TITLE    : Memoirs of a Keyholder
STORYID  : memoirs-of-a-keyholder
SUMMARY  : Snapshots of a woman's life in a world of male chastity.
AUTHOR   : TiltingatWindmills@lit
DATE     : 2023-02-04
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |femdom|chastity|denial|cum eating|female domination|humiliation|tease|


<strong>Note from the Author</strong>

<em>This story contains themes of chastity, denial, femdom, and humiliation. If those don't appeal then I'd suggest trying out a different story.</em>

<strong>Age 18</strong>

Miranda stands across the room from twenty, naked teenage males. The boys are looking at the ground, fidgeting uncomfortably, their thumbs ziptied behind their own backs.

Next to her, fully clothed, her female classmates eye up the males like lions observing a pack of nervous antelope. Some giggle and point, others try to conceal heavy breathing. Hairs stand on end in the charged air, as if an electrical storm was circulating overhead.

When the teacher says it is time, Miranda crosses the room almost lackadaisically, standing next to her friend Joshua while other girls scramble for preferred partners.

You might think that the handsome or athletic boys are snatched up first, but some of the girls are bullies and they have other things on their mind.

Joshua seems simultaneously relieved and terrified at Miranda's choice. He does his best to conceal any feelings on his face, though his partial erection gives some indication of what's on his mind.

"Stop being so nervous," she whispers in his ear. "I'll make sure you have a good time."

The teacher guides them through various exercises. Icing down the genitals, putting on and taking off a chastity device, applying lubricant, attaching cock rings, sleeves and other sex toys.

Finally the teacher announces thirty minutes of "unstructured play". She says this with a wink.

Left untended with their prey, the girls go a little wild.

Miranda can hear the girl next to her whispering to her charge, "Do you know what a ruined orgasm is? No? You're going to find out soon."

Miranda surveys the class, and sees another boy squirming as his giggling partner inserts a finger up his anus.

She turns back to Joshua.

"You said it's been three weeks since your mom let you out, right?"

"Yes." Joshua's reply is barely audible.

"Well let's make the most of this then. Maybe we can squeeze out an extra round. Just tell me what feels good okay?"

Through trial and error Miranda learns what makes Josh happy. After only a few minutes he's warning her that he can't last much longer.

Surreptitiously she leans in and presses her breasts against his arm.

"Does that feel good too?"

He glances down and sees her breasts mashed together against his arm, piled up high in the confines of her tank top. He'd always seen her as a bit frumpy, his nerdy friend. Now he can barely contain himself.

"Oh my god" he whimpers.

Miranda doesn't have time to grab the tissue box on the desk next to her before the barrel in her hand fires off an errant shot. She manages to catch the second and third slugs of cum in her free palm and by then Joshua is more leaking than shooting and she does her best not to let anything overflow.

Unconsciously she rubs her thighs together and then stops herself when she realizes what she's doing. She doesn't know any girl who has a shorter fuse than her. She's had orgasms from simply sitting above the wheel on the school bus, and doesn't want to get carried away just yet.

Calmly she inspects the swirling white elixir in her palm, wondering what it would feel like to have the rapidly cooling liquid inside her.

"Do you think we have time for one more round?" she asks.

Joshua nods <em>yes</em>.

***

Miranda is being led by Ms. Stevens down the hallway. They stop outside of the old male changeroom where Ms. Stevens pulls out a long device with a plastic head, exposed wires and a basic motor.

"Do you know what this is, Miranda?" Ms. Stevens looks at her with disapproval.

"It's a toy I made in my electrical engineering elective."

"Do you want to explain how it came to be found in Michael Davenport's backpack?"

Miranda sighs. "I lent it to him. I thought he could use it."

Ms. Stevens doesn't wait before continuing. "Well he was caught using it in the male bathrooms. Luckily before he finished. You do realize it is illegal to make a vibrator, especially for male satisfaction? All government approved vibrators have known frequencies which can be detected by chastity devices to alert the authorities. This monstrosity qualifies as a black market good."

"Yeah, I get it, that's why I made the thing. Michael's mom is a bitch. She hasn't let him out in three months. The poor guy is going crazy."

"I'm sure Michael's mom is more than capable of making decisions for him, Miranda. And this isn't the first time I've heard complaints from teachers about your behavior regarding male chastity. You are being manipulated by these boys and it's high time that someone intervened. Come inside."

They walk through the door together.

Miranda bursts out laughing when she sees the room.

"Sweet Jesus, what the hell is this?"

The room has been renovated into some sort of sex-ed abomination. Posters with anatomical drawings or corny slogans line the room, but Miranda barely notices them because there are six glory holes spaced along the walls and they are fully occupied by erect penises. Standing straight, or curved as the case may be, the semi-disembodied organs look almost like suction dildos attached to the wall, but they are in fact affixed to owners in adjacent rooms.

"This is your punishment Miranda. Before I pulled you from your lesson, I went to a random Grade 13 class and asked for volunteers. The boys were told that they would be released from their cages, and that a female student would be allowed to touch their genitals, but they would be punished if they ejaculated. The reason I only have six volunteers on the other side of these walls is because there was only room for six. Every single boy in the class volunteered."

"Okay, what's your point?"

Ms. Stevens continued. "My point is that boys like to be teased. Their natural station in the world is being denied to the point that they want to serve us. When you release them too often, they forget their place. Of course they protest, but it's up to women to keep them in line. You are failing the sisterhood."

"Okay, well I don't want to tease them. I think it's cruel."

"If it's cruel then why did every boy volunteer to stick their dick through a hole when they had no idea what was on the other side? This is a lesson to you just as much as it is for them. Do you see what's underneath each of the glory holes?"

Miranda rolls her eyes before scanning the room. "Yeah, you have stools underneath and plates are on the stools, I guess to catch their jizz."

"Not quite. Remember they were told that if they ejaculated they would be punished. The plates are already full of liquid. I had our biology teacher extract a dilute sample of resin from a poison ivy plant. If any of the boys become flaccid, their penises will dip into the solution and they're going to experience the most excruciating rash of their young lives."

At this point several of the boys attempt to withdraw from the wall, but it seems that they are restrained in some manner that Miranda cannot see, and their muted protests suggest that they are probably gagged as well.

Ms. Stevens continues, "So for the next hour you need to make sure that all of these cocks stay hard. At 4 o'clock the boys will be released from the other side. I'll just be sitting on this chair to make sure you don't try and cheat."

"What the fuck, Ms. Stevens!? This is psychotic!"

Ms. Stevens only smiles as she sits down and pulls out her phone to pass the time.

Miranda dashes across the room to attend to a member that is already fading below horizontal and threatening to make contact with the liquid beneath it.

"Hey hey, it's okay," she says reassuringly as she grabs the poor boys' fading hard-on and strokes it hurriedly. "All that's going to happen is there's a hot girl on the other side of this wall, and she's gonna play with your cock for an hour okay? Nothing to worry about."

Miranda reaches out with her other hand to simultaneously pleasure the next boy who sighs with relief at her touch.

After a few moments she moves across the room and repeats the process.

Things go well initially until her hand starts to cramp. She has to let one arm rest at a time and contemplates using her mouth, though the stools are too close for that to really be an option.

As the hour passes on she begins making lewd comments for the boys' benefit, describing how turned on she is getting on the other side of the wall. She's panting from exertion and she can only hope that the boys find it convincing.

Then, with twenty minutes left she gets carried away and one of the boys shoots his load without warning.

"Fuck, fuck fuck," Miranda curses as she watches the eruption. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she says to whoever is on the other side of the wall. There is no way that he is going to make it. As best she can, she coats his wilting cock with a thick layer of her saliva, hoping it will act as some sort of barrier, and then abandons him to save the others.

Once his penis makes contact with the liquid he begins thrashing about on the other side and is mercifully released.

As the clock on the wall is ticking down, Miranda knows she has gotten through with only one 'casualty' and spends her time stroking a cock that she has come to think of as her favorite. Straight and polished and leaking rather profusely into the plate of <em>liquid itch</em> below.

"You fuckers owe me you know that?" She jokes to the hidden boys as she patiently strokes the twitching cock in front of her. "I should have each of you on your knees for hours to make up for the trouble you've caused me."

