8 comments/ 21708 views/ 6 favorites The Key Pt. 01-03 By: WantABWriter Part One Brenda stood on the back porch of her neighbor's home. She was looking in the window at Paul. He seemed to be crying. Brenda held an envelope in her hand and that was the reason for her visit that Saturday afternoon. She was debating on leaving to return later. Paul seemed so distraught she imagined he had just learned of some great tragedy, such as the death of a close relative. Thinking her inquiry could wait Brenda turned to leave. As she did Paul became aware of her presents by some means. Perhaps it was the shadow she cast or he caught her image in his peripheral vision, but either way he had seen her. Paul stood and with an embarrassed smile wiped the tears from his eyes. He hesitated a moment before he stepped to the door. Opening it Brenda took a good look at her neighbor. Paul had moved in 3 year earlier. Brenda was happy to have a better neighbor in Paul than the previous couple. They had loud fight and even louder parties. Paul had been quiet and kept his place up well. And Brenda had found him to be handy with minor repairs. Although she hated to ask for a favor, on several occasions Paul had helped her in desperate times. The last instance was on a Sunday when the outlet plug in her home office had failed. Without electricity her computer was useless. She debated on buying a long heavy extension cord, But Paul was closer then the store and she was pressed for time. Paul had a spare receptacle and completed the repair in 10 minutes. Brenda had noted he seemed nervous with her standing looking over his shoulder, so she went to make some iced tea. Paul had accepted a glass of tea but would not take money. He drank he tea quickly and left. Afterwards Brenda quickly finished the work assignment, allowing her to be ready for Monday. Feeling she should do something, Brenda baked a batch of cookies and took them over to Paul later that night. Now she stood facing Paul. He was just an inch taller than her at 5' 9". He had a slender body but not skinny. He had dark hair and brown eyes. He was not handsome or ugly, just average or plain perhaps. He wore a pair of shorts and a pull over knit short sleeved shirt. On his feet were rubber sandals. "Have I come at a bad time Paul?" Brenda asked. "No, I guess it's time. I've been expecting you. I guess you tell I have some reservations and a lot of anxiety." "Really, why were you expecting me?" Brenda asked. Paul looked at her hand. Brenda remembered the envelope. "Oh, but...why? What is the key? Why were you crying?" Brenda asked in a stunned voice. "Please come in. I guess I have a lot of explain to do. If you want I will open some wine. I know I can use some." Paul offered. Brenda was at a loss. She didn't fear Paul and felt in no danger, but the situation was strange. She was curious however and decided to see what Paul had to say. Thinking it would not hurt on a Saturday afternoon Brenda accepted the offer of wine. Paul opened the wine and with two glasses in hand led Brenda to the living room. With the front door in sight she felt no more ill at ease then in the kitchen. Serving Brenda first Paul asked if he could get something before he began. Brenda sipped her wine and agreed. Paul returned with a small wooden box and placed it on the coffee table. Brenda looked at it but didn't ask its contents or reach for it. Paul refilled Brenda's glass then served himself. He lifted the glass and drained it with one gulp. All Brenda could do was watch and wonder what would happen next. She was truly surprised. "Brenda I am so ashamed and humiliated, but I must confess. I must then tell you the reason for the key I mailed you yesterday." Brenda nodded indicating Paul should proceed. Paul took a deep breath. "I'm guilty of theft. I stole for you." That statement startled Brenda. She had missed nothing of value. Was Paul saying he had stolen her identity? Had he taken a check or a credit card? That raced thru her mind as she remained still on the sofa. Paul must have read her mind. "I haven't stolen any money or...anything of great value. I just stole these." He opened the box. Lifting the box with a red face Paul handed it to Brenda. Brenda sat her glass down on the coffee table and took the box. Looking she saw a pair of black lacy panties. It took a moment for her to realize they were hers. Lifting them out she saw they were soiled. She blushed but had a strange tingle in her sex. Here she was handling a pair of her dirty panties in front of a man that had taken them. And there was more inside the box. One pair of clean panties. Those were a cotton utility pair. Under the cloth was an unused tampon. She blushed even though it was in the package; she knew its intended use. A tube of lipstick was the next item she noted. Well at least Paul thought of that part of her too. There was a pair of her cheap earrings in the box along with a photo of her. The photo was a candid shot of Brenda working in her back flower bed. It was not a demeaning or flattering photo, but she wondered why Paul had taken it. The last two things in the box were a small folded sheet of paper and an envelope. Brenda looked at an anxious Paul. He had almost a fear written across his face. He didn't speak and Paul couldn't hold eye contact when Brenda looked his way. Unfolding the paper she saw a set of lip prints. She felt they too were hers. When was the last time she had blotted her lips. It took a moment but she remembered. It was months ago, just before she went to her office Christmas party. The envelope held $500.00 dollars. Brenda looked at Paul. "I believe you own me an explanation Paul. Why do you have these things of mine and why