How My Keyholder Turned Me Into Their Perfect Cuckold Pet
It started with a lock.
Not a big, scary one—just a small stainless-steel chastity cage that my Keyholder snapped into place one Friday night. I thought it was going to be a kinky weekend thing. I had no idea it would change the way I saw myself… and my role in our relationship.
The first rule they gave me was simple: no touching without permission. That sounds easy until you’ve been locked for a week and every brush of fabric feels like torture. My frustration became their entertainment. They’d smile when I squirmed, and I learned quickly—my pleasure wasn’t mine anymore.
Then came the second step: serve, don’t expect. While I was caged, my focus shifted completely. I was cleaning, running errands, giving massages—anything to please them. And in return? I got teasing. Endless teasing.
When they introduced another lover into the mix, I didn’t protest. I couldn’t. I was already trained to obey, to put their happiness first. My role wasn’t to compete—it was to watch, serve, and feel that intoxicating burn of knowing I wasn’t allowed.
Over time, they refined me. I became their perfect cuckold pet—locked, obedient, and grateful for every scrap of attention. My reward wasn’t release. It was the smile they gave me when I’d pleased them, the casual touch on my cheek, the thrill of knowing I was exactly what they wanted.
If you’re curious how it feels to take that path, start with a chastity cage. Wear it longer than you think you can. Give up control, one rule at a time. You’ll be amazed how quickly you stop asking “When will I be unlocked?” and start thinking “How can I make them smile today?”