Ms. Stevens speaks up from the corner of the room for the first time, "Miranda, you might be a bit of a nerd, but you're a pretty girl and these boys are in chastity for 24 hours most days. You don't need to play with their cocks for an hour to get them to serve you. That's the point I'm trying to convey."

The alarm on Ms. Stevens phone goes off suddenly and someone must be on the other side with the boys because one by one the penises disappear from the walls like mammals retreating into dens. Miranda laughs with relief.

"It's just water on the plates you know." Ms. Stevens gives her a conspiratorial look. "This isn't a prison after all. But if you'd like to have one of the prisoners, one of the boys, sent in here, I wouldn't object. They will be locked up in their cage of course."

Miranda is dripping sweat and her arms hang at her sides exhausted. If she had to be honest she would admit that her underwear are also drenched, though not with perspiration. She would much prefer to pleasure herself right now but she doesn't think she has the energy.

"That boy on the left, I think I recognize his cologne." Miranda says.

"Jason Cartwright?" Ms. Stevens answers. "Shall I send him in?"

Miranda nods, yes.

"Would you like him blindfolded?" Ms. Stevens asks.

"Yes."

"I think he'll be very happy to express his gratitude."

<strong>Age 19</strong>

Jason and Miranda are not exactly a couple. In the old days they would be called friends with benefits, though most of the benefits accrue to Miranda. At least that is true until one cold night in January when Jason tells Miranda that he has discovered where his mom keeps the spare key to his chastity cage.

They plan to bring the key back to Miranda's place on a night when her mom is working late. Miranda is actually more enthusiastic about this plan because she knows it can work. Jason is less certain.

Male sexual education is limited to female anatomy and practical ways to bring womens' bodies pleasure, but they are kept somewhat in the dark about their own physiology and remain very murky on the details of chastity surveillance. That's the cause of Jason's reluctance - he fears he can't get away with anything. Miranda, on the other hand, is convinced that if he is blindfolded and in a dark room then his memspecs account will have nothing to record and there can be no problems.

And so one night they find themselves in Miranda's room. Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed, blindfolded and naked. It is only the second time she has seen his cock outside of it's tiny jail cell. She is simultaneously drawn to it and repulsed by it. <em>Penises look so unnatural outside their cages</em>, she thinks.

The young couple kiss and pet and Jason is too scared to perform at first but arousal overcomes fear and Miranda does have a small amount of experience getting him hard.

Out of long habit she pushes him to his knees and he warms her with his tongue. Then he is rising, licking her breasts and her neck. When he goes to kiss her lips she turns away, not wanting to taste herself, and he has to settle for nibbling on her earlobe.

Then their hips touch and they begin grinding on one another. Grinding, rubbing and then suddenly he is inside of her for the first time. She finds the experience stiff and almost painfully tight whereas Jason finds it warm, and wet and also too tight, but more in the way that he can barely contain himself. Miranda asks Jason to slow down and he does, but not enough for his own good because all at once he is gasping and quaking and then apologizing and Miranda realizes that it is over too soon.

She is actually angry with him. She allowed him to have penetrative sex with her and he ruined it selfishly. No woman should tolerate such behavior.

She is about to let him know when the door flings open and Miranda's mother enters like a steam locomotive - red and loud and angry. And she hasn't even realized yet that Jason has just ejaculated inside her daughter.

When the two lovebirds disengage, Miranda's mother sees the evidence of Jason's crime streaming down her daughter's leg and she goes apoplectic.

"You filthy animal!" She screams so loudly that she actually spits in Jason's face, and Jason, as soon as he manages to get his blindfold off, looks like he has made eye contact with a Gorgon.

Miranda screams at her mother to get out of the room, but Miranda's mother is having none of it. "Do you realize how much trouble he is in? Do you know what will happen if I press charges?"

Miranda knows that the answer involves two piercings and a steel cage and even though she's angry with Jason she's not angry enough to want that for him.

"You are going to get down and lick every drop of your slimy seed out of my daughter right this instant."

Miranda's mother is from the school of chastity feminism which holds that semen is to be treated like a toxic spill which only men are fit to clean. She pushes Jason to his knees in case he was having second thoughts.

Out of shame, Miranda covers her breasts with one hand and forearm and helpfully uses the other to guide Jason toward the rivulet that has now reached her knee. Her cheeks burn bright red with embarrassment but things are getting worse because according to Miranda's mother, Jason's mother is on the way and she is so furious that she hasn't decided whether to phone the police on her own son just yet.

Jason has by now finished licking up any swimmers who were naturally unselecting themselves by freestyling in the wrong direction. When he reaches the source of the leak, muscle memory takes over and he falls into the old habit of teasing Miranda's outer lips. She moans involuntarily and her mother smirks to herself. But then Jason plunges his tongue inside her, following orders to clean up his mess and Miranda groans like a 20th century porn star. She is now enjoying herself much more than she did at any point during their trivially brief act of coitus.

When Jason is satisfied that he can no longer taste his own jizz, he is at something of a loss for what to do. Wanting to appear appropriately contrite, he continues licking Miranda, but now moves up to her clitoris.

"Mom, tell Jason he can stop now."

Miranda's words are the opposite of convincing.

She is unsure why, but she has never felt this aroused in her life. Perhaps it is the danger of what they were doing. Maybe it is the act of being watched or the knowledge that she is degrading her own friend.

There is no time to consider these possibilities since there is a knock at the front door and Miranda's mother leaves to answer it. Soon Jason and Miranda's mothers are coming up the stairs, making furious mom noises, but they go silent abruptly when they enter to the bedroom.

Miranda is now holding Jason's head, trying to force his mouth against her sex and he is clearly struggling to breathe as she fucks his face relentlessly. Miranda feels exposed, her nipples are hard in the night air and she can sense the gaze of the two women on her body but this only heightens the comingling feelings of domination and vulnerability.

Her first orgasm grips her like a seizure and when it finally crests she smears herself against Jason's nose until a second one rises to take its place. The women in the doorway are speechless. As Miranda's screams weaken she pushes Jason to lie flat on the ground and the onlooking mothers think she is finished but in fact she has only done this to trap his head between her thighs and continues grinding for another minute or two until she is finally satiated.

When she stands she feels like a new woman, an Amazon, unashamed of anything. Some cum which had been deep in her womb is finally shaken out and she feels its coolness leaving her.

Her anger with her mother has passed, but she is still furious with Jason.

"She points to the final trickle of semen and raises her eyebrow, "Are you going to finish that?"

<strong>Age 24</strong>

Miranda is still wearing her wedding dress when she enters the room, but Tom is in nothing but his cage and tied down tightly to the bed. Men actually learn in school how to restrain themselves without the help of a partner. Such a task is much easier to accomplish with handcuffs, and a pair was already hanging from the nuptial bed when they arrived in the hotel.

"Comfy?" Miranda asks.

"Yes." Tom gulps, nervous and excited.

Following a trend of successful women marrying younger and younger men, Tom is only a year removed from high school. Miranda finds his nervous jitters endearing.

"Let's get you out of there big boy." Miranda straddles his lower body and unlocks his cage with a practiced hand.

"God I have been thinking of teasing this piece of meat all day long." She admires his slowly engorging member as Tom shifts nervously under her hand.

"And I've been fantasizing about being inside of you for months." Tom adds.

"Wait, what?" Miranda is taken aback.

"Well, it's our wedding night." Tom sounds suddenly panicked. "You know, so I've just been looking forward to finding out what it feels like to... to fuck you."

"Baby, I thought you knew. I've tried old-fashioned sex and it didn't do anything for me. We're not going to be doing that."

If Miranda had been plotting to spring this upon him she gives no indication of it. Her face carries only the look of concern and pity.

"I guess I thought maybe it would be different with me."

"Why would it be different? Do you think your penis is special?" She moves it around with pinched fingers like she is looking for some sign of uniqueness. "Did you think it was bigger than the toys I played with in the past?"

"I don't want to think about your past partners," Tom says.

"Oh I'm sorry baby. I thought maybe you kind of liked me teasing you - judging from how hard you get in my hand."

She may be right but Tom looks away, refusing to admit it.

"Well if it makes you feel better, I never enjoyed it. That kind of intercourse always made me uncomfortable. Even my best partners became so selfish. They just wanted to cream my pussy as fast as possible and then forget about me afterward."
<hr pg="2" />"I guess I knew you didn't like it but I thought it would be different this time. You know, since we're married."

