“Oh, they’re cute,” Emily whispered nervously, her hand brushing across the red lingerie.
The woman behind the counter in the adult sex shop looked her customer up and down. Emily was forty-something and single, she deduced. Recently styled brown hair, white blouse, black knee-length skirt and heels masking a reasonably toned body. But definitely lonely, with a vibrator held awkwardly in her hand.
The assistant’s eyes joined Emily’s to gaze at the elegantly displayed red lingerie. “Yes, they are beautiful.”
“Fun design,” Emily mouthed, brushing her fingertips across the key that was sewn tightly into the inside of the panty crotch.
“I think they like you.” The woman smiled. “Maybe you are just the owner they are looking for.”
Emily looked up at the shop assistant, smiling wryly at the woman’s obvious sales technique. Her days of wearing raunchy underwear to seduce men were over.
“You know that’s a real key,” the assistant explained, leaning in closer and brushing her hand against Emily’s arm.
“Good place to keep it.” Emily giggled nervously. “I’m always losing my front door key.”
“Yes, but this one unlocks a man’s cock.”
“What?” Emily blurted a little louder than intended.
“And they’re free to you, if you can give them a warm home.”
Emily stared back at the woman with a confused grin, as the assistant removed the bra and panties from the display. “Some of our customers buy a new lock for their chastity cage and pick up some nice lingerie at the same time. And sometimes, silly them, they leave the key and lingerie behind.”
“So, you mean…” Emily’s brown eyes blinked widely as risqué thoughts played out in her previously vanilla mind, “… it really does unlock a cock?” She whispered the last word.
“Or not.” The assistant winked. “That all depends on the whim of its owner.”
The assistant smiled knowingly. She had already gifted herself two key panty combos. One man in particular she quickly led to the pale blue lingerie that she had coveted for a while. She was wearing him right now.
“The man might not want me to have them,” Emily whispered timidly.
The assistant shrugged. “Do you want them?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Emily squeaked, already captivated by the idea.
“Good. He’s locked. You have new pants. End of story… for his cock anyway.”
The assistant grinned. She loved bringing out the kinky side of everyday women and watching them grow into the role. One woman was now dating the man whose key she had held and, as far as she knew, the key was still emmeshed in her undies.
Emily looked around, the sultry heat was making her flush. “Can I touch it?” she mouthed, picking up the lingerie and caressing it between her fingers.
“I’ll give you the man’s number,” the assistant explained, “He’s nice, pierced as well, but you have no obligation to call.”
“No, I won’t call,” Emily stammered, playing with her hair as she considered his predicament.
“Fine. He’s lost his cock,” the woman replied unemotionally, smoothing her dress as she perched on the edge of the counter. “He’s a risk taker, after all. He rolled the dice.”
Emily just stared at her with dilated brown eyes.
“But if you do change your mind and want to be idolised for a night… wear these. I guarantee he’ll be on his knees in front of you.”
“Oh fuck,” Emily mouthed.
“Or never call him. Sometimes that’s the hottest.” The woman fizzed. “Locked forever just because you wanted some new cute undies. What a self-indulgent thrill. Maybe he’ll still be under your lock and key long after you’ve worn through this silky crotch. You’ll never know.”
Emily found herself trembling. She had always had a kinky streak but had never had the opportunity to indulge. Dating had all but stopped when she turned forty. Despite keeping herself fit with Pilates, she rarely felt attractive and certainly not sexy, and rarely spoke to men as a result. While she would love to meet someone, right now she had an overwhelming hedonistic urge to wear the beautiful lingerie and wield powerful over this man. Maybe she wouldn’t be making love, but she wouldn’t be alone.
“He’ll fantasise about you.”
“Me?” Emily laughed out loud.
“Yes,” the woman replied firmly, “Try them on.”
“Oh, maybe later,” Emily stuttered.
The woman shook her head. “It has to be now… it’s kind of a swap thing.”
“Oh,” Emily mouthed. She had never given a man her panties and she was still in shock as the woman led her by the hand into the small changing room.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Emily called, unbuttoning her blouse and unclipping her worn bra. The new bra was expensive and gorgeous. Lace that pulled a little snug, squeezing and emphasising her breasts, and showing teasingly through her blouse.
With even more trepidation, Emily hitched up her skirt to reveal hot curves beneath. She touched her beige cotton panties, worn from use and never seen by a man. She pealed them from her butt and shimmied them down her legs, feeling ashamed that this was her gift to her unknown benefactor.
