Secrets Pt. 01

It was a normal work day and he had a full schedule of appointments planned.

After washing up, he got dressed. His cock was still locked away from last night, but that didn't bother him. It was his normal routine and he had no reason to change. Even though he had gotten off last night, the cage added a little spice to his workday, and he had no fear that anyone would notice anything. His loose medical outfits hid it well.

So, after breakfast he started driving to various doctor's offices to peddle his products. Pushing through traffic, sucking up to his customers, and filling in paperwork on his laptop kept him busy. It also kept his mind off of Emily and also his locked cock, and he returned home that evening hungry and tired.

That night he called her, and asked if he could come over, but she turned him down. They did wind up settling in on the phone, talking for a couple of hours, like a pair of high-school kids getting to know each other better.

Several times he apologized for not giving her an orgasm. And she was gracious and forgiving.

Emily actually liked his guilty attempts at conciliation. It showed how sensitive he was to her needs, and made her like him more.

Eventually, though they grew tired and finally hung up and settled into their respective beds, alone.

Dave had to go into his company's main office the next day, and waking up late he had to hurry through his shower, dress and then rush in without even thinking about his cock, or its cage.

It wasn't until he was driving home that he had time to think about Emily. He liked her and hoped that they could get together again soon. He also thought about her latex panties, her catheter and her butt plug, and it made his cock push against its cage and his balls ache. But he couldn't help it, and at that point, he couldn't not think about her.

Just as he walked in his door that evening, he received a text message, that immediately caught his attention. It was from Emily, asking him if he wanted to go out for Pizza.

He replied happily and they agreed to meet up and head out right then, as they were both hungry.

Her final text asked him to wear his cage.

They again walked, hand-in hand, to a casual, little Italian place about six blocks away.

All through the walk, and throughout dinner they talked about various personal topics. Stories of their upbringing. Their college years and their jobs, past and present.

They enjoyed themselves, and each other immensely. There was a lot of giggling and laughing, and a lot of flirting and touching, too.

Neither of them admitted that they were also thinking about sex, and the secret, fetishy things they were wearing hidden beneath their clothes.

And it made both of them horny. Dave, painfully so.

When they got back to their building, though, Dave was again disappointed when Emily turned down his offer to return the favor of a couple of nights ago.

"Not tonight," she said. "I'd love to but, I'm tired and I don't want to be, when we finally do have sex."

He did the best he could to hide his frustration, and graciously accepted her pronouncement. But she could tell it was difficult for him. It was difficult for her too, but she was enjoying his company, and the thought of his locked cock growing ever more wanting, made it all the more special.

Once again, he went to bed late, and alone. He contemplated unlocking himself and enjoying a session in the shower, but decided to just go to bed with a book, instead. After all, it wasn't the weekend, yet.

It was the following morning when the thought struck him that he hadn't seen his keys in days. And when he looked, they weren't where he usually kept them, safe and sound!

He searched his whole place, with no luck.

In a bit of a panic. He remembered that Emily was the last one to hold them, he was worried that she might have somehow misplaced them. Or lost them.

He finally had to give up and hit the road for his first appointment, but he called Emily immediately after his meeting.

She didn't answer her phone when he called.

The next time he tried, he left a message, asking if she remembered where the keys were. But he never received a reply. He worried for the rest of the day.

As soon as he arrived back at their building that evening, he knocked on her door. But there was still no answer.

After a simple and unsatisfactory dinner, he called her and she finally picked up.

"Hi Dave, I was thinking about you," she said, pleasantly.

"Emily, I can't find my keys."

"Your keys? Are you locked out of your condo?"

She knew exactly which keys he was referring to. She had been waiting for his call, and had been surprised that it took him this long to realize that he was locked in.

"No. I mean the keys to my chastity cage. Do you remember where you put them? You were the last one to use them."

"I was? You mean you've been locked away since Sunday night?" She was enjoying toying with him

"Yes."

"Oh, you poor dear. Or should I say, your poor cock?"

"Whatever. Do you know where the keys are?" He was getting frustrated, now. Really worried about being stuck like this.