is there money in this envelope. I know that is not mine, for I never keep near that much cash in the house." "Brenda I am so sorry I took your things. But you are wrong the money is yours. I want you to have it to pay for what I stole." "Paul what you took was of little value but it was an invasion of my privacy. The cash value is less $30.00 but it is how you took them. I feel violated knowing you have these things. And how did you get them? Did you break into my home?" Brenda said with a hint of anger. "No, I couldn't do that. I took the black panties when I repaired the electrical outlet. I collected the lips stick when I unclogged your bathroom sink. The earrings I got when you needed the kitchen light hung. The clean panties came when I cleaned your dryer vent and I found the lipstick print when your trash can blew over. I set it up right and picked up the litter." Brenda raised her eyebrows, "And the tampon?" Tears came to Paul's eyes, "When I unclogged your bathroom sink. Same time I took the lipstick. Had to move them to get to the trap. I knew where it was intended." "What does that mean!" Brenda demanded. Paul looked at the floor. "It was for...for...for your sex. I was when you...your time of the...when you needed," he stammered. Brenda sighed and felt her anger drain. She looked at the man before her and saw only a naughty little boy caught exploring his sexual needs. She also felt complimented that Paul thought of her in a sexual way. She had never thought of him that light. He was nice enough but just never seemed interested in her. And with him just across the fence Brenda thought it best not to risk entanglements. Now she was beginning to wonder. She was older then Paul she thought, herself being 45. She had not taken as good of care of herself as she could have, resulting in several unwanted pounds. She had 36 C breasts with a 30" waist. Her hips were where she carried some of her extra pounds at 38". Brenda's hair was another matter. She kept it colored and highlighted. No one, not even her hair dresser knew for sure what her true color was. She knew she was not unattractive for her age, but she felt the single men at her office were more attracted to younger women. "Now that I see what you have taken, what is this key for? But I am almost afraid to ask." Paul hung his head again. "It is for my cage. I needed to...to be locked up...so that I can...won't..." Brenda was getting aggravated again. "Make some sense man! What is the key for?" Paul didn't look up he just mumbled, "My cock cage." "Your what?" Brenda exclaimed! Paul looked at her for the first time in several minutes. He took a deep breath and with his shoulders back repeated, "My cock cage." When Brenda just looked at him in silence he added. "It is a chastity device that keeps me from...from...doing what I shouldn't." Brenda shook her head, "What you shouldn't?" Paul turned as red as a beet. "Yes, I bought it to keep my hands off my cock." "Why do you need to do that? How do you pee?" "Peeing isn't a problem. It's what I had to do was keep from passing my time by...handling myself." It hit Brenda. Paul, a mature man had used the things he took from her home as aids to masturbation. He had used her panties to get off! And what was he thinking when he looked at the lipstick or the tampon? "You play with yourself? I mean you use my things for stimulation when you play with yourself?" Paul just hung his head and mumbled, "Yes". "Paul I want the full truth. I see one photo in this box. Do you have more of me?" "Yes," he said. "Get them no, and I mean all you have. I had better not find you have slipped over and taken photos of me naked or anything like that. Because if you did, I will file a complaint!" "Oh no Brenda I wouldn't do anything like that." "Prove it mister!" Paul turned to leave. Brenda got up and followed. She wanted to make sure he didn't try and hide some he might not want to see. If it hadn't been for her concern about the photos Brenda might have had been less at ease in Paul's bedroom. When he took a box from his dresser, Brenda quickly relieved him of it and headed back to the living room. On the sofa she opened the container and was amazed at all the photos he had of her. They were all candid shots, but still it caused a mixture of violated privacy and flattery. But was Paul some demented stalker? Looking at all the photos Brenda was satisfied Paul had not done anything all that bad, but still she wanted him to know she didn't approve. "What do you use these photos for?" "I just like to look at you. I'm sorry Brenda but...I know I shouldn't have but...I am so sorry." "Paul you haven't answered my question. What did you do with all these photos and with this!" Brenda demanded as she held up her black panties. At that moment she was a little embarrassed for they looked big enough to cover the sofa. "I...I would use them when I...when I...when I touched myself." "What you mean is when you masturbated! You beat off! You wanked with my clothes and photos! You are a pervert! And now I know it. And you are living next door to me! I think I'll have an alarm system installed and add more locks. I don't want you coming over in the middle of the night. Who know what you might do!" Paul began to sob. