Locking Up the Holidays

Submitted by: Iron Rodd

Kelly and I met as fifteen-year-old freshman, and started going out as sixteen-year-old sophomores.

The summer before senior year was the first time I'd seen her naked, and the first time she saw me without any clothes. We were playing with each other: her hands were amazing, and she said I got her off with ease.

But we weren't ready to have intercourse, so she decided it would be safer if only one of us was naked at any time. I could accept that, because I knew we'd be together, and eventually it would happen.

In November, she gave me my first blowjob, and it was mind-blowing. When I came back to Earth, and put my clothes back on, she took off hers, and I reciprocated. Based on her moans and groans, I guess I was doing a pretty good job.

In December, I agreed to go with my parents over winter break to visit family. I figured it would be my last family trip. Kelly's parents, too, had asked her to spend the vacation with them, so I resigned myself to not seeing her for the few weeks around the end of the year.

Monday night, the last Monday before winter break, we were in her room. Her parents were out for the evening, and we were going at it hot and heavy. She was naked, and gorgeous; I was fully dressed, and feeling a little discomfort. What more could I expect, with a raging hard-on underneath my jeans?

Then she pushed me back and said, "I want to try something."

I can't recall ever having said no to her, and of course I was up for most anything.

"I want us to both be naked," she said. But before I could ask, she told me, "but I'm not ready to go all the way."

"You can trust me," I said.

"I know I can, but in the heat of the moment, anything can happen."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Hang on a minute, and I'll show you." She put on her bath robe, and walked out of the room.

I waited a few minutes, and eventually she came back with a bowl and a bag.

"All we need," she said without preamble, "is something to keep your dick out of my pussy, right?"

"I guess so."

"Drop your pants, and let me show you what we can do."

I did as she asked, dropping my pants and underwear. I'd softened up while she was out of the room, but started stirring again.

"This isn't going to hurt," she said, and she put the bowl—which I saw was full of ice—under my dick.

Once again, I was completely flaccid.

From the paper bag, she took out something I couldn't make out. I saw silver metal, and she held it up to me groin. "It's a chastity device," she said, as she manipulated me and the metal. Then she said, "there. All set," and stood up. "Take a look."

I looked down at what, until moments ago, had been my teenaged penis and balls. What I saw now was a silver metal cage shaped sort of like my penis. I felt around, and found a metal ring behind my ball sack, somehow attached to the cage.

"It's great," Kelly said. "The cage keeps your dick from going anywhere it shouldn't, and the ring keeps the cage in place."

I shifted around a bit, but I could tell instantly that it wasn't coming off on its own.

"I unlock it with this key," she said, slipping the necklace it hung from around her neck. "And now, lover," her voice got husky, "let's be naked together."

She dropped her robe, and then pulled my shirt off.

I felt my dick trying to stir, but it was going nowhere.

Then she put her arms around me, and her breasts were rubbing against my chest, and she was kissing me deeply, and I forgot about the cage on my dick. All I could focus on was being naked with my Kelly.

We tumbled to the bed, kissing and touching and feeling and just reveling in our shared nudity. She urged me down, and I ate her out while she held my head between her legs. She came two or three times, then pulled me up and kissed me again.

I guess we dozed off, because the next thing I knew, she was shaking me, and we could hear the garage door opening.

"We fell asleep," Kelly said urgently. "My parents are home. Quick, put your clothes on."She tossed my pants at me while she was pulling on her own clothes.

I was buckling my belt when I heard Kelly's mother call out, "We're home."

"Hurry up," Kelly hissed at me.

I ran my fingers through my hair while we made our way down the stairs to greet her parents.

"You gotta go," she whispered in my ear.

As she was kissing me on the porch, I said, "Hey! What about this thing you put on me?"

"You want to take off your pants here? Just leave it on for the night. I'll take it off tomorrow."

I had trouble getting to sleep that night, but there wasn't anything I could do about it… and I tried. I could fondle my own balls, but it wasn't nearly as satisfying, since that metal ring behind them kept them kind of tied up. And no matter what I tried, I couldn't touch my dick.