“Fuck it,” she mouthed, longing to recreate the sexual excitement of her youth. She whipped up the new red lingerie and danced it into place on her hips. It clasped her tightly, shimmering against her skin as if it was alive. The lingerie was beautiful and elegant, and hugged her more snuggly than she was used to. She straightened the red fabric on her cheeks, wriggled her skirt back into place and closed her eyes to imagine the man this belonged to was on his knees before her.
Emily surveyed herself in the full-length mirror. Her reflection was the same middle-aged woman, but something felt different. She now had a man locked in chastity, even if she had no intention of returning the key. So what? She was hot and decadent, and it felt good.
She redressed, neatly folded her old bra and panties and slinked nervously back out to the counter. “Okay, there,” Emily stammered, placing her used underwear on the counter, “Tell him to throw these out as they are very old.”
“I’m sure he’ll treasure them,” the woman replied, carefully gift-wrapping the still-warm items. She smiled kindly, “Particularly as you’ve caged him for life.”
“Stop it!” Emily giggled with embarrassment. She was blushing from shame and arousal but determined to see this new fantasise through, at least to one gorgeous orgasm. Anyway, this was his idea, not hers.
The assistant handed Emily a card. “His number, just in case you change your mind. Oh, and don’t forget your vibrator. You’ll find it tingles wonderfully against the key.”
*
Emily hurried home and scrambled to put batteries in her new vibrator. She stripped to her lingerie and posed in front of her bedroom mirror. The most gorgeous shiny red fabric adorned her curves. Debauched and immoral, she was holding a man in chains. Locked and unable to access his penis without her. Wow, her words were making her pant.
She jumped down onto her bed, her legs spread as she let her new sex toy explore her body. She felt attractive, beautiful and wanted, and above all, horny. There was a man out there who would beg to follow her vibrator into her sensual crevices. She was getting wet and animated as she pictured the man’s touch on her body.
Emily moaned and cried, her body breathy and hot. She orgasmed and pressed for every drop of fantasy to flow through her. She was now grinning as she rolled on to her side. She pulled her legs into her body, her fingers checking the key one more time, before snuggling under the sheets and closing her eyes.
*
A week later and Emily’s body was still wrapped in red. She had worn her gift constantly, even sitting naked on the washing machine when even she had finally washed them.
It was Friday night, and Emily was once again alone. She poured herself more wine, grimacing as she saw how much of the bottle she had already drunk. It was late, but she couldn’t sleep, instead lying ensconced in her lingerie on the couch. She had masturbated, but now felt lonely again as her fingers traced the key through her silky, wet crotch.
“What are you doing?” she mouthed to herself, but addressed very much to the man whose key she held. “What must you think of me?”
Her emotions were swinging from guilt to outright carnal lust. She was enjoying her body to the point of abuse while he was locked away inside a two-inch cage. She had the power to free him, yet here she was on the couch, her legs spread and her vibrator humming again.
Emily’s fingers toyed with the card. Should she call him? Should she text him anonymously just to tell him she was here? He would never find her or her key. Maybe it was only fair to tell him that his key was never coming back. Common courtesy for a man whose sex life was over just because she felt sexy in red panties.
She recalled the codeword and typed.
‘It’s the girl in red.’ Oh fuck, she had sent the text.
‘Hello!’ The response was immediate, ‘So wonderful to meet you!’
Emily giggled like a teenager before remembering the message she was about to give. Oh, poor guy. A frown tried to dislodge the smile on her face. She had read about what chastity does to a man and his eagerness to engage with her, and his multiple heart emojis hinted at how he must be feeling.
‘Are you enjoying the lingerie… and the key?’ Her phone beeped.
Of course she was, much more than she was going to confess.
‘I hope they’re giving you tantalising thoughts.’
Emily smiled, he seemed like fun.
‘How is your penis today?’ She texted, unsure how formal to be.
‘Happy in its cage. Glad it’s you that has the key.’
‘You don’t know who I am.’
‘You’re a woman who enjoys keeping me chaste. What else do I need to know?’
Emily hurried pulled on some black thigh-high stockings, and ran barefoot to her bedroom. She lay down decadently on the white sheet, her legs spread. With the wine playing with her head, she took a close-up of her red silky crotch and pressed send.
‘Wow, wow, wow! My key! I’m shaking.’ Came the reply.
‘Yes. In there somewhere.’
‘You’re so beautiful!’
Emily giggled. She had never sent an intimate photo to anyone before, but this was fun.
‘Send me a pic of your cage.’ She fired.
Of course he obeyed. The picture showed a glimpse of a toned stomach, narrow hips and strong thighs with a comical little cage bobbing where his cock should be.
‘Have you been in that all week?’ She tapped.
‘I’m pierced, no escape.’
