Chastity Stories: Chastity Keychain Cravings

September 13, 2023

Adam is renting an apartment when he bumps into Joyce, the owner of the house, and during the conversation Joyce accidentally touches Adam’s hidden chastity cage, and the story unfolds, starting a chastity journey between the two of them.

Chastity Cage Touch

The basement apartment checked all the boxes.

Ideal location. Optimal size. Budget-friendly rent.

As Adam lingered outside the row house, anticipating the landlord’s appearance for a tour, he silently hoped she hadn’t already decided on another tenant.

However, when she stepped out of the front door a moment later, the apartment slipped from his thoughts. She was stunning, precisely his type. Clad in a form-fitting sweater and a knee-length skirt that accentuated her curves. It was evident she was significantly older than him, perhaps by a decade or so. Adam had a penchant for older women, just one of his preferences, and he could feel himself straining against the snug metal cage concealed beneath his pants.

Suppression of Chastity

He regretted the decision to wear the cage today, although it was a regular part of his attire, and he had grown accustomed to it. In fact, he felt strangely exposed without it. But he hadn’t anticipated this situation—her, precisely. He was now acutely aware of it all. This woman, confidently descending the front steps with a playful smile and her impeccably manicured hand extended in greeting. She made him feel incredibly self-conscious about everything.

“Hello there,” she said, her tone friendly. “You look like a fine young man. I’m Joyce. Nice to meet you.”

She chuckled slightly, and Adam couldn’t quite discern if she was joking or not.

“Thank you,” he stammered, his cheeks warming. “I’m Adam.” He could feel himself blushing even more. “I try to be.” All the while, he was acutely aware of his caged arousal, straining and receding. A sudden horror washed over him—what if she somehow knew?

But that was impossible, he reassured himself. His cage fit snugly, and he wore it constantly. It was concealed beneath the dark fabric of his pants, completely invisible. So, he took a deep breath and attempted to focus on why he was here in the first place—the apartment.

“Hello, Adam,” she continued, producing a set of keys that he tried not to gaze at too intently. They reminded him of HIS key. Seeing her hold them made him yearn for a keyholder of his own—a woman, like Joyce, who could exert the control over him that he craved.

Irresistible Encounters

“I’ve had a few applicants already, but I haven’t made up my mind. I am really looking for someone who can be helpful once in a while. I mean, not ALL the time. But since my divorce, I admit sometimes things get a bit screwy, and it would be nice to have a tenant who could help me out a little. That’s why the rent is low. Is that something you would be open to?”

“Oh!” He realized he said that too loudly.

Joyce looked startled. “I don’t mean I plan to take advantage,” she said, quickly. “Just small things, like when the smoke detector went off and I couldn’t figure out how to get it to stop. Or when there was a brick loose on the front stairs.”

“Oh, no,” he said. The idea of helping Joyce out with her chores made the apartment even more appealing. If only she knew he would have paid extra for the privilege. “I’d be fine with that,” he said. “I’m very handy. I wouldn’t mind at all.”

She smiled. “What a catch! Then let me show you the place. Okay?”

Adam blushed again at the compliment. He followed her down the narrow staircase to the basement and waited as she fumbled with the lock to let him inside.

An Apartment of Opportunities

Inside, the apartment was just as appealing as it had appeared in the pictures.

“Take your time,” she said. “Take a look around. Let me know if you have any questions.”

The apartment was completely unfurnished except for a sofa in the middle of the living room.

“The last tenant left that,” she said. “You can keep it, or I can get rid of it for you.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I could use a couch.” He began his inspection of the place, checking lights, the laundry nook, the bathroom, the small bedroom, and the kitchen. Everything appeared clean and in good condition. He couldn’t believe his luck.

“So, you’re a student?” Joyce asked, engaging in casual conversation.

“Grad student,” said Adam. “I’m studying engineering.”

“That’s nice,” she said. “That’s a lucrative field to be in.”

“I hope so,” he said. He was in the kitchen now, checking if the fridge worked.

“Any girlfriends? It’s not that I mind. I just want to know who might be around… Or boyfriends?”

He laughed politely, trying to pretend that he didn’t wish Joyce was asking for a different reason.

“No girlfriends,” he said. “Or boyfriends.”

He added too quickly, “But I’m more interested in girlfriends.” And then he wondered if that had sounded desperate. But if Joyce had noticed, she didn’t comment on it.

Hissing in the Chastity Cage

An Awkward Encounter

As Adam examined the kitchen cabinets, assessing the available storage space, he encountered a stubborn, sticky drawer.

