A friendly helper

Aimee, a friend of mine, and I often hang out. We have been friends for many years. She is genuinely a really great friend.

We’ve seen each other naked a few times, skinny dipping, and we have stayed over at each other's flats, on the sofa of course, but once we slept with each other - and I mean we slept with underwear on - more like passed out. We made a great big spoon and a little spoon.

After one time, when I took her out for dinner when she returned from travelling, we were chatting on her sofa, both a little drunk, and she asked about sexual fantasies.

I mentioned chastity and that I had a basic Amazon cage which I had tried to use, but I always gave in after a couple of days. The cage was only really good for the short term anyway since a decent one needed to attach to my piercing - which she knew about, as I had told her way back when we discussed intimate piercings.

She asked why it was a fantasy, and I said it was really hot to give someone else control and that I masturbated to porn a bit too much, and I felt it was getting in the way of me finding a relationship. I said I would like to experience a long time without orgasms. She seemed curious and poked fun a little, saying, “Awww, he can’t keep his hands off his dick.”

She told me her fantasies of having a relationship with an older woman, or maybe a man, and that really she just wanted to have a good relationship that was fulfilling and wholesome. She hoped the sex part of things would just work itself out.

We both agreed that was a great fantasy.

Several weeks went by, and we met up a few times for coffee and chats. I thought the conversation about fantasies was forgotten. At least it was by me.

We met at one of our favourite little restaurants, a cheeky little Italian not far from the cinema. We’d both been busy with work and other shit, so we chatted a lot while waiting for the starter. She’d been promoted at last, her cat got sick, her Mom has a new BF, and my car broke down; it was expensive, but I found a cheap fix and finished one of my projects.

After the starter, we discussed new movies coming out and made some decisions about which ones we should see next month. Dinner arrived, and we got into the flow of talking about our favourite movie scenes.

After dinner, she excused herself and went to the toilet. She seemed to drink the wine a little quicker than usual, so I ordered a second bottle. It was a really nice Rioja.

When she came back, she looked quite serious. Not in an ominous way, but more than when she left. “Can I ask you a question?” she said, “Sure, anything.”

“Can I be your keyholder?”

I almost spat wine over the table. Looking around to see if anyone else had heard her, I said, “Sorry, I don’t think I heard you properly. Can you say that again?”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. I was being silly,” she said as she tried hiding behind her glass while taking a slow sip.

I knew her well enough to know she wasn’t being silly.

“You want to be my keyholder?”

She squirmed a little and said, “I do. I have been reading about it since you mentioned it. I have read several books and watched many videos, including femdom porn, and I think I would be the perfect keyholder for you.”

She continued, “I know what to do, I know what is involved, and I am prepared to invest my time and energy into it if you are.”

Astonished, I said I’d need to think about it. I said I was surprised and somewhat taken aback. I reassured her that I was excited by it,

She perked up and started telling me that she read about orgasms and the link to porn and how abstaining from orgasms can really expand my mind and provide me with a lot more energy for other things. She was excited. She had done her research.

“I’ll send you some links if you want. There is a wealth of information about it online,” she said.

“Please do. I am interested to know what you plan.”

“I’ll send the links but one of the important aspects of this is that I am in control, and you don’t know the plan. It doesn’t work if I tell you what will happen.”

I laughed, “Okay, I understand. So, assuming I say yes, what is the next step?”

“You will properly measure yourself after a ten-minute cold shower as that ensures no excitement. I’ll send you a link to how to measure yourself. You then give me the measurements, and I’ll get a cage for you. It will be attached to your piercing as an extra security measure.”

“I’ll come round tomorrow, and you’ll put on your current cage, and I’ll take all of the keys. Yes, all of them. I have read enough to know what chastity boys are like.” she said as she smiled at me.

As she was talking, she was twirling her hair. Round and round she went. It was almost hypnotic. I’ll never forget that moment.

I agreed. She would come around tomorrow around midday, I would measure, and she would take the keys to the current crappy cage.


Oh boy, I barely slept. She was on my mind, in my mind and invading my thoughts. My mind raced with thoughts of backing out, going through with it, trying to cross all future bridges…I practically exhausted myself.

