Mr. Castle's Skeleton Keys

My wife has always been open-minded about sex, so when I discovered chastity belts and wanted to get her interest, it wasn’t hard. She read all the details on the major chastity belt sites and said she was willing to give it a try.

When it came I spent a few days getting the right combination of parts, and then I presented her with the keys. To my surprise, she’d bought a locket in the shape of a padlock. With a smile, she placed the keys inside. I suggested that we wait a week before letting me out, and she agreed.

I’d been used to daily orgasms either with her or through masturbation, and it was hard for me to get through the week. I made one or two suggestions for her to let me out before the week was up, but she didn’t accept them. That Saturday night we had explosive sex, and while I was still feeling warm from the sex she locked the CB back on me and told me I had to wait for a week.

This is how it went on for several weeks, until one night I noticed she was preoccupied with something to do with the belt. I pressed her to say what was on her mind. "I didn’t think you’d be released so soon and so regularly," she said. I told her that I’d never be able to last for much longer than a week.

"That’s a pity," she said, "because I’d hoped your release to be at my whim and spread out for several months rather than one week. I read about how men become much more loving and attentive in circumstances like that, and while you’re very nice to me your behavior is not much different."

I told her again how hard it was to wait even seven days, and suggested that maybe in a few months we could start to extend the period of lock-up. She seemed OK about that and I hoped that she’d forget over time.

In the meantime, the sight of the padlock locket with the keys inside was a constant reminder under her underwear and nightwear. It didn’t help that she bought a very sexy nightdress with a deep V-neck, so that when we made love when I was locked the locket swung out and hung vertically over my face.

One morning I woke up first (as usual) and noticed that the locket was on the pillow between us and my wife was sleeping with her face away from me. I very carefully opened the locket and quickly undid the lock and then replaced the keys. As I left the bed she woke up and I told her I was going to have my shower. I had enough time to masturbate to orgasm, and then I closed the lock on the belt so she’d have no idea that I’d been free.

I found that I could get the keys a couple of days a week. She rarely woke up unless I left the bed, so I was safe. Then one morning I was almost caught. I had the keys in my hand when she suddenly grunted. I pushed the keys under my pillow and quickly closed the locket.

She woke up, turned, and smiled at me. "Gonna show me how much you love me?" she said sleepily. "Sure, Honey," I smiled, and slid my head under the covers. After I had satisfied her we kissed and cuddled for a while, and then I went off to have my shower. She never thought to open the locket because the next morning I was able to replace the keys.

Her sleeping habits seemed to have changed, but this might well have been from the fact that spring had come and the mornings were lighter. I continued to borrow the keys from the locket, but the process was becoming more dangerous. I had to act quickly to open the belt’s lock and put the keys back. One more than one occasions she started waking up before the keys were back, but I managed to get the keys back before she knew what was happening.

Then one morning disaster struck. She didn’t catch me, but when I put the key in the belt’s lock it wouldn’t turn. I had to wait until the weekend. She put the key in the lock and tried to turn it. It wouldn’t turn. She didn’t seem upset by this, but moved the key in and out of the lock a few times, and then - thank God - it turned and I was free. I must have strained the belt lock.

Two days later, the locket was between us on the pillow. I took the keys out and put them in the belt’s lock, but they wouldn’t turn no matter where I put them or how hard I twisted. Than I heard her starting to wake up, so I put the keys back in the locket before she realized.

I waited until the weekend when she was due to free me. She was somewhat drunk and very much in the mood, so I was surprised that the key wouldn’t turn. I offered to try with no success. She said, "Let’s sort this out in the morning, but right now I need your attention," so I had to bring her to orgasm and then spend the rest of the night locked in a horny situation.

The next day she was more aware of how important things were. She tried once again to release me, she moved the key in and out of the belt’s padlock, and even found the WD-40 and tried to lubricate the key and lock. When she failed she offered me the keys but I was no more successful.

"We seem to have a problem here," she said, "or rather, you seem to have a problem. It looks like we need the services of a locksmith. I take it you won’t visit one and show him what’s happened?" I couldn’t face that. "I’m sure they must have something like a skeleton key," I said, "just take this key and show them what kind it is."

