Locking Her Dream Man

A pair of keys trembled above a waiting envelope. David swallowed, his mouth dry. He knew it was a bad idea. Of course he did. Posting the keys to his locked chastity cage to a woman he'd never met, who had repeatedly warned him he might never get released, was objectively not a smart thing to do. Sure she had also told him not to worry, she was just playing up the fantasy of it, but that wasn't exactly an unbreakable vow. 

But even though David knew it was a terrible idea, one that he would almost certainly regret, the very thought of it had him going feral with lust. To never be able to touch himself again, to be denied every day for the rest of his life. To devote his life to someone, to bring them endless pleasure for no reason other than sheer adoration.

Needless to say his cock, which had already been caged for a bit over a week, was dripping precum. When he'd locked his cage up for Mistress Azara at the start of last week, he'd never imagined it would be this intense. The constant, unending horniness. The teasing texts and lewd pictures she sent. And there was no post nut clarity to save him. She never showed her face, or full nudity for that matter, except some teasing shots of the top of her pubes, but David knew she was somewhere around his age, lived in the same city, and had a jaw dropping figure. Lean but not slim, her hips and thighs well toned and muscled. Her breasts, which she had never let him see bare, were slight and perky, and haunted his dreams. 

So today, when the online mistress who had spent the last ten days teasing and tormenting him with every kink and fantasy under the sun, asked him, no, demanded he send her his keys, he was actually considering it. And he knew, the more he thought about giving up control of his cock, the more excited he got. And the more excited he got, the more he thought about giving up his keys. It was a cruel and lustful loop, and the result was inevitable. He would give in, seal his keys away into the envelope and send them away. It was only a matter of time.

David had been resisting all day, but the thrill of it just kept growing and growing, and he was so close to giving in. He'd already gotten the envelope, written out the address Mistress Azara had given him, and stamped it. All that was left to do was to drop the keys in and post it.

His heart beating fast, David sucked in a ragged breath and quickly dropped the key in and hurriedly pressed it sealed.

He took a deep breath, both as nervous and excited as he had ever been, and looked down at his cock, precum trailing from his cage in a long line. He had just given himself over to the whims of either a woman who loved nothing more than to tease and work him up, or the postal system. He knew full well it was a real possibility his letter would be lost.

And sure, if he absolutely had to, he knew the fire department or emergency room would probably be able to remove his chastity cage. But David was far too ashamed to do that for anything less than a medical emergency.

***

A few days later, in a small messy apartment Ashley rolled the keys over in one hand, her other gently rubbing against the crotch of her leggings. When she’d accidentally discovered an old high school crush while scrolling through a fetish website, she never thought it would wind up like this. With his cock completely under her control.

She never would have even known it was him, except the bathroom door in the back of one of his photos had a small paint chip that looked a little like a naked Waluigi. A decade ago, at a houseparty David had thrown, that very chip had made her giggle. Ashley wasn’t sure why she decided to creep her way through his profile, or why she did it again the next day, but it certainly fascinated her. 

He’d grown, no longer the lean young man he once was. His shoulders were broad and defined, his arms large, his chest with a faint hint of chub, covered by a layer of hair. And his cock locked.

David had never seemed the submissive type, all through high school he was popular, confident, outgoing, and athletic. That last one had nothing to do with being a sub, it was just something that Ashley had always been very aware of. They hadn’t seen each other for years, but she didn’t think all the fantasies and submissive kinks were completely new. There had always been a secret, hidden side to David.

Some of the kinks she had understood immediately, the facesitting, the dirty talk, the bondage. Sure it was a little kinky, but Ashley was all onboard. But the chastity cage he wore in most of his pictures? The denial he wrote about with a feral need? She couldn’t comprehend why someone would wound to deny themselves the ability to cum. But she had to admit, when she realised her hand had dropped to her clit, there was something appealing about the idea. Provided she wasn’t the one being denied.

And so over the next few weeks she fell down the chastity rabbit hole, reading through erotic stories, watching femdom porn, reading articles and advice about the lifestyle. Ashley would never have imagined herself dominant, in fact she was a little shy, soft spoken and had never been one to take the lead in her sex life. But the deeper she was drawn into the kink, the more it ignited a fire inside her, and before long she found herself daydreaming of David on his knees before her, of him ravishing her pussy with his tongue without any thought of reciprocation, and of him whining and pleading for the slightest ounce of pleasure.

So the mysterious Mistress Azara was born. She reached out to David, enjoying the power her dominant persona quickly held over him. The man she had been crushing on for years but too shy to speak too, the man she had once dreamt of marrying, the man she had given up on ever seeing again, the man who was cool and popular, while also being kind and thoughtful to everyone around him. The man who was quickly confessing every one of his deepest, darkest, kinkiest desires to her.

Rolling the keys over in her hand Ashley pictured the mental torment he had to be in at that very moment, unsure if he would ever be allowed to cum again. Her other hand dipped beneath her panties and traced the lips of her pussy, then raised the thick drool that had already collected there to her lips and tasted it. Three months ago she never would have dreamt of doing such a thing.

She flopped back onto her bed, tore off her sports bra and happily returned her hand to her slick panties, one finger circling her clit intently. Her other hand tossed the keys away. She didn’t pay attention to where they landed, it didn’t matter. She would unlock David eventually, she had plans for him after all, but she could let him stew in his captivity for a few months.

It was his biggest fantasy after all, to be locked and denied for the rest of his life, so really Ashley was just doing him a favour. For now, Ashley planned to make the most of his subservience.

Before long her chest was rising quicker and quicker, her slim but perky tits flushed red, her nipples sharp as arrows. She tweaked one and moaned while her other hand picked up speed against her clit. Before long she was trembling. As a long groan escaped her lips she raised her legs and squeezed them together, picturing David’s soft golden curls buried between them. That was enough to push her over the edge and with a series of gasps the wave of pleasure crashed over her.

As she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm, her lips curved up into a smirk. All she could think about was that David wouldn’t experience this feeling for a long, long time.