Earning My Keys (I Locked Myself Up…but My Friends Hold The Keys) - Chapter 3: The Sapphire Key (Part 2) [F30s/M20s][F30s POV][Sex Game][Chastity][Masterbation][Public][Risky][Humiliation]
Chapter 1: A Game of Locks & Keys + Story Synopsis
Chapter 2: The Sapphire Key (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Sapphire Key (Part 2)
Tuesday Morning (3rd Day Locked)
Rows of clothing surround me as I meander my way through the matrix of racks. Normally, I would gladly examine these racks thoroughly, hoping for some hidden gems. Today, however, my focus is on something else. The few pieces I grabbed are more for not arousing any suspicion than purchase. It's the rooms toward the back that are why I am here.
My experiences in the car and later at Denise's have created an urgency I wasn't prepared for. I became a trembling mess in seconds and I'm not even done with the first task. I need to speed this up or I won't make it.
A shudder spreads across me every time I think about Andrea and Denise watching my deviant display. It was all I could think about Sunday night as restless unfulfillment kept me tossing and turning. What I would have given to release myself.
Monday ended up being a busy work day, but every free second seemed to be spent thinking of my next two video locations. By the end of the day, I settled on my choices, which is why I now stand in a department clothing store midday on a Tuesday.
I proceed toward the back, acting as casual as possible with armfuls of decoy clothing. Two attendants fold the abandoned clothing at a stand by the entrance, chatting back and forth about some work related issues. They glance up but don't pay me a second thought as I walk past.
There are a few people in the changing area, talking to others currently in the room or sorting through their clothing. One vacant room in the middle is all that remains, so I quickly snatch it and lock myself in before anyone else has a chance.
The room is small, with a mirror and a bench across from the door. The door itself isn't full sized, but instead is more like a bathroom stall with openings at the top and bottom. I would have preferred to be fully closed off, but this will do.
I toss my pile of clothes onto the bench and add the clothing I wore in as well. Once again, I am in public with only the belt on.
There isn't much room to sit on the bench, so this video will need to be of me standing. Using the clothes, I prop my phone up to get a full view of myself and then begin video four.
As I begin to grope the metal piece again, I make sure to limit my noises. I can’t risk someone hearing a moan. Instead I let my face betray just how much I want to be free. I am past the point of acting now. I am actually desperate.
The seconds tick by on the video as my eyes catch the full view of myself in the mirror. This is what Andrea is seeing. This is what Denise saw. This horny slut who doesn't even have access to her own pussy, degrading herself on camera because she can't control it. My legs buckle slightly as I feel my wetness through the belt again.
I imagine Andrea, laying naked in bed and touching herself to the sight of this. My sadistic tormenter, whose view of me is forever changed. I imagine Denise, over me on the bed and driving me deeper into a submissive frenzy. I want more of her dirty talk, more of her dominance.
With my other hand I brace myself against the wall as I begin to feel weaker. My fingers pry at the side of the metal, searching for any weak spot to let them in. I need it. I will fling this door open right now and put on a show if it means I can make this belt disappear.
A brief glance down at the phone shatters my spiral. The video is well over a minute. I force myself to stop and reach down to end the recording. Normally, I send the video right away and move on, but curiosity takes hold this time.
Utter embarrassment fills me as I watch my loss of control on film. This is only a few days in. How did this happen? How have I fallen so fast? Just from wearing the belt and some teasing? I can't send this.
My thumb hovers over the trash icon, but something inside makes me resist. I won't send it, but I’m not done with it either. Instead I open the camera again and begin a new video. This time, I will control myself.
Tuesday Evening (3rd Day Locked)
“Heard you are almost done with the first task,” Devon says as I join him at the table. He pushes a beer toward me while taking a sip of his own.
“Thanks,” I reply as I take a sip. “And yeah. One more video to go.”
“Enjoying it?”
“Yes and no,” I admit. I was hesitant about coming tonight when I found out it would just be Devon and me, even though it's not the first Taco Tuesday with just us. This isn't a normal week night like before, not with this game going on. I suspect it will be all he wants to talk about.
Devon met Andrea at a bar when they both attempted to hit on the same guy. The guy turned out to be straight, so Andrea won that round, but a friendship quickly blossomed from the initial encounter. While he looks like a typical gym bro, the more I've spent time with him the more I’ve realized just how big of a sweet nerd he really is. I know he genuinely wants to help me.