"I have them."

"You do?" And he didn't know where to go from there. She'd taken them on purpose, and hadn't told him. What was she thinking?

"Yes."

"But why?"

"Well, Dave dear, you owe me, don't you? You owe me a very happy session of sex, and several big orgasms. And the keys are my insurance that you'll pay up."

"I'll be happy to come over right now and ransom my keys. I'm more than ready to provide the services in question," he told her, trying to make light of the situation. But all the while nervous about how this was going. She had control over his cock. And although he liked her, he didn't know her well enough to trust her to that extent.

He was even more upset when he heard her reply.

"Oh no, my friend. Not until this weekend. I expect a wonderful Saturday."

"But Emily, what if I need to get out?"

"Relax, in an emergency you can always call me."

"I've tried to call you a couple of times over the last couple of days and you didn't answer."

"Oh, stop whining. You told me that your Ex used to keep you locked up for long periods. So you should be used to it. It's only a few days away. Good night." And she hung up on him.

"Damn!" he said as he set his phone down. What the hell have you gotten yourself into now? He mumbled to himself as he collapsed onto his couch and turned on the television.

The next couple of days were difficult for him. He had been locked up for longer periods, both by his own hand and by his ex-wife, but he'd always known exactly where the keys were, just in case.

As he waited for Saturday to arrive, he worried constantly about his enforced chastity, and about Emily. He had read many stories on assorted porn sites about some poor guy who lost control of his cock, to some crazy chick who held the keys to his chastity device. Most, or all were fiction of course, but they exacerbated his concerns.

On Friday night he called Emily again and she answered immediately.

"Hi, I was wondering when you'd call. Why don't you take me out for a nice breakfast, tomorrow, around nine, and then we can come back here and you can spend the day giving me a great time?"

"Okay, I'll be there." he said. He had been nervous about what she'd demand, but her request sounded normal and fun. He was relieved.

At nine the next morning, he knocked on her door. He was dressed nicely in dockers and a polo shirt. But when he saw her, he felt underdressed. She looked lovely and radiant in a pretty, summer dress with a short, but full skirt and a low-cut neckline.

"Wow, you look lovely," he gushed. "I'm a lucky man." And he meant it.

"Why thank you, kind sir. Where are we going for breakfast?"

"Well, the Mountain Resort Hotel has a nice patio and they serve an excellent breakfast. Since the weather is nice, I thought we'd go there. With your approval, my dear."

"That sounds wonderful." She answered, smiling delightedly.

So, that's where they wound up. Emily drew a lot of admiring stares as they were seated, and throughout their meal.

They had an enjoyable time, and excellent food.

"You know," Emily said giggling delightedly, "if we weren't all locked up, with no keys, we could just check in here, and have a grand time."

Dave liked the thought. "Well, I certainly don't have any keys. You're the one in control of the locks. I assume you didn't bring them. Silly girl."

She smiled. "No, I left them safely at home. I didn't want to take a chance on losing them, or having them stolen."

"Heaven forbid! That really could be a disaster." And he sounded and looked serious.

"Oh, come now. We could always be cut out. If we had some auto accident, or some such."

"I suppose, but could you imagine the look on the face of the ER doctor when he got a load of either of our privates?"

They both laughed at that thought.

"You're right. It would be a scene. And what if they were filming for some reality show?"

"Oh God, help me."

"Us."

And they laughed longer and harder as they pictured that potential video.

It was a couple of hours later when they finally arrived back at her condo.

She opened her door and he followed her inside.

After closing the door, she reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug and a very welcome kiss.

Of course, he held onto her and kissed her back and as he did his cock, which had already been filling its cage, really began pushing to get out.

After a while, she leaned back so she could look at him. "It's time you satisfied me."

"Yes. I agree."

She smiled and pushed off of him. "Give me a couple of minutes to freshen up." And she disappears into her bedroom.

A few minutes later she returned without her dress.

Seeing her, he gushes. "you're beautiful."

She smiled and reached for his hand. She led him through her bedroom, and into the master bath.

"Here's the key to my panties. Unlock them, please." She says as she begins unfastening her bra.

