Em Brace
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Just a fantasy
🕑 Added 2025-06-10 17:33:14 +0000 UTCJust a fantasy.
“So it’s really just going to be me and your Mom all night?” I asked as my girlfriend got ready for a night out with ‘the girls’.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Besides, I have a way to make it fun for you.” She added with a look in her eye that suggested she was up to something.
We were spending the weekend at Claire’s Mom’s house. Claire was planning on catching up with some old friends while she was here, which left me and her Mom in the house on our own for the evening. I didn’t really have a problem with this, to be honest, Sarah (her Mom) was a nice lady, and always made me feel welcome whenever we came to stay over. I was just a little worried that it might be awkward with just the two of us.
“And how exactly will you be making this fun for me?” I asked as I laid back on the bed watching Claire get ready for her night out.
“Oh you’ll see.” Claire replied, simply, before turning back to the mirror to finish her makeup.
She clearly wasn’t going to give anything away at this point, so I let it go for now and carried on watching TV while laid on the bed.
At this point, I should mention that my girlfriend and I have a pretty ‘interesting’ sex life. Claire was definitely the dominant one, and I the sub. I loved being teased, denied, and humiliated, and Claire was happy to oblige whenever we got the chance. We owned a few different chastity cages and would often indulge in chastity play for a while at a time.
Claire would often lock me up and tease me about ‘losing’ the key, or just never letting me out, and each time she did, I could feel how incredibly turned on it made me.
“Ohhh you like that idea, huh? Me locking your cock away permanently. The thought of me taking away your ability to have so much as an erection ever again has got your little friend twitching.” She would say things like this to me whenever she locked me up, seeming to gauge my reaction and see just how far she could push me. She would leave me locked for longer and longer periods at a time, and each time I would be obsessed with her. Every little movement she made would get me horny and I would feel that need to please her growing again. We both loved it.
Which leads us to today. Claire was all finished and ready for her night out, looking stunning in a short, pleated skirt and a wrap around top that showed off some stomach and a decent amount of cleavage.
“Okay babe, I only have a little while left until the cab arrives so we better get you ready.” Claire said, approaching my position on the bed.
“Okay, so what exactly do you have planned? And why do I get the feeling it’s going to leave me horny, or embarrassed, or both?” I asked, already starting to get turned on at the mischievous look on her face.
“You’ll see. Now strip!” She ordered, I was happy to oblige. I quickly stripped myself completely naked and sat back on the bed.
“What exactly do you have planned?” I asked again as Claire fumbled around with something in a bag I couldn’t see. She began dumping items on the bed next to me, items that I had seen before.
Some extra frilly, humiliating panties that I had been forced to wear in the past along with matching garter belt and stockings, the most secure chastity cage we could find on the internet, some stiff leather bondage mittens and some handcuffs.
Ordinarily, I would be incredibly excited to see Claire laying all these items out for us to play with, but right now I was simply confused.
“Umm, Claire, as much fun as all this looks, you’re about to go out for the evening and leave me with your Mom….I’m not sure she would approve of…..This.” I said, genuinely curious as to what she had planned with all the kinky gear when she was planning on going out.
“Relax, I have an idea, and you’re going to love it. Trust me.” I did trust her, so I laid back and let her cuff my arms to the railings in the headboard of her mothers guest bed. She followed this up by slipping the bondage mittens over my hands and strapping them tightly in place.
As soon as Claire had started to ‘prepare’ me, my d*ck had instantly responded, by the time the mittens were in place, I had reached a full erection.
Next, she had me lift up so she could slide the garter belt in place around my waist. Once that was done, she carefully rolled both stockings up my legs and snapped the garter straps around the top of them, occasionally brushing across my erection as she did so.
“Hmm, I think we’re going to need to get rid of this.” Claire said, grabbing a hold of my c*ck, eliciting a small gasp at the contact that I had been craving for the last couple of minutes.
“Well I can think of one way to take care of it.” I said, knowing she would know exactly what I was thinking of.
“Yeah well, I’m all dressed up to go out and I don’t want to mess up my makeup. So this will have to do.” She replied as she began to stroke me faster, almost methodically. I could tell that this was just about getting me off quickly so that she could get the cage back on me, and I wasn’t gonna complain about it. It had to be better than her teasing me for an hour and then looking me up (as she had done before).
“Ohh F*CK!” Claire pumped away as I came all over myself. Clinical/methodical or not, I was still happy to be given a release, but I was sure I would be paying for it down the line.