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow, waiting for me to divulge more. When I don't, he continues on.
“It's easier being locked when you aren't being constantly teased and put in sexual situations isn't it?”
“Yeah!” I blurt back, breaking my silence. “I can't believe how crazy it's making me. It's only been three days! How did you-” I stop short. “Wait. Did that happen to you? You did say you have experience.”
He laughs and takes another sip.
“Do you remember David? From shortly after college?”
There have been many guys in Devon’s life over the years, but I do vaguely remember a long fling with someone early on.
“I think so? Is he the one that you saw for like half a year?”
“Yup. It was a fun fling for sure. We were both pretty open to trying new things. I was curious about being locked, and he was all for it. We each had the other’s key and the goal was to make the other so crazy they would cave first and beg to be released. I think there was a certain amount of BJs the winner got or something like that.”
“Who won?” I lean forward. He's normally so open, it's rare for him to keep something hidden.
“He did,” Devon concedes. “He was relentless with his teasing. Nonstop. From the beginning I was going nuts. It was all I could think about, which just kept making it worse.”
I realize I am unconsciously nodding in agreement. He smiles and continues.
“I'm guessing that's how you are feeling huh?”
Sheepishly, I slouch back and nod.
“I just…I've never been like this. The thoughts I have. The things I want to do. It's overwhelming. I can't imagine how it’s going to be after three more tasks. Truthfully, I don't think I'll make it. I feel like a dam that's already cracking. At some point, it will break completely and that will be it!”
“Do you enjoy it? Being this horny and actually doing all those things you read about in your smut?”
I contemplate lying, but there is no point. He already knows the truth.
“A little.”
“I think there's always been a part of you that wants to embrace these scandalous things. You've just never been able to push through your mental blocks.” He leans forward. “But now, in this riled up state, you can. So my suggestion is to embrace it. Let yourself finally experience something out of your comfort zone. Give yourself slutty memories while you can.”
I breathe heavily as his words sink in. Maybe I’ve been looking at this the wrong way.
“And I will say, when I did finally get unlocked, the sex we had…Let's just say you'll never forget it. I still think about it to this day.” He glances off into the distance, most likely playing the memory back in his head, leaving me to grapple with his words.
2AM Wednesday Morning (4th Day Locked)
While still in a groggy state, the result of only a couple hours sleep, I scan the windows to see how many people are inside. Judging by the empty parking lot, I think I might be okay. I ignore the 2AM reading on my dashboard clock, and my desire to stay in the warm car, and jog across the lot to the doors for the gym.
A blanket of warm air blows down around me as I enter, followed by bright fluorescent lights that do an admirable job of waking me up further. With a full view of the room now, I scan again. As expected it is empty, but not completely empty. There are two people, one woman running on a treadmill in the corner and the gym attendant behind the desk to my left. A woman being here foils my attempt at a short visit. I will have to wait for her to leave.
As I walk forward into the gym, I hear the voice of the attendant stop me dead in my tracks.
“Hey! You have to sign in!” He shouts.
“What? Oh, sorry!” I say, still lost in thought. I walk over, flash my badge, and sign the book.
The attendant, whose name tag says Jonah, smiles up. He looks young, maybe early to mid twenties, with a medium build and styled up wavy brown hair.
“I don't think I've ever seen two people here this late. That's some dedication!”
“Yeah, well, just couldn't sleep!” I lie as I turn away. Thankfully the extra long sweater does a good job covering the belt bands that would be completely visible in just yoga pants. Plus it's so cold, no one will bat an eye at the extra layer.
Normally, I would be so focused on the task at hand that I wouldn't dwell on him at all. In my current state, however, I can't help but fantasize. As I reach a machine, my mind is stuck picturing him bending me over on it instead of what that actual workout is.
Twenty minutes pass as I work down the line of machines, feigning effort and waiting for the woman on the treadmill to finish. Jonah meanwhile, has spent the majority of the time doing odd organizing and cleaning jobs throughout the gym. Finally, just when I think of leaving, the woman stops and walks to the front. Instead of heading to the locker room, she tosses on a jacket and disappears out the door.
