In the beginning We met at work. I had been working there for about 6 months before she joined, she had me the second I laid eyes on her. She is a couple of years younger than me but holds a more senior position, she worked hard in university and earned a degree while I spent time abroad. We make a fanatic team, she is brains of the operation and I am more than happy to follow her orders. This works well with my fondness of a dominant female. The more time we spent together the more we grew closer, nights out spent as part of a group had given me the confidence to ask her to join me for a more intimate night which thankfully she agreed to. We had gone on a few dates and our relationship developed into a beautiful friendship. Planting the seed As time went by I began to jokingly drop the topic of male chastity into our conversations, she responded well each time making jokes of her own about it. One night she came to my house after we had been out for dinner, we sat on my bed and spoke about dinner and our plans for the coming week. She cut me off mid sentence and asked me what the this cool looking bangle was, my heart sank as I looked up to see the U-ring to my CB6000s on her wrist. In an effort to play it cool I continued to tell her about my plans, she waited for me to finish before again asking for it was. She had noticed the change in my voice and wanted to know why. I took the plunge and told her what it was, she of course didn’t believe me and asked for what it really was. I took the rest of the pieces from their hiding place and showed them to her, she was visibly taken back by it but continued asking questions about it. “When do you wear it?” “Has anyone seen you in it?” “Who holds the key?” We spoke about it more in the car on the way back to her house, I answered all of her questions in as much detail and as honestly as possible. We didn’t speak about it the next few days, going on as normal. We were having a conversation and the topic changed to chastity, she confessed that her knowledge of the topic was limited at best and had been reading about it. Until this point I had wrongfully assumed that she had not not spoken about it because she was not interest, she once again showen how intelligent she really is, waiting till she improved her knowledge before having an opinion on it. Her choice of words and questions asked suggested to me that she was very interested in the concept of male chastity. I asked her would she ever consider being a key holder in the future, she said she would but would like to learn more about it. I asked if she would consider learning about it together, living it rather than reading about it and with her as my key holder. She paused … “I would definitely consider the idea of being your key holder” Finally, I had found the one. First secure date We had been talking about what we both wanted from our new dynamic, trying our best to make sure we both have clear goals and expectations. We both agreed that this will probably be a once in a life time situation with no idea to how long it will last. Knowing that we agreed to make every effort to make the most out of this unique opportunity. We went for dinner, a local restaurant where we regularly eat. I sat listening to her telling me about her day, hooked on her every word that came from her mouth. She picked up on my nervous energy, asking if I’m okay and if I had any thing on my mind. In my mind I was shouting “I my penis is in a tiny plastic cage!” but the words wouldn’t come out. I replied that I had missed her and was happy to see her, she smiled and continued to tell me about her day as she elegantly finished her meal. We sat in the car for a minute before setting off. She again asked if I was okay ? I took a deep breath and pulled a small key from my pocket and placed it in her hand. She looked confused as to what I had had given her. She watched me pull awkward fasicial expressions as once again my words failed me, her eye lit up when she eventually decoded the situstion. She sharply turned her body to face me, a smile slowly started to appear as closed her hand to grip the key tight. “This is the key to your cock, isn’t it ?” We make hold eye contact as I replied “Yes my love” Not much was said in the short journey back to her house, I gently stroked her thigh as I drove. I parked my car outside her house as we began to say goodnight, she placed the key in the cup holder. As she lent across to give me a hug, she stopped and asked if I would like to come in for a cup of tea. I was more than willing, any excuse to spend more time with her. She reached into down and took back the key, putting it in her hand bag. We sat with her father, watching the news and offering our opinion on current affairs while sipping tea. It came to the time for me to head home, she escorted me to the door. As I turned to say good night she presented my key. “Here is your key, I’m giving it back this time but only because we haven’t got a full plan in place. Next time you might not be so lucky” Her words made the hairs in my neck stand up, I strained against my cage as the excitement built. We hugged for longer than usual, holding each other tight. I placed a kiss on her soft olive cheek, thanking her for the wonderful evening. We hold hands as we say we love each other, wishing the other a good night. I was on cloud 9 for the drive to my house. The music sounded better, the can of coke went down smoother and all of life’s issues had been blown out the window. I checked my to find a message “Next time I want your key from the start” It’s actually happening. At her foot I get to her house around 6pm, her family are in the lounge so we sit in her room. She has her laptop open with documents all over the bed, she sits in the little space what was left. I hand over my key and take my place on the floor at her foot. She runs her fingers through my hair, looking me in the eye as my key slides out of sight, safely kept in the company of her breast. The conversation is nothing to write home about, the usual exchange of “how was your day?” and “I have so much work to do”. I offer to help but she declines, she is nearly done and will pack up soon. My hands wonder, caressing her freshly shaved calf. Fighting to find the balance between lovingly touching but not distracting her from the task at hand. I rest my head on the edge of her bed and allow my gaze to roam, her focus is unbroken. The scent of her body lotion has become more apparent, she is delicious. My heart is screaming, demanding me to be the Celtic giant I am and have my way with her. Throw the papers on the floor, rip the clothes from her and bury my tounge in her vagina until her voice is lost from moaning. The electricity from the storm in my brain is spreading, the hairs on my neck stand and blood rushes to fuel my muscles for the chaos that is about to be unleashed. A dull ache radiates, my plastic prison holds fast. The reminder that I may be a Celtic giant but she is my Queen, the matriarch of my manhood, the keeper of the key. My body succumbs, hairs stand down as muscles deflate, there will be no great battle today. A kiss placed tenderly on her thigh is all I amount to. I linger longer than I should have, her eyes meet mine. “All done, let’s go and spend time time with my family” she says as she placed her hand delicately on my face. My heart melts at her touch, she is blissfully unaware of the massacre of emotions that had taken place under the sole of her left foot. We picked at the left overs from the family dinner, watching the news while offering options. The time came for me to make my leave. She appologised for not giving me much attention tonight, saying she will make it up to me soon. I request a hug, she accepts. I hold her tight, stealing every ounce of contact and love as possible. She looks up, “I can feel your cage pressing against me, how comfortable is it ?” I reply saying that it can be tight when I’m with her but it’s comfortable. “Excellent, that’s what I wanted to hear. I’m keeping your key until after work tomorrow, enjoy your first night locked for me. Now give me a kiss and go home” A quick peck on the the cheek and I was sent on my way. The spontaneity of the situation had caught me off guard, she left me no time to protest. She is smart. I lay in bed. Rolling back and forth in a effort to find a spot comfortable enough to sleep, I’m too turned on. I eventually doze off watching a late night film that I have never heard of nor remember. I had never been so excited for work tomorrow. Let's hope the Author will update sooner than later! https://secureforher.tumblr.com/