Roommate put me in chastity
I am a 38 year old man, who owns a flat in a nice area of south west London. I was lucky enough to own it as a result of an inheritance, but despite very few outgoings I would often like to rent out the spare bedroom for some extra income. This would allow me to live quite comfortably with this income, plus quite a respectable salary.
Finding myself with the room available, and having placed an ad online, I had quite a large amount of interest. A few viewings came and went, before one Friday evening I had a viewing arranged with someone called Aurelia.
She arrived a couple of minutes before the allotted time, buzzing my flat. I had already been impressed by the quality of her English on the phone and she managed to make a joke about how excited she was to see the flat through the intercom, which showed incredible wordplay. I allowed her in, and waited for her to come up the stairs, my mind already wondering towards plans for later that evening.
I opened the door, and was almost floored by what stood before me. Aurelia was simply stunning, with long straightened brunette hair, and an absolutely perfect complexion. She was almost my height (5’10”) in trainers and I noticed she had long, beautiful legs (even though hidden by her jeans).
“So amazing to meet you!”, she exclaimed. “Likewise”, I managed to blurt out, while trying to hide my utter amazement at her beauty and confidence. I showed her around the flat, while she told me about herself. Aurelia was 26, and had started reading for a PhD at a London university. Ideally she wanted somewhere for a couple of years in this location, where she could both study and relax.
Immediately sensing opportunity, I talked enthusiastically about how much potential for study space she had, both in what would be her room and in the shared living space. She seemed very happy with the ideas, and how keen I was to accommodate her needs.
“So, it’s just you living here?”, she asked me. “Yes”, I replied, “so it’s always nice to have a flatmate for some company”. She laughed and shook her hair, which only served to cast me further under her spell.
“If I take the room”, she asked, “my father would be paying for it. He would transfer the money to you each month. That’s not a problem is it?”. “No, not at all”, I responded, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Do you have anyone else to see?”, she asked with a small smile. “Err…no”, I responded, “so if you want it…”.
“Amazing!”, she exclaimed. “Feel like pouring us a drink to celebrate?”, she asked, hinting at the wine bottles she saw in the kitchen. “Of course…”, I managed to respond, sensing that perhaps this would not be the last time I responded to her instructions.
After about a month of living together, my enchantment, along with my lust had grown. Aurelia was a truly incredible woman, who could speak four languages, and was completing freelance work alongside her studies. She openly told me that she was not looking for a relationship as she had plans for the next few years, but her staying away for a night on a couple of occasions led me to believe there was at least a ‘friend with benefits’ on the scene.
One evening, out of the blue, she asked if she could ask me a question, and patted the sofa next to her. I sat down, obediently. “You know when I used your Mac to order something from Amazon the other day”, at this point I felt her right hand rest on my right upper am, “I couldn’t help but notice that you’d ordered a male chastity device”.
I became flustered and started to formulate an excuse in my head, before she continued, “It’s ok, I think it’s kind of cool”. She smiled and asked, “are you wearing it?”. “No…”, I managed to respond before she asked the most exciting question I’ve ever heard in my life, “would you like me to be your keyholder, then?”.
“Well of course…”, I managed to get out, before she took charge of the conversation again. “Why don’t you go and get it? I’d like to see it”. “Yes, Aurelia”, I replied, and hurried into my room to retrieve it, and show it to her.
She seemed fascinated by the device, and its’ potential. “Obviously I want you to think about this before we start. If we do it, we’re going to really do it. If you change your mind afterwards, us continuing to live together isn’t going to work”. She picked up the keys to the padlock and continued, “tomorrow is Friday, so I want you to take the next 24 hours to consider. I will take these keys and keep them somewhere safe. If you decide not to go ahead tomorrow night, it’s fine, we will not discuss it further, but there will be no opportunity to reconsider. If you do, I will talk you through my requirements and expectations before we finalise things.”
I couldn’t get the word “finalise” out of my mind at that point, it made me realise I would be hers if I agreed. “One more request”, she asked, as if it was anything other than an order, “I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from masturbation or sex for the next 24 hours, I don’t want an orgasm clouding your judgment”. “Yes, Aurelia, of course”, I managed to respond.
Overnight and through the next day, I couldn’t get our conversation off my mind. Aurelia, while twelve years my junior, was ahead of me in every way. Intelligent, talented, confident; the thought of her being my keyholder was both exhilarating and terrifying. There was only ever going to be one answer.
“So, what’s your decision?”, Aurelia asked me as soon as I returned early that evening. “I would very much like you to be my keyholder”, I responded. Her face lit up, “amazing!”, she exclaimed. “Ok, come and sit with me”, an instruction I followed without question. “I’ve kept the key to the padlock in a safe place. I hope it’s still open?”. I managed to answer in the affirmative. “Why don’t you go and put your device on, but leave the padlock open? I’m going to get ready myself”. I noticed that she had straightened her hair, and was wearing more makeup than usual for an evening.