Eventually, I feel asleep.


I couldn't do anything in the morning except get up, shower, and get dressed. I was especially careful to make sure I was covered walking to and from the bathroom, so that no one would see my crotch was locked up.

At school, I met Kelly in between classes in our accustomed corner of the hall.

Before I could say anything, she pushed up against me, rubbing her tits against my chest while her tongue sought mine. Then she whispered in my ear, "I've been so turned on all day, knowing what's under your pants, and that I'm the only one here who knows it, that I have the key."

"You're not the only one who knows it," I whispered back. "I know it, too. I'm itching to get out."

"Here?" She smiled up at me.

"No, not here," I said, somewhat resigned.

It was a long day.

It wasn't until I got home that I remembered I couldn't see Kelly Tuesday nights, because she had a tutoring job.

I texted her, but she didn't respond until late; too late to go see her. "It's just one more day," she said. "You'll be fine. And I'm so excited just thinking about it."


It was another long night, and an even longer day Wednesday.

When we were making out between classes, she said, "I know you think you're uncomfortable. But aren't you the one who told me that accidental hard-ons are really embarrassing?"

"Well, yes," I said.

"Bet you haven't had one since I put that cage on, have you?"

"No," I admitted.

"So it does have some good points, doesn't it?"

I growled.


After school, Kelly came over, and we went straight to my room.

She knocked me onto the bed, kissing me and holding me. Eventually, she backed off, and we were able to get naked together.

I reached for her, but she pushed me back. "Let me look at you," she said. "I haven't seen what you look like with that cage. Let me just drink in the sight of you."

I wanted to cover up, but I steeled myself, and stood there, posing for her.

"Oh, baby. That looks great. I'm going to keep this memory right next to my mental picture of the first time you were naked for me."

And then she swarmed into my arms, and I forgot all about the hardware on my crotch.

Eventually, I worked my mouth down to her crotch, to her very enthusiastic response.

"That was incredible," she said. "You just get more and more amazing each time we're together. I can't imagine being with anyone but you."

We lay together, cuddling, for a while.

"Oh, look at the time," she said. "I have to get going."

We got up together, and I kissed her deeply, then helped her with her underwear, her skirt, and her shirt. Almost as much fun as undressing her is dressing her, like my own little breathing doll.

When she was dressed, I looked down at myself. "Uh, what about," I gestured at the cage that was constraining me.

"Oh, right," she said, reaching for her necklace. "Uh oh."

"What do you mean, 'uh oh'," I asked.

"I forgot. I took off the necklace when I took a shower this morning, and forgot to put it back on. The key is in my bedroom."

"So what are we going to do about this?"

"Tomorrow, sweetie. No, wait, we can't see each other tomorrow. I know. Friday night, the night before you leave, I'll take it off, and then give you a big surprise."

"You mean…"

"Yes, I think so," she said. Was she finally ready to have sex? Well, I guessed that would make waiting to be unlocked a little easier… and a little harder.


At school on Thursday, again, she rubbed up against me, and rubbed me through my pants. "Just checking," she said, smirking.

I reached for her, to "check," but she pushed my hand away. "No, someone might see."


Thursday night was a long, lonely night. I tried to distract myself with television and reading, but everything made me think of sex.


Friday I didn't see Kelly at school. I texted her between classes, and tried calling, but she didn't answer.

By the time I got home, I was worried.

I got a text at dinner time, but couldn't check it until after we were finished.

It was from Kelly. "I'm OK. Talk l8r."

When she finally called, I was frantic.

"I'm in Florida," she said.


"I got the date wrong. That's why I wasn't in school today. We left for the airport this morning. My parents were furious with me for not packing in time. I had two minutes to throw all my clothes in a bag."

"What about me?" I said. "I'm locked into this… this thing. And we're leaving in the morning."

"I know, honey, and I'm sorry."

"We'll be gone for two weeks. Two weeks! And I won't be able to touch myself."

"But you're going to your grandparents' house, right?"

"Of course. What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, aren't you going to have to share a room with Amy?" Amy's my two-years-younger sister.


"So you want to jerk off with her in the room?"

