I happened to read the story "Revenge of the Keyholder" on your Web site, at http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/not90912.htm, and since the author asked me what I thought happened next, I decided to write this sequel. AB, if you like it, you're welcome to put it on your Web site.
When we last left our hero, he was handcuffed spread-eagle to a bed in a cheap motel room, with 2-hour epoxy drying relentlessly inside the lock to his chastity belt as he struggled to carefully reel in the handcuff key and set himself free before he was sealed in, forever!
He closed his eyes and started to apply tension to the key.
He tried to push the key a tiny bit more
He felt his heart go flip-flop a few times before the gooey mechanism allowed him to pull the hasp open. "Ahh, I'm free! What a relief!" he said out loud. The prospect of spending the rest of his life inside the belt was just too scary. He wasn't even sure if it would have been possible, he'd always been let out every other week to clean it. "I don't even want to think about it" he said shakily.
Fingers trembling he unscrewed the main bolt, and with great relief threw the lock and bolt into the trash can beside the bed. He flopped back into the bed and just concentrated on calming himself down a little bit. The adrenaline was still singing in his veins, and now he was shaky.
The trembling of his fingers made it a bit difficult to unlock the other three handcuffs, but finally he managed it. Sitting shakily on the side of the bed he eyed the handcuffs hanging open from the corners of the bed, and felt his cock starting to get aroused at the sight. At the first bite of the spikes inside the tube he grunted softly and concentrated intently on relaxing. Having worn this belt for the better part of a year, it was a ritual he had practiced often, and was good at. As he calmed down he marveled at his body. "I seem to start getting hard as often now as before I ever saw this darn chastity belt, it hasn't cooled my libido one bit. And I don't have any trouble getting hard on those rare times she lets me out to relieve myself. But if I don't catch those hard-ons fast, oh boy does it hurt! I really love being controlled by her, but I wish she hadn't added those teeth. They really hurt, and that makes me think of her, constantly!" Having said that, he had to steer his thoughts to safer grounds.
When the danger was past, he looked up with a start. "Hey, I don't have to put up with this any more, I'm unlocked, and she's gone." His heart fell. "She left me. Said good-bye forever. God I'm going to miss her!" He sat there for a few minutes, feeling sorry for himself. Thinking about what he had lost soon got him another round of cautioning prickles on his cock, and that energized him again. "But the fact of the matter is, I don't have to wear this thing any more. I'm going to take it off and have a nice hot shower."
He looked around the room for the special metric hex-tool he needed to remove the two bolts holding together his Goethals chastity belt. "She always had it handy for me when she was letting me out for relief" he said plaintively as he looked around the empty room. "Of course she wouldn't leave it behind for you, you idiot, she's mad at you!" he said, cursing to himself. "Oh well, it's a standard tool, you can get another one at the hardware store, and then you'll be free. If you hurry up you'll still get there before they close." He turned to look at the glowing digits of the alarm clock. "9:43? Damn, everything is already closed! I'll have to wait until tomorrow!" Grumbling loudly to himself, he muttered "Oh well, I guess one more night in this belt isn't going to kill me. Even if I haven't been let out in 'way too long, this certainly won't be the first time I've slept frustrated. Damn damn damn."
He headed into the bathroom and took that long hot shower he had been thinking of, and it made his body feel a whole lot better. His conscience was feeling progressively more guilty for what he had done, and what he had lost because of it. Out of long habit he shaved off the days' growth from his entire body, and carefully washed the belt, just as she had taught him to do. The shiny belt made him think of her, and of all the good times they had shared together. "I just can't believe that it's all over, just like that" he kept saying to himself, heartbroken.
When he was all dried off he was tired and didn't feel like driving home, so he turned off all but the bedside lamp and climbed into bed. He tossed and turned for a while, but it just didn't feel right. Making sure that he'd put the handcuff key on the bedside table, he carefully fastened his left ankle to the bed with one of the ankle cuffs. "That feels better" he mumbled sleepily to himself, fondly recalling the first time that she had invited him to spend the night with her. "You must always sleep manacled to the bed" he vividly recalled her pronouncement, "even when I'm not here. I won't allow a man to leave my bed without permission."
"It was many months before she first let me make love to her" he mused sleepily, "but there hasn't been a single night since then that I've slept free. I like feeling possessed by her." Then he remembered what he had lost, and started feeling sorry for himself again. On the verge of tears, he was slowly swallowed up by sleep.
Early in the morning he felt the call of nature, fumbled with the light, carefully unlocked himself, and went to the bathroom. It was just starting to get light outside and being a Sunday he wasn't in any hurry to get going, so he fastened himself back into bed and drifted into a dreamy half-sleep. He dreamed of her towering over him, wearing nothing but her black boots and a smile. When his erection hit he squirmed and groaned in agony from the teeth, but as this was a daily occurrence for him he didn't completely wake up, and in his dream she just stood over him and smiled, enjoying his frustration. "Please Mistress, please let me out so I can make love to you. Please???" He begged over and over again, to no avail. It had always been like this, it was part of her game with him.
