The Unaware Keyholder

I bought the chastity device - called the CB-3000 - on a whim. I found it on the Internet. When it arrived, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it. Let me explain.

My wife Barbara works as a mid-level manager in a company down town. She has regular hours. I am a novelist, and I work at home. I work all the time, except when I get stuck.

Barbara and I have a sort of average relationship. The sex is pretty much vanilla, and it's come to the point where it usually only happens on the weekend. In fact, we kind of expect to have sex Friday nights when she unwinds from her high pressure work week. But neither of us expects the kind of great sex that we had at the beginning of our relationship.

It was during a case of writer's block that I happened on the website that offered CB-3000 for sale. I wondered what something like that would feel like. I had a vague idea of curbing my tendency to masturbate during the day, which sometimes interfered with our sex life, and that was all it took to get me to order one.

I put it on and made a couple of necessary adjustments with different rings and spacers. I found eventually that I could wear it for several hours without discomfort. Even using the bathroom presented no real problem, although it took a little longer because I had to drop my pants and sit down.

I took to wearing CB-3000 during the day while Barbara was away. This was OK while the writing was going well, but I began to find that whenever I got stuck I would end up getting the key and slipping out of the device so that I could fiddle with my penis. Each morning, as Barbara drove away, I would tell myself that today the CB-3000 would stay on until she arrived back home, but several times I didn't hold to my word.

The chastity device was not keeping me chaste. I realized that I needed to figure out some way of making the key more difficult to get at.

Some people can talk openly about such things with their wife or girlfriend. They can ask their spouses to hold the key to their chastity devices. But I felt too inhibited. I can be good with words on paper, but just the thought of talking with Barbara about my masturbation was too humiliating to consider. Because I couldn't bring myself to talk it over with Barbara, I needed to find a way to prevent my escaping the device during the day, but that allowed me to take it off when Barbara was at home.

The CB-3000 came with two keys for its padlock. One of the first things I did, in the interest of preparation for an emergency, was to put one of the keys in a plastic baggie and bury it. I dug a hole about two feet deep beside the post that holds a bird house in our garden, where I knew I could find the spot again, and buried the baggie there. I figured that, even if I did not have a key immediately available, I would not go to the trouble of digging this one up just to fondle myself. But what to do with the other key when Barbara was away?

The answer came to me while I was rummaging through a "junk drawer" in my dresser and came across a magnetic key box that I used to keep spare car keys in. In case I lost my car keys, I could always reach up under the fender and get at the spares by detaching the key box. This was just what I needed!

The next day, a Monday, before Barbara left for work, I stuck the box with the key on the under-side of her car. As soon as her car pulled out of the driveway, I put the chastity device on and closed the padlock before I lost my nerve. It was exciting to realize that it would not come off until she returned. Of course, in the back of my mind I knew that there was the possibility of digging up the second key, but that prospect involved enough labor to make it not worthwhile unless there was a serious need.

When Barbara returned that evening, I sneaked out to the garage and retrieved the key. I took it to the bathroom and removed the device and was set for the night. My idea had worked out just as I had hoped. My wife had become my keyholder without even knowing it.

Over the next few weeks, I got into the habit of sending the keys off with Barbara's car and getting them back at the end of the day. In the meantime, our sex life improved, at least insofar as frequency is concerned, as I was no longer held back by frequent masturbation during the day.

About the time I got used to the new regimen, the unexpected happened. On a Friday evening after Barbara arrived back home, I slipped out to the garage as usual, to recover the key to the device. I was horrified to find a different car parked there. In a barely controlled panic, I hurried inside to ask Barbara about it.

"Oh, I took my car in for servicing and they gave me this one as a loaner," she replied. "I'll get mine back on Monday when they finish with it."

I was flabergasted! I didn't know what to do. Barbara would find out about the device at bed time. This was Friday, and she would expect us to have sex. With CB-3000 on, there wasn't any way I would be having sex, but the worst part was the embarrassment that would come my way when she discovered what I'd done. I thought of going out and digging up the spare key, but it was already dark out and besides, it had snowed that day. I couldn't think of any way to explain what I was doing if I went out there and tried to dig by the light of a flashlight.

I tried to think of some excuse for going down town to get the keys from her car, but could not come up with anything plausible, and besides, the service garage would be closed by now. I dithered about my predicament for the rest of the evening, but as bed time approached I had to face the inevitable: I would have to tell Barbara.