"Well, no…"

"So you mean you want to touch yourself without getting off, right? So isn't this basically the same thing? Just imagine it's my hand holding your dick, instead of your own, but you still can't get off."

"It's going to be… very frustrating."

"I know it is, lover, but just think what it's going to be like after we both get back, when we're alone together, and I can unlock your pretty little penis."


She laughed. "No, not little. Perfectly sized; perfectly formed. I'm going to spend the next two weeks thinking about that perfect penis that I'm holding between your legs, that I can't do anything with. It's going to be pretty frustrating for me, too."

"But you'll be able to get off when you want."

"I'm a girl. Girls always get to come more than boys. You'll survive."

The next few days, we talked and texted, and each time, she teased me. "You know that's my hand in your pants, holding you."

"I know. And I can't wait to get this metal hand off me, and that fleshy hand on me."

"Why won't you get hard for me? You know I'm holding your dick, but it's still soft."

"You know damn well why it's not getting hard. And you'd better not lose that key."

After a week, I was very frustrated. "I'm thinking of ways to take this off. I don't know how much longer I can stand it."

"The store said you wouldn't be able to take it off, but that it's comfortable enough for long-time wear."

"Yeah, this cage isn't hurting. But having it on is driving me nuts."

"Do I have to ask Amy to check for me, to make sure you're not tampering with my hand?"

That was just mean, and the hardest part was, she just might. Sure, I know Kelly isn't cruel, but Amy just adores her, and would do anything for Kelly. And this was something Amy would love to know, and to see.

I subsided. "No, I'll be good. But you definitely owe me when we get home."

Every night, I dreamed of having sex with Kelly. I already knew what she looked like naked, knew what she tasted like, what she felt like. The only thing I didn't have direct experience with was putting my dick in her pussy. I dreamed about it, and found myself daydreaming about going all the way with her when I was awake. I was in a constant fog of thinking my way through sex with Kelly.


I'd never been so glad to get home from vacation, never looked forward so eagerly to the start of school. But the start of school meant Kelly would be back, and with her, the key to my freedom.

We got home on Thursday, but Kelly wasn't scheduled to get in until Saturday night.

Saturday, of course, we got a snowstorm. Kelly texted me from the airport in Florida: their flight had been canceled because of the snow. She'd let me know when they rescheduled.

We talked on Sunday, as the snow plows were on the streets. The airport had reopened, but Kelly's family wouldn't be flying in until Monday, meaning she'd miss the first day of school, and I'd still be locked up.

I finally got to see Kelly in school on Tuesday, but of course, Tuesday night was out.

Wednesday night. Wednesday was going to be my night of freedom… or so I thought. But Kelly was swamped with homework, and we couldn't get together. "How about Friday night," she said. "Friday we can stay together late. It'll be worth it, trust me," she purred.

It wasn't like I had any choice.


Friday night, Kelly came to my house. Mom had invited her for dinner, so she came for dinner. I tried to act normally, and Kelly was her usual bubbly self.

After dinner, Amy dragged Kelly off for some girl talk. I knew I couldn't go knocking on Amy's door to pull Kelly out of there, but she was in there for hours.

I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on some schoolwork.

Finally, Kelly came out of Amy's room, and knocked on my door. She walked in, sat in my lap, and put her arms around my neck. "Sorry I couldn't get out of there faster, but now it's getting late." She kissed me, and didn't flinch when I ran my hand up under her shirt. But after a few minutes, she said, "Not now, lover."

I tweaked her already erect nipples.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go. How about tomorrow? It's only one more night, and then tomorrow, we can take our time, be together for hours."


Saturday morning I was awake early. Too early. I texted Kelly, "r u up?" But she didn't get back to me for hours.

It was late in the afternoon before my phone finally beeped: "cum over."

I was there almost before the beep faded.

Kelly opened the door wearing a low-cut top, a short skirt, and heels. I almost didn't notice, as I pushed her back against the wall, devouring her mouth with mine.

"Well, aren't you an eager boy," she purred in my ear. She held me to her with one arm, while her other hand squeezed my crotch. "Good, it feels like everything is just the way I left it."