She came home from work the next day and told me the bad news. "I called several locksmiths, and it seems they have this new code where they will only attempt to unlock something if you can prove it’s yours. Of course, you can easily prove that it’s your penis, but you’ll have to strip down in their workshop. They won’t give you a skeleton key."

The thought of doing this made me feel cold, and even if the locksmith acted professionally the idea of the story circulating around our city made me very nervous. "I can’t do that," I said, "Try all the locksmiths. Surely one will break the rules."

The next day she told me that I was in a life sentence. "None of them would do it," she said. "They all have to observe the code." I was frightened now, and I was also getting remarkably horny after less than two weeks without an orgasm. My wife was becoming remarkably attractive, and I often kissed and cuddled her, all the time wishing my penis was free.

Both of us were trying to think of a way out of the situation. I looked on the internet to see if it was worth traveling to the next state, in case they didn’t have such a code. My wife reminded me that locksmiths would hardly be likely to give away a skeleton key to someone who was hundreds of miles from where they lived.

Without a resolution to my problem my sexual drive became stronger and stronger. I almost couldn’t keep my hands off my wife, and I was feeling more frustrated than when I was a teenage virgin trying to find a girl who’d sleep with me. Even though my wife couldn’t do anything to help me, she was remarkably sympathetic, although she was in a good mood because I brought her to orgasm every night. She’d listen to the stories of the little things women do that made me horny.

After a month locked up, two things changed. It was as if my body became accustomed to not having sex, and my lust for my wife changed more to love. And finally, it looked like there might be a way out of the chastity belt.

My wife had mentioned at work she was looking for a locksmith, and one of her colleagues had mention someone who had retired from the job a year ago through bad health. She’d tracked him down. His name was Mr. Castle and he had skeleton keys and was willing to let us take one away.

The problem was that he’d simply brought back all his tools and keys from work and put them on the floor of his garage. "I know I had some keys like that," he told my wife when she visited him, "but it will take a while to find them." He promised to search and would call us when he found them.

Every day I came home from work hoping that there would be a message on the phone. But there was nothing. I offered to call Mr. Castle, but my wife suggested that it would be better if he called us. Eventually, after several weeks, I insisted that she call him, but she said that she’d call round to his house.

"The news isn’t good," she said. "His wife told me that he’d sorted some of his equipment, but then he was taken sick and is currently in the hospital." Just my luck, I thought. I find someone then he dies on me. Nobody knew when Mr. Castle would be released, and every day he was in the hospital meant another day in the belt.

After a month my wife had more news. Mr. Castle was going to be released, but he was going to a rehabilitation hospital for a while. At least he was out of danger, but it would be a while before he returned home. And after a couple of months, he did return home, and he told my wife that searching for that key would be his first priority.

I couldn’t wait. I’d been nearly six months in the belt without relief. My wife was happy with the way I’d taken to it, but she was anxious to get me out. And a couple of weeks later, she came into the house with a key. She reached down and put the key in the belt lock, and in what seemed like a miracle, I was free.

When she returned the skeleton key, Mr. Castle had recommended that we throw away the lock and keys, and get a new one. After a week of freedom, and a lot of testing of the new lock, I was locked up again. It had seemed strange to be out, but I was glad that we would be back on our old schedule, and I told her so.

"Oh no," she replied, "You were the guy who couldn’t manage for more than a week, and then after six months nothing bad happened. And after a few weeks, you were so sweet to me. So you’ll only come out when I feel like it, and that’s probably in several months. And don’t start complaining, or it will be even longer."

"Oh, and don’t think of going to Mr. Castle. He doesn’t exist, and neither do skeleton keys. I made up that entire story, after I realized that it would take forever for you to stay in there a decent time. That’s why the locket was on the pillows - so you thought you were releasing yourself without me knowing about it - and that’s why I almost caught you, so you thought you’d broken the belt lock."

"I got another lock and a set of keys, and I put the keys for the new lock in the locket. That’s why the lock wouldn’t open, and the "skeleton key" was simply the key we had all along. And the right keys are back in the locket, but I had the jewelers make a real lock for the locket, and the only key for that is hidden where you won’t find it."

"But it’s not all bad news - you told me plenty about the way women arouse you, so expect me to tease you without mercy. And I have added a few items to my wardrobe that will keep your mind on me. So why not come over here, and we can discuss things a bit more intimately?"

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