"You what?" Barbara exclaimed when I told her of what I'd done. "You have some kind of chastity device you can't get out of? Let me see it. This I have to see!"

With some embarrassment, I dropped my trousers. Barbara looked at the sturdy transparent plastic device. She even handled it, noting the padlock that kept it in place. "What on earth did you think you were doing?" she asked.

"Well," I stammered, "I thought I could get you to be my keyholder without knowing you were."

I started to pull my pants up, but Barbara stopped me. "No, I want to have this marvelous contraption in view awhile longer," she said. "Besides, I think the awkwardness you're feeling might just be good for you. What did you mean when you said I'd be your keyholder?"

So I had to explain some of what I'd read in the Internet about various chastity devices and the fact that many women used them to control their men's sexual activity for one reason or another. Barbara kept questioning me, so I went on to tell her about the masturbation and the fact that I thought this would be a way to get myself under control.

"And now the keys are gone and you're stuck. You are in quite a pickle, aren't you?"

"Yes, but maybe we can go into town and get them tomorrow," I said hopefully.

"Oh, I'm afraid the garage won't be open again until next week. That's why they gave me the loaner. Your predicament is apparently only starting."

"Barb, you seem amused by all this."

"Well," she said, "It is rather funny. Look at you, with your pants around your ankles and your penis locked in neutral. But I suppose you're right. I should take this more seriously. We were supposed to have sex tonight. I was looking forward to it, and now it looks like I'll be disappointed."

"Barb, I'm sorry. I'm disappointed too. And scared. This will be the first time I've gone more than about eight hours without removing this thing. I was trying to make our sex life better and I've messed up."

"Well, perhaps some good will come of it. We have the weekend to think about it. In the meantime, let's give that tongue of yours some exercise. Just because you've locked yourself out of a good time doesn't mean that I have to go without any satisfaction."

And that's was how matters were handled for the rest of that weekend. I managed to fulfill Barbara's needs, but my own frustration only increased. As I brought her to several orgasms over the next two days I could feel my penis vainly trying to get erect. It was almost painful at times, but also exciting. I could hardly wait for Monday, when she would get her own car back.

On Monday morning, I called Barbara at work. I suggested that we meet for lunch and I could get the keys then. She said the garage had called and her car was not yet ready. They hoped to have it by the time she got off work. I fumed, but there was little I could do about the situation.

When at last Barbara arrived home Monday evening I was appalled to see that she was again driving the loaner. "They said they needed at least another day," she explained. Something about a part that's on order but hasn't arrived." She saw the look on my face. "My, my, how disappointed you look. This must be pretty important to you."

"You got some satisfaction this weekend," I answered. "But I just got more frustration."

"I did have a pretty good time this weekend, thank you," she said. "In fact, I'm beginning to think this was a pretty good idea you had."

The next day, Barbara finally brought her own car home. I immediately rushed to retrieve the key box. To my horror, it wasn't there. "Oh, I've taken care of the keys," Barbara said. "After all, that's what you wanted, wasn't it? A keyholder?"

"Barb, please. I'm going nuts. I almost went out to dig up the spare key today, even though the ground is frozen now and there's nearly two feet of snow."

"Well, we don't usually have sex on Monday night, but I suppose we could make an exception tonight. Let's go have a nice dinner and watch some TV until then." This was OK by me (it had to be), so I let it go for the moment.

At bed time, Barbara teased me for awhile and made me use my tongue on her again. Finally, she went somewhere in the house and retrieved the key. I reached for it, but she held back, saying, "Oh no. If I'm to be the keyholder, then I'll be the one to open or close the lock from now on." And she proceeded to undo the padlock.

I was free for the first time in nearly a week and a half. It was wonderful, and sex with Barbara was marvelous. Later, she suggested that it was time to put the CB-3000 back on until the next time she wanted to have sex. In spite of my former frustration, I assented. It was, after all, a solution to the problem for which I had bought the device.

I put the device on and Barbara slipped the padlock through and locked it. "By the way," she said, "I bought this new padlock. I have all the keys to it - somewhere. Now you don't have to dither about whether to dig up that other key, because it won't work in this lock anyway. And you don't have to worry about masturbating. I'll be in charge of your orgasms from now on. We can discuss what you'll need to do to earn them."

So, now I have a keyholder who is no longer unaware.

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