"Tom, if I put you inside of me how long do you think you would last? Do you think you would stay hard long enough to satisfy me?"

"No," Tom admits after a long pause.

In another era he would know that if he was allowed out more often he could last longer. But for a man in the age of chastity, premature ejaculation seems more of a fact of male life than a solvable condition.

Miranda lets the silence sit for a moment.

"See baby, and that's why your cock is never going inside of my pussy."

His cock strains and spasms when she says this as if it has a mind of its own and is searching for a way out of this commitment.

"But we decided we were going to have kids? Right?" Tom questions.

"Yeah of course, but there are so many ways now to do that without you ejaculating inside me. No darling, I need to keep some things from you. Keep you believing that one of these days your perfect devotion will change my mind. Otherwise there will be nothing to work for."

Tom looks away with a sulky expression.

"Oh come on Tom. Don't pout. You're tied to your bed with nowhere to go. I promised you would cum tonight, and you will." She reaches out and grabs the base of his cock, stroking upwards to pull a gasp out of his reluctant body.

Her voice is tinged with a pity that Tom finds utterly convincing. "But you're just not going to cum inside me. Not tonight, and not ever."

She bites her lips as she says this and an expression passes over her face so quickly that Tom barely notices it. A fluttering of the eyelids and a grimace around the mouth. She wonders if he caught it. He has brought her to climax in public before with his hand only petting her over her jeans, so he knows that it doesn't take much, but surely she would need more than this?

The thought that simply vocally denying him her pussy would give her such sexual excitement makes him shudder. He feels like he has married some mythical beast that wants to gorge on his lust and compliance.

Tom wants so badly to ignore her now. To withhold his tongue and stage a coup from his chains. But she is able to cum as often as she wants and he hasn't ejaculated in three weeks. He cannot outwait her.

"Of course, we don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to." Miranda sees the situation getting away from her and gently pushes on the straps of her wedding gown. The silky white folds of fabric fall and bunch up over her hips.

"I can go get your cage and put you away for the night and then we can cuddle and talk about our feelings."

Despite her actions, Tom knows this is a genuine olive branch. Miranda would of course rather cum on his face all night long, but if he says the words she will spend the night cuddling him and soothing his worries instead.

When he hesitates she takes the opportunity to remove her bra and then crawls the length of his body so that her perfect breasts hang inches from his face.

"Go ahead. Honestly I'd respect you even more. Tell me you don't want me to toy with your cock all night long." She draws even closer and his mouth opens involuntarily as her smooth, hard nipples approach.

She reaches for his chastity device on the night stand and kisses it softly. "Look me in the eye and ask to go back in your cage."

Tom honestly considers it before he finally snaps - "No please don't lock me up again. I'm so hard - I need you to play with my cock."

She smiles and offers him her breasts; he takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking ravenously.

Eventually Miranda pulls away and she adjusts the large skirt of her dress above him. Briefly Tom thinks that she has changed her mind and is actually going to fuck him. Instead she mounts him so that the underside of his shaft is resting in the cleft of her pussy. She begins to slowly roll her hips, sliding up and down the length of his rod.

Tom is tantalizingly close. His cock has never touched Miranda's womanhood, or anyone else's for that matter. All he needs is for her to change the angle, to slip up by accident even, and he would be inside the warm folds of her womb.

But she does not, and unlike Tom, she is not tempted to. She prefers to control the tempo, and now that the smooth ridges of Tom's shaft are lubricated with her own wetness, she has everything she needs.

Once it becomes clear that she will not be changing her mind, Tom closes his eyes and revels in the overwhelming sensations. Even though he is desperate for more, this is perhaps the most wonderful thing he has ever felt. He savors the sounds of her slipping and gliding over his cock - <em>her</em> cock - as she sometimes reminds him. And although he does not yet know it, this is in fact the closest that he will ever get to being inside a woman.

Miranda, meanwhile, passes quickly from moaning to screaming. She emits the kind of cries that would bring the hotel manager running if he hadn't already been warned about the newlyweds.

Since Tom's hands are unavailable, Miranda palms her breasts for herself. A pink flush breaks out across her chest as she cums for the second time in minutes. And this time her orgasm is not some quiet, repressed climax, but a circuit-breaking overload that swamps her nervous system and reverberates in her limbs and the tips of her fingers.

When she eventually recovers, she rolls onto her side next to Tom, planning to give him the attention that she promised. But she finds his stomach and chest already coated in his own white glaze. She giggles for not having even noticed, and in spite of himself he joins her in uncontrolled laughter before they lean in for a gentle, loving kiss.

"I'm gonna take care of you, alright Tom? You may not ever get to cum inside me, but you're never, ever going to regret it."

<strong>Age 30</strong>

Tom holds his breath and steps through the metal detector. Red lights go off in his peripheral vision. What else was he expecting?

"Come this way sir." A young woman in uniform guides him past his wife towards a closed, windowless door. He sees Miranda calmly collecting his carry-on baggage before the door shuts.

The room is plain. A couple of seats, a table with a clipboard, and a mini-fridge in the corner.

"I'm just going to conduct a quick inspection sir. Can you remove your trousers for me?"

The young woman is cute. No more than 20, Tom thinks to himself. Her uniform is not particularly sexy, but her blonde hair is in a ponytail, something Tom always found attractive, and her lips are painted a seductive red that stand out from her creamy skin.

He slides his pants down. And then his underwear.

"So it's just the lock that's metal sir?"

The woman steps forward with a wand, passing it over his privates which swell uncomfortably in his cage.

"Yes, that's right."

Tom is used to having women monitor his cage. It's still a somewhat erotic experience in this setting, but not unprecedented. When he feels the woman's fingers on the device he realizes that she's trembling.

"Sorry. First day on the job. I know some visitors from overseas have these, but it's still a bit strange for me."

Protocol dictates that she must manually adjust the testicles and the cage. Some smugglers have used their men as mules in the past. But despite airport security guidelines to the contrary, Tom's cage is opaque.

Tom takes in a deep breath when her cold, gloved finger touches his scrotum. 17 days since release and five days since Miranda last touched him. She wanted him sensitive for the trip.

"Just so you know sir, we are obligated to inform all chastised males that the government recognizes you as a potential refugee claimant. In this country you are not forced to wear a chastity device, and if you are being imprisoned against your will we can take you through a back exit and begin filling out the requisite paperwork. I have been trained to remove devices as well and can assist you if desired."

Tom looks stunned. He is of course, kept in the dark about many things regarding his own chastity, but never expected this to happen at the border. Of course he knows other cultures have different sexual norms, but to consider his nation's own practices so barbaric was almost insulting.

"No, no" Tom responds without thinking. "I'm not a refugee claimant or a prisoner."

"Oh, so you wear this cage willingly?"

"Well, no, not exactly. But that's just how things are done."

"Sir, maybe you should have a quick look at this brochure."

She passes him a colored pamphlet with the heading "Know your rights" at the top. Inside are all sorts of diagrams of sexual acts. One shows a lone male masturbating in front of a computer screen. Another shows a man <em>receiving</em> oral sex. They are listed as examples of acts that are normal and fully permissible.

"No, that's okay Miss. I'm quite happy thank you." Tom quickly passes the brochure back even as his cock swells uncomfortably within its confines.

"Unfortunately, if you're not going to avail yourself of our refugee program I'm going to need to conduct a more thorough inspection. We've had trouble with smuggling via non-transparent devices in the past and since you didn't comply with the intake regulations I have no other choice."

"I'm sorry about that. My wife selected the cage."

"You should tell her to be more careful in the future sir. Can you step over here?"

Tom is guided to the far side of the room where what looks like a pull-up bar has been attached to the wall.

"This is just a precaution," the woman says as she cuffs one of his wrists before passing the handcuff over the bar and securing his second hand in the other loop. "Apparently there was an incident a few months before I started where a husband on vacation tried to assault one of the officers," she says by way of explanation.

Tom's arms are now suspended well over his head, and although he's still wearing his shirt and socks, there is nothing else but the chastity device between him and the cold air.