Claire grabbed some wipes and cleaned my crotch area up, but left the evidence of my orgasm all over my stomach.
“I hope you enjoyed that babe, cause it might just be the last one you have for a looooong time.” Claire said with an evil look in her eye. I guess now was the time to find out what her real plan was.
As expected, she came at my now flaccid c*ck with the chastity cage, she assembled the pieces around me and stuffed the cage section together with the base ring, but she didn’t immediately lock the whole thing up, instead she reached under the bed to grab something else, a tube of something….
“Okay baby, listen up because now comes the fun part. You know how you find it super hot when we talk about me locking your little c*ck up forever right?” I wasn’t sure I liked where this was going, but I replied all the same.
“..Yeah I guess it’s a turn on, but that’s just a fantasy. I don’t think I’d actually want you to do it.”
“Right, but the thought of it turns you on. Like that time I told you I lost the key, you spent two days going out of your mind horny because you thought you were really trapped. You even begged me to peg you twice just to get you off, you’ve never been hornier.” She had a point there, she had lied about losing the key and I had spent two days in desperation, hornier than I had ever been.
“Yeah, that was pretty hot.” I admitted.
“Exactly. So now we’re going to find out just how appealing the idea is to you.” Claire held up the tube of whatever she had brought, but I was still unsure what it was. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wonder for long.
“This is one hour epoxy. I have it on good authority that once this is applied to a surface, it takes an hour for it to fully set, after which it forms a bond that can withstand over 3000psi. Before I go out for the night, I’m going to coat the locking barrel in this and then lock up the cage. We already know just how secure that particular cage is, so if you’re still in it after an hour, then you can kiss goodbye to your d*ck.
“What?! But I’m strapped to the bed. How am I supposed to get myself out?” I said, testing the cuffs on my wrists but not finding any give in them.
“Well that’s the fun part. See, you’re gonna have to make a choice. What do you value the most, your dignity…..or your d*ck. The way I see it, you’ll only have one way out of that cage before the time is up, and that’s to call the only other person in the house to help.” Oh shit. Claire had made sure I was in as humiliating a position as possible, knowing full well that I wouldn’t want anyone to see me like this, let alone her mother.
“You can’t be serious. You want me to call for your mother to save me from a potential life in permanent chastity? That’s insane, she can’t see me like this!”
“Well babe, I don’t necessarily want you to do anything. It will be whatever you want. This is your chance to finally experience what it’s like to be locked up and owned, permanently. It’s almost time for me to go, but before I do, we need to complete your outfit.” She finished talking with an excited smile and then grabbed the humiliating panties, moving down to slide them over my feet.
She pulled the panties most of the way up my legs, but left my crotch and the cage exposed.
“Now babe, my ride should be here any minute. So we better get you locked up!” She popped open the cap of the special glue…
“Wait! You can’t actually be serious about gluing that thing on me….I’ll be stuck!”
“You don’t have to be, babe. All you have to do is call my mom to help. Hahahaaa, it makes me laugh just thinking about what her face would look like if she was to walk in here and find you like this.” Claire said, laughing at the thought of my predicament.
“Just so you know, I’ll be taking the keys to those mittens of yours with me, so it will have to be my Mom that unlocks the cage. But the key to your cuffs and cage will be here. Now where to put them?” She tapped her chin as though she was thinking about the answer to her own question, but I could tell she already knew where she was putting them. “I got it!” She added brightly.
She reached towards the panties and tucked one of the two keys into a small fabric panel in the crotch area. “There we are, that will make sure my mom has no choice but to fish around inside your panties to get the keys.” The cage was starting to feel tighter. She may be devious, but Claire knows what turns me on better than anyone.
“C’mon Claire, it’s all well and good you teasing me but you can’t embarrass your poor mother like that.” I said as I realized that I was actually getting turned on at the thought of being exposed like this.
“Oh I’m not, don’t worry. The choice to bring mom in here will be entirely up to you.” Claire, lifted the keys to the chastity cage, with the small locking barrel attached, and coated them in the clear glue. “Just FYI, the label on here does say ‘one hour’ but the guy in the store told me that when he tried it, it was pretty solid by the forty five minute mark. So you may want to hurry up and decide.” Claire slid the glue coated lock into the cage and turned the key, before placing that key inside the panties along with the other and then pulled the panties the rest of the way up.
I was now getting very nervous, and even more turned on. The thought of Claire doing this to me had always been a fantasy, but not one I thought she would ever try and act out.
