He's my ex now.
We used to love each other but the love faded. It was me who suggested we make the break. It was calm. No dramatics. A gentle and sad discussion. We hugged and I gathered my belongings from his flat and left. I went to stay with my parents.
A few days later I text him. Asked him how he was. No reply.
Again a few days later. No reply.
After a week I needed an answer. I waited outside his building for him to return from work. When he saw me, he smiled and asked how I was. I asked could I come in but he said it was best not to.
"Could you....?" I asked, casting my eyes downward.
"What?"
"You know... you have the key" I whispered. My cheeks blushing at the admission now that our dynamic was so different.
"Oh your belt" he smirked. "Yes I have the key to it inside."
The silence lingered and my heart stuttered with hesitation.
"What? You want me to unlock you?"
I smirked but was met only with a straight face. "Come on Ryan..."
He placed his finger over my lips and I stopped in surprise. "Thing is..." he said. "We aren't lovers any more. But we didn't talk about who owns the little cock between your legs. I didn't see any change there. Did you?"
I didn't know what to say. He couldn't be serious. We'd always played with power dynamics and it'd been horny. I loved being frustrated and the mindfucks of him locking my dick up. We'd invested in a serious metal device that locked securely around my waist and kept my dick locked out of sight. He let me out a few times a week and it was great. I cum long and hard as a result. I genuinely hadn't thought it would be an issue after our break up. I hadn't mentioned it on the day as it didn't fit the mood. But I had no access to my dick now and hadn't had it for over a week.
"Look I'm a bit busy right now," he smirked. "I will let you know when's a good time to come round.". I started to protest vehemently but he placed his finger again over my lips. The power dynamic was still there on some crazy level.
"That is unless you want me to drop it round to Alice and John tomorrow when you are at work? I can let them know what it's for..." he stated, smiling in mock questioning. He knew full well that there was no way I would want my very prudish parents to know I was locked in chastity.
I shook my head in defeat. How could he do this?
"No. Maybe not a good idea. I'll tell you what. You trot back home and wait for me to contact you. I'll let you know the next step".
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My locked dick throbbed in its cage for the next three weeks. No erection. No access. No hope of release. I checked my phone constantly. Waiting for a text that never came. My mind fluttered between anger and frustration and tears of humiliation.
Finally the text came.
"Sorry been busy. Hope you haven't had to suffer too much. I have thought about you when I have been playing with mine. Anyway, we can discuss how this will work going forward now. You free to come around tomorrow evening?"
I stared at the message in confusion and concern.
"Yeah, great. What time?"
"Make it 7. When you come in, get stripped down just to your belt only. Leave your clothes at the door. Come and kneel in front of me and we can talk about our new dynamic moving forward."
I stared long and hard at his reply. He couldn't be serious.
A second message appeared. "Oh and don't forget I am no longer Ryan and no longer your boyfriend. If you ever want to cum again you'd be wise to remember my new name. Sir or Master. Both are fine. I am really looking forward to becoming the keyholder to that dick boy."
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