a
bear trap.

As I waited the excitement of lying there, partially exposed, began to
mount. I tried to keep my hand still with one finger poised just at the
entrance to my slit but found that even without touching myself there
was already a slow flow of juice running past my finger.

I have always been... well-lubricated. Honestly, that might be an
understatement. Which is fine. It would help set the scene if Theo
found me with a damp patch on my panties, but I felt a little bad that
the fabric of the couch was also becoming a swamp.

Oh well. I was committed.

Finally the door opened.

There was no conversation, so hopefully not mom or dad.

I waited, trying to control my breathing. Slow and deep. Like you're
sleeping.

My headphones were placed partially in my ear, but nothing was playing.
I could hear the footsteps.

Hopefully it was Theo. If somebody had broken into our home I was about
to act out a very different fantasy.

The footsteps stopped behind the couch. There was a long pause. Then
the footsteps drew closer.

Whoever it was now stood right in front of me. Taking in my sordid body
slumped on the couch. Nothing happened for at least a minute. Maybe
ten. All I know is that I felt goosebumps rise on my skin and my pussy
puckered and oozed with anticipation.

In the utter silence I heard the earrings lifted off the table. Then
the gentle /clink/ of the keys unlocking their cage.

I waited a few seconds and then opened my eyes and pulled the glasses
off my face.

Theo looked down at me, his pants around his ankles, one hand holding
his chastity device with the keys still in it, the other wrapped around
his growing genitals.

"Theo? What are you doing?" I tried to give my best 'disappointed, not
angry' voice.

Theo looked sad. And horrified. Like he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry. I saw you sleeping. And you looked so fucking sexy. I
couldn't stop myself," he stammered.

I sat up on the couch.

"Theo, you are better than this. And if you're not then you will learn
to be. Give that back to me right now."

He handed over the chastity device which I set on the couch beside me.

"Clothes off. On your knees."

He sensed impending rage and did what he was told.

"I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. You... you want me to be your
puppet. I'll do it. I'll go down on you even though you're my
stepsister."

"Oh no, Theo. Licking my pussy is a privilege. And you haven't come
close to earning it. No, you are gonna kneel there and I am going to
please myself. It's time you learned that there is no sexual
satisfaction for you now. The only pleasure you will get is from
pleasing me."

I grabbed his head by his curly hair and pulled him closer so that he
was between my legs. I'm sure he could smell me from there. And then I
slid my fingers under my panties, and deep, deep into my sopping wet
hole.

This was not a moment for rushing.

I massaged my labia with my outer fingers while I plunged my ring and
middle finger into myself. Then I pulled them out and wiped my fingers
on Theo's face. He didn't move. My sex puppet was a sex statue, gaping
at what I was doing to myself under my panties.

I'd have removed my underwear but I didn't think he deserved it. I've
seen enough pussy to know that mine is gorgeous. Plump and blushing
pink, elegant as an evening gown.

He didn't know what to do with his hands so I told him to put them
behind his back. Like father like son.

When I started getting closer I'd let off and squeeze my breasts
through the t-shirt or smear more cream from my fingers on his cheek.

Eventually I was tempted to tell him to finish me, but then what would
the point of this have been?

So instead, on the third round of bringing myself to the edge, I
decided I was ready.

Now I told you before that I have no problems with dryness. And that
extends to my finish. I don't always squirt, but I can if I want to,
and decided this time that I wanted to.

So even as my legs began trembling and my upper body convulsed in
climax, I kept my eyes open to enjoy watching Theo's expression as my
panties became saturated and then allowed a gush of liquid out and onto
his face.

I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. When I gathered myself up I
casually stated that he was to clean up the mess on our couch and
living-room floor. When he was finished, I watched him ice himself down
and clamp his lock back in place.

All according to the script.

***

But to be honest, by the end of the week I was feeling bad for Theo. I
couldn't unlock him after what he'd done, even if it had been a clear
case of entrapment on my part. But at the same time, he was clearly
desperate.

I was in my room wearing only a bra and panties, which at this point
was my normal attire for around the house (my stepdad was now avoiding
me like I was a gothic banshee). He came to my room naked and knelt
down (meaning he wanted to talk about his chastity) and told me that
his blue balls were unbearable.

You might think that this was just him manipulating me into a release,
but you've got to remember that men have had limited sex education and
severely curtailed access to the internet for the last ten or so years.

Knowledge is power and we have decided we want our generation of men to
be weak. Sure, every man knows ten different ways to perform oral sex,
but most guys under 30 couldn't tell their prostate apart from their
kidneys.

So Theo was telling me about his blue balls because he was honestly
seeking help for a problem he couldn't solve on his own.