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. I just liked thinking about you that's all." "You did more than think mister!" Paul didn't respond. "Now what is this about a cage? You have to be locked in a cage to protect me?" "No, I just locked the cage on to stop my habit. I still think about you but I can't do anything about it." "Well show me the cage. I think you need to be locked up right now!" Paul began to unfasten his belt. Brenda didn't stop him not knowing what was really going on. When he lowered his pants then his undershorts Brenda saw it. His manhood was inside a wire cage. And from the looks of it Paul's winkie was trying to break free. Paul wouldn't look up as he stood exposed before Brenda in his living room. His hands let go of his clothing letting them fall to his ankles. As Brenda watched a small amount of precum drifted off the head of his cock, leaving a thin spider web like thread behind. Brenda became aware of her own sex. She was moist and excited in a way she had not felt before. Watching Paul she asked, "The key in this envelope is for the lock on that...cage did you call it?" "Yes ma'am," Paul replied. "Why did you mail it to me?" she demanded. "To hold for me so that I won't." Brenda was silent for a minute. She remembered seeing something about a man wanting a woman to be a key holder for him. Was that what Paul wanted? And how did she feel about it? In truth she didn't know. But she was not disgusted by it. She was a woman with needs too. Brenda could last about three months taking care of herself before she needed a real man in her bed. Soon after the sex she was ready to be rid of the partner. To ensure that men would be willing, she had allowed them to spend the night. But the second and third sexual encounters were not at all thrilling for her. It was not that she didn't like it, more that she had had her urge satisfied and realized she was just using the man. "Paul what you have done was not right! And I think you do need someone to help you, but how do I know there aren't more keys to that lock?" "I have another, but it is just in case of emergency." "Oh really, and when will you have your first emergency?" Paul was puzzled. "What I mean is how will I know you don't unlock and take care of business on a regular basis?" Paul turned and waddled to the shelf above the TV. It was not the way he wanted to walk, but all he could do with his shorts around his ankles. He picked up a small simple glass canister. As he was moving away Brenda did see Paul had a cute ass. He made his way back and handed the jar to Brenda. As he did he was much closer to her than he had been when he first exposed his cage. She examined it more closely. There was a larger ring set against the base of Paul's pubic bone and seemed to be behind his balls. The cage pulled up to a tab sticking from the ring that extended thru the wire cage. The lock was on the end of the tab and secured the cage in place Brenda then looked at the canister. In the bottom of the jar was a key about the same size as the one in her envelope. "And this is where you keep the extra key. You won't have much trouble getting to it," she said as she started to remove the glass lid. It wouldn't budge. Paul explained he had glued the lid on with super glue. The only way to get to the key would be to break the jar. "This is a cheap jar, you could have a dozen!" Brenda snapped. Paul ducked his head and promised that was the only one. Brenda felt the need to get home. She would never admit it but she need to relieve herself badly. Thinking on how to make her exit she looked at Paul. "Paul I understand your request now. If you are sincere you will have to prove it!" Paul gave a look that said he was more than willing. "Fine, here is what you have to do. First you will go to a jewelry store and purchase a nice heavy gold chain 36" long. You will then go to Serendipity and purchase an expensive crystal jar for your spare key. I will expect you to purchase one of a kind that will cost over $150.00. You will bring the receipt." Brenda waited when Paul didn't comment she went on. "You will report to my home this evening with the box of my things, the $500.00 in the envelope, all the photos of me you have ever taken of me and the two items you purchased. You will also need the spare key and more super glue. If you are there at 7 tonight, exactly 7, we will discuss what other things you must do!" Brenda didn't wait for a reply, she just stood and left. Part Two Brenda went home with some strange thoughts filling her mind. She went directly to her bedroom and shut the door. She needed to know more about what Paul was seeking but first she needed to feel some sexual release. She couldn't resist and quickly stripped. Laying on the bed Brenda reached into the bedside table to retrieved one of her two vibrators. With the humming sound and the feel of the plastic on her pussy Brenda worked her way to a great orgasm. When she came down Brenda was amazed at how strong the climax was and how wet she was. The talk with Paul had excited her more than she has realized. When she had recovered Brenda got up from her bed. She looked at the drapes and shades. One shade lacked about 1" of being all the way down. And it was on the window that had the best view of the bed. Brenda shivered thinking someone might have been able to watch her wanton display. She made a note to be more aware of the window treatment in her bedroom. Brenda felt a little ashamed of her actions and wondered why she had acted so foolishly. But she knew, she was a normal woman with sexual needs. It had been a while since she had allowed a man in her bed. She had divorced some 10 years earlier. The man she married had either fooled her for 5 years or he had changed drastically. Either way Brenda didn't wish to be put in that position again. That is why she would hold out as long as she could before allowing some horny male into her bed. Too many times they filled her then rolled off and began to snore. But in reality the contact with a man did have the reward of that special feeling. That one quick invasion by a male member added more than any inanimate phallic