"You know from our schedule you're not going to be let out until at least next weekend" she taunted him.
He hung his head and tried another tack. "Please Mistress, please may I pleasure you with my tongue?" he begged. "I want you to be happy."
"Happy?" the dream figure asked him. "After having cheated and lied to me, you expect me to be happy with you? And now that you've got that lock off I'll bet you're going to be wanking away in no time. If you had any respect for your promises to me you'd at least finish out this last interval in the belt before throwing away everything you and I had built together. Will you do that for me? One last time? Will you promise?"
He was so madly in love with her, so far under her spell, that his half sleeping mind promised her that he'd do it gladly, for her.
"After what you've done I'm not sure your promise means much. You won't forget it, now will you?" she said, her hurt plain to see.
"No Ma'am!" he swore sincerely, "I won't forget. I promise, I'll wait until next weekend."
She smiled a little through her tears, and motioned for him to start licking her crotch, but as he shifted position the noise of a passing truck awoke him, and she was gone.
As he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes he felt distinctly uneasy as he replayed in his mind the wispy fragments of his dream. "Clearly I promised her something, the question is, is a promise made in a dream really a promise?" His sluggish mind turned this question over for a while. "Damn, she's the only woman I dream of, and now she's gone. Where am I ever going to meet another woman like her?" His heart ached. "This whole stupid mess is my fault, because I couldn't keep my promise. But I _can_ keep my promises, I'll show her! Maybe if I prove to her that I really can do it, she'll take me back. Maybe..." Then he ran out of steam. "Darn, it was just a dream, she won't even know."
He got up, got a drink of water, sat on the bed again. "But I'll know. Sigh. And to think that she'd just started hinting about wanting a more committed relationship, about having me move in with her. How could I have just thrown all that away? If I prove to her that I can keep my promises, surely she'll take me back. She _has_ to!"
With that he made up his mind. "Sorry cock" he said wistfully, "you'll have to stay hidden for another week. But the good news is that you aren't sealed in there forever!" He couldn't help shivering in fright at how narrowly he had avoided that fate.
The shiver motivated him to get up out of bed and put on his clothes. He couldn't find them, turned on the light, and still couldn't find them. He searched all the drawers and all the corners of the closet, but found nothing but his shoes and socks, and the stuff that had been in his pockets.
"Oh God, she must really have been pissed to want to make this so incredibly difficult for me" he said sorrowfully. He got really glum. "Oh, I really wish I hadn't cheated on our arrangement. Oh, even more, I wish she hadn't given me the _chance_ to cheat. I never really needed that key, she just gave it to me to torment me." He moped around the room for a while, then flung himself down in the chair. "What am I saying? She gave me the emergency key because she cared about me, because she wanted me to be safe. The fault is mine, not hers. And now I'm naked and alone and trapped here."
After staring at the wall for a while he recalled a television commercial about ordering clothes from a hotel room on a credit card, so he went over to his wallet to get one. "Damn damn damn!" He swore angrily when he found that all the cash was gone from his wallet, and every one of his credit cards had been cut neatly in half, on some the right half was missing, on others, the left half. "I only have half the damn numbers!" His heart really started to sink. "At least she didn't mess with my driver's license" he said, feeling very defeated and unsure of what to do.
Gloomily he mumbled "I guess I can call the 800 numbers to get new cards", but when he looked at the backs he realized that she had taken the halves with the emergency numbers on them! He slumped down into the chair in defeat. "She is so darn thorough when it comes to making me helpless" he sighed, feeling some hints of admiration at what she had concocted. He had to squirm and groan as he battled down the erection which that line of thinking inspired. Once he had himself under control again he picked up the telephone and called her number. He got her machine, and enjoyed hearing her voice even though it was just from the tape.
At the tone he began to speak softly but earnestly. "Mistress, you have defeated me. I got the lock off, but I'm still in the belt, and I'm trapped in the room. I'm terribly sorry for what I did, and you were right to be angry. It won't happen ever again, I promise. I've learned my lesson. I won't ever cheat on your rules again. It might even be better if you didn't let me have an emergency key any more. I can't live without you, my heart just can't stand being apart from you. I'll do anything you want Mistress, if only you'll please please please take me back. Your loving slave. Bye."
He moped around the room for a while, then at the first pangs of hunger started to pull himself together. "Hmmm, this motel doesn't have room service, eating is going to be a problem. No clothes and no money, I'm just going to have to wrap myself in a towel and drive home. That will have to wait until well after dark. It's going to be a bit risky, but I should be just fine. I'll be awfully hungry, but I'll get out of this OK." He glanced at the clock. "Drat, more than sixteen hours to go! This is going to get boring. Good thing the room is on my credit card, no need to go check out in person. Or I can come back and take care of things after I get some clothes."
He lounged around for a while, watched some TV. When housekeeping knocked on his door he sent them away, then went back to bed for a nap, trying to ignore his growing hunger by drinking lots of water first.