“C’mon Claire, you got me, you can unlock it now!” I said, a little panic creeping into my voice.
“Oh please, you love it. Look, you’ve filled out your cage already!” She wasn’t wrong, even with the cage locked in place anyone could see how hard my cock was trying to become erect. “Just think about what my mom might think if she saw you, imagine us being around the dinner table tomorrow, just me, you and mom, and we would all know what you look like in panties and stockings.”
*Beep beep* I heard the sound of a car horn outside.
“Well, that’s my ride. Gotta go, babe. Oh, I’ll tell my mom you’re feeling a little under the weather and that you’re probably just gonna sleep it off, so she won’t disturb you unless you call her. Have fun, baby. Mwah.” Claire blew me a kiss as she left the bedroom, but didn’t give me a chance to say anything else.
“Claire! Wait!” I called after but she was gone and the door was closed. I struggled against the bonds that held me in place on the bed, but I already knew they weren’t going anywhere without the key, keys which I couldn’t even use thanks to the mittens. Was I really going to call Claire’s mom in here? Could I really let her see me like this? In women's lingerie, locked in chastity with my own jizz drying on my stomach?
On the other hand, could I really let the glue on this cage dry?
What the hell was I gonna do……?
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I had to do something. Being stuck in permanent chastity was great as a fantasy, but I knew that it would only be a hindrance really. I mean, how the hell would I get through airport security?
I had struggled and thrashed and twisted this way and that for the last ten minutes but deep down I knew, there was only one way out of this mess. With my cock desperate and my heart pounding, I opened my mouth and called out to the only person who could save me.
“Mrs Granger! Sarah! I need your help.” I called out loudly, absolutely mortified at the predicament my girlfriend had left me in. Claire’s mom’s name was Sarah Granger, and if you saw her, you would have probably thought of the word ‘milf’.
She was probably in her early fifties, and the signs of age were all there, but she carried it well. Her body was probably a little more rounded than it was in her younger years, and her hair was regularly dyed to hide the grays, but at the risk of sounding cliche, it was obvious where Claire got her good looks from.
There was a few seconds of silence, before I heard a couple of creaks from the stairs.
“Greg? Did you call?” It sounded like she was shouting from the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah. I need your um, help with something.” Shit shit shit!
“Is everything okay? Claire told me you weren’t feeling very well.” Her voice was getting closer and closer as she spoke. “I hope you’re not coming down with something, it would be a real shame if you we-” She stopped dead in her tracks and froze in place as soon as she pushed open the door to the bedroom, I had my eyes closed as though that my shield me from the humiliation of being seen like this.
“Oh my god!” When she had snapped out of the initial shock, Sarah turned her back to me so she couldn’t see me and took a step as though she was going to leave. “I should just, errrm, I’ll leave you to it”
“No wait!” I called before she could leave. “I’m sorry. I know this is…a lot. But I really do need your help, and it’s kind of urgent.”
“Heh, well you definitely need help. I'll give you that. Why are you…Like that.” She said, keeping her back turned to me. “Is this a kink thing? Is that what this generation is into?”
“Umm, kinda. I guess.” I replied, there really was no good way to explain this, not if I wanted her help. “This was Claire’s idea of a joke, or a way to embarrass me I guess. But I do need a big, big favor from you.”
“Okay, What’s the favor? I’m guessing you need me to untie you or something?” Sarah replied. I wished she would turn back around so I wasn’t left staring at her a**, the thin, floaty pyjama style bottoms she was wearing did a great job of emphasizing the jiggle of her butt cheeks.
“Well….Yeah, kind of. There’s really no easy way to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it. There are some handcuff keys inside my underwear which I need you to grab for me….but that’s not all. There’s also a key for something else.”
“In your underwear? You want me to go fishing around in your underwear? Is this some kind of perverted trick to get me to fondle you?”
“What?! No! Of course not. I really am stuck, and Claire left the keys inside my pan-my underwear, she thought it would be funny I guess.”
“Hmmph!” Sarah, let out a sigh before turning slowly around to face me.
She stared at me for a few seconds and I noticed her cheeks redden a little, she was obviously embarrassed by the whole situation herself.
“Why are you wearing panties and stockings?” She asked simply.
“Claire’s idea. More humiliating I suppose.”
“Yeah but you had to have let her though. I mean, she couldn’t exactly overpower you and force you now could she.”