that she herself could insert. But after the coupling she just wanted them to leave. It made the action of quickly falling asleep on the man's part a blessing in a way. Brenda decided to use her time to explore the subject of male chastity. As is the norm of our time the world wide web had a wealth of information, suggestions, advice and testimonials. Armed with what she had learned Brenda began planning her first steps into this new world. It was a little uncomfortable, for she had always felt people like 'that' were not really normal. But she smiled and remembered she thought that same way before she had purchased her first vibrator. Her habit of self gratification was no longer any problem; Brenda now accepted that sexual need as normal. She realized that some women with a proper sex life might not need to do 'it'. But when a woman is divorced and lives alone, her needs must be addressed. With a smile and confidence Brenda decided to see just where this path would lead. She got up from her computer at 6 that evening and drew a hot bubble bath. Soaking in the warm water she thought of what she would demand at 7 if Paul arrived. And if Paul had followed her instructions completely or at least made an honest effort. Brenda realized she wanted Paul to obey her commands. Brenda dressed in a push up bra that was covered by a light white blouse. She left the top buttons open to show her cleavage. She put on a pair of sheer panties that made her feel sexy. She debated on panty hose but felt that was too much. Before Brenda put on a pair of shorts she felt her sex moisten. To hid that fact and to keep Paul from knowing how excited she was, Brenda added a panty liner. Brenda had picked a tight pair of yellow shorts to wear. They were just a tad small and she would never wear them in public. But at that moment they made her feel naughty and sexy. On her feet she wore sandals. Paul had been busy. He was afraid of what might happen at 7 that evening. Brenda had left quickly. Was she angry and had reservations? Was she planning on having others there to witness his perverted sexual desires? If so Paul thought he would have no option other than to move away. But the thoughts Brenda might be interested gave him hope enough to do as she had instructed. He did purchase a nice gold chain. It was not heavy but of a good quality. The jeweler had suggested that a heavy chain might look out of place on a female. At Serendipity he purchased a small crystal vase with a lid. Its cost was almost $200.00. He placed the receipt and the super glue inside to carry with him. The shopping spree had its effect on Paul. He felt the wetness on his member as it tried to break free from its confinement. Fearing that a spot would appear on his shorts made Paul stop at a pharmacy where he purchased a box of condoms. In the privacy of a restroom at the mall Paul encased his cage clad manhood in latex. He was still nervous but that part of his fear was under control. The Key Pt. 01-03 At home as he watched the clock tick toward 7 Paul went to remove the condom and pee. He was shocked to see the amount of discharge that had been collected. After doing his business Paul wiped himself as clean as he could under the circumstances. He found that soon after the tip was wiped clean it would have more of the clear liquid appear. To be on the safe side he used a second condom. Brenda was a little nervous too. She had made herself a stiff drink as she waited. What if Paul didn't come, but then what if he did? Brenda had been in such deep thought she had failed to see the minute hand on the clock point to 12. When the door bell rang it startled her back to the moment. Walking to the door Brenda felt her pulse quicken. But she reminded herself that it might not be Paul. The trip to the door was filled with anxious anticipation. Reaching for the knob she realized it was the moment of truth so to speak. As the door swung open she saw Paul standing there. At that moment Brenda realized that is what she really wanted. She wanted to control Paul's sex, at least for a while. "Paul how nice to see you. Won't you come in?" Brenda said with a smile as she stepped back to allow him to enter. "Please come into the living room. Can I get you a drink?" Paul's mouth was dry and the thoughts of some liquid courage was inviting. "Yes I would like a drink." "What'll you have?" Brenda asked again with a smile. The smile on Brenda was from the moisture she felt in her sex. Paul read it a little different and thought it a little wicked or cruel. He wanted to bolt for the door feeling all the neighbors were in the living room so that Brenda could expose him as pervert. Paul's heart skipped a beat when he stepped in and saw no one, and when moments later no one jumped out to scream 'surprise you degenerate pervert'. Brenda offer Paul a seat then mixed his drink. Taking her place on the sofa facing him she said 'cheers' as she took a sip of her drink. After a moment of looking at Paul she felt it was now or never. "Paul did you do as I instructed?" "Yes Brenda, do you want to see?" "Yes that would be appropriate at this point." "First Brenda here is..." Paul was stopped by Brenda raising her hand. "Paul you will never refer to me by my first name. I will be ma'am or Miss Sutton to you." Brenda tried to put authority in her voice as she spoke. "Yes ma'am, Miss Sutton. As I was saying I purchased you a chain in the length you requested. I bought a delicate link design thinking it would more appropriate on your beautiful neck." Brenda smiled. She was enjoying her new found position of authority. "I see, do you wish to show me or will I remain in the dark as to your selection." "I'm sorry ma'am. Here it