While he wrestled with the unyielding drawer, Joyce leaned casually against the wall near the front door, idly tracing patterns on the tile floor with her foot. “No girlfriend?” she inquired, her tone hinting at flirtation. “A young man like you?”

Despite her suggestive words, Adam quickly dismissed any amorous notions, attributing such thoughts to the frustration imposed by his cage.

Simultaneously, he tugged forcefully on the drawer, just as Joyce called out, “Oh, wait, Adam! Stop. It’s broken!”

However, it was too late to halt his efforts. He pulled harder, causing the drawer to suddenly become unstuck and fly directly into his groin, with one corner striking his cage squarely.

“Oh, my god!” He instinctively doubled over in pain, an excruciating sensation exacerbated by the collision between the drawer and the metal, and his preexisting state of arousal. Weeks had passed since his last orgasm, consumed by his academic pursuits. However, being in Joyce’s presence was already driving him to a state of desperation. The combination of physical pain and pent-up desire left him momentarily breathless.

Joyce swiftly reached his side. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized earnestly, her voice filled with remorse. “I am so, so sorry. Are you okay?” Leaning over him, her top dipped lower, offering an unobstructed view of her ample bosom.

He groaned.

“You’re not okay. That damned drawer! I meant to tell you. Are you…?” She glanced down at his crotch. “Are you injured?”

“No. No. It’s okay,” he managed to croak, though he realized his words lacked reassurance. There was no way to convey that the closer Joyce got to him, the nearer her breasts were to his face, the more he could smell her enticing perfume, the more his caged arousal swelled.

A Startling Discovery

“I really think you’re not okay,” she said. “Look. Let me just check. I’m worried you’re seriously hurt.” And before he could stop her, she reached out and touched his cock over his pants.

“No!” He said.

But it was too late. A curious expression was already on her face.

And as soon as he felt the pressure of her hand, he moaned. He moaned.

He actually moaned out loud.

“Oh, my god,” he said again, but this time he wasn’t sure if it was from pain, desire or mortification.

Joyce’s entire demeanor suddenly changed. She went from worried to smirking in the space of ten seconds.

“Adam, what have you got going on down there?”

And instead of taking her hand away, she gripped a little harder, feeling her way around the outline of the cage.

“Oh, my,” she said. “Is that what I think it is?”

Adam was so flustered he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell her to remove her hand? That was the last thing he wanted. But he was so engorged. He needed relief. And he hadn’t even brought his key with him. He kept it at home frozen in an ice cube so he wouldn’t be tempted to use it…just like he wished his keyholder would to do him, if he had one. And now Joyce was going to be disgusted and he wouldn’t get the apartment. God, he wanted to come! God, he wanted out of his cage.

Chastity massage and humiliation

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Tears welled up in his eyes, at first silently, but Joyce’s hand remained. Was she massaging his caged cock? A moan slipped out, followed by a sob.

“Are you crying?”

“No,” he denied, not wanting her to witness his vulnerability.

“You are,” Joyce asserted. “Poor baby.” She withdrew her hand from his crotch and gently took his hand instead.

“Come over here.” She led him to the couch, and he allowed her to guide him, pulling him down beside her. The pain was subsiding, but the arousal persisted, especially now that her body pressed against his, her hand resting on one of his thighs, intensifying his embarrassment.

“So, tell me about that,” she requested, her eyes scanning his crotch.

“I don’t… I don’t want to,” he stammered, unsure whether he truly meant it or not. What could he possibly tell her? “It’s… embarrassing.”

“Do you want the apartment?” she inquired calmly.

“You’re still willing to rent me the apartment?” The possibility had seemed lost to him the moment the drawer had struck him.

“It depends,” she replied. “Are you going to tell me about that?” With that, she rested her hand lightly on top of his cage again.

He felt bewildered. “It’s a cage,” he finally admitted.

“For?”

“For my…”

“For your cock,” she finished. “It’s a cock cage. A chastity cage. Isn’t it?”

He gasped. “How did you know?”

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A Curious Request

She laughed softly. “Adam, I’ve been around the block a time or two. It’s not like I don’t know what a chastity cage is. I just never expected a cute young thing like you to show up at my front door wearing one. And to think, I almost had that drawer fixed yesterday.”

Adam was shocked. Joyce appeared so proper, and his mind was racing.

“Let me see it,” she ordered.

“See it?”