"Your 'toy' is—"

"My hand. Why don't you call it 'my hand'?"

"All right, fine. Your other 'hand' is just as you left it. But what it's holding is a million times more frustrated. And my balls are sore, too."

"You really need to cum now, don't you? Rather than just wanting to?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's just terribly, terribly exciting." She leered at me. "Sort of puts me in control, doesn't it?"

"You've been in control since you locked this thing—"

She frowned.

"Uh, your hand, on my dick."

"Well, I think I'm ready to loosen my grip on you. But I spent all this time getting ready for you. Don't you want to admire me, compliment me on what I've done?"

I knew she was teasing me. But the rational part of my brain had to admit that she did look very good. It was winter outside, but she was wearing a white button-down shirt that was unbuttoned down to her belly button, and there was no bra showing. Below the shirt was a short skirt. A very short skirt. It only barely covered her butt. And her heels just completed the look.

"Well? What do you think?" She pushed me into a chair, and posed for me.

"I think you look good enough to eat."

"Really? What a wonderful idea." She climbed onto the arms of the chair, and I could see she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. "How about right now?" And she ground her pussy into my face.

I responded exactly as she wanted, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her even closer to my mouth, my tongue darting in and around her pussy, while she moaned above me.

"Well, that was very good," she said as she climbed down off my face. "I think it's time for your reward." She took my hand and led me up to her bedroom.

I reached for her shirt, and she leaned into me, moaning as my hands found her tits.

"Mmm, that's nice," she said. "But I've been thinking."

I was worried. "What have you been thinking?"

"I've been thinking that if I just unlock you, you're gonna shoot your load in two seconds, and we'll both be disappointed. So I've been thinking of ways we can prolong it, so we'll both enjoy it that much more."

"And what have you come up with, Kelly my, uh, mistress?"

"Mistress? That's nice. But how about goddess?"

"Fine, goddess. What do you want to do?"

"I want to tie your hands to the bed, so I can control the speed of our love-making. I think you're going to love it."

"Fine," I said. At that point, I would have agreed to almost anything, so frustrated was I.

"Okay. First, strip. Then we'll get going."

I had my clothes off in nothing flat. I couldn't remember feeling less self-conscious as I got naked in front of Kelly.

"Mmm," she purred. "You're looking good there, lover. And my little metal hand looks just like I remember it. Now, lie back on the bed."

I did, and she pulled out my arms one at a time, tying each wrist to the headboard with a scarf. I tugged at them, but I wasn't getting loose.

Kelly put a couple of pillows behind my head, so I could see her easily, without holding my head up. Then she moved down to the foot of the bed, swayed a bit, and did a striptease for me. Her body looked as amazing as always. If I hadn't been tied to the bed, I would have been on her in an instant, running my hands all over her luscious body.

Instead, she crawled up my body, licking her way up my torso before reaching my face and kissing me deeply. She moaned as she rubbed her tits on my chest.

Then she kneeled up over me, and reached her hands behind her neck.

"Don't move," I said.

"Don't move, goddess," she corrected me.

"Fine, please don't move, goddess. With your hands back like that, it pushes your tits out and they look amazing."

"Hmm, that's good to know." She posed for a few moments, twisting her torso back and forth, but not moving her hands.

Finally, she unlocked her necklace, and took hold of the key… the key to her "hand", to my freedom.

"Are you ready for this," she asked.

I just nodded, not trusting my voice. It had been nearly a month since I'd seen my dick, since I'd been able to have a hard-on.

She leaned down and kissed me. "I'll be right back."

Then she grabbed her bathrobe, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

I lay there for a few minutes in shock. What the heck is she doing, I thought, leaving me naked and tied up on her bed.

Then she came back with two bottles of water. "I was getting thirsty, and I figured you could use a drink, too," she said, holding one bottle to my lips.

I had to admit she was right. After we'd had our water, she leaned down, and kissed her way back down my body. When she got between my legs, she licked and sucked on my balls for several minutes, while all I could do was lie there and moan my need.