I took the device and lock into the shower, along with some lube. After a blast of cold water, I was flaccid enough that with the help of the lubricant I could get the cage into place. After pushing the device together, I managed to slide the padlock in, ready for locking. It occurred to me at that point that once this was locked, I was hers. I felt an immediate sense of terror, before pure excitement took over again. I put my boxers on, and my bath robe and walked into the living room.
What greeted me was an incredible sight. Aurelia had dressed herself in a black dress, which covered the shoulders but delved into a low cut, and ended three-quarters of the way down her thighs. She was wearing a pair of dark-red heels, which I had previously admired, not least her ability to walk confidently in them. “Aurelia, you look…”, at which point she took over, “well I thought I should dress up for the event!”. “Now”, she continued”, “I can’t lock you up like that, take off the robe and anything underneath”. I obeyed immediately, at which she smiled. “Good boy, now come and kneel in front of me”.
I found myself kneeling, with me cock in a chastity cage about to be locked, in front of what can only be described as a Goddess. Not only in terms of her undeniable beauty, but her charm, her success, and her intelligence all combined to make her my true superior.
“Now, I think we should be clear on how this will work”, she explained in a tone which was both firm and caring at the same time. “This is a private matter between us. I will keep your discretion, and I expect you to keep mine. If that breaks down, we can’t continue with this, and I will need to live elsewhere. Understood?” I nodded in agreement. “I’ve put a list of ground rules of how you should behave in this flat together on my phone, let me read them to you”, she stated as I noticed how the tap of her fingers on the screen made me swell against my cage. “They are as follows:-
1. You are now to address me as Miss Aurelia
2. You already pay for a cleaner, I expect that to continue, in addition to my room
3. I need you to take care of grocery shopping, and cooking. I may decide occasionally I want to do either, but I expect you to take the initiative, and behave as if this is your task on a daily basis
4. You should dedicate a portion of your free time to enhancing your skills to my benefit. Skills could be massage, pedicures or anything else you feel may make my life easier
5. While we are in the flat, I will dictate much of your appearance. Some days I may require you to be naked, except for your cage
6. I expect you to attend the gym a minimum of three times per week, to maintain a good figure
7. I am to be updated as to any changes to your schedule or whereabouts. If you need to attend the office, travel for work, or visit relatives, I expect to be informed in advance
8. As I know you are mortgage-free, I expect the rent you receive monthly to be spent on me. This could involve you taking me for dinner or drinks, buying me gifts, or other surprises. This is the minimum I expect, by the way!
9. No arguing back, or questioning my instructions
10. Do not request the key under any circumstances, unless you believe your health to be at risk
Any questions?”
“No, Miss Aurelia”, I managed to respond. A smile flashed across her face, “you are obedient, aren’t you?”.
“Stand up”, she commanded. I stood, with my arms behind my back, in front of her. She ran her right hand across my midriff, and took my cage with her left. With affirm motion she then took the lock with her right hand, and pushed it together until we both heard the click. I was now hers.
“Now go into my room, and fetch the green box on my dresser”. “Yes, Miss Aurelia”, I responded, before heading into her room and retrieving the box. I returned in mere seconds, kneeling in front of her and handing her the box. “Let me show you what’s inside”, she said as she opened the box up. What I saw in there was a beautiful anklet, with what I knew to be one of the two keys to the padlock on my cage. She stroked my face, “be a good boy and put it on you right ankle, won’t you?”. I obeyed without question.
“It’s Friday night, and I think we should go out to celebrate”, Miss Aurelia exclaimed. I’ll give you 10 minutes, go and get ready. I obeyed immediately. While pulling a smart shirt on, something hit me. I would be in a bar, or a restaurant, with a beautiful young woman, wearing heels, and short dress, and an anklet with a key on that anyone could see. While she wasn’t going to tell anyone, people would know. They would know.
“Shall I order a cab, Miss Aurelia?”, I asked. “Of course, we will go to Margini’s, that new bar. You might want to reserve us a table”. Nervously I asked, “If they ask who you are…”, at which point Miss Aurelia stepped in, “just tell them I’m your flatmate. Unless you want to tell them I’m your boss…”, she grinned at me as she stroked my arm. “But flatmate is fine”.
We arrived at the bar 20 minutes later, for the first time I felt envious eyes on me as I walked in accompanied by a true Goddess. This was incredible. Why would I date someone needy, neurotic and unreliable, when I could submit to a true Goddess? Miss Aurelia ordered for us, “oh a decisive woman”, the waiter exclaimed. “Yes, but he’s paying”, she responded with a laugh.