is," Paul said as he held out a jewelry case. Brenda took the case and opened it. It truly was a pretty chain. Looking back at Paul she smiled, "I think I approve of your selection. Now if you wish me to take care of the key, you will put the key on the chain. I will also require you to place it around my neck as a gesture of your sincerity." Paul quickly complied. Brenda turned on the sofa to allow Paul to fasten the clasp behind her neck. She turned back to face Paul. Brenda made a show of placing the key and letting it disappear between her breasts. "Now what else do you have for me?" she questioned. "Ma'am I have a new crystal container. Do you wish to see it?" "Yes and I want to see the receipt too!" Paul provided the container. Brenda was satisfied. "Did you bring the other key?" Quickly the glass jar was produced. "Come with me to the kitchen," Brenda said as she stood and led the way. Paul followed. In the kitchen he was made to break the glass in a waste basket and retrieve the second key. Moments later that key was in the crystal vase and sealed with glue. Back in the living room Brenda made Paul place all the things he had collected on the coffee table along with the $500.00. Satisfied with his adherence to her demands Brenda smiled. "I have thought about what you wish me to do. I'm willing if you will follow my direction in the future as well as you have today." "Thank you ma'am, Miss Sutton. I'll do anything you command!" Paul stammered. "Careful there Paul, you don't want to make a promise you can't keep," Brenda cautioned. Paul blushed and realized that no matter his needs and desires there were some limits he would not exceed. He thought that but didn't say it. "I have done some research and think I understand your desire. I will however need your confirmation. You will have to go home this evening and prepare a long explicit e-mail with all your deepest desires, your fantasies and the things you will not do. I need them to see how I wish to proceed. Be assured that it will be my way and not yours should I decide to keep this key." "Yes ma'am," Paul replied feeling warm fluid gather in the condom. "Then I have some other things for you to do. If you agree I will continue." "Oh I agree ma'am" Brenda smiled, "I think you misunderstood. You can't agree before you hear them." Paul blushed bright red. "Now tomorrow is Sunday, but home improvement centers are open. You will get up early tomorrow morning and build a gate in the fence between our properties. I want you to make sure it has provisions for a lock on my side. Your side must never be bared for me!" "Yes ma'am" "I want this gate so I don't have to go into public to use your pool. You understand I will use your pool anytime I wish." "Miss Sutton, that will not be a problem." "It might be because you haven't heard all of it yet. When I am the pool you will not be allowed in without permission. In fact you will have to ask me for permission before you ever swim." Paul nodded. Brenda was not satisfied. "I want to hear you say the words." "Yes ma'am, I will never swim in my own pool without your permission." Brenda smiled this was better then she had dreamed. But then she realized Paul might tire quickly of his fantasy. But then again she might be the one to become bored with the duty. "And after the gate in installed you will go to the mall and purchase me a new bathing suit. I will allow you to pick it out. I will require a matching wrap. I will be curious to see what you wish me to wear." "Yes ma'am a new bathing suit. But will you tell me your size? I don't know much about women's clothing sizes," Paul blushed. When that was settled Brenda thought it was time for Paul to stand inspection. Making him stand before her and drop his pants she got good look at him. "What's on your cage Paul?" Paul stammered, "I put a condom on to...to keep...catch what...keep from making a spot." Brenda smiled for she understood more than she wanted him to know. "I see, now I understand that your pubic hair might get in the way of your cage. Tonight you can go get some hair remover and clean yourself up. I want no hair at all anywhere near your cage." "Yes ma'am and I'll do that right after I leave." Brenda was feeling wicked. "One more thing, since you have performed so well I think you're due a reward." Paul smiled. He had no idea what it might but he hoped it would be a little relief. Brenda stood and led the way to her laundry room. Paul was a little puzzled. When they both were in the room she explained. "Paul since you like my dirty panties so much I think you deserve a pair. Sort thru and pick a pair to take with you." Paul was a little embarrassed but bent to find a pair. He couldn't help but take the black pair that showed stains on the crotch where they had been in contact her Brenda's sex. She smiled at his selection. "Now as I said you will take them home. But instead of them being in your pocket you will wear them!" Paul was stunned. He had never wanted to wear Brenda's panties just hold them knowing they had covered her sex. "Unless you want to wear them over your shorts you had best get naked Paul." Paul did but he was not at all comfortable. And when he pulled them up on his sex he felt like all his friends were watching." "You can take your underwear back home with you, because I sure don't want them." Paul sheepishly picked up his discarded undershorts. Without any further ado Brenda led Paul to her door and bid him goodnight. She did that because she was desperate for sexual relief herself. An hour later Brenda lay on her bed. She felt drained but not completely satisfied. She thought of how she might work to get that that special relief in the coming weeks. Part Three