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Melissa loved her new job at the chastity cage company. As the only woman there she got to hold all the keys, even her boss’s.

It was a beef ranch, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get to do some milking in her free time…

When Lisa’s credit card was declined for the engine oil change it wasn’t just the car that ended up getting serviced.

(I’m sure I posted this before but I just love this picture and thought I’d try and write a caption for it too!)

The Party

At the monthly KeepHimCaged Keyholder’s Party the husbands were finally unlocked after a minimum of four weeks tease and denial without cumming. Their cocks were then pushed through a hole in the wall and they were strapped in, helpless. The idea had originally been a game where each keyholder had to identify her husband’s penis…

It was the best job in the world, Caretaker to an apartment full of horny denial sluts. He could do anything to them, they were crazy for his cock.

But there was one rule.

Cum, just once, and he’d be evicted. His place taken by the next in the long waiting list of other men.

Most of them only lasted a couple of days…

It had been the proposal she’d always dreamed of. Romantic, surprising, the ring was beautiful.

So that evening it was her turn, she’d promised once she had his ring on her finger she’d finally be intimate with him. It was more than he could have hoped for. 

She insisted he be tied up, just to make sure he wasn’t naughty. He loved that. Stripping down to her panties she kissed him all over, licking and sucking his cock, getting him so close.

And then she stopped, fetching the device from her bag she explained just how seriously she took her virginity. That she wanted them to enjoy being intimate but she couldn’t risk them going too far. That just how the ring on her finger showed she was his, the cage on his cock showed that he was hers.

Slowly she worked him inside the small cock cage as she promised to let him out, at least once a month, while he was tied up. She didn’t want him masturbating, he could just focus on looking forward to how good her hands and mouth would feel on those special times together.

In the meantime, he could learn how to use his hands and mouth on her.

“I’ll let you have the key on our wedding night,” she whispered as she clicked the lock shut. “If you’re lucky.”

Once the rejuvenative properties of human semen were discovered, entrepreneurial women around the world started harvesting from their husbands – only once every 30 days of course, to ensure the highest quality product.

The rest of the month they were kept cock caged and teased so as to produce the greatest yields.

It was the beginning of the revolution.

‘Thank you for that lovely dinner, hubby. What’s for dessert?’
‘You are.’

The Queen and Princess lined the twenty lottery winners up, and commanded them to strip. Out came the measuring tape, and they were ordered, very simply, by penis size.

To their disappointment the winner was a skinny pale man with tattoos, but the law was the law, and he did have a very big dick, so that was something.

The 19 others were sealed into their chastity cages and had to watch silently as the new king claimed his prize. They’d be let out in a year’s time when the next lottery was held.