He takes the small key and kneels down in front of her to fiddle with the lock that holds the latex panties on her.

After unlocking the waist strap, and taking a quick look up at her now naked breasts, he starts to pull the tight and stiff rubber underwear down off her waist.

"Wait. I have to remove the catheter valve, first." She says, stopping him.

Dave watches, as she reaches down between her legs and fiddles with the tube and the valve that sticks out of the panties' crotch.

It only takes her a couple seconds, and then she sets the little thing on the counter and begins peeling off her latex covering.

He's surprised and excited when he spots a long dildo sliding out of her ass, before she finishes working the panties off her hips and down her legs.

By then, though he's staring at her pussy. It's hairless, and that pleases him. But sticking out from between her lips is the catheter's tube.

She replaces the valve and uses a damp wash cloth to wash herself before dragging him to his feet and leading him out to her bedroom.

There, she crawls onto the bed, providing a nice view of her ass, before she lays back leaning against her headboard. She giggles and then spreads her legs wide exposing herself, completely.

"Come big boy. I'm afraid that the tube prevents regular sex, but you can certainly use your mouth and tongue to provide me with the fun you owe me."

The view and the invitation draw him onto the bed, where he sprawls out on his belly between her legs with his head positioned above her crotch.

"Your wish is my command," he mumbles as he kisses her sex.

Dave has always enjoyed sucking on girls' pussies and clits, and he's reportedly pretty good at it, so he dives right in.

Emily moans in response. Enjoying the feelings that his attention is giving her.

He figures out how to work around the catheter to kiss and lick both her clit and her pussy lips. He also makes good use of his hands. Massaging her groin and tummy, thighs and around to her ass.

Emily enjoys it immensely, and soon squirms and shudders under her first orgasm.

Dave understands, and slows his pace to allow her to relax a bit, before he resumes. Sticking his tongue as deeply as he can inside her, while he moves an index finger lightly over her clit. And Emily moans and wriggles in response.

As he starts working her to a second climax, he contemplates her unique plumbing and how it's in the way, and looks odd, to say the least. And he can see how penetrating her with his cock could pose a problem.

But when he takes a break while she recovers from her second orgasm, he decides that it's sort of erotic, in an obscenely kinky kind of way.

After her third orgasm, she mumbles, "enough for now. I need a rest." She reaches down and gently pulls him up to lay next to her.

He's worried, though. He'd enjoyed licking her, and he was happy that she had enjoyed his efforts, but it had made him horny as hell. He needed relief. His cock was straining at its cage and his balls were screaming.

After they kissed, he pulled back and began to plead his case.

"Emily, I need..."

She pulls him back and kisses him, again, cutting him off. "Shhh. Your turn will come. I want you to take me in the ass."

That gets him excited. He and his Ex had done that a few times, and although she hadn't really enjoyed it much, he had. So he focused on kissing and hugging, and let that topic alone, for the moment.

A while later, she untangled herself, telling him to wait, while she ducked into the bathroom. On her way, she picked up her latex panties.

When she returned, she was again wearing the panties with the valve protruding from the crotch. "Sorry, I'm always at risk of leaking pee when the valve isn't in place."

He nodded, embarrassed for her and her predicament.

"But I left the plug out, so my rear is available," she said chuckling. "And I've really come to enjoy anal. I hope you do, too."

"I do, but why not normal sex?"

"You saw my pussy up close." And she paused to laugh. "The catheter gets in the way. None of the guy's I've ever slept with were able to deal successfully, with that thing, and I never enjoyed it when they tried."

She sighed, "the only position that kind of worked, was doggie-style, and even then, my clit didn't get any attention."

"I'm sorry. I'd be happy to try. Maybe I can find a way."

"No, that's okay. I discovered that I'm able to get off with anal sex, especially if I massage myself through the latex, while my partner fucks me from behind. So please, let's just do it that way. Most guys seem to get some perverse thrill out of screwing a girl in the ass, anyway."

"Well, I don't know about that. But I'll be happy to give it a go. I'm more than ready. But you'll have to unlock my chastity cage first."