She had awoken super horny me and wanted to play with my fantasy.

I showered cold and followed the instructions on the link she gave me, including the position of my piercing. It felt weird doing this, but it was too exciting not to do it. I thought about her looking at me, twirling her hair, telling me she wanted to be my keyholder, to lock my cock in a cage and to deny my erections and orgasms, stop me from masturbating.

When we first met and started hanging out, I thought she was hot, but as we became friends, I fought against such ideas as I really enjoyed hanging out with her. We had some close calls, like sleeping together, but every bump was smoothed out.

Now though, she wanted to take the keys to my cock, and suddenly she was right there, in the middle of my biggest fantasy, all fucking hot and sexy as hell. And I hadn’t even given her the keys yet.

I put the cage on. It was a bit of a struggle as I had already abstained from orgasm for almost two weeks, but I had been masturbating and edging to porn like an idiot.

12:15, the buzzer rang, and I was at the door before its echoes had ceased.

“Hey, Aimee, nice to see you again so soon,” I jokingly said as we hugged.

She came in, she seemed a little more business-like than usual, not just in how she acted but in what she was wearing. She looked great. Like she had just been to a very important meeting. I’d seen her dressed like this a few times after big meetings, but it was Saturday, and no meetings except ours.

She asked me if I had measured how she had specified, and I said yes. She asked if I understood what I was doing, and I said yes. She pulled out a piece of paper, it was a simple contract. It basically said that I agreed to let Aimee decide when I would be caged, when and how I would be free, when and how I might orgasm, which cage I would wear, and how long I would be caged.

It was simple and concise, and she asked me to sign it.

I looked at her and thought about how long we have known each other, how we have laughed and cried together, and how we have always come back to each other, and I signed it.

She folded it and put it in her pocket, asked if I was locked, and I said yes, and then asked for the keys and gave them all to her.

She said we should have lunch, there was a nice place neither of us had gone to before, and she had looked at the menu already, so she knew there were plenty of things we’d both like.

Before we left, she took one of the keys, threaded a necklace chain through it, and asked me to help her put it on. She handed it to me and turned her back, lifting her hair as she did. I fastened it, and she turned around to show me. She undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. There was the key to my cock resting between her breasts. My cock twitched but couldn’t grow.

“At first, I’ll always have a key with me, and on special occasions, I’ll wear it, but the other keys will be at my place, in my safe,” she said as she headed to the door.

At the door, she stopped and turned to me, looked at me and then at the door, and back at me, and said, “A gentleman always opens the door for his keyholder,” she said as she smiled. I darted past her and opened the door.

When we arrived, she said there wouldn’t be any talking about chastity until she brought it up. She said we would discuss it when we return to my place after lunch, but until then, she doesn’t wish to discuss it. My cock twitched again. I, of course, agreed.

We had a delicious lunch, there was a fantastic garden with tables out back just overlooking the canal. She was right about the restaurant.

Walking back, all I could think about was her and the key and the cage on my cock.

When we returned, I made a coffee and sat at opposite ends of the sofa. I was bursting to talk about chastity, but somehow I managed to restrain myself. After some agonising small talk, she brought it up.

“I’ll order a new cage this afternoon when I get home. I have already chatted with the cage makers, and they say they can get it to me this week. I’ll come round when it arrives, and you can put it on.”

She then asked me a few questions about my experience so far.

“How long have you managed without ejaculating?” 1 month.

“What’s the longest you have stayed caged without a single unlock?” 2 weeks.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” Mostly femdom, tease and denial.

“How often do you watch porn?” I bowed my head, ashamed, and said, “Every day, pretty much.”

“When was the last time you masturbated to orgasm?” about two weeks ago.

“How often do you masturbate?” Again, ashamed, I said, “Every day, several times a day.”

“So you like edging?” “I do,” I said, “I like the denial.”

She smiled at that.

She said that until the new cage arrives, she knows I can slip out, but she will trust me. “Since it’s been two weeks since you orgasmed, and we know you can last a month, I am not too worried, but if you do slip out and masturbate, then I will be very disappointed,” she said as she stood up to leave. I grabbed her coat, we hugged, I opened the door, and we said goodbye.

