Introduced to Chastity Fantasy

I’m the one who first introduced her to it, who imbued the tiny metal key with all the power I had and, trembling, placed it in her hands.

From that first moment she was hooked. But that feeling made her want to fuck and she couldn’t do that with my cock locked up. So there had to be others.

A key around her ankle. Just jewelry, to most. To a few, notice of services offered. They approach cautiously, keeping their eyes on her but lowered. She will usually say nothing, enjoying the cruelty of letting them squirm, making them explain themselves.

Their key goes onto the small ring she keeps in her purse, just one of a number. She’s never given one back, nor ever freed anyone.

She will hold that cluster in one hand while touching herself with the other, alone in the bathroom later that night, before climbing back into bed and waking me up to fuck her.