"Take a cold shower. You'll be fine." I said.

I noticed that he didn't get up to leave, so waited for him to speak.

"Thank you. I will. But before I go, I was wondering, would you like...
I mean... could I please, /please/ lick your pussy. Even just for a
moment? All night long my cock aches in its cage and I dream of tasting
you."

There. He was learning how to beg.

As he spoke, I noticed precum dangling from the tip of his cage all the
way past his knees. It was just about to touch the floor.

Adorable.

"You haven't quite earned that yet. But tomorrow night I have a
surprise that I think you'll enjoy. You're going to have to sleep out
in the old tree fort though. And bring your phone. I'll call you when I
want you."

So the following night I had Bethany over. I had primed her all week
with the promise of some kinky shit.

When I greeted her I was wearing pale make-up, my tits were spilling
out the top of my corset, and I had a brass-colored strap-on. Basically
I was going for a steampunk sex-robot look.

I started by blindfolding Bethany and then defrocking the helpless
maiden.

God I love her tits. She has this innocent face, blue eyes with
unfairly long lashes and blonde ropey hair. She's got cute legs and a
cute little ass, sort of a waif look to her but with these large,
aggressively perky breasts. The kind that give guys stiff necks from
staring too far over their shoulder when they pass by. Torpedo tits.

I think the engineer that first drafted up baby bottles based the
design on her nipple.

And if you're a sex maniac like me there is nothing more appealing than
the contrast between those vulgar teets and that sweet face begging to
be corrupted.

So there she was, on display, all to myself. But not really to myself,
because Theo was in the treehouse which looks directly into the glass
door that leads from my bedroom onto the balcony.

And placed next to that door was my phone, on silent so no volume came
out, but speaker mode so that everything in the room could be heard on
the other end. Theo was on the other end.

I won't bore you with the details of how I kissed and nuzzled her till
she was ready for the hard stuff. Because really this is Theo's story,
and he didn't get to see much of that.

But when she was ready, I tied her hands together with silk and paraded
her right up to the glass doorway.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"I'm putting you on exhibit." I answered. Then I used my feet to spread
her legs apart and I lifted her hands by the silk and tied them loosely
to the curtain rod above.

"Oh fuck, you're so dirty Kat."

"Me dirty? You're the one showing off that smooth wet pussy to the
whole neighborhood. I think I can see Mrs. Lopez watching right now you
know."

At this point I was teasing the entrance to her pussy with my strap-on.

"Stop that, you cannot."

"Yeah, I think she's holding up her phone recording this. She's
probably going to take it back to Mr. Lopez and let him watch you
getting fucked for his release day."

"Oh my god, stop tormenting me."

"You mean stop this?" And I slowly parted her lips with the dildo,
pushing her forward into the glass as I did.

Her breasts pressed right up against the doorway. I wish I could have
seen them from the other side. I imagine they'd have looked like a
2-dimensional teenage boys' drawing of boobs. Just two big circles with
smaller pink circles in the middle. I would have gotten to see them too
if Theo had picked up on my hint to record a video from his phone but
like I said, our Theo only thinks with one of his heads.

I touched the door with one hand as I started a slow rhythm with the
dildo. The glass was cold. Must have been titillating for Bethany.

As I started to plow her a bit more vigorously I began having a serious
case of penis envy. Wouldn't it be great to not just deliver these
achingly beautiful sensations to the depths of Bethany's pussy, but to
feel the warmth and wetness of every inch of her at the same time? Of
course, if I had a cock of my own, it would have been locked in a cage,
so the point is moot.

"Please, please Kat, I'm ready. Please play with my clit." Bethany
whimpered with her cheek flush against the glass.

I had been intentionally avoiding her clit for this very reason.

"Oh, don't you want to be teased a bit longer? I was thinking of tying
you to the headboard and letting you go to sleep unsatisfied. I could
get myself off humping your thighs. Hell, if you're tied up, I could
even use your face. And then leave you untouched all night long. Just
like a boy."

"Oh God no, Kat, that's not fair. Please just give it to me now."

"You don't want to even know what it feels like to be denied?" I let my
fingers grace her thighs and then move in towards her clitoris,
circling it slowly.

"Please just touch me Kat, please."

I gently pinched the skin on either side of her nub, using it to
massage her indirectly.

"I'm not going to touch you there until you tell me the worst thing
you've done to your brothers. You tease them, don't you?"

Keys for My Birthday

by TiltingatWindmills (UID 6248561)

https://www.literotica.com/s/keys-for-my-birthday

Sex addled teen wants to control her stepbrother&#x27;s orgasms

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Story Tags: femdom; chastity; cfnm; humiliation; incest; domination;
cunnilingus; tease%20and%20denial

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