"I'm going to break the lock with these" she indicates a tool that Tom does not recognize but looks something like a large pair of scissors with added blade protection. "I will provide you with a replacement padlock and a key sealed in an envelope so that your keyholder knows you haven't been given access. Although I guess she can watch you on your memspecs account anyway?"

Tom nods to confirm.

The young woman goes about her business, breaking the lock and disassembling the device. She takes the device over to a table to inspect it on her own, testing it for various illicit chemicals associated with drugs, explosives and so forth.

When she returns to put it back on, Tom is sporting a blazing erection.

The young woman looks bewildered. "Umm, could you try to settle that down for me," she asks.

"I'm trying my best - I'm really sorry!"

Just then the door swings open. A middle aged woman sticks her neck through the opening.

"Jane, can you hurry the hell up? We have six men from the same flight waiting to be processed."

"I'm sorry," Jane responds, "It's just..." and she indicates Tom's erection.

"For Chrissake, just take care of it." And the woman leaves the door to swing shut behind her.

When he sees what she is about to do Tom protests, "Please, just give me a minute, my wife will be so angry."

"Well, I'm sure she'll be more careful in the future."

With a gloved hand the young woman approaches Tom and takes hold of his penis.

Tom holds his breath to avoid moaning, but it only makes it worse when he finally does inhale. He sounds like a diver emerging from five minutes of searching for pearls on the ocean floor.

"This should be fast, right? You've probably been in there for a while?"

"Yes," Tom acknowledges, trying to avoid eye contact.

The young woman Jane had given him a few warm up strokes, but is now pumping his cock furiously, checking the door every few seconds for her angry colleague.

She switches to two hands, adopting a corkscrew motion that puts Tom instantly on the edge.

"Oh god please, I'm getting close," Tom mumbles.

Just then the door opens and the middle aged colleague returns only to stifle a scream.

"What the hell are you doing Jane?"

"You told me to take care of it!" Jane's hands freeze in place as she defends herself.

"Jesus, there's ice in the freezer. Why do you think we keep it?"

The way Jane's jaw drops elicits a laugh from her colleague.

"Shit, that poor man looks like he's about to burst," the woman at the door points as she laughs. "Thank god I came when I did. Ice him back down and get him back to his wife before you cause more trouble."

Jane nods and runs for an icepack.

As she scampers towards him, Tom pleads with her. "Please, no, I was so close. I only need a few more seconds. It'll be faster than the ice I promise."

Jane looks him in the eyes as he begs but applies the icepack anyway.

"Fuck, no, no, no. Please!" Tom says and he backs up a few inches before his restraints go taut.

When the ice is applied he begins to shrink, though not as far as Jane would like. She never removed the the polymer ring that encircled his genitals, and now begins trying to stuff his wilting penis back in the tube where it came from.

Tom feels like he is in a fight of wills and is losing. Slowly but surely, one fraction of an inch at a time, Jane squishes his flesh until the device is back on and she can secure it with the replacement padlock.

"You know what?" she asks as she finally shuts the lock and removes the key. "I think I just realized why the women in your country do what they do."

When Tom is finally back in his cage and allowed outside he finds Miranda seated nearby, looking at her phone.

"You were watching me from my memspecs account?" he asks.

"Yep. You were almost in a world of trouble, you know that?"

It seems to Tom that he is actually in a world of trouble anyway. Really, it

is the worst of both worlds. Swollen balls and an angry wife.

***

"Tom baby, come here."

Tom can already detect the alcohol fumes in the tones of Miranda's voice. But it's to be expected. The kids are with grandpa and it's their first vacation since their honeymoon. Miranda is making up for lost time by drinking, and Tom has been trying to get a little bit of his pre-stay-at-home-dad figure back by doing laps in the pool. His hair is still wet from the shower.

"Tom, we were just chatting about you."

It's Miranda's new friend, Phoebe. The two girls have been inseparable since meeting on the dance floor three nights ago.

The women are both reclining in their bathing suits, cocktails in hand. Phoebe's figure is alluring and Tom does his best to keep his eyes above her neck. In an effort to minimize tan lines, the straps of her bathing suit dangle tantalizingly off her shoulders.

"Oh, nothing bad I hope." Tom feels a flutter in his stomach. Miranda's eyes peer at him from above her sunglasses.

"No. Phoebe was just telling me how different things are for her back home. Did you know the men still walk around uncaged. It's wild. One of only 18 countries left without locking laws."

"We find it so strange," Phoebe continues. "Back home men are always so full of bravado. But the few men like you that I've met here vacationing with their wives are so meek. How does it feel for you, knowing that you're in a country where most of the other guys are free?"

"Well, I guess I try not to think about it too much."

"Do you worry they're going to pounce on your wife or something?"

"Ha, ha, no of course not. I guess it's just weird. Cultures do things differently."

"Does it make you uncomfortable speaking about it?" Phoebe pries. "Maybe you feel vulnerable talking to me. Because of the power dynamic?"

"No, not at all. We're all on the level." Tom replies quickly.

"That's not true, Tom." Miranda butts in. "Chastity absolutely does put us on different levels."

Tom gulps, unsure of whether he should apologize.

"You don't agree, Tom?" Phoebe sits up and crosses her legs as she speaks and for a fraction of a second Tom's eyes are drawn to her golden thighs before darting back to her face.

"Like, if I gave you an order you wouldn't follow it, right?" Phoebe can't suppress a rogue smile as she asks. "After all, if there's no difference in power between us, you wouldn't need to obey me."

"Well, I do listen to my wife. She leads our relationship." Tom's voice is quiet.

"That's sidestepping the question Tom," Phoebe presses him. "I'm asking if you'd obey <em>me</em>."

Tom's mouth is dry. He tries again to swallow but nothing is there. He turns to his wife for guidance but her poker face is impeccable. Warring within him is the knowledge that he is in a different country, one where the laws he is used to don't apply. And if he is free, and if he chooses to live this way, then why can't he choose to disobey a woman from another country?

"I guess, it's different too because the laws aren't the same here." He finally spits out.

"Oh that's good. I'm glad you're not some sort of pussy-whipped slave," Phoebe says as she takes off her sunglasses.

Miranda giggles and sips her drink as Phoebe adjusts herself in the chair.

"All the same. I thought I'd give it a try," here she pauses and looks at him significantly. "You know I've never seen a man wearing a chastity device before, Tom? I'd like for you to show me."

Tom can feel both of the women gazing at him.

"Maybe I didn't make myself clear. I'm not asking Tom. Show my your cage."

She pauses and Tom's heartbeat accelerates.

"I'm going to count down from three, and when I reach zero you had better have done what I want." Phoebe's voice is dead serious.

"Three."

Tom looks to Miranda, who only shrugs.

"Two."

With shaking hands he moves his fingers to his belt. Phoebe nods 'yes'.

"One."

Quickly Tom undoes his belt, pulling his shorts down.

She doesn't need to say zero. Instead she laughs as, for the first time, she sees a full grown man in a chastity cage, his pink skin bursting at the small ventilation holes. Miranda joins in as well, tittering at his expense.

Tom is breathing hard and looking away in shame.

"Wow, that was easy." Phoebe says between giggles.

"I told you. We train them from a young age," Miranda explains.

"So if I told him to get on his knees and lick my feet, he would do it?"

"He'd do more than lick your feet, Phoebe."

Tom's cheeks are ablaze. He shuffles, and steps forward slightly, betraying his eagerness to be told.

"Don't get carried away little man." Phoebe grins. "I like my men big and in charge. That's all I need from you today."

***

Their ten days abroad have ended and Tom is back walking towards the metal detector. He holds his breath out of habit, but nothing happens. Miranda is waiting for him and reaches for his hand as they walk out of security, Tom studiously ignores the signs reading "Refugee claimants this way".

The flight is under-booked and they have the back row of the aircraft to themselves. When the cabin lights dim Miranda unbuckles herself. Tom was preparing to sleep, but even in the dim light he can see the mischievous sparkle in her eye.

"Are you ready?" She whispers.

Tom has no idea what he should be ready for but he nods anyway.

She slips her hand under the blanket that Tom had already laid out over his lap, and opens up his fly with a practiced movement. Tom has been fighting off an erection ever since Miranda released him before the trip to the airport. He cannot remember the last time he was free this long in public. She barely needs to coax him at all before he's fidgeting in his seat like a squirmy child.