Sunday morning Brenda was awakened by the sounds of work in her back yard. It took her a minute to realize what it was. Getting up she peeked out her bedroom window. Sure enough there was Paul and he had cut an opening in the fence. As she watched that strange tingle was again felt in her sex. She wondered if Paul had sent the e-mail. She felt sure he had but she wanted to check. Finding she had mail Brenda settled in to read what Paul had written. Dear Miss Sutton. Ma'am as I was instructed I will do my best to describe my true and most wanted desires should you decide to hold my key. I must confess that I have had a deep desire for you since I moved into this house. It began with my thoughts that I could perhaps win your favor. But over time you never seemed to notice me. As a result I went into my own world of fantasy and found I spent too my time with myself in hand. It was affecting my job and my life. I found a site on line and purchased the cage I wear. I wanted to use that appliance to stop my constant desire to drain myself. It didn't work as I wished. You see I don't have enough will power to remain confined. Finally in desperation I mailed you one of the key, while I secured the other. I understand the consequences and should this not work out, I will relocate as quickly as I can. I chose you for two reasons. One is my infatuation with you and a deep desire to please you. Second and most important is your proximity,. With you next door I will never know when you might wish to check on my behavior. I would be pleased with your strict discipline, sufficient in severity to ensure I adhere to your rules. I understand that I will have to make myself available at any time that will not interfere with work or the appearance of normalcy. I do that to keep both you and me from suffering damage to our reputations in this neighborhood. I do not wish this private part of my life to be shared with any others at this point, making public exhibition unacceptable. Again that is for both of our protection. I do understand their might be some things I would prefer not to do but that is the price I will pay to you for your service. What I desire is to have you control my sex life and my manhood. You have the only available key and I can only be released by you. I want to be disciplined for my shortcomings when appropriate. I want to be tormented by you and teased, made to beg even to the point of tears. I want to desire you even more so I that I will continue to put your needs before mine. Yes your needs come before mine. I will service you sexually any way you desire. But it will only be you. I do not wish to be involved with others for my safety as well as yours. I understand you will be in a position of superiority and it will be more frustrating for me to have to serve you without relief. I will obey all your orders as I did last night and with this e-mail . I have continued to wear your soiled panties. I find it painfully arousing to know where that material that covers my cage has been. I will install the gate tomorrow and will give you free access to my pool. I will provide you a key to my home and my car should you desire so that you can check either at your whim. I will be ready for your inspection and have removed all my pubic hair as best I could while confined. I hope this has answered your question and will help you understand my desire for you to be my key holder. I will answer any question you might have as honestly as I can. I only ask you understand I am still learning. Paul Brenda read the note twice and was excited with the prospect. Paul was offering her a free hand. She smiled and thought this could be interesting. Brenda showered but she couldn't resist masturbating. It was not out of character totally, but she was not usually aroused after a night of play. Yes Paul's cage was having an effect on her too. Dressed in shorts and a blouse Brenda went out to see the progress on the gate. She had two cups of coffee as she approached a sweating Paul. "Want to take a break?" Paul looked up and was delighted to see her. "Yes ma'am, want to come sit on my patio?" Brenda handed a cup of coffee to Paul then followed him to the covered patio. There they took opposite seats at the glass table. Brenda crossed her legs and was happy to see Paul's eyes take it in. "How is the gate coming along?" "About half an hour and I'll be finished," Paul said over his coffee then quickly added "ma'am". "Paul you seem to be learning quickly. And I do like hearing you call me ma'am" "Yes ma'am and I have you a lock for your side of the gate. I believe you wanted that option." "And you will be finished in half an hour?" Brenda questioned over her coffee cup. "Yes ma'am Miss Sutton, I should be." Brenda smiled. In a soft voice she asked, "And what undies you wearing Paul?" Paul blushed, "The ones you gave me last night ma'am. I hope that's alright." "If you hadn't been I think I would have spanked you," Brenda smiled. Paul again turned dark red. "Sorry if I disappointed you Miss Sutton." Brenda felt a little randy. "Oh I'm not disappointed." Paul smiled and his eyes lit up. "But I'm sure I can find some reason to spank that bottom of yours before the day is over." Brenda said that as she held eye contact. If she read Paul correctly that only excited him more. She made a note to find something worthy of a light spanking, even if it was just her hand and one swat. "What are you going to do after the gate is complete Paul?" "I need to go to the mall. I have a swimsuit to purchase ma'am." "What do you think would be appropriate?" Brenda asked. "I was hopping a two piece would be your desire ma'am. And if I have my way it will be a bikini." Brenda