I hadn’t worn the cage for a few months, and my cock was raging in it. I was already off the charts horny just thinking about being caged, but now I didn’t even have any keys for it.

It’s fine, I thought. I’ve gone longer than a week quite a few times.

I barely slept the next few days. I kept waking in the night dreaming of the key between her breasts and my cock straining in the cage. I’d shower, use qtips in the cage to clean, and get to work trying to focus for more than a minute on something useful.

It was hard work. I was leaking pre-cum pretty much the entire time.

Aimee texted me on Thursday to say she had a delivery and that if I were free, she would come around in the evening, around 7 pm. Of course, I said yes. I was excited to see her.

She arrived at 7 pm on the dot, carrying a small package. Again, she was dressed for business. She looked great, especially since she was wearing the key.

I offered her a drink, but she said she couldn’t stay long. She put the box on the table and told me to open it. Inside was a metal cage with an attachment for my piercing, one unusual-looking key, and a note from the maker. Apparently, the cage was titanium, made to measure, and very secure.

She handed me the key and told me to remove the current cage and put on the new one right there before her. She said she wanted to see how it works. She said I needed to be quick.

I picked the new cage up and looked at it. It was just like others I had seen on Amazon, but the workmanship was great, and it was really light.

Slightly embarrassed, I pulled down my trousers and underwear, quickly removed the old cage, put the new ring on, the piercing part, and then the cage. It was a bit of a struggle as I wanted to get hard, but I was also really nervous, and nerves affected my erection at the best of times.

The cage was smaller and tighter than any I had worn before, but it was very comfortable.

She told me to take the old key off her necklace, put the new key on it, and hand it to her.

“When you offer it to me, I want you to ask me to keep your cock locked, and when I take the key, I want you to thank me for keeping your cock locked.”

I did as she said, held my hand out with the key necklace and asked, “Aimee, please keep my cock locked.”

“Of course I will,” she said as she took the key.

“Thank you for keeping my cock locked,” I said, “You are most welcome,” she said as she fastened the necklace and ensured I could see the key.

“Now that you are securely locked, and I know you can’t pull out, we can discuss how this will work. This will be real chastity now.”

She said we’d only talk about chastity when she brought up the subject. She knows it will be difficult, and I’ll be horny, but it will pass.

I asked about how long I would be locked, but she said she didn’t know and would think about that soon but the next few weeks will be getting used to the new cage, finding a good hygiene regime, and hopefully settling into being caged by her.

She asked if I had any concerns, and I said that I was struggling to sleep, to which she said that it would pass.

When we hugged at the door, she hugged me a little longer and whispered, “I own your cock now,” before saying, “See you soon”, and walking away.

I sat on the sofa, looking at the old cage on the table. I pulled down my trousers and underwear and looked at the new cage. It was quite a bit smaller than the old one, and the lock was very unusual.

It was very comfortable, even if a little cramped.

I decided to test it by watching some porn.

The experience was predictably dissatisfying, and the cage really restricted my ability to get an erection. The piercing attachment didn’t bother me at all.

I could see this would be interesting.

When I tried to sleep, my mind was wrestling with thoughts such as “Why am I doing this” “How long before she lets me jerk off” and “How long before I can have an orgasm.”

Around and around my mind went, thinking instead of sleeping. The next week was a blur of sleep deprivation.

I messaged her on Thursday and asked if she wanted to go to the cinema this weekend, but she said she has plans, maybe the next week. Oh god, I thought, I’m getting close to the longest caged and longest without orgasm. She asked how the cage was, did it chafe, any soreness, etc. I said it was all good but that sleep is tricky. She said it will pass. I said I was really horny, and she said she liked me that way.

The next week I slept better, and the nighttime erections only caused problems if I drank too much in the evening.

Going out was starting to become a problem. I felt that every woman I saw knew I was locked and horny, and she knew I thought she was attractive. Every woman seemed to be getting flirty with me even though I knew she couldn’t be. Sometimes I would just be in a shop, paying for stuff, watching the cashier talk, and I would be lost in her eyes or lips, hoping and praying my cock wouldn’t try to get hard.

Every tiny sexual thought, every attractive woman, would make my cock twitch a little. I wondered if it always did that or was it just now that I am caged and horny like a hound dog.

