Roommate Got My Key

Note:

This story is partly based on a true story. This is my very first attempt at writing an erotic story. If this one is well received, I have more parts planned!

Any comments or feedback appreciated!

Now for the story..

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I don't exactly remember how I got into it, but all of a sudden, I found myself admiring chastity cages and femdom on the internet. It didn't take me too long to make up my mind and soon, I ordered a cage. It was a weird feeling initially, but I soon began to enjoy the feeling of being locked in a chastity cage, even without a keyholder.

It was about six months into this journey of self-chastity that I had to move to a new city. I moved into a new place, and I had a roommate, who was my friend from college. We'd always gotten along well, and living is expensive in the big city, so sharing the apartment was pretty much a no-brainer.

Little did I know what was in store though...

For about a month, I forgot about my cage. I wasn't going to keep it on for my flight journey, for who wants to explain to the security officers? Moving and organising my room, settling in at work in the new city - it took up all my time. But once everything was clear, I immediately brought out my cage. A little cleaning up and shaving, and there I was, my little clitty locked up in the shiny pink chastity cage.

Initially, I was afraid to wear it to work. Soon, though, I realised there weren't really any barriers, and I kept it on for the workday. It felt amazing! I was always scared of being found out, so I hadn't really worn it outside, but the thrill of it was irresistible now! I began wearing it for longer and longer periods of time.

One day, I unlocked myself to go to the gym. I kept the cage soaked in a mug in my bathroom. It's my personal bathroom, so I wasn't really expecting any issues. When I got back though, things were different. I greeted my roommate in the living room, and went straight into my room. Exhausted, I closed the door and kicked off my sweaty clothes. I went in for a long, revitalising shower and after drying off, went to put on my cage. I clicked the lock shut, and then started looking for my key, but it was nowhere to be found. I panicked and immediately went to my cupboard, where I kept the copies of the key safe. Thankfully, they were there. I didn't really need a key then, so I kept the keys back and closed the cupboard. Putting on some fresh clothes, I went out to the kitchen.

I took out some of the groceries and put them on the shelf, when I turned to see my roommate standing with his hands on the counter.

"Hey! I was just going to come around and ask you about dinner. What are you planning?"

He just looked at me weirdly for a few seconds, not answering my questions.

"Hello! Where is your mind? Dinner, I asked!"

This time, he spoke.

"Dinner can wait. But I need to talk about something."

I looked at him with an annoyed expression on my face.

"Oh come on, just tell me your dinner plans! I'm making some, and I need to know if you-"

I never finished my sentence, because at that moment, he reached into his pocket, took something out and placed it on the counter. No, not something. He placed my key on the counter. The key to my chastity cage that I couldn't find anywhere.

I stopped what I was doing and stared in horror at the small bronze key that was hanging in the air as the huge elephant in the room. I was lost for words, but he spoke.

"My bathroom has some problems, I've called the plumber. But I had to go. I tried your door and it was unlocked. I was grateful, but inside, I found something I did not expect to see at all."

It wasn't really an issue that he had gone in; we were pretty cool about it and were comfortable around each other. In fact, we'd seen each other in our underwear before. My cage wasn't on, of course, or he'd have known much earlier. But this was a mistake of my own doing. I'm usually very careful, but in my hurry, I left it in pretty much the plain sight of anyone who would enter the bathroom.

He looked at me and then pocketed the key again.

"You know, I had absolutely no idea about this thing before I saw it. I had to do a lot of research on the internet before I found out what it was. I've been down that rabbit hole for the past hour, and my God! I've learnt so much about fetishes and BDSM!"

He seemed almost excited at the prospect of what he had learnt. His expression and his incredulous tone somehow did not bode well for me.

"This thing, you just lock it up and can't get hard? How does it work? Did you put it on just now!"

He was far too eager, and I just nodded wordlessly. That just made him even more excited and he came inside the kitchen.

"Show me!"

I looked up in shock at my roommate, almost horrified by his suggestion.

"What? No! Get out!"

"Oh come on! You've never thought about what was it... I saw it in that blog, wait.. oh yes! You've never thought about exposure? And, and keyholder and contracts and, and.."

"What? What are you taking about? Where did you get all this from?"

"Oh I went through so many blogs and articles and social media posts! I found out so much about this, and now I'm totally into it!"

"Into what?"

"This thing, this whole thing that, that you do! This.. lock thing and all! In fact, I want to be your keyholder, that is why I went back in and took your key!"

I was on the verge of having a panic attack, and I just wanted to get out of his sight at the moment.

"I need to go", was all I could blurt out as I ran past him and locked myself into my room. I was absolutely hysterical, unsure about what to do. I lay down on the bed, and buried myself into my pillows. How was I in this situation?

I come from a society that does not talk about sex at all, and chastity is a concept that can sound wild to anyone. Yet, my roommate needed just an hour to come to terms with it all and even decided he wanted an active part in my fetish!

I looked back to our interactions, and realised that we spent a rather alarming amount of time in little clothing. The lack of inhibitions hadn't been an issue so far, but now, my mind started wandering.

I had recently come to terms with my bisexuality. After struggling for a while, I realised this was oretty much beyond doubt now. And I admit I've occasionally stared at my roommate in his underwear. He's in much better shape than I am, and those toned muscles could attract anyone. My eyes would drift towards his, erm, package too. From what I could tell, he had a hefty one, certainly bigger than mine.

In an ideal world, it would be amazing to have him as my keyholder. This is a very good looking guy I'm comfortable around, who would treat me with dignity. But in reality, would it be just as good. Only one way to find out.

Making the decision in my mind, I walked out the door, and silently walked up to the living room. He was sitting on the couch, looking at something on his phone. I walked up to in front of him, and he looked up at me.

Without saying anything, I put my hands on the waistband of my shorts and slowly pulled them down. I stepped out of them, picked them up and put them on the couch, just beside him. The outline cage was quite easily understandable over my underwear at this point, and I watched his eyes wander over to that.

Well, this was the moment of truth. In went my fingers into the waistband and in one quick move, I dropped the underwear, revealing my cage.

"Let's do it", I said.