The Key

Around her neck she wears a key
Usually kept concealed
But at times she puts it on display
Her desire to see me reel
The key, it has a meaning
Known only to a few
And when she has it on display
I fear a smirk or two

She'll entertain a bold advance
From one who knows the meaning
But rarely does it go too far
Her tastes are quite deceiving
Her main intent, to see me squirm
She knows it’s what I crave
Humiliation and embarrassment
Seems to make my day

Odd to some of that I’m sure
This relationship we’ve found
She’s in control, she holds the key
She has the higher ground
I can’t complain, it’s what we want
You see we’ve talked this through
She commands, I submit
It’s just the thing we do

The key is mostly symbol
Though the lock is real, that’s true
It clearly states our roles in life
For those who catch this clue
She wears it to remind us
Of my place and hers as well
She’s in charge, I submit
As clear as any bell

Only the key is ever seen
The lock stays out of sight
The only time that it’s observed
Is when we sleep at night
Once in that room I drop my pants
The lock is now displayed
Securing the cage around her cock
I’m required to count the days
She teases when she’s in the mood
I’ll beg her to unlock
If I’ve been good and pleased her well
She may release her cock
But mostly she denies me freedom
Citing violations or two
On these nights her cock stays locked
My tongue and toys must do

Our arrangement is a pleasant one
We discuss it now and then
There’s nothing that we’d choose to change
This style of life we’re in
She holds the key to the lock
Of the cage that is not seen
In my pants, around her cock
Seems the way it’s always been