“Well it’s kind of something we do sometimes, just a little fun.” I said, hoping that would be enough.
“Mmhmm, a little fun. And now you need me to let you out. Hahaha look at you in your stockings! This is crazy.”
“I know, but listen….” I launched into a quick explanation about the chastity cage and the glue and my current situation. I really needed her to get a move on, but her help seemed tentative right now and I didn’t want to scare her off.
“So you have a cage on you in those panties, and you need me to get the keys and unlock it before the glue sets and you’re stuck in it permanently?”
“Yes, that’s right. But could you please unlock me soon, I really don’t want to be stuck in this cage.”
“Fine, I’ll take a look, but I’l be having a word with Claire about this when she gets home.” Sarah walked over to the side of the bed and reached a tentative hand out to lower the waistband of the panties, exposing my cage to her curious gaze.
“That looks very tight. Is that because you’re trying to get turned on?” She asked.
I was beyond mortified at this point. My girlfriends own damn mother was just casually staring at my c*ck as it tried to get hard inside a chastity cage.
“It’s not my fault! I can’t help it.” I said, desperately. “Please, I really need you to unlock the cage before that glue dries.
“Fine. Here.” She said, taking the key from the panties and moving to place it into the lock. Unfortunately, she stopped before turning the key. “What the hell is that?!” She asked, sounding angrier than before.
I looked down at myself and saw her staring at the jizz Claire had left stuck to my stomach.
“Is that what I think it is? You really are a disgusting pervert!”
“Shit, no. That was Claire, again she did that on purpose to humiliate me. Please unlock me!” I begged her, time was running out and for all I knew, the resin was already half way hardened inside the cage.
“Oh would you relax, here.” She reached back and finally turned the key, the taboo thoughts of this milf being so close to my dick did nothing to quash my arousal.
I was beyond relieved to see her turn the key with little trouble and remove it, along with the locking barrel, with little to no resistance.
“Oh thank god! Thank you Mrs Granger, erm Sarah. Seriously, thank you.” I had never been more grateful, or more horny. All I needed now was for her to uncuff me and leave so I could pop the cage off and get myself off. I knew I couldn’t get out of the bondage mitts but that hadn’t stopped me before.
“Now if you could just uncuff my hands and I promise I’ll leave you be for the rest of the night…..Mrs Granger?” I looked at Sarah, who was staring intently at the glue covered locking barrel with a very quizzical expression.
It seemed she had gotten some of the glue on her fingers and was rolling it around between two of her finger tips, then she did something that surprised me. She brought the glue covered fingers to her mouth and sucked. Her eyes lit up and her eyebrows raised a little as she tasted the glue….then she burst out laughing.
“Hahahahahaaaa. Oh you poor dear! Hahahaaa, she really got you good.” Sarah said through her laughter.
“W-what? What do you mean?” I asked, wondering what she found so funny?
“This,” she said, moving the whole key and locking barrel to her mouth before sucking it clean. “is sugar and water. Hahaha!”
Dammit. She lied, I should have known Claire wouldn’t actually risk locking me away permanently, but I had believed her. What’s worse, I had just humiliated myself in front of her mother for no reason. I could have just gone to sleep and waited for Claire to return and everything would have been fine.
“Well, now that we know there’s no danger of you losing your little penis, I see no reason why I can’t do this.” Before I realized her intent, she slid the lock and back into the small hole in my chastity cage and clicked it shut once again.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I asked, shocked that my girlfriend's mother had just locked me in chastity so casually.
“I’m locking you back up and I’m taking the key with me. Consider it my payment for coming in here to save you and having to fish around in your panties to find the keys. And I’ll be speaking to Claire in the morning too. Here, I’ll unlock your handcuffs but you’re not allowed to put on any other clothes until Claire gets back, you like being dressed up in girly sexy things then you can stay that way. As for your key, I’ll be holding on to it until I think you, or Claire deserves it back. Consider this punishment for the both of you for dragging me into your perverted little games.”
“Sarah, wait, please!” But she was gone with a slam of the door, and I was once again locked back in the cage. But now, my keyholder wasn’t my girlfriend….It was her mother.
How the hell would I get out of this?
Fin.
Comments
Petrol Pirate
This story brought me to your Patreon. Worthy of a follow up
Eliz St-Pierre
Wonderfull story again, short yes, but opening to have more chapter!I think, We, chastity submissive, love the idea to have our mother in law or someone else became our keyholder. That change the dynamic of chastity