She soon relents, taking a more teasing approach. Her soft hands pass over his thighs, then his stomach below his belly button and still he can barely contain himself. The stewardess passes by, just checking, and when she heads the other way Miranda suddenly dives beneath the blanket with her head.
<hr pg="3" />Never before has she taken a man in her mouth. It feels dirty and forbidden - something she would never do in her own home. But she is 30,000 feet over the ocean and the same rules don't seem to apply.

Miranda doesn't really know what she's doing. She circles the head of her husband's penis with her tongue like a lollipop and feels him shift his legs as she does. With her one hand she strokes his base, a movement she is more comfortable with. Then she bobs up and down on his cock, grateful that she had the foresight to throw her hair into a ponytail before she ducked under the blanket.

Then she feels Tom thrust his hips up and his cock almost touches the back of her throat. He's lucky she's in a generous mood. He stays elevated, his toes extended and his legs rigid and she realizes that he is about to cum in her mouth. Her lips detect his muscles rhythmically pulsing as they push his semen into her mouth. So many times she has manipulated him into an orgasm - sometimes when he wanted, often much later than when he wanted, and sometimes even against his will - but never before was the experience so intimate.

She emerges from the blanket, her cheeks red and her lips sealed. All these years and she finally knows what semen tastes like.

She doesn't like it.

She tilts her head back and the briny mouthful slides down her throat like an oyster swallowed whole. She tries to disguise a wince and is fairly certain Tom doesn't notice.

Miranda thought she might be aroused, but finds herself somewhat distant instead. She quietly turns down Tom's offer of reciprocation and tells him to get some sleep. In moments he is snoring lightly beside her.

More than anything she wants to brush her teeth and take a shower. She feels tampered with. A lifetime in a female-led society has hardly prepared her for this experience. She's glad she did it once. Tom deserved that much. But she knows she won't do it again.

<strong>Age 44</strong>

Miranda waits outside the door for her husband. She's been so busy lately that she has given him free reign during his weekly release time, which is generous even by her standards. To be honest, their sex life is in a bit of a lull. He still pleases her, enthusiastically even. But she has grown tired of teasing him. Of removing his cage, and hearing him beg.

"Please, please let me cum this time." Always the same.

She is still more sympathetic to the plight of males than her peers, and so instead of responding with long-term, hopeless denial, she has given him increased freedom. But even she would acknowledge that she should at least observe the odd masturbation.

Lately though she has been swamped with projects at work, and keyholding for a second man has proven difficult. Although her daughter, Alice, is technically old enough, Miranda doesn't like the idea of her looking after her brother Andrew, and so both men of the house enjoy a reluctant, guarded freedom.

To complicate matters, Tom's retinal device was irritating him, and the doctor recommended a one month break from memspecs, so Miranda hasn't even been checking to see what he's been up to.

Perhaps that's what's bothering her. Surely Tom must be tempted to take advantage of this lapse in oversight. She listens at the doorway and hears a crinkling noise. Even though she'd have a hard time pointing to exactly what her concern is, alarm bells go off in her head and she opens the door to check on him.

In the split second before he can react, Miranda has seen a pamphlet in front of him. Pornography. Tom can't access the internet on his own, but men still circulate illegal hard copies. By the time he's crumpled it up she has already made out the image of a woman being spit-roasted by two men. Absolute smut.

Miranda is furious with him, but more furious with herself. She has failed as a keyholder.

She rips the pamphlet out of his hands. Three pages of male rights propaganda and then one pornographic image to encourage distribution. A typical contraband tract from the Suffragents Movement. She recognizes the logo which has not changed since the days when she was a sympathetic young woman. A young woman who almost considered joining. But now she's a mother and has so much more to lose. Her husband has so much more to lose.

Tom begins to make excuses but falls silent when she grabs him by his erection. It's been 10 years since her last keyholding license course, but muscle memory takes over.

She sits herself in the bedroom chair and bends him over her lap in the standard spanking position. She directs his erect penis so that it points downwards between her thighs, aimed at the seat of the chair, and she clamps her legs together, pinching him in place. She's only wearing her pajamas, satin shorts, and her bare legs shudder when she makes contact with her husband's hardened flesh.

Tom knows he has crossed a line and his protests stop but he cries out with the first crack of her open hand on his exposed ass cheek. It hurts her too and she recalls the spanking guideline, "If it doesn't sting your hand he won't be hurting either."

She hears movement in the house. Creaking steps up the staircase - someone wondering about the commotion.

She strikes again. And again. Her timing is crisp and regular like the beat of a war drum.

She can already tell by the color of his skin that he will be bruised tomorrow. Good. If he had his memspecs account on he could have been in so much more trouble. He needs this discipline.

Tom is moaning beneath her but she's made up her mind. Twenty strokes, which means ten left.

On the eleventh stroke Tom tries to reposition himself. Perhaps hoping to aim the blows at a less sensitive region. But his movement has the unfortunate effect of sliding his cock further up Miranda's lap. His swollen meat just barely grazes her crotch now. She clamps down harder, now wanting to allow more motion, but she feels a tingle between her own legs.

She spanks him again and the ripple of her attack spreads down into her loins. She realizes that she is already wet. For all she knows she has been wet the whole time.

She strikes again, and again, and again.

Her next blow is almost a shove, pressing him into her lap and clenching her thighs together as she does. Unconsciously she digs her long fingernails into his already tender ass.

Suddenly it is too late and Miranda can't stop herself. She is going to orgasm and no physical force could stop intervene to stop her.

When she climaxes she lets out only a single word.

"FUCK."

As unearthly tremors reverberate across her body she registers a flicker of movement. Her daughter, Alice, standing in the doorway watching them. Alice's cheeks are flushed, hey eyes wide, and her small, round lips are pursed angelically.

When Tom rises awkwardly from the ground she silently disappears from the doorway.

It is only then that Miranda discovers the white, viscous tendrils stretching between her thighs like strands of white school glue. Some part of her brain noted and ignored Tom's pulsing reaction to her own orgasm.

Tom is of course going back in his cage for a long time. But, at least for a little while, Miranda has rediscovered some joys of keyholding.

<strong>Age 45</strong>

"Look baby, it just feels unnecessary." Tom pleads his case in gentle tones, trying to dissent without questioning his wife's authority. "I understand why you want to give Andrew's keys to Alice. She needs the practice as a keyholder. But you've always said that you were going to still be in charge of my cage, so why do I need to do this ceremony thing?"

"Because honey, Andrew just barely turned 20. Boys that age are naturally rebellious. Seeing you model submissive behavior is the best way to normalize it in our household. He has a chance for a bright future if he meets the right young lady, the kind of woman who can support him financially. But those women are not looking to break in their own man. This needs to be a team effort."

"Okay fine," Tom relents. "I get the reasoning. But why the ceremony? Why invite her friends?"

"It's all part of the culture. We're in a respectable community. People expect certain things of us, based on my job in bio-tech and our friend circles. And we have to meet those expectations so that eligible young women look at our family and think of it as a good place to secure a mate. It really is more for Andrew's sake than Alice's."

"And it's expected that I be there?"

"Yes. Every male of the household who is of age." Miranda cozies up next to her husband on the couch and fishes his cage out of his slacks.

"They're not going to do anything... deviant are they? I heard about one of these parties where the girls made the dad drink their urine."

"No, God no. That's just men scaring each other with urban myths. You and Andrew will serve drinks and platters. You'll be naked of course and the girls will be fully clothed. At some point you'll be released from your cage and then the girls will play some games."

"What kind of games?"

"One party I went to the girls used the boys' penises as catapults and competed for who could launch a penny the furthest."

"Sounds degrading. Don't you think?"

"Of course. The point is to reinforce a new hierarchy where you are the bottom. And you can either laugh and show you're having a good time, or one of the girls can grab you by the balls and really remind you who is really in charge." Miranda gives him a significant look.

"But I know you're a good boy." she continues when he doesn't respond. "And if you do well I'll let you pull up the memspecs footage of the event and touch yourself to it someday. You'll be grateful then. Anyway, Laura's going to be there you know. She's a little older than Alice, the natural leader of the group; she'll probably run the show to be honest."

"Laura? She's such a vixen."

"That sounds like a good thing to me. You don't find her attractive?"

