Chapter 7: The Key

Locking Rob’s cock inside a chastity device we’ve nicknamed Cecil seems to have satisfied Rob’s hitherto secret fetish. But Cecil also prevents Rob from fucking me, which is something we need to address. I hold the key to unlock Cecil, of course, but I must balance both our needs. The novelty value of Cecil hasn’t worn off yet, and Rob has shown no desire for his cock to be released from its imprisonment. Perhaps cleaning all the urine spilt on the bathroom floor may dampen his enthusiasm.

“The bathroom is ready for your inspection, my Lady,” says Rob when he’s finished.

I check the state of the bathroom and I must confess that he’s done a good job at cleaning up the spilt urine and disinfecting the floor.

“Satisfactory,” I say, not wanting to go overboard with my praise. “Go through to the living room and wait.”

Rob silently obeys and I take a few moments to tidy my hair and wash my hands and face. I return to the lounge to find Rob kneeling on the floor with his hands clasped behind his back. The sight of him naked, apart from Cecil, again causes me to become aroused. The sight of me dressed in my sexy leather outfit is clearly affecting Rob in the same way. It’s then when I decide that I want real sex first and fantasy sex afterwards.

“I want you to fuck me,” I say as I stand in front of Rob. “I’m going to remove Cecil.”

“Yes, my Lady,” replies Rob. “Thank you.”

It’s unclear precisely why Rob is thanking me. His cock is straining inside Cecil’s rigid cage and he obviously wants some form of release from his torment. I tease his cock and balls which confirm to me that Rob is getting desperate to empty his balls. Wearing Cecil is obviously arousing him, but also denying him of the ability to do anything about it. I leave him for a moment to fetch the key to release him.

I return with the key, but then decide to delay releasing him from Cecil. Instead I place the key on our coffee table and remove my leather top. Kneeling in front of him I give him a deep kiss. He responds in kind, although he keeps his hands behind his back.

“Suck my nipples,” I command as we become even more passionate in our actions.

Rob obeys and before long we are rolling about on the floor with wild abandon. At some point during our wild romp my hot pants are removed. By me or by Rob I can’t remember. Now we are both naked ... apart from Cecil, that is.

“Time for Cecil to go in his box,” I say, reaching for the key to unlock the device.

Disaster! The coffee table has been knocked over during our games. The key must have gone flying in some unknown direction. What a passion killer! We both search for the key, but it isn’t lying near the overturned table.

“Is there a duplicate key?” asks Rob when it becomes obvious we aren’t going to find the key easily.

“Yes,” I reply. “On the same ring as the original. I didn’t get around to splitting them up.”

“What!!!” cries Rob. “How could you do such a stupid thing!”

“Mind your tongue, slave,” I snap, reverting to my Mistress Kylie mode in response to his outburst. I grab his cock to reinforce my position of dominance.

“But ... but ... ohh! ... ohh! ... Forgive me, my Lady ... Ahhh! ... Ahhh!”

“We’ll have a look for the key later. It must be around here somewhere. But I need fucking now.”

My solution to our immediate problem is to fetch the strap on cocks which I bought the other day. I fix the larger one to Rob so that it fits where his erect cock would normally be. It’s not a perfect fit, but it’s good enough for him to mount me and fuck me as though it was his own cock reaming my innards. I soon become aroused again and before long I’m approaching an orgasm. The effect on Rob is electric. His own cock must be giving him hell as it strains against impossible odds to perform its sexual function. My orgasm rips through me, accompanied by the usual uncontrolled jerking. Even Rob seems to have a mini orgasm, although Cecil cruelly spoils the event.

No time to waste. I fix the smaller strap on cock over my pussy, flip Rob onto his hands and knees and proceed to fuck him up his arse. He’s whimpering in no time as I pump him harder than before. His hole must have relaxed and become larger since last time, as I don’t need to put as much effort into fucking him.

