Keeping her Promise (short story) (Patreon)

Keeping her Promise.

My poor little cock had been kept locked up all week. I had been subjected to constant teasing by my Mistress as soon as the lock had clicked closed.
Every outfit she wore around the house was provocative in some way, tiny shorts and short skirts. Low cut tops with plenty of cleavage on display. I had no idea my girlfriend/Mistress could be this much of a tease ... Or this devious!


She had promised to give me the key to the chastity cage on Saturday night before she went out with her girl-friends for the night.

"Come on babe. It will be fun. All you have to do is stay locked aaalll week, and then I promise, I will give you the key to the cage on Saturday before I go out. So, whaddya say?" She asked me with an eager smile, a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"But that's like ... six days away, I've never kept the cage on that long before. I'll explode" I replied.
"Oh don't be so dramatic. Just think how much fun you'll have next Saturday while I'm out. I know whenever I go out for the night you're straight on your laptop looking at porn and playing with yourself. At least this way it will be more fun you."
She had a point there, but I wasn't exactly comfortable talking to her about my masturbatory habits, even though we had been together for a few years now.

I thought back to all the kinky fun we had had up until this point, knowing that everything we had done so far had been a lot of fun for us both.
"Okay fine. But you have to give me the key back on Saturday!" I relented to her offer, even though I knew how much of a tease she could be.
"Don't worry babe, I promise, I'll put the key right in your hand before I leave. Oh goody!" She clapped her hands excitedly. "You stay put, I'll go grab your cage."


And so began a week of torture. My devious girlfriend had convinced me to stay locked for a full week. A week of relentless teasing and tormenting. She would always make sure to sit extra close to me whenever we were watching TV, snuggle way up close to me in bed. Always dressed provocatively, or sometimes not dressed at all, she would get out of the shower in the evenings and just not even bother getting dressed for a while after. Leaving me a drooling mess.
She even made sure I went down on her more than once that week. She got all the pleasure she needed, and I was left desperate.

But all that was in the past now, today was Saturday, and she was upstairs getting ready to go out. I was waiting as patiently as possible in the living room for her to hold up her end of the deal. Eventually, she came downstairs, dressed to the nines in a short black dress, ready for a night on the town.
"Looking good, babe!" I said, and I meant it.
"Aww, do you mean it? Or are you just trying to get your hands on this?" She said, holding up a small silver key.

"Of course I mean it. Besides, you already promised me the key before you left, remember?"
"That's right, I did. What was it I said? I would put the key right in your hand. Well, a promise is a promise, babe." She said, still with that devious smile on her face. "Stand up and close your eyes."

I thought that was a little bit of a weird request, but I wasn't going to argue when I was so close to getting my key back after the week I'd had.
I got up from the couch and closed my eyes.

"Now, make sure you keep your eyes closed tightly, no peeking, or I toss this key in the garbage disposal!" She said. "Okay, hold out both of your hands in front of you." Again, I did as she asked, wondering what game she was playing now ... Just give me the damn key already!

I heard a little shuffling around nearby as my Mistress moved around in front of me, I thought about opening my eyes to see what she was doing but decided not to risk it.

"Okay, eyes closed tight now, babe ... No peeking!"
I kept my eyes closed and felt something being pressed into the open palm of my right hand, something small and metallic. There it was, the key, I still didn't open my eyes as she took hold of both of my hands and curled my fingers closed into fists, one of the hands holding the key.

"I know you're probably tempted to open your eyes, but don't you dare. I still have one more surprise left for you." She said, leaving me stood there with my fists clenched tightly.

I waited for a few seconds, wondering what she was up to. Then, all of a sudden, I felt something being slid over both of my hands at the same time, something stiff and leathery ... The bondage mittens! No!

I snapped my eyes open as I realised what she had planned, but I was too late. She had a hold of both of the fastening straps and yanked them both tight before I could pull my hands away. It only took a brief bit of struggling on her part to get the straps buckled securely in place, I could barely fight back with my hands already squashed into tight fists.

"Babe, what are you doing?" I asked in despair as I held up my mittened hands in front of me. It had been so long since we had used the bondage mittens that I almost forgot we still had them. Clearly, she didn't.

"Keeping my promise, babe. The key is right there, right in the palm of your hand. As promised."
"But. But, I can't ... No!" I stuttered, stunned at her response, yet for some reason, totally aroused.
"Well, I gotta go, my rides here ... Oh, but before I go. Let me make it easier for you." She said, stepping close to me and reaching for my crotch. She quickly undid the buttons and zipper of my jeans, yanking them and my boxers down to the ground and pulling them clear of my feet.

"There you go, easy access for you. Aren't I too kind?" She said, fluttering her eyelashes in mock sweetness.

"Try not to have too much fun without me." She said, giving my caged crotch a quick squeeze before she left, making sure I was fully hard in the cage.
Before I could even object, she was out the door. Leaving me standing in just a shirt and a chastity cage. I probably wouldn't even be able to pull my pants back on with my hands stuck in these mittens.

But hey, she kept her promise, right? The key was right there in my hand.

Thanks for reading.

This was a random fantasy I had that I wrote down a while ago, before I ever had enough confidence to actually share my work with anyone.
Em. X