"Miranda, she's half my age."

"I think you're only saying that because you feel like you have to. Youth is attractive, you don't have to pretend. That's why I married a man five years younger than me. Should I pull up some memspecs footage of you checking out Laura? Just so you can remember how hot you really think she is?"

Tom is about to protest but Miranda unlocks his cage and the feeling of her cold hand on his neglected skin halts him in his tracks.

"Hmm, I'll take that as a yes. Computer, pull up some quick shots of the last few times my husband checked out his daughter's best friend, Laura."

A screen on the wall in front of them comes to life as the AI rapidly searches through petabytes of data.

Several quick shots of Laura appear on the screen, all recorded from Tom's perspective. In the first Tom opens the door to their home and welcomes a bubbly Laura, sneaking a peak down her shirt as she takes off her coat and hands it to him. Her straight brown hair runs below her shoulders to where her back arches with a posture that speaks of self-assurance.

A few other, mostly innocent videos follow before Miranda interjects.

"Computer, can you skip ahead to the pool party back in July?"

Tom sees that there is <em>a lot</em> of footage from this event and winces. The recording plays several scenes of Tom watching the girls playing in the pool from the deck. His focus moves with Laura's body as she dives into the water, taking in the fullness of her ass, half exposed by a tiny red bikini bottom and obscured by the dappled light refracting through the rippled surface of the water.

"We don't have to do this baby," Tom whines as Miranda strokes him to his full form.

"I disagree. I want you excited for tomorrow, not sullen. When Laura takes off your cock cage I want you looking up at her in her little party dress, picturing the young smooth skin that she's hiding underneath. I want you to get hard so fast. Show them what a virile man I keep under my thumb."

Tom can only groan as she goads him on. "Baby, please, I'm already close."

"Don't worry. I know your limits better than you do. I didn't store up a month's worth of cum for you to blow it the day before we celebrate your daughter's 19th birthday." She turns away briefly, "Computer, move to the part where Laura has a conversation with Tom."

The screen flits instantly to a new image. Tom is sitting on a chair looking at Laura who is propped up on her elbows on the edge of the pool, her body still submerged in water.

"I don't know Mr. Davis," Laura says, "sometimes I think boys these days are too easy to manipulate. They'll do anything you tell them without putting up a fight. I'm kind of interested in older men who grew up when chastity laws were still untested and have a little self-respect. They're more of a challenge."

"Lord help the older men who run into you Laura." Tom replies.

Laura flashes a demure grin at the compliment.

"I'm already my brother's keyholder you know. I got this on my 18th birthday." She twirls her fingers around a key on her earring. "And I take care of my father too when mom goes away on business trips."

Tom remembers straining in his cage when he heard this.

"I know you're not making Alice a keyholder until she turns 19," Laura continues. "So in the meantime, if your wife ever goes away on a trip I'd be happy to stop in and take care of you."

There's a long pause. Tom didn't remember how slow he'd been to respond until rewatching now.

"Umm, well that's very kind of you to offer. I'm sure you can always suggest it to Miranda. She's a reasonable business woman you know, she'd be very professional in compensating you."

"I'm sure she would, Mr. Davis. But would <em>you</em> like that? Would you like me to hold your key for you?" And here her voice dropped to a whisper, "Would you like me to decide if you've been a good boy who gets out of his cage?"

As she says this she bites down hard on her bottom lip and covers the bottom of her mouth with her elbow.

Then suddenly she jumps and Tom's daughter Alice emerges triumphantly from the water beside her having snuck up on her like a playful shark.

"Haha, you little brat!" Laura screams and splashes Alice in revenge.

"I told you she's a vixen" Tom says to his wife when the footage pauses.

"You don't know the half of it. I told Alice that you'd be a hard sell for participating in the party so she gave me permission to share some of her memspecs footage. Check this out: computer, play Alice's perspective as she sneaks up on Laura."

Despite being underwater, the thin retinal cameras and automatic digital editing relay a crisp image. The footage starts with a small image of Laura seen from Alice's view: porcelain skin and red swim suit hovering on the other side of the pool. But as Alice draws closer the details grow even sharper.

Laura is submerged beneath the shoulders, her toned legs dangle in the blue. But a steady stream of bubbles and foam moves out from behind Laura - she is positioned directly in front of the pool's return jet. Specifically, her crotch is in front of this bubbly stream. She is using the full force of the moving water to massage her privates even as both of her hands are innocently visible above the surface.

"Do you see it, Tom?" Laura slows her strokes to the pace of dripping molasses so that she doesn't tip him over the edge.

Tom swallows. "She was masturbating right in front of me."

As Alice is finally about to reach Laura, the footage shows Laura's lower body shudder.

"She's not just masturbating." Miranda corrects him. "She's cumming."

The footage switches to a split screen and replays the scene. On one screen Tom can see Laura's shaking body, on the other he watches as she says, "Would you like me to decide if you've been a good boy who gets out of his cage?"

Miranda releases her grip and Tom's cock convulses fruitlessly.

"Do you want to see one more?"

Tom is exhausted but can't help himself. He nods yes.

"Computer, show the second clip that Alice sent."

Once again, the screen shows Laura with the video taken from Alice's perspective. Uniforms dangle from hooks nailed into a white cinderblock wall behind her.

A changeroom.

Here Tom is, now a fully grown man, finally seeing the secret realm of every male teenage dream.

Laura is wearing a pink summer dress. She turns around and looks over her shoulder at Alice, though it feels like she is looking right at Tom.

"Unzip me?"

Alice's finger reaches out and drags the zipper down, exposing the pale skin of Laura's back. Tom's eyes are captivated by the geometry of her bra straps and everything they imply. His cock twitches in Miranda's hand.

"Thanks!" Laura says cheerfully and then pulls the dress down all the way.

Tom is astonished. His jaw actually goes slack. There is Laura, standing like a goddess in her soft, pink underwear and his wife is letting (making?) him watch. He sees it all - her smooth legs, flat tummy, and perky breasts under the thin lace.

"So, how is being a keyholder?" Alice asks Laura.

"Good. Real good actually." Laura is fiddling with a sports bag looking for something. "It forces you to believe in yourself. It's weird, after it happens, how everyone starts looking at you different. Like obviously my brother looks at me different, but even boys in the hallway, or men in the street. They can tell the difference, even if my hair is covering up my key, they know I'm a woman now."

"So how often do you let him out?" Alice feels a little excluded and changes course.

"Well at first I let him out a lot. I just wanted to play with him. And there were a lot of accidents. Eventually my mom had to pull me aside and tell me to leave him in the cage for a week at a time because you could tell he was getting snarky. Now we're in a good routine. I let him out every two or three days to play with him and then I ice him down and don't let him finish till the weekend."

"Do you ever let him touch himself?"

"Mom says he shouldn't be able to until he's older. He still needs to get used to giving up control. So I do all of his releases for him. Turns out I actually have a weird thing for dicks. Sure they look funny, all veiny and angry like some sort of sea creature never exposed to light. But playing with them really turns me on. I love jerking them."

Here Laura pauses to mime the gesture and her breasts wobble as she does and both girls giggle.

"When I'm too rough my brother squeals or begs me to slow down and it gives me such a rush. And it's so fun to watch them spurt. Sometimes I cover the hole with my thumb and instead of it coming out in these bigs gobs it sprays like water through a punctured garden hose. I've shot it all the way onto his face before and he just takes it because it's still better than the alternative."

"Which is not coming?"

"Correct." Laura flashes another smile. "Or even think of it this way. If you were a boy would you prefer to have a keyholder who thinks your dick is silly and likes to clown around with it, touching it all the time? Or a keyholder who thinks your dick is disgusting and wants to keep it in its cage? My brother could do a lot worse than having a keyholder like me."

Laura swaps out the lace bralette for a sports bra as she speaks, shielding herself from Alice and therefore Tom, who almost sighs aloud in disappointment.

"So I guess you use your hands every time?" Alice asks tentatively.

"Of course silly! I'm not going to touch his dick with my mouth. Okay, to be fair, I did let him hump the soles of my feet once. That was kinda fun."

"Ugh, didn't his mess get all over you?"

Tom pictures Laura's beautiful legs covered with strands of white goo and he wants to faint.

"It wasn't too bad. I have a rule that he has to lick up anything that gets on my skin."