I felt like I was going insane.

I messaged Aimee on Thursday to ask if she wanted to go out for dinner, but again she was busy. She said she would be free the next weekend. Again she asked me about the cage, whether I was okay, etc. I said all was good and I was sleeping better, but the horny levels were driving me crazy. I said that I had never gone this long caged or without orgasm and she just remarked how lovely it was to be breaking records with me and told me to thank her for keeping me locked, which I did of course.

The next week I watched far too much porn. I knew I shouldn’t have, but I was craving a sexual release. However, no matter how much porn I watched, there was no release. I just made myself even hornier and crazy.

Aimee messaged me and asked me how I was, how her little locked cock was. Everything was fine, no worries. I told her I was insanely horny and that I really needed a release and some time without the cage on. I said it was almost five weeks since I last had an orgasm, which was my personal best, and around three weeks caged.

She said she wanted to come this weekend but needed to head back to her Dad’s as he was unwell. She said she would definitely be free the following weekend if her Dad is okay.

I was gutted. Another week? I’d go crazy.

About halfway through the week, I messaged her and desperately asked her to let me out of the cage, I said I was going insane. She didn’t reply until the evening, around 10 hours later, I was going out of my mind. She told me that we would talk about it when she returned. I asked how her Dad was, and she said he was much better.

On Friday, she said she was flying home and would come around on Saturday morning.

I waited patiently until midday, when I messaged her and asked if everything was okay. About ten minutes later, she replied that her flight was delayed and she didn’t get back until the early hours, so she overslept. She asked if she could make it tomorrow. I said yes. She sent me a selfie in bed, just her face and sticking her tongue out.

Sunday morning, she arrived around 11 am, bright as a button. I made us both a coffee, and we sat on the sofa. We chatted about her Dad, and she said how nice it was to see old-school friends. An hour or so went by before she mentioned chastity.

“How is the cage? Any sore bits?”

“No, it’s all good so far. I’m just really horny and desperately want to have some time out of the cage,” I said, looking at her with my best attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

“While I was at my Dad’s, I had plenty of time to think about what we’re doing and doing further reading,” she said, “I think it’s too soon for the cage to come off.”

“No, please, I need it off, if only for a minute or two. I just really want to have an erection and to feel it.” I blurted out.

“No, it needs to stay on a little longer. Trust me, you’ll thank me for being your strict keyholder.” she smiled, twirled her hair, and added, “I’m going to stay here tonight. We’re going to sleep together, naked. It will be my treat for you, and I need some skin-on-skin contact. Is that okay?”

My eyes widened, and my cock strained in the cage. “Yes, of course, that would be fantastic.”

“No more talk of chastity and erections or orgasms now.” and with that, she changed the subject.

We chatted for a while, I made dinner, we watched some crappy TV, and when it came to bedtime, she grabbed my hand and led me to my room.

She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “C’mon, show me. I want to inspect you and, of course, my cage.”

I wanted to protest, but also I didn’t. I was a little embarrassed but also excited. I quickly removed my clothes and stood in front of her. As she bent down to look more closely at my caged cock I could see down her top and noticed no key between her breasts.

She cupped my balls in her hand and moved the cage from one side to another, “It looks good, no redness at all, and the fit is perfect,” she said as I started swelling in the cage, “Well, it was until that happened”.

She giggled a little, stood up and moved around the other side of the bed.

She quickly got undressed and jumped into bed.

My cock tried its hardest to get erect, but the cage was unrelenting. I had forgotten how sexy she was. She had a wonderful tan from being at her Dad’s and had perfect bikini tan lines.

I jumped into bed and lay on my back. She moved to my side and snuggled up. “Mmmm” she said, “I really needed this. Thank you so much.”

“Oh, you are most welcome. I really needed it too. I noticed you didn’t bring the key,” I said.

She told me that she had no intention of bringing it and had locked it in the safe at home with the others—that way, she wouldn’t be tempted to unlock me.
She turned over, switched off her light and told me to snuggle up. I turned my light off and did as I was told. I could feel her round butt against the cage. She wriggled a little and let out a little giggle, I wrapped an arm around her and lay there behind her.