smiled. "If it's too revealing I know you'll get a spanking." That thought excited her. She felt her sex soaked and wished she had worn a panty liner. She also decides if the suit was a two piece suite she would spank Paul. Brenda would use it as a test to see if Paul truly wanted discipline. Just before she left Brenda informed Paul she would expect keys to his house and car when he brought her the swimsuit. She walked away and headed home to wait. Brenda thought she might get a little more information on line. She was happy when she found many more resources. Before she felt information over load Brenda signed off. She stepped into the bathroom and stripped naked. She looked at herself in the full length mirror. She had let herself go a little and decided it was time for that to change. She would lose those extra pounds. Yes it was time to exercise. Then it hit her how she would do it. Without conscious thought her hand drifted to her sex. Soon she was fingering herself to a monstrous orgasm that left her knees weak. Out of breath Brenda leaned against the wall. What was coming over her? At 2 that Sunday evening Paul arrived with a package. Brenda took the bag and had Paul wait in the living room. Before she left she looked at him and asked, "Paul will my soiled panties be safe?" Paul blushed and quickly replied, "Yes ma'am Miss Sutton." Brenda opened the bag in the privacy of her bedroom. Inside waere a small two piece swimsuit with wrap and a key ring with several keys. The ring had a large numeral 1 on it with 'in control' engraved down its length. Brenda got a thrill when she understood the meaning. For Paul, she was the 'one in control'. The suit was not as small as Brenda would have liked. But when she put it on she was happy with his choice. She felt she was too fat for even this one. However Brenda determined Paul would still be spanked. Brenda thought about getting a beach towel but decided her host would provide towels and much more. Slipping on her sandals and covered with the wrap Brenda headed back to the living room. Paul sat on the couch patiently waiting. "Come with me Paul we have one more thing to do before I swim at your house." Brenda didn't wait, she just walked toward the back of her house. Paul followed her into utility room. She faced him. "Paul since you enjoy wearing my spoiled panties I think you should pick a pair to wear tomorrow. Monday evening you will return the pair you are wearing now clean. At that time you will collect another soiled pair for Tuesday." Paul bent to search for his next change. Brenda had a wicked idea. When Paul stood holding another soiled pair of her panties she bent to him and kissed his cheek. "Paul you are a dear, but since you like to wear my soiled panties I think you should buy me a dozen pair. That way if you ruin them I have lost nothing. So tomorrow night on your way home you will have an assignment. You will stop and purchase 12 pairs that you would want to see me in. Now mind you, you won't, but you will get to wear them after me." Paul groaned. Brenda thought it was from not liking the idea, but in reality it was from his erection trying desperately to break fee. Brenda looked Paul in the eye. "You will do as I say?" she asked in a non demanding tone. "Yes ma'am 12 pairs," he said as he squirmed trying to relieve the pain in his groin. "Splendid, now I want to swim. And I am thinking this suit is just a little risqué for you to see me in, but since you purchased it I will wear it. However you will still receive the spanking I threatened." Brenda led the way into the back yard and waited at the new gate for Paul to open it for her. Walking to the pool she dipped her toe in the water. It felt so refreshing. Paul was standing beside her. Brenda made him turn his back as slipped the robe off and handed it over his shoulder. He could not turn around until she was in the water. The reason for that was twofold. First Brenda was a little self conscious in the swim suit. The second was she feared Paul might not like what he saw. She felt fat. Sitting in the neck deep water Brenda looked up at Paul. He still had his back to her. "Paul will you get me something cool to drink please?' "Yes ma'am Miss Sutton," Paul uttered as he walked toward his kitchen. He stopped long enough to place Brenda's wrap on one of the chairs on the patio. Brenda was really enjoying the water. She was glad to have the bottom wet by the pool water. If not the light material would have surly shown her own wet spot in just a few minutes. Paul returned with an iced drink for Brenda. She took it and thanked him. Then with pouty lips she commented on the hot sun. "Paul do you have an umbrella that could shade me. I am enjoying the water but the sun is just so hot." "Yes ma'am I have one in the closet. I'll get it if you like." "Please do that Paul and then you can sit down to hold it for me." A few minutes later Paul sat on the side of the pool holding an umbrella to shade Brenda. She was delighted by his submissive spirit. She wanted to thank him for mailing her the key but decided not to. When Brenda had enough time in the pool she asked for a towel. Paul apologized and headed off to get her one. When he returned Brenda chastised Paul in a soft voice for his careless misdeed. When she was ready to get out she made him again turn his back. Getting out and drying off she wrapped herself in her towel. Then with no words Brenda walked past him to the shaded patio. Taking her seat she asked for another cold drink. "And while you are inside I think you need to get more comfortable. Do you have swim trunks?" The Key Pt. 01-03 Paul retuned with the drink before he changed. When he returned he was wearing a baggy