Emily was breathing hot aroused breaths, her mind hallucinating as she pictured him lying on top of her. She touched the vibrator against the key, moaning out loud in her dark, empty flat. She stood up, twirled and snapped a shot of her shiny red butt, tacky from moisture and tugging lopsidedly between her cheeks. She didn’t care. He didn’t have a choice of girls tonight. She pressed send.
‘Soo want to cum!’ Came the response together with a three-second clip of the man’s gorgeous hand shaking the cage. Emily put the clip on repeat and thrust her hips, pressing her fingers against her body. She pressed the vibrator close and moaned and thrust herself to orgasm. It felt incredible, she was floating, almost delirious as she calmed herself, her hand still fingering the key.
‘You just gave me an orgasm,’ Emily typed mercilessly.
‘I love that,’ the man replied.
Emily flicked back through the text trail in awe of this sexually confident woman who had jumped into her body. She blushed as she revisited her photos. A photo of her butt, what was she thinking?
Her phone beeped. ‘Can we meet?’
Oh no, she hated letting people down. “I can’t, I can’t,” Emily mouthed to herself, her natural insecurities returning. This guy was certainly younger than her and fit and no doubt gorgeous. There was no way she was ever going to show him her forty-something body and trash her self-confidence again.
‘Sorry. No,’ she typed, fists clenched as she waited for the man’s response.
‘Okay. Thx for gorgeous pics.’
That did surprise her. Men were usually at their most arrogant and aggressive when aroused.
‘My key?’ he asked.
She knew she should give it back, but she really didn’t want to. This ilicit secret had driven her libido and confidence all week.
‘Please may I keep it?’ Emily typed.
For a few seconds, there was no reply. Emily held her breath.
‘It seems to be enjoying its new home.’
Emily let out a long sigh of relief and an inadvertent giggle. ‘Yes, it is,’ she typed before realising how arrogant that sounded. ‘How will you get out?’
‘Get a copy. Can you describe the key?’
Emily giggled again. This guy was so funny. She pulled open her panties and stared at the complicated key that now glimmered from being pressed against her sultry vagina. ‘Goes in a bit, out a bit,’ she typed.
‘Got it.’
Emily giggled before texting. ‘No. What about your sex life?’
‘I have these photos.’
Emily gushed, she had never had a man fall under her spell so quickly. He seemed more eager to flirt with her than have an erection. This was perfect as she only wanted to fantasise, not meet. Her fragile confidence wouldn’t allow it. This was her chance to be the tease she’d always dreamed about. He would never know her, even if they passed in the street. With anonymity assured, she decided it wasn’t time to say her final goodbyes, not quite yet.
‘Would you like daily photos of the key?’
‘Yes, Mistress!’
Mistress? Wow, it felt amazing for a man to say that and mean it. Emily’s body felt carnal. This man was captivated. ‘When panty crotch wears out from masturbation, will sew key into new pair.’
‘Wow… I love the pair I have.’
Oh fuck! Emily gasped; she had completely forgotten how she had stripped in the shop. Handing over an old and dirty pair of panties and a worn, non-matching bra. For a moment, she felt embarrassed, unsure what to type.
The hush was broken by her phone. ‘’Till then. I’ll search for a key that goes in a bit, out a bit.’
Emily giggled. ‘Millions of possibilities,’ she replied.
‘I could copy the imprint on your gorgeous body.’
‘But you’re not in my bed.’
‘Woah… cage just got smaller!’
‘Oh good. Pic, please,’ she typed.
Emily’s heart thudded audibly in her chest as she soaked in the latest crushed and caged dick pic. The cage was tiny. She thrust her legs wide and let her fingertips follow the beautifully intricate seam that plunged down between her thighs. Her libido was building and she was trembling again.
Emily was floating, her body gushing. She positioned her phone to video a close-up of her wet crotch. She spread her legs, and with vibrator in hand, she moaned and touched herself to another powerful orgasm. She checked that nothing but her horny crotch was on display before pressing send.
‘In case you forget how girls masturbate,’ she typed.
‘Fuck… so tight, Mistress.’
Emily grinned. Maybe she was still the sexy flirt she had once been. She couldn’t believe her body’s insatiable appetite, nor the fact that it no longer felt strange for this man to address her this way.
The man had led her much further than she had intended and her panties were now way to wet even for flirting pics. She had plenty more to discover about this man, but that, and he, would have to wait.
‘Kiss my cock goodnight.’ Emily tapped. It seems a fitting way to end.
‘Same time tomorrow?’ he asked.
‘Maybe.’
Emily turned off her phone, walked to the shower and let hot, steamy water soak her body and lingerie. She had fallen in love. Certainly with herself, and maybe, one day, with her caged man.