"Holy shit. And he does that for you?"
<hr pg="4" />"Alice, he'll do anything I say. His dick is in a cage and I have the key."

"If he does anything you say... do you ever get him to perform... favors for you?"

Laura looks side to side checking for anyone nearby but seems satisfied that nobody is within hearing distance. She leans in and says in a hushed, conspiratorial tone, "Okay, listen you can't tell anyone, but..."

And then the video ends.

Tom turns to Miranda, and immediately pleads with her "Miranda, you can't leave me alone with those girls tomorrow. I don't want to perform for them like a circus animal."

"Too intimidating?" She winks. "I know how you think though baby. Part of you is horrified at the thought of being controlled by these younger girls. But part of your wants it more than anything. This part." Miranda pauses to smear the clear, thin liquid that has gathered at the tip of his urethra across the underside of his head.

"I'm not going to force you to do anything. Your next release won't be for another two weeks, but you're a big boy. If you don't want to beg, then don't beg. If you don't want to cum, that's your choice too. I get why you don't want a bunch of girls seeing your vinegar strokes and honestly it would be good to challenge them with a man who doesn't cave the second they 'accidentally' flash some skin. But it's just like Laura says. At the end of the day, your dick is going to be in a cage and they will have the key."

***

Miranda watches her husband from a few steps away. His back is to the wall, his his hands tied behind him and a blindfold is tied over his eyes. The sound of feminine laughter fills the room and it reminds her of her sex education classes all those years ago.

Tom's bare feet shuffle in place on the hardwood floor. He is naked and probably cold, but not cold enough to lose his erection. He has been hard ever since Alice released him at the start of the party.

Miranda watches as her daughter steps to the middle of the room and clears her throat.

"Okay ladies. So the theme of this game is endurance. Our two men are at either end of the room, and we are going to put a pair of panties on both their boners." Alice illustrates by sliding Andrew's cock through the leg hole of a bright pink, lacy undergarment while Miranda does the same for her husband.

"Both of these panties were worn all night by one of the women in this room." Alice continues. "The first man to lose his erection enough that his panties fall to the ground will have to wear a pair of women's underwear all month long. The man who keeps his hard-on will have the panties he is wearing stuffed in his mouth for the rest of the party. Boys, we'll let you decide whether that's a prize or a punishment and act accordingly."

More laughter from some of the women.

"Girls, you can mingle while the game is happening. Punch is off to my left and Laura's mother has a table to the right with some sex toys and gadgets that may be of interest if you haven't had a chance to look yet."

Miranda spends a few minutes chatting with some of the other mothers and grabs some snacks for herself. From the corner of her eye she sees Laura approach her husband, winking at her as she does.

"Hi Mr. Davis. I hope you don't mind if I distract you for a second." Laura's voice is confident and cheerful.

Tom mumbles something quietly in response and Miranda moves a step closer.

"I just wanted to let you know that those are my panties hanging from your cock. So I really hope you don't disrespect them by dropping them to the floor."

Tom's member strains at this news.

"I apologize if they're still a little wet. I got a bit overexcited this morning thinking about what was going to happen today."

Tom's breathing is labored and Miranda can tell that Laura has already gotten under his skin.

"Anyway, I'm not sure if Miranda told you yet, but you're going to be seeing a lot more of me."

Laura pauses and continues when Tom doesn't respond. "You see, Alice is leaving for college in September and I'm staying local. But my mom got that job up the coast so now they're relocating even though I already accepted an offer. Well Miranda suggested that I just move into Alice's room. And in exchange I'll take over the responsibility of being Andrew's keyholder."

"Is that so?" Tom can only manage the barest statement in reply.

"Hmm-hmm."

Laura gently reaches for her own panties and slides them up and down Tom's shaft. Her eyes never leave Miranda's, waiting for the first indication that she's taking things too far. But Miranda only smiles.

"Your wife said it's such a big challenge. Keeping both of her men happy. She said that if I do a good job with Andrew she'll happily consider leaving me with your spare keys. To share the burden you know."

A lazy strand of precum has worked its way out of Tom's cock. Laura slowly entwines it around her finger and wipes it off on Tom's chest.

"Anyway, just something to look forward to."

Suddenly there is cheering from the other side of the room. Miranda looks and sees a pair of panties on the floor at Andrew's feet.

"Oh, good job Mr. Davis." Laura smiles. "I knew I could trust you with my panties."

<strong>Age 46</strong>

Miranda doesn't sleep as well as she used to. Quiet noises in the night wake her with a start and there is no point trying to roll over and doze off again.

And so Miranda finds herself walking on cat's paws out the bedroom door, trying her best not to wake her husband. She stands, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark.

At the end of the hallway, Laura's bedroom door is ajar and the moonlight from her window casts a quicksilver rectangle on the hallway floor.

Miranda hears whispers from inside the room and tiptoes closer. She knows she should just go back to bed. Or make a loud creak to announce her presence, but the rebellious young woman is still alive inside her.

"Do I look pretty tonight?" It's Laura's voice.

"Yes, God yes."

"I saw you looking at me today. Don't you feel bad? I'm your little sister's best friend and you're stealing glances up my skirt."

Laura's reprimand is playful but Andrew still takes it as an accusation. "I'm sorry. I can't stop myself."

"That's okay. I like feeling your eyes on me. It makes me warm and tingly. But you didn't always look at me like this."

"No, just ever since you took my key."

"Oh, why did that change how I look?"

"I guess I always thought of you as my little sister's annoying friend. Now I understand how powerful you are. Like sometimes maybe my cage gets uncomfortable and I can't even do anything about it. I need your help to fix it. I can't even get hard unless you say so. And when I am allowed to get hard you're the one who's right there."

Subconsciously Miranda's one hand has strayed to her breast and her fingers flutter over her erect nipple as she listens.

"I guess that's why you get hard every day when I come home from classes." Laura continues, "Does it hurt when you swell in your cage?"

"It's okay. I've gotten used to the tightness. But sometimes it can take an hour or two to fall asleep at night."

"Because you have a boner but you're trapped in your cage."

"Yes."

"What are you fantasizing about when that happens?"

"The party. It keeps me up at night, thinking of when you girls were all surrounding me. Feeling so open, naked in front of all of you. Wondering if you were judging my penis, the jokes that your friends made about it. And then Alice announced that I could finally cum. That feeling of gratitude and embarrassment."

"You know it made me wet, watching you spurt your load. Humiliating yourself like that. You must have felt so powerless. Even against your own body's urges. Am I right? You can be honest with me you know?"

<em>Is this what I sound like to Tom?</em> Miranda wonders. It feels so obvious. Like a cat playing with a mouse but pretending to be on its side.

"You're right, it's scary. I think I've started wanting more and more of the feeling. I never thought I'd say this but it feels... natural."

"Like you were meant to obey?"

"Yeah. It sounds crazy. Like at first I hated the chastity party. I wanted to get out so bad. But when we were playing that game and I was lying down looking up and you were holding my testicles and your friend was holding my dick,"

"Call it a penis please, good boys don't get to use naughty words."

Laura's commanding tone impresses Miranda. It's true that a keyholder is sometimes a confidant, but it's more important that she always be in charge.

"I'm sorry. When you two were holding my penis, and you controlled me so completely - I felt trapped until I finally let go and just gave in. Then it felt so right. I wanted to please you. To do whatever you wanted."

"That's good Andrew. I think it's natural for you to feel that way. Do you ever daydream about me making you do things you don't want to do?"

For a moment there is nothing but silence and Miranda holds her breath.

"It's okay Andrew. All men have fantasies, even ones they might not actually enjoy in real life. But the more I know, the more I can do for you as your keyholder."

Andrew seems to summon his courage. "Sometimes I like you ordering me around so much I think it might be sexy to have you control me fully. To wear a cage where I need your help to even pee. I know the cages exist - I had a friend who wore one for a week as punishment. I've imagined during one of your girls' nights, knowing I shouldn't interrupt you and waiting until I couldn't hold it anymore, and then asking in front of all your friends for your permission to go pee."

"But that would be so emasculating. It turns you on anyway though doesn't it? You get that full feeling in your cage when you think about this?"

There's a long pause before Andrew replies, "Yes."