pair of trunks and a t-shirt. Brenda frowned. "Paul you seem to wish me almost naked and you dress like you were going to a church social. I think we need to discuss your attitude." Paul took his seat and replied, "Yes ma'am Miss Sutton." "I have been thinking that I need an exercise program. Are you willing to help me regiment a program Paul?" "Yes Miss Sutton I'll do all I can." "I was thinking that if you were to coach me and offer some incentive it would help. What I mean is call me three evening a week to remind me and as I say coach me. That way I would be more inclined to follow thru. And the incentive, I know it's expecting a lot, but if, no when I lose 10 pounds you would have to take me out on a Saturday night for an evening of dining and dancing." Paul blushed. "Am I demanding too much Paul?" Brenda said softly but with a pout. "Oh no ma'am, I was just thinking I haven't danced in many years. I might not be a good partner." Brenda smiled, "I haven't been out dancing in years either so we will be matched. It's settled. I need to make a few more arrangement but I want to be ready to start the program next Monday night. I'll need to pick up a few things and make room. Now it's time that we attend to your spanking. I believe you have three offences." "Three ma'am?" Paul asked a little nervous. "Yes, first the suit. Iit is much too risqué for me, until I lose 10 pounds. But I will wear it if you wish but it will cost a spanking each time. If you prefer, you can purchase me a different swimsuit when you get the panties. And since you think I have no modesty I want you to buy yourself the tightest smallest hot pink Speedo you can find. Then I want to see you in it." Brenda wondered if she was making too many demands. Paul's eyes lifted and he said "Yes ma'am." "With that settled I think I need a tour of your home. And we need to find something to administer your spanking unless you want to lay across my lap with a bare bottom." "I'll comply with any type of spanking you wish for me Miss Sutton. If you will follow me I'll show you the house." Paul showed Brenda thru his home. It had three baths and 4 bedrooms and a double care garage. The master bedroom was nicely done. A guest room also showed taste. A third bedroom was Paul's home office. The forth bedroom had nothing in it. Perfect Brenda said. "Ma'am?"Paul asked. "Paul this would be perfect for an exercise room. I have only three bedrooms and they are all furnished. Would you mind terribly if I took over this space for a while? It will just be till I get to where I want to be, weight wise that is." Brenda then frowned. "What is it Miss Sutton?" "Well I was thinking it would do me no good to lose the weight if I didn't stay in a maintenance program. If I take over this room I will wish to keep it till you no longer wish me to hold your key." "That will be no problem Miss Sutton. The room is yours to use. And I believe you already have a key to the house." Brenda stepped to Paul and kissed him on the cheek. "You are such a wonderful neighbor. I am lucky to have you." After the kiss she hugged him and felt the cage against her belly thru the light material of her wrap. "Miss Sutton, it is I that is the lucky one." "It's time for your spanking. I think since this is your first one I'll just use my sandal. Where shall we go to get this first task behind us?" Paul looked at Brenda, "Are you really going to spank me?" It was easy to tell the emotion in his voice was not fear but excitement. "Yes and since you didn't answer my question I'll decide. You will be spanked in your bedroom. Now head they way young man and take your punishment." Paul followed Brenda to his bedroom. She directed him to pull his trunks down and bend over the bed. As he complied she looked at his ass in her panties. "You can leave the panties on, they won't help much." With her sandal Brenda swatted Paul's ass cheeks alternately till both were pink and warm to the touch. When Paul was allowed to stand Brenda noted the wet spot in the front of his panties. "Paul you seem to be making quite a mess in my panties. I don't want you embarrassed at work so tomorrow you will pick up some panty liners. And while we are at it let's see how well you clean up that hair." Paul rubbed his ass with both hands and uttered a soft, "Yes ma'am, Miss Sutton." He pulled the black panties down to reveal a bald pubic area that make the case more prominent. Brenda was impressed. Paul was so willing to please. She stepped to him and kissed him on the cheek again. "Paul I know you needed that and I am glad you let me do it. But I want you to know I suffered a little too. Here look!" With that Brenda slowly pulled her warp to one side just enough to show the top of one breast. She lifted and swimsuit top to show where the key had been trapped against her skin. It was easy to see the imprint. "Paul I had to put the key in my top to keep it from swinging free and see what it did to my tender skin." "I'm sorry Miss Sutton may I kiss it better?" Paul asked. Brenda smiled. That was not the reason she showed Paul the imprint but she elected to allow him his wish. His lips felt like a mild electric shock on her flesh. He quickly pulled away. Brenda tried to regain her composure. "Paul I need to go home. Now don't forget what you are to do tomorrow. I'll have some other things I'll need you to put in the exercise room. I want it in order by Monday night. Oh and tomorrow evening I inspect your pubic area much closer." With that she left to head home. Brenda needed to have a little privacy. She was finding she now had an over active sex drive. And what bother her was she had to take care of it herself. To be continued if reader wish to hear.....