“Yes. Pull down your pants. I want to see it.”

To hear that she wanted to see it was both thrilling and mortifying for Adam. It had been a cherished fantasy, but now that it was becoming a reality, he was overwhelmed by embarrassment. His caged cock looked so small and helpless. That was part of what he enjoyed about it. But what if Joyce laughed at it? At him?

“I don’t know if I can do it,” he confessed. “No one but me has ever seen it before.”

“Do you want the apartment?”

“Yes! Oh, yes!”

“Then let me see it.”

Her hands lightly traced the outside of the cage beneath the fabric of his pants. She skillfully unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. “See. I’ll do half the work for you.”

“You might laugh at me.” He frowned, feeling tears welling up again.

“I won’t laugh,” she promised solemnly. “Not at you.”

“Okay.”

Chastity tease with a twist

He knew his face was flaming red, but he managed to lift himself up enough to pull his pants and underwear down so they rested below his knees. Then he was naked from the waist down on the couch, his chastity cage on full display to Joyce. He had never felt so vulnerable before. Or so horny.

“Well, isn’t that cute,” said Joyce, fingering his caged cock.

The feel of her skin everywhere except his cock itself was maddening. True to her word, she didn’t laugh. But she did grin in a way that made Adam feel desperate and nervous at the same time.

“Aren’t you cute,” she said. “Cute enough to eat up.”

And she climbed on top of him on the couch, her skirt riding up, and kissed him hard on the mouth, biting at his lips. She also started grinding against his cage, the pressure painfully pleasurable.

“Oh, ma’am,” he whispered, not even realizing what he’d said until it had come out from his lips.

“Oh, yes. Ma’am,” She took a break from kissing him. “I think we’re going to get along very well, Adam.”

“Ma’am,” he whined. “I’m so swollen. Please. It feels so good, but I’m so swollen.”

“I know, baby. I can tell. Poor boy.” She cupped his full balls and squeezed lightly. “You ARE full. We’ll have to do something about that. But not quite yet.”

The Final Evaluation

“Do I have the apartment,” he asked. “Can I live here?” The apartment and the pain and the pleasure and the desire and Joyce were all mixed together now in a way he couldn’t understand, but just knew he needed.

“Well,” she said, evenly. “There’s just one little test left. Maybe we can call it a background check.”

“Oh. Yes, ma’am. Please. Tell me what it is.”

“I’ll just show you,” she said.

She climbed off his lap and arranged herself on the couch, slipping a pair of red panties from beneath her skirt and onto the floor.

“Let’s see how industrious you are, Adam. Let’s see what kind of help you can provide. I did say I was looking for good help. Didn’t I?”

She hitched up her skirt, so he could see the small triangle of neatly trimmed thatch in the v of her thighs. Then she opened them wide.

The invitation was unmistakable.

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He fell to the floor and buried his face between her legs, coating his mouth and cheeks in her wetness. He wasn’t sure what she liked, how to do a good job. He didn’t have much experience—just eagerness. But he didn’t need it. She grabbed the back of his head with both hands and pulled his face into her pussy so he could barely breathe, grinding her clit against him.

Meanwhile, he was aching so much, he wanted to explode.

“That’s it,” she coaxed, working herself against him. “Right there. Good boy. Keep still. I’m almost there already. You got me so worked up. It won’t be long.”

He didn’t move. He just let her use him as she liked, and a powerful wave of calm washed over him.

This was everything he had been.

Earning His Keep

“Good boy.” Her thighs tensed against his skull. “Keep your tongue nice and flat, just like that. You don’t need to do anything else. I’ll do all the work.” She grabbed his hair and held him still. “Almost. Almost.”

It was hard. He needed to breathe, but he knew what was expected of him.

“Shhh,” she coaxed, like she knew exactly what he was thinking, his limits, and just how far she could push them. And then she let out a delighted squeal, her hands gripping even harder in his hair, her pussy clamped over his mouth and pulsing against him.

After she was done, she let him slump to the ground and rest his face against her leg. He had never felt so satisfied or so horny in his entire life. His cock strained against the inside of the metal, and he felt tingly and high, and yet content. This was where he was meant to be.

She petted him gently, and he sighed in affection and frustration against her smooth skin.

Finally, she spoke.

“Well done, Adam. I’ll take the first month’s deposit in sweat equity,” she said, with an easy laugh, that he knew wasn’t at him but for him.

“You can move in tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring MY key. But, don’t worry. I don’t think we’ll be needing it for a while.”

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