I can't help but laugh. This whole time I was waiting and she didn't even go into the locker room. As I get up I realize I haven't seen Jonah in a bit. My focus on the woman took priority. Still, I don't want to risk someone else showing up so I make my move.
With my stuff in hand I make my way toward the locker rooms off to the side, psyching myself up in the process.
This is it. The last video and one key will be mine.
I turn the corner but my progress is stopped as I suddenly smash into a pile of towels being held by Jonah. I bounce back, falling to the floor along with the towels and my bag. As the bag hits the floor, its contents spill out, including my surrender box, which comes to a stop right by Jonah. A panic hits me as I curse out.
“Shit!”
“Oh my God. I'm sorry! Are you okay?” He asks in a nervous voice, crouching down to help with my bag.
“I'm fine!” I blurt out as I scramble over, trying to grab the box before he sees, but it's too late. A puzzled look appears on his face as he examines it. I quickly snatch the box back and toss it into the bag with the rest of my stuff.
“You sure you're okay?” He asks with genuine concern.
“Yes, fine! Sorry I…uh really need to use the bathroom!” Before he can respond I jump to my feet and dash away, trying to zip up the bag in the process. I turn the corner and reach the sanctuary of the locker room before any further conversation can be had.
He saw it. Does he know what it is? Did he see my belt when I fell? Holy shit.
The mind spirals as I set the bag down on the locker room bench but I do my best to calm down. Just get this done. A quick video and then bolt out of here.
With shaky hands I undress and pile the clothes next to the bag. I then prop my phone up against the pile and position myself further down the bench. My heart races as I spread my legs over each side of the bench, giving a full view, and then press record.
Like the four previous videos, I begin my futile rubbing as I look longingly at the camera. For this last one I want-
“Holy shit!”
My heart skips a beat as I jolt up. Standing a few feet away from me is Jonah, holding towels and staring at me, mouth agape.
“What the fuck!” I scream out as I reach and grab the nearest piece of clothing. My phone flings onto the floor as I tug my shirt to me, quickly covering myself. “Why the fuck are you in here!?”
“Me? Why are you in here?” He yells back, still in shock from the view I gave him.
“What? This is-” I stop as a sudden realization hits me. This isn't the same gym I went to for years. I chose a less popular one further out just in case.
While trying to stay covered I twist around enough to see the bathroom in the back.
Urinals.
This is the men's locker room. Fuck.
While I was frantically trying to close my bag and get in here I didn't check the signs, I just went when I normally go. This gym must have the locker rooms reversed.
I turn back to Jonah, completely flushed red in embarrassment and shaking. His face still showed confusion, but with a suppressed elation too.
“Are you like an only fans model or something?”
I squirm uncomfortably as I debate my next move. Instinct tells me to yell at him to leave but the thought of him reporting this or telling people would only make everything worse. I signed in, he knows who I am. Plus, I can't deny that despite the complete dread filling me there is that tiny spark I discovered the other day. The thrill of being caught.
“No, I'm not an only fans person!” I scowl back, trying to avoid coming off timid. “It's part of a dare I'm doing. That's it. No one was supposed to see!”
He glances down at the phone and then back to me.
“What's the dare?” He asks. “Does it have to do with…whatever that thing is you are wearing?”
Fuck! I was hoping he didn't get a good enough view. That makes this so much worse!
“...yes…it does.” So much for being confident. I can feel myself deflate during the admission.
He drops the towels at the end of the bench and then bends over to grab my phone. I realize as I glance down to it that it's been recording this whole time. He could easily watch the video back if he wants.
“Please!” I plead before he can. “Don't look, just give it to me.”
Mercifully, he does. I snatch the phone as he walks close, leaving my other hand to keep my just barely covered. Once in hand, I stop the recording and lock the phone.
“So, the dare is you have to record yourself in public wearing that…I assume some sort of chastity thing?” He stands only a few feet from me, towering over my exposed, hunched over body. As I look up to meet his eye I notice a growing bulge poking out of his gym shorts.
Another spark hits me.
“Yes,” I admit. “Well kind of. Listen, just please let me go to the other locker room! I need to finish this.”
“You can stay here.”
“What?” My tone loses its edge.
“I'll give you a minute and make sure no one comes in.”