“Thank me for keeping your cock locked. Thank me for not letting you get erect and masturbating,” she whispered.

“Thank you for keeping my cock locked, Aimee. Thank you for not allowing me to get an erection or masturbate,“ I said somewhat begrudgingly.

“Now, convince me to keep you locked for another month.”

“Oh please, no, Aimee, I don’t think I can do it. I’ll go crazy, my cock will shrink, and it won’t work, please. That will be almost eight weeks without even an erection.”

She turned onto her back and put my hand on her smooth little pussy.

“Shhh, it’s okay, you can do it. Your cock will work just fine, trust me, and there is no evidence to say that it will shrink. Besides, eight weeks isn’t really that long.”

“Hold my pussy and convince me to keep you locked for another month, and I’ll give you a big reward for being a good boy.”

My cock was throbbing in the cage, I was starting to think that I might just have an orgasm right there without touching.

I swallowed and said, “Please, Aimee, keep my cock locked in your cage for another month. It would really help me if you could do this.”

She reached her hand down into my crotch and found my throbbing caged cock, “Of course, I will, and since you asked so nicely, I’ll let you give me a beautiful slow orgasm.”

Snuggling up to her, my face in her neck amongst her hair, slowly bringing her to an explosive orgasm was almost orgasmic for me too. She writhed and cried out, her warm wet little puss twitching as my fingers probed her and found her sweet spots.

We met again two weeks later, at the Italian place by the canal. It had been six weeks since my last erection and 8 weeks since I had last had an orgasm.
Aimee had arrived first. I was a few minutes late. We had a huge hug. Her natural perfume almost made me dizzy. We chatted about what we had both been up to the last two weeks, lots of small talk, no discussion of chastity.

We stayed quite late, not quite the last to leave. The restaurant called a cab for Aimee, and I walked home.

When I got home, I flumped onto the sofa and sulked. I was confused and miserable, but then a massage from Aimee popped up. She said she had a lovely time and wanted to do it again at the same place and time next week. I agree. Her message put a skip in my step.

The next week flew by. Obviously, I was horny. Obviously, I wanted to jerk off, but it was impossible.

The same thing happened when we met. No discussion of chastity. It was a really nice evening. When I got home, Aimee sent me a message, saying she loved the evening and looked forward to doing it next week, but this time she wanted me to come to her place to cook us both a meal. I was really excited.

Just another horny week. The nighttime boners were no longer keeping me awake, and often I forgot the cage was there. I had mastered my

8 weeks without erections or masturbating, 10 weeks without orgasms. I was setting new records. Whenever I thought about Aimee my cock would throb in the cage. I learnt a lot about controlling my own thoughts, about being able to shut out unwelcome thoughts and to focus on what I wanted at that moment.

I was at Aimee’s place at 7 pm on the dot. She opened the door with a huge smile and gave me a giant hug while she rubbed her crotch against the cage. She was immediately playful. Wearing a light summer dress and bare feet, she looked amazing.

She grabbed my hand and took me to the kitchen, and instructed me to start doing some chopping.

“We can talk about chastity for the next hour if you like, while we are making dinner, but once we are eating there is no chastity talk until I want it again. You’ll be staying over.”

My cock nearly broke the cage.

“Tell me about chastity, how has it been for you? Has it been your fantasy?”

I wanted to lie but couldn’t, “I have loved it, the horny feelings are setting down, I don’t waste as much time on porn, I feel energised.” I told her how crazy things had been and what I had been doing to get past it.

She was impressed.

We ate dinner, chatted about other things, watched a movie, and then she dragged me off to her bedroom.

She asked me to strip, which I did, and then lay in the centre of the bed. She cuffed my arms and put a soft blindfold on me. I felt very vulnerable but also very safe.

I could hear her taking her clothes off, moving around the room. I heard her open her safe, and I could sense a key.

“I’m going to remove the cage. Try not to get hard until the ring comes off,” she said. “I’ll try,” I replied.

The cage came off, the piercing bit next, and then the ring. To my surprise, I didn’t get immediately hard, but sort of half erect. Next, Aimee oiled her hands and expertly started massaging my cock. It was exquisite, I instantly felt like I might cum, but I didn’t want things to be over so quickly. She noticed and slowed down, teasing me more gently.