Then I felt her moving my balls with her hand, I heard a click, and then felt the ring around my sack getting loose. She yanked the cage off me, and I saw my flaccid dick, but just for a second, because it went instantly from soft to incredibly hard.

"Well, that's flattering," Kelly said, looking up at my face, then back down at my dick. "How does it feel?"

"I'm more ready to cum than I have ever been, but I also have to admit that just having a hard-on feels good."

"That's nice, honey. Now, I'm thinking that if we have sex right now, well, you'll probably cum just from me putting a condom on you. So instead…"

She grabbed hold of my dick with one hand, and my balls with her other. She stroked and fondled me, it couldn't have been more than thirty seconds, and I came, hard. It splattered my chest and stomach, and I passed out.

When I came to, Kelly was lying next to me, with her arm draped across my chest.

"How are you feeling now," she asked.

"Satisfied. But not completely. I still want you, but that was such an incredible relief."

"That's what I figured." She held the water bottle up to my lips, and I had another big drink.

"So why am I still tied up?"

"Because I'm not done using your body." She lifted herself up on one arm and leered down at me. "Now that that one's out of the way, I should be able to use your body for my pleasure."

My dick jumped back up to attention, and she smiled at me. "It seems you agree."

She reached over to her night stand, and grabbed a condom package, which she opened. She unrolled it down my length, then gave me a few strokes. "Are you ready for me, lover?"

"I've been ready for a month. But now I think I'm ready to give you a good time, too," I said.

She kneeled over my rubber-ensconced dick, and slowly lowered herself onto me. She bit her lip in the way that always turns me on, slowly engulfing my dick inside of her. Eventually, she got all the way down, and I could feel her sitting on me.

"Oh, wow," she said.

I could only agree. She was so hot and tight and moist. It was an incredible feeling, not at all like I'd imagined it.

Then she lifted herself up, so far I thought I was going to slip out of her, but then she stopped, and lowered herself again, and rested. The up and down, and up and down, getting a little faster, and she felt incredible. "It was worth the wait," she said.

"Definitely. The only thing that would make it better is if I could feel your tits while we're doing this."

"Just focus on what you can feel," she said. But then she started rubbing her own tits.

I felt myself getting close, but then she stopped moving and moaned her orgasm moan. She fell forward onto me, holding me to her and shaking a little. Eventually, she stopped and said, "that was incredible."

She lifted herself back up, and started moving up and down on me again. I was still hard as she stroked my chest. Then she reached behind her, and I felt her grabbing and stroking my balls. She squeezed, and I came, pulsing out my cum into the condom. She came with me, then fell down onto me, as my softening dick slid out of her.

"Can you untie me now?"

"Shh," she said. "Just lie here with me for a minute." But then she fell asleep, and I let myself fade out.

I woke to the feeling of something damp on my dick. Damp and cool. She was washing me off with a washcloth, and it felt pretty good. Then she dried me.

"I've been thinking," she said.

That phrase was starting to worry me whenever she said it.

"Yes? What have you been thinking?"

"I've been thinking I'd like to put my 'hand' back on you."

"Are you crazy? I was trapped in that for a month. A month! A month without touching myself, without getting to cum. It was horrible! And now you want to lock me up again?"

"Well, not for a month. We're not going out of town on separate vacations now. But yes, I want to lock you up again."

"Why would I agree to that?"

"Because you love me, and because I want you to?"

How was I supposed to respond to that? I did love her, but I didn't want her to lock up my dick.

She could see me struggling. "I'll take it off and get you off whenever you want, but this way you can't do it, so it'll be like your penis is always held by my other hand."

I thought about it. I thought about the orgasms I had before she locked me up, which had been great, and the orgasms I'd had tonight, which had been absolutely incredible. I hated not having control of my own dick, but at the end of that lack of control, it really had been great.

She smiled at me, and I reluctantly nodded. I felt metal, heard a click, and knew I was lost. Kelly controlled me completely.

"I love you," she said.

"And I love you, my goddess," I replied.


Tied in to Love, Iron Rodd's first collection of loving bondage tales, is now available in print and electronic editions from most major online retailers.

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