“Please, my Lady ... please! I need to come. Please let me come,” whimpers Rob.

I could stop and look for the key, but I’ve no idea how long that might take. My only other option is to see if Rob is capable of shooting his load while his cock is imprisoned by Cecil. I stop fucking Rob and have him resume his kneeling position with his hands behind his back. His captive cock is as hard as it is capable of achieving inside Cecil. The tip of his cock is pushed hard against the end ring. The design of the cage means that most of his glans is accessible, permitting me to tease and torment it. It doesn’t take much rubbing of Rob’s glans before he exhibits all his usual signs of being about to come. I don’t interfere with his moment of release. It must be hard enough for him to come inside Cecil without me imposing further restrictions.

Rob practically weeps as he finally achieves the outcome he desperately wants. The tiny ring acts like the nozzle on a hose, and his cum shoots out in a narrow stream down his legs and onto the floor. Cecil restricts the quantity of cum he is able to release, but it’s enough to satisfy his needs. Even I have a mini-orgasm at the sight of Rob’s achievement, although my free hand playing with my clit may have something to do with it as well. This is definitely something the two of us will want to do again.

“Get something to clean your disgusting mess off the floor while I look for Cecil’s key,” I command, maintaining my dominant role.

“Yes, my Lady. And thank you for letting me come.”

We each set about our tasks and fifteen minutes later everything is back to normal. The carpet is clean, although still a bit damp, and Cecil is back in his box. The missing keys had somehow managed to end up down the back of a chair cushion. To avoid a repeat accident, I attach one of the keys to the bracelet I usually wear. I do a cursory inspection of Rob’s cock for any sign of damage. He may suffer a few blood blisters or bruises in the morning but he seems to be none the worse for his ordeal.

I’m still in the mood for sex, although perhaps not as Mistress Kylie ... or should I think of myself as Lady Kylie in future? I enjoy satisfying the dominant side of my nature, but it isn’t the only way in which I enjoy sex. I even like being a helpless submissive girl in the right setting. I enjoyed PAIGE’s pirate scene despite my character’s enslavement. Rob certainly seems able to adopt a more dominant role when the need arises. So much so, that I sometimes wonder what his real preferences are in this respect.

Rob and I pause for a rest before resuming our games. A chance to talk as husband and wife is probably long overdue after tonight’s roller-coaster ride through previously unexplored territory. We are both in a playful mood, which I take to be a good sign. The unusual roles which we’ve adopted over the last few hours don’t seem to have had a detrimental effect on our relationship. While I’m still coming to terms with the changes I’ve witnessed in Rob, I don’t think any less of him. Wearing Cecil is probably something he wouldn’t want to broadcast to his workmates, but he otherwise seems unconcerned about the humiliation involved.

Since we’ve still a couple of hours before our regular bedtime, we decide to try a new scenario in PAIGE.

“Grunt ... Grunt ... Arrghhh! ... Take that, wench!” cries the perfumed wine-stained dandy as he shoots his load into my well lubricated cunt. This is a familiar situation for me, and one which I really enjoy. It’s a different scene from the Green Parrot, but I’m the same helpless victim. This time I’m a captive at the mercy of a lecherous count who has long coveted our family house.

The finely dressed men and women of the count’s entourage are engrossed by the spectacle played out before them. A few would happily change places with the toadies who, along with the count’s captives, are providing the entertainment in the centre of the room. I look around me while the dandy who has just fucked me proclaims his manly power to those in the room. On the table to my left I can see my friend Bess being fucked senseless by some brute of a soldier still wearing his chainmail armour. Meanwhile, on my right stands Rob, the spineless wimp who surrendered the three of us without a fight. He’s equally at the mercy of the count’s lackeys. They have him chained to a post and are mercilessly tormenting him with thin canes. Rob’s cock comes in for more than it’s fair share of attention, and it’s fortunate for him that it’s encased in a stout leather codpiece.