I think this went on for perhaps 30 minutes, she was getting better at knowing when to stop, and I was getting better at holding off.

She said next time, she will sit on my face, that if I can be certain not to orgasm, she will sit on my cock.

I begged her to do it now, but she said no.

She snuggled up to me and waited for my cock to go flaccid. She said she needed to put the cage back on. I begged her to let me cum, but she was adamant that would not happen.

I finally accepted it, and the cage went on.

She release me, and we snuggled. She took my hand and put it on her very wet little pussy, and told me that I needed to thank her for keeping me locked, which I did.

She then said that now that she is certain the cage is a good fit, hygienic, and doesn’t cause any harm, I needed to stay locked longer this time.

I asked her how long, and she said the next unlock, where she would ride my face and if I had behaved, she would ride my cock, would be in four months.

I nearly cried. I said I couldn’t do it. It was already ten weeks since I had cum, and it was horrible going eight weeks without an erection, but she said she wanted me to do this, that it was a test of commitment. She said she had been reading more about what we are doing, and she really loves it and wants to continue. Plus, she reminded me; she had the key.

Every weekend for the next four months, Aimee came to stay, we slept naked together, we cooked, I made her cum over and over, she teased me, and drove me insane. But somewhere along the way, something changed. I stopped being horny all of the time. Instead, I was just horny when we fooled around.
I also realised that I was in love with her. My fantasies weren’t just sexual but involved us being like this for the rest of our lives. Every weekend was a dream.

Release day came, and I was beside myself with excitement. Aimee arrived, looking very pleased with herself. We chatted as usual, I cooked a simple dinner of steak, new potatoes, and greens. At her request, we had no wine.

While chatting on the sofa after dinner, my mind was racing. I wanted to blurt out that I was in love with her and beg her to take the cage off so we might make love, but somehow I didn’t.

Just before bed, she confessed that she was in love with me. My face must have lit up like a Christmas tree. I grabbed her hand and told her I was in love with her too. We kissed really passionately, my hands roaming her body, wanting to rip her clothes off right there, but she told, “Slow down, mister, we have other business to deal with.”

She grabbed my hand, led me to the bedroom, and told me to strip. I begged her to let me out of the cage without being restrained, but she said not yet. “There is still more work to do, and we don’t want to mess up your great progress.” I’m pretty sure I pouted.

She restrained me as she had previously before stripping. I was bulging in the cage. I wasn’t sure how she would get the ring off, and then I realised she wasn’t wearing the key. She hadn’t been wearing the key for the last four months because she had no intention of using it, fuck.

I started complaining, but she silenced me by sitting on my face. I tongued her to several orgasms, each one better than the last. She writhed and wriggled around on my face whilst playing with my balls.

She snuggled up to me, still restrained, her body shiny with sweat and my face wet from her delicious little pussy.

“Aimee, it’s been four months, and today was supposed to be release day,” I said. I started to add that I was so desperate that it’s been so long since I last had an orgasm, but she put a finger over my mouth and said, “Shhhh.”

She said that she wanted to tell me she loved me without sex getting in the way and ruining things between us. So she decided to leave the key at home and make this weekend all about us being so in love. She said if I hadn’t reciprocated, then she would have brought the key on Monday, but there wouldn’t be any sex between us, and she would continue to be my keyholder if I wanted, though.

Happily, I did reciprocate.

I couldn’t think straight since I was off the charts horny. I said I wasn’t mad but needed to know when she would unlock me.

She told me that she didn’t know and that we needed to see how things went between us.

That was all five years ago.

I won’t bore you with the details, but I stayed caged for another full year and wasn’t released until we were married, and besides the honeymoon, the only time I have been unlocked from the cage was to make our two beautiful children.

Life is good, but be careful what you wish for, and if you must fantasise, ensure it’s something you would genuinely like to live.

 

I wrote it a last year, but couldn't figure out where it was going so stopped, but the other day I figured it out and finished it.

 

I know what you mean. Whenever I read something and they start talking about cum eating it's an instant no.

 

Me too, thank you for letting me know it wasn't just my fantasy.

 

Thank you. I just want to be clear; It's not a true story.