“Thanks.” This unexpected kindness catches me off guard, making me feel slightly guilty at my anger just seconds ago. I would expect a young guy to try and capitalize on the situation, not prove empathetic and helpful.
As he turns to leave, a curious emotion takes hold. Something I never expected to feel at this moment: disappointment. For some reason, I don't want him to leave. My conversation with Devon comes to mind as I wrestle with what to do.
He's right. Embrace it.
“Wait!” I surprise even myself with this. What am I doing?
He turns back but not fully, a futile attempt to hide his growing arousal at the situation.
“Can you film instead?”
Jonah looks blankly back, completely dumfounded.
“It's a quick video, only 30 seconds.” I hold the phone out.
A big smile grows in his face as he processes the new development. Slowly he shuffles over, his loose gym shorts not helping his attempt at modesty.
He takes the phone and stands back, pointing up to me. My heart feels like it might explode in an anxious meltdown but I don't give in. Instead I drop the shirt and leave myself exposed to him.
He stares in awe at me, seemingly forgetting what he was supposed to be doing.
“Well?” I tease up to him in fake annoyance. He snaps out of it, shaking his head slightly and looking down at the phone.
“Is there anything I should do? Just stand here and hold the phone?”
His voice is shaky now. I think about it for a second. There is something I want. In for a penny, in for a pound right?
“Talk dirty.”
“W-what?” The ear to ear grin fades in a flash.
“You heard me. Talk dirty, really get me going wild.” I stare back intently.
“I-uh…”
“Go! Record now!” I shout, ambushing him. It needs to come naturally, I don't want him to think about it too much. He fumbles for a second but manages to hit record.
Both of my hands jump into action, one rubbing the belt while the other caresses across the rest of my body. His eyes grow wide.
“Mmm,” I whimper, waiting for him to say something. A slight panic betrays how unprepared he is. He tenses up as his mind races for something.
“Fuck this is so hot.” His voice is still panicky, but he manages to pull together. “How badly do you want to cum?”
“So badly,” I whine back. He's getting better, but still not there.
“I bet you would give anything for me to fuck you right now. I…uhhh”
Just as he begins to flounder again, something clicks in him. I see the uncertainty melt away as his expression suddenly turns stern.
“Look into my eyes.”
No wavering in his voice this time, just assertive and calm.
I whimper. Not a fake, dramatized moan like usual, but deep, guttural whimper that barges out uncontrollably.
He leans closer, right above me.
“When this thing finally comes off, I want you to think of this, me standing here as you helplessly try to touch yourself. When you finally cum, remember how you feel now, horny and desperate, a little performing slut, enjoying every second of it. Never forget what you really are.”
I melt away, soaking up every word as I feel myself shrink even further. I want to say something back, anything to keep him going, but before I can he leans back and stops the video.
Once again it takes a second for me to break my primal urges that have taken over, his last line leaving my head spinning as I attempt to regain some dignity. This isn't his first rodeo apparently.
“Wow. That was incredible. It looked like you really enjoyed that, even with that belt thing on.”
I chuckle as I stand and take the phone from him, eased by his relaxing demeanor again. There's no hiding the full erection now pulling taut on his gym shorts now. I point down to it as I begin to re-dress, my submissive state receding in the process.
“Well, it seems like you enjoyed that as well. I'll leave you alone, I'm sure you'll be taking a few minutes in the bathroom to…take care of that.”
He blushes as I finish with my clothing and walk past him.
“Thank you Jonah.”
He looks like he wants to stay something, but holds his tongue as I exit the locker room.
By the time I get back to the car, the adrenaline or whatever was fueling me wears off. Surprisingly, the wave of anxiety I expect doesn’t follow. No regret, no embarrassment, no shame.
Just a euphoric high and a desire for more.
Before I drive away, I take my phone out and rewatch the video. His words blare through the tiny phone speakers as I watch myself, seeing the scene through his eyes. It's no surprise he was hard as a rock by the end. I wonder if he's in the bathroom right now, touching himself, playing back the memory like I am now. I wish I could see that. I wanted to rip those taut shorts down so badly.
I snap back and close the video. There will be time for fantasy later. For now there is only one thing left to do. With a few taps the video is off to Andrea and the first task is done.
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