He was aroused from his nap by a forceful knock on the door. Hopeful that perhaps she had returned for him he grabbed a towel and raced to the door and looked out the peephole. It wasn't her, but he had to work hard to keep his cock under control. What he saw was a tall strong black woman, wearing a skin-tight red latex body-suit, peeking out from underneath a black velvet cape. He saw her reach up to knock again. "Open up in there you cheating worm" she said loudly, "I know you're in there." He had never seen the woman before, and wasn't sure what to do. "I have a message for you" she said in her loud forceful voice. That convinced him, and he wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the door.
She pushed right past him, slammed the door shut, then held up a hand holding a big red ball-gag and pushed it towards his face. "Don't say a word, slave. You know what this is, put it in. Now!"
His Mistress had insisted that whenever anyone addressed him as "slave" that he obey them, as long as it didn't contradict anything she had told him. Triggered by that word and her tremendous sense of presence in the room, he obeyed quickly and without resistance.
"Present!" she commanded, and he stood up as he had been taught, fingers laced behind head, legs shoulder width apart. She touched him lightly, inspecting him carefully, thoroughly, paying no heed to his groans of discomfort when her touch happened to arouse him. When she was through she seated herself in the one comfortable chair in the room and stretched out her long boot-encased legs. Pointing to a spot just past where here boots rested on the floor she commanded "Kneel, slave!"
He moved gracefully to stand before her, then knelt. He wondered whether she expected to have her boots kissed automatically.
"Don't even think about touching those boots, boy. You're on the shit list as it is, don't make things any worse for yourself" she said, startling him.
"Damn, who _is_ she?" he wondered to himself, holding his body motionless. He was filled with a strange irrational hope that somehow the presence of this woman meant that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to get back the love of his life.
"It doesn't matter who I am" she said unexpectedly, startling him again with her awareness of what he was thinking. "What matters is that you've been a very bad slave, and you've hurt your Mistress deeply. You know that, don't you?"
Gagged, all he could do was nod sorrowfully, and hang his head in shame.
"She always spoke highly of you to me. You were her favorite slave. She had big plans for you, y'know. She once confided in me that you might even be husband material, if you put your mind to it. And now you've thrown that all away. You've lost your honor, y'know."
He felt a strange mixture of elation at hearing proof that she really care for him as much as it had seemed, and sorrow at having screwed it up. He sadly nodded his agreement. If only there was something he could do to make it up to her! But he was familiar with being gagged, and knew that he couldn't volunteer anything, only answer the choices which he was being given. He hoped that she was going to offer him a choice for forgiveness!
"Do you love her?" she asked softly.
He nodded yes, vigorously.
"Do you still want to serve her, to be with her?"
Of course, he thought to himself. He nodded again, trying to convey his eagerness.
"When she called me from Athens she was still pretty upset with you. I don't think it's going to be easy to win her back. Are you willing to try?"
Yes yes, of course he wanted to scream. Instead, he noded enthusiastically and tried to smile around the gag.
She nodded. "I see that you managed to outrace the glue, and now you're unlocked. That isn't at all proper. Bring me the lock and the bolt, at once."
He hastily got up and went to the trash can, retrieved the two pieces from within, and knelt down again before her, kissed them, and reached up to place them in her outstretched hand. She inspected the lock. "Yep, this one is glued tight. Lucky for you that you were quick." She handed him back the locking bolt, and then gave him a new padlock from a pocket in her cape. "Put this on, but don't close it. Listen carefully, then answer by closing the lock, or removing it."
She watched him screw the bolt in, then took a deep breath. "Your Mistress feels you need to be punished before she'll take you back. Three months without orgasms, plus I get to beat your ass. That's going to be rough, let me tell you. What is your answer?"
While that was much longer than he'd ever gone before, he was relieved that she hadn't demanded a year, or even longer. Before he could think about it too much, he squeezed the lock closed. Snap! And the deed was done. He felt joyful, knowing that she had gotten his message, than he stood a chance of getting her back.
"Good boy!" she said approvingly. "Now lie face down on the bed." She fastened him spread-eagle with the still-dangling handcuffs, then un-buckled her wide belt and started limbering up. "Sugar buns, I don't have the key, and you certainly never will. Your Mistress isn't going to be back until week after next. And between now and then I'm going to make sure your ass stays black and blue. I don't like looking at white asses, no color." And with that she landed her first searing stroke across his ass. He yelled into the gag, for it really hurt, but deep down inside he knew that he'd be able to take whatever she was going to dish out, because it meant getting his Mistress back. He'd do anything for that.
He was a very subdued and sniffling slaveboy when she unlocked him and gave him a trench-coat to wear. He could hardly sit down for any of the drive back to his home, but while his body creaked and ached, his heart sang with joy. "She's going to take me back, she's going to take me back!" His cock whimpered a bit at just how high the price was going to be, though. "I'll never sneak out, ever again" he swore to himself, eagerly looking forward to the day that she'd return home from her trip. "I wonder what kind of special welcome I can plan for her...."
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