"Oh, yes. Now where did I put those keys? I'm such a dunce, sometimes. I lose things often."

And when she got the reaction from him that she was hoping for, horror, she laughed. "Just kidding, you oaf. They're right here."

She rolled over on top of him and reached over, removing the keys from her night-stand drawer.

He very much enjoyed the feel of her breasts on his chest, and the warmth of her body on his. He was even happier when she slid down to kneel between his legs to unlock him. She then began to work his cock out of the cage. When she seemed to be having trouble, unhooking the rod from his piercing, he reached down to help, but she slapped his hand away, "I'll figure it out. You keep your hands off."

He laughed, and allowed her to handle it.

After removing his cage, she set it aside and gave his already hard cock a lick, sending a shiver throughout his body. She spent another few seconds applying a dab of lubricant to his prick.

It felt wonderful!

But then she climbed off of him and laid on her belly facing him. When he turned onto his side to kiss her, she gave him a small kiss, but then climbed up onto her elbows and knees and wiggled her ass.

He got the message, and with a laugh sat up and moved behind her, where he found the hole in her latex panties open and round, and inside it, her asshole also open and inviting.

Momentarily he wondered that by wearing the panties with their plug all of the time, if her rear hole might always remain open.

The thought didn't delay him shuffling up and slowly poking his cock through the hole and into her.

They both moaned in pleasure as he slid smoothly and easily into her, and then started thrusting, slowly, in and out.

He reached down as he pumped into her and grabbed her hips to help add force to his motions, and noticed that she was supporting her front on only one arm, while the other had snaked between her legs and was pressing on her panties over her clit.

She was helping herself get off from the anal paction, by massaging herself with her hand.

That image pushed him over the edge and he began spurting inside her, as she feeling the warmth, orgasmed, herself.

Their panting and grunting lasted for quite a while, as those things go, but eventually she collapsed onto the bed and he fell forward on top of her.

"That's kind of cheating, you know." He said as they relaxed afterward.

"What is?"

"Rubbing yourself off through your latex. I thought they served as a chastity belt, and prevented that kind of self-abuse."

"Oh no. You're wrong there. They do stifle some of the feeling, but they don't prevent me from getting myself off, thank heaven."

Then she looked at him, and realized what he was getting at.

"What? You think it isn't fair that I can still get off when I'm locked up, but you can't when you're in your cage? That's the purpose of your cage. It's a real chastity device. My latex might prevent me getting fucked, but it isn't intended to keep me chaste. So just forget it!"

And then she grabbed his cage and, as she did the last time they had sex, she proceeded to lock him back up.

He's had such a great time, he doesn't protest.

She then hands him the plug and its key. "here, make yourself useful, and put this back in me."

Surprised, but not unwilling, he did as she'd ordered, finding the task to be both erotic and bizarre. Afterwards, although tempted to try and steal her precious key, he realized that he had nowhere to put it, so he just returned it to the nightstand.

They then settled down, and enjoyed hugging and caressing each other as they kissed. They carried on for quite a while and eventually slowed down and drifted off into a well-earned nap.

Sometime later, Dave woke up to the flash of a camera.

Rubbing at his eyes, he glanced over at the bedside clock to see the time, curious about how long he'd been out. Just as he got a look, there was another flash and this time he realized that it was Emily, standing at the foot of the bed with her cell phone, taking his picture. A picture of him, laying nude with his cage on display!

"What are you doing?" he asked, perturbed.

"Documenting, for posterity."

"Why?"

"The sight really turns me on. I think it will be nice for when I need a little help getting myself off, when you're not around."

He kind of liked that idea, that he could be the subject of her sexual fantasies, but then he got nervous thinking about the existence of photos documenting him and his chastity cage.

"Um, I'm happy that I turn you on, but I don't really like the idea of photos of me naked and in my cage. They could be embarrassing if they ever got out."

"Oh relax, they're just for me. I won't post them to the Internet."

And then she giggled, "unless you're mean to me." She followed that up by crawling back onto the bed with him and positioning herself between his legs. Once in position she bent down and began sucking on his caged cock.