Owned

We'd had dinner a few hours ago. In between staring at the Internet, she'd spent the evening working on her homework, and I'd brought some paperwork from the law firm where I worked to catch up on.

It was starting to get late, and she asked me to give her a backrub while she worked on the last homework problem that was due early the next morning. As I enjoyed the sensation of my hands running across her shirt, I started to become more aware of the plastic chastity device hidden under my clothing which constrained my penis and prevented it from becoming fully erect.

She had insisted on the chastity device, saying that she wanted to have sex only a few times a week; this was her way of dealing with my libido, which was greater than hers.

After she finished the problem, she looked at me with an evil grin, and told me to wait right there as she closed the door behind her. She went to the dorm's kitchen, where she had a storage locker with a padlock on it. She opened the combination lock on one of them, took a box containing a key, and came back, with the same evil grin on her face.

She told me to kneel in front of her, and asked me to remove her shirt, grabbing my wrists as I did so that she could push my hands in such a way that they brushed against her breasts, making me more aware of the chastity device. I set the shirt down on the back of the chair, and then she guided my hands to rest on her ass.

She then led my hands along her waist to her belt buckle, which I undid. As I unbuckled her belt, she leaned forward, causing her breasts to gently touch my head.

As I continued to be aware of the chastity device, she told me to remove her pants, then ordered me to start licking her through her panties.

After a few seconds of licking, she grabbed my wrists again, and I looked up. "Did I tell you to stop licking me?" she asked. Returning to licking her through her panties, I felt her lead my hands to the bra clasp on her back, which I undid, while continuing to lick her panties.

As the bra peeled away from her body, she told me to stand up, and I set the bra down on the chair. She reached into my underwear and fondled my balls, as if I wasn't already adequately aware of the chastity device. She took my pants off, then told me to kneel again. Next, she told me to stretch my arms out, putting my hands on her breasts. Then she pulled my shirt up onto my arms, so that all of it was off my torso, and then backed away from me, pulling the shirt off and setting it down on the chair.

She grabbed the box containing the key and climbed onto the bunk bed, and I followed, both of us still wearing underwear. She wrapped her arms around me, and I followed her lead, wrapping my arms around her. She kissed my lips.

Then she said "Let's see if this key fits your lock." She pulled my underwear down a few inches, then reached over to get the box, pulling the key out. She slid the key into the lock, and said "This key doesn't seem to turn," with a wicked grin.

She had bought two padlocks, which took two different keys, so on nights when she didn't want to allow my penis any freedom, she could retrieve the key for the padlock that wasn't in use, and we'd both be undressed and in bed by the time I discovered which decision she had made.

"I guess your penis won't be getting any action tonight," she continued as she pulled my underwear back up. "But I'm feeling horny," she continued as she guided my hands to fondle her breasts.

She pulled her underwear down, and guided my mouth to her cunt. I continued to be very aware of the chastity device as I gave her an orgasm.

The next morning, she got up, put her bathrobe on, and went off to the women's shower. A few minutes later, I put a bathrobe on, and went off to the men's shower. Fortunately, there were individual stalls, so there was no real risk of anyone else seeing the device that I could not remove.

I came back to find her wearing a clean bra and clean underwear. She told me to fondle her breasts gently, again causing slight discomfort to my penis. The she had me put a shirt on her, and pants, and had me get dressed. We went to the kitchen, got breakfast, and went our separate ways for the day.

The next evening, we repeated a similar routine. Except that this time, the key opened the lock. After she unlocked it, she started pulling on the chastity device, and saw a look of mild pain in my eyes; my erection was enough to hold it in place. "Your penis acts as if it doesn't want the chastity device off," she said to me, smiling. "Lick my cunt," she told me, as she lead my hands to her breasts.

We cuddled after her orgasm, and she gently tried in vain once again to pull the chastity device off, then caressed my balls, increasing my arousal and forcing the it to continue to stay in place.

After an hour my arousal decreased to a point where she was able to get it off. She encouraged me to play with her breasts, and after several minutes of this she rolled over onto her back, guiding me on top of her; she let me penetrate her, and then we fell asleep cuddling.

At some point in the middle of the night, while I was sound asleep, she got up and took a small box out of her dresser. The box had a combination lock holding it closed, and inside, it contained the lock whose key she'd brought into her room the previous night. She swapped which padlock was in that box, leaving the padlock which had just been on my chastity device unlocked and in the box, and bringing to the bed a padlock for which the key was still in the kitchen. She locked the device on me, so that my morning arousal would be restrained.

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