"I suspected that you were more than just naturally submissive. The type that likes to be humiliated. Are you hard in your cage right now, Andrew? I know it's been some time."

"Yes."

"It sounds like you're maybe ready to do the thing we spoke about earlier then?"

"Yes, please, I'm ready."

"I wasn't sure since you've refused for so long"

"I'm sorry for disobeying you. I need this."

"Do you really want it, or do you just want to be released?" Laura's voice is playful, dominating.

"I want it, please."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to lick Mommy's pussy."

For a second Miranda thinks her son is talking about her, but quickly realizes that Laura has already trained him to call her Mommy. Her pulse quickens at the thought.

"And have you been a naughty boy this week? Do you deserve to lick my pussy?"

"I've been such a good boy."

"So if I look through your memspecs account I won't find you ogling any of my friends?"

"No, I know I'm only allowed to look at you unless you tell me."

"Hmm, good boy. Should I let you out of your cage while you please me?"

"Oh please Mommy. I haven't been out all week. I won't cum I promise."

"Okay, we can do it. But the truth is, I need it a lot less than the last time I asked you. I know sometimes boys forget because they're not able to masturbate, but I can touch myself as much as I want. This morning I came in bed using my vibrator, so really if we do this it's more for your benefit. If I'm going to let you eat me out, you need to know that you owe me."

"Of course, anything you want, please." Andrew does not hesitate now.

Miranda is barely breathing she is so quiet. But there is the ruffling of bed sheets, and a subtle click, no louder than a single tumbler catching in a safe, and she knows Andrew is out of his chastity device.

"No touching now. I'm trusting you to keep your hands on the headboard. If you move them for any reason, we stop and you go back in your cage."

There is silence, but Miranda assumes that Andrew is nodding vigorously.

"I like it better this way." Laura continues. "Knowing that you could overpower me if you want to, but you wouldn't dare. And so you do what Mommy tells you."

At last, Miranda leans forward so that she can glimpse the scene through the crack in the door.

The two silhouettes are on the bed. Her son is lying face up, his muscular thighs and hips cast in the blue relief of the moonlight, absolutely still except for the slow arc of his growing penis. It moves in fits until it is finally pointing parallel to his body, nearly flat against his abdomen.

Laura is crouched above him, kneeling over his face. Miranda can make out only highlights, the swell of her breasts in profile, the blade of her scapula.

Miranda notices that Laura is still in her bra. She knows there's a new trend where keyholders never allow their toys to see their uncovered breasts, a way to keep them in permanent longing, and she wonders if Laura has heard of it too.

"That's good. Start there. You can get under the fabric if you're able to pull it aside with your mouth. Hmm, good, that's nice."

Laura coos as Andrew tastes her for the first time.

Miranda shifts her weight between legs and feels the dampness that has gathered there. Cautiously she moves her hand down into her panties, applying just the slightest pressure. She's already soaking and must move slowly to avoid making a noise.

"Does Mommy taste good?" Laura asks.

"Yes, oh my God, yes," Andrew replies.

"You're going to get so good at this you know? I'm going to teach you everything they never told you in school. Hmm, slower, you're getting too excited."

Miranda can hear the sound of her son's tongue on Laura's pussy and she writhes in place.

"I want you to do this every night. Sneak into my room and make me cum with your tongue. Then shuffle back to your bed with your bursting little cock leaking in its cage."

Andrew whimpers beneath her.

"Fuck I love controlling you. Do you remember the first time you approached me in the kitchen asking to be released from your cage, and I said no?"

Laura's words drift out of the room in a breathy, languorous flow. "Denying you turned me on so much that when you slunk away I masturbated right there next to the refrigerator. I came so hard and loud that your mom rushed from her office to check if I was okay."

She pauses briefly to instruct him, "Hmm, that's good, more pressure there. Yes."

Laura leans backwards and lazily toys with Andrew's fat cock, picking it up and letting it drop against his tummy.

"Does that feel good for my little boy?"

Andrew moans in response.

Miranda thinks of how her own husband turns to putty when she holds his cock after a week of chastity. How much more so a horny young man. She knows Andrew will do whatever he is told.

"Shh. I like the feeling of the open door, but you can't wake up your parents."

Miranda watches as Laura grabs his balls and squeezes gently as she says this. Andrew squirms but contains himself this time.

"See how much better it is when you obey me?" She strokes him, once up and down. "But remember, if you cum without permission you have to eat it. Every. Last Gooey. Drop."

Andrew mumbles his consent and Miranda is mortified. This young woman is already more devious than she ever was. Still she finds herself plunging her middle finger into her needy hole. If Tom were beside her she thinks she would finally cave and impale herself on his hard rod that very moment.

"Oh fuck that feels good. Oh God, I'm getting close. You're making Mommy feel so good." Laura's hand is grasping Andrew's cock though she stops making any an effort on his behalf. "Just keep going," she instructs him. "Just like that. Oh fuck, yes, yes... yes!"

Laura is now the one guilty of being too loud as her wails spill into the hallway.

Miranda takes the opportunity to rub her own pussy - her clit is swollen and she smothers it in small, frantic circles. Soon she is doubled over as the consecutive waves of her climax ripple through her.

When Miranda comes back to reality the room beyond is silent and she worries they have heard her. She waits but there is no noise. She straightens out and peers back in.

Laura, her breasts still heaving with exertion, is raising her arm to the moonlight, inspecting it.

"Oh my God, did you cum without my permission?" She sounds secretly delighted.

Miranda can see a glistening, pearly strand clinging to Laura's wrist and forearm, and a puddle on Andrew's stomach. She knows what's coming next and goosebumps rise on her skin.

"I'm so sorry," Andrew finally speaks, his voice wavering. "It's been so long and you tasted so good."

"Shh, shh. It's okay." Laura murmurs to him. "I think it's hot that you love eating my pussy so much."

Laura uses the index finger of the other hand and collects the strand off of her forearm.

"Besides, ever since your mom told me I would be your keyholder I've fantasized about feeding you your own cum."

Miranda can almost feel the words passing through her body like shockwaves and she shivers violently. She knows now that she is not close to being satisfied. When she agreed to have Laura come to her house she was hoping it might add some spice to her sex life, but never imagined anything so graphic.

With a plan in mind, she slinks back to her room. She doesn't even remove her hand from her underwear for fear of making noise and her fingers slip across her smooth skin and stretch her sopping wet panties with each step. She cannot prevent herself from emitting a soft mewl, and she stops in her tracks to covers her mouth and check if she has been detected.

There is still whispering from the other room, and soft licking noises. They aren't finished yet but she has to hurry.

She keeps to the edges of the hallway to avoid any creaks and turns the doorknob with her dry hand.

Once she is back inside the room she moves to Tom's side of the bed. He is sleeping soundly, oblivious of what is coming.

Miranda gracefully lifts her leg and sets her knee down next to Tom's face. Then parting her underwear she descends on him so that the first thing he feels when he wakes is her wet pussy pressing against his lips.

She has woken him like this many times before, though never in the middle of the night. He doesn't need to think and his tongue starts moving as soon as his eyes are open. Trained to warm her up slowly, he doesn't know that she's already climaxed once, and she impatiently grinds against him, signaling that he should skip the teasing formalities.

With her thighs clamped tightly around his ears, Tom doesn't even hear the quiet footsteps passing by their room, but Miranda does and it sends her spinning into a second orgasm.

As the tremors echo around inside her body she thinks back to Laura, so full of confidence that she compelled her toy to eat his load. After what happened that night with Jason many years ago, Miranda always told herself she wouldn't make another man debase himself in that way. Least of all the future husband who she wanted to respect.

Now she realizes how erotic she finds the mastery of the male body displayed by her daughter's friend. Such a taboo, broken effortlessly.

Miranda thinks back to her wedding night when she discovered the white, sticky mess Tom had made on himself. She imagines how she could have dipped her innocent finger into that milky pool and then placed it on Tom's tongue. Feeding him drop by salty drop until nothing was left.

Of course there's still plenty of time.

Tom is dutifully beneath her right now. Caged, yes, but with balls so full and blue that he is ready to cum at a moment's notice, just as soon as his mistress allows it.

22 years into marriage and Miranda is just getting started.

<em>Author: Please leave comments, suggestions for other stories, and constructive feedback below!</em>