Our night progressed, as I tried to accustom myself to the cage, and we chatted about her course, my work, what we could do at the weekend. About an hour and a half after being there, I noticed a woman walk past from behind me. Miss Aurelia had her right leg crossed over her left with her anklet hanging out. This woman clearly smiled, put her hand on Miss Aurelia’s shoulder, and turned around looking at me with a smirk. She knew what it meant.
It then hit me, despite a few drinks having been consumed. It was on display what our relationship was. I wasn’t the equal of this young beauty sat opposite me, I was her servant. Someone else knew that I was in chastity, and I served Miss Aurelia. I wasn’t scared though. I was proud.
Finding myself with the room available, and having placed an ad online, I had quite a large amount of interest. A few viewings came and went, before one Friday evening I had a viewing arranged with someone called Aurelia.
She arrived a couple of minutes before the allotted time, buzzing my flat. I had already been impressed by the quality of her English on the phone and she managed to make a joke about how excited she was to see the flat through the intercom, which showed incredible wordplay. I allowed her in, and waited for her to come up the stairs, my mind already wondering towards plans for later that evening.
I opened the door, and was almost floored by what stood before me. Aurelia was simply stunning, with long straightened brunette hair, and an absolutely perfect complexion. She was almost my height (5’10”) in trainers and I noticed she had long, beautiful legs (even though hidden by her jeans).
“So amazing to meet you!”, she exclaimed. “Likewise”, I managed to blurt out, while trying to hide my utter amazement at her beauty and confidence. I showed her around the flat, while she told me about herself. Aurelia was 26, and had started reading for a PhD at a London university. Ideally she wanted somewhere for a couple of years in this location, where she could both study and relax.
Immediately sensing opportunity, I talked enthusiastically about how much potential for study space she had, both in what would be her room and in the shared living space. She seemed very happy with the ideas, and how keen I was to accommodate her needs.
“So, it’s just you living here?”, she asked me. “Yes”, I replied, “so it’s always nice to have a flatmate for some company”. She laughed and shook her hair, which only served to cast me further under her spell.
“If I take the room”, she asked, “my father would be paying for it. He would transfer the money to you each month. That’s not a problem is it?”. “No, not at all”, I responded, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Do you have anyone else to see?”, she asked with a small smile. “Err…no”, I responded, “so if you want it…”.
“Amazing!”, she exclaimed. “Feel like pouring us a drink to celebrate?”, she asked, hinting at the wine bottles she saw in the kitchen. “Of course…”, I managed to respond, sensing that perhaps this would not be the last time I responded to her instructions.
After about a month of living together, my enchantment, along with my lust had grown. Aurelia was a truly incredible woman, who could speak four languages, and was completing freelance work alongside her studies. She openly told me that she was not looking for a relationship as she had plans for the next few years, but her staying away for a night on a couple of occasions led me to believe there was at least a ‘friend with benefits’ on the scene.
One evening, out of the blue, she asked if she could ask me a question, and patted the sofa next to her. I sat down, obediently. “You know when I used your Mac to order something from Amazon the other day”, at this point I felt her right hand rest on my right upper am, “I couldn’t help but notice that you’d ordered a male chastity device”.
I became flustered and started to formulate an excuse in my head, before she continued, “It’s ok, I think it’s kind of cool”. She smiled and asked, “are you wearing it?”. “No…”, I managed to respond before she asked the most exciting question I’ve ever heard in my life, “would you like me to be your keyholder, then?”.
“Well of course…”, I managed to get out, before she took charge of the conversation again. “Why don’t you go and get it? I’d like to see it”. “Yes, Aurelia”, I replied, and hurried into my room to retrieve it, and show it to her.
She seemed fascinated by the device, and its’ potential. “Obviously I want you to think about this before we start. If we do it, we’re going to really do it. If you change your mind afterwards, us continuing to live together isn’t going to work”. She picked up the keys to the padlock and continued, “tomorrow is Friday, so I want you to take the next 24 hours to consider. I will take these keys and keep them somewhere safe. If you decide not to go ahead tomorrow night, it’s fine, we will not discuss it further, but there will be no opportunity to reconsider. If you do, I will talk you through my requirements and expectations before we finalise things.”
I couldn’t get the word “finalise” out of my mind at that point, it made me realise I would be hers if I agreed. “One more request”, she asked, as if it was anything other than an order, “I’d appreciate it if you could refrain from masturbation or sex for the next 24 hours, I don’t want an orgasm clouding your judgment”. “Yes, Aurelia, of course”, I managed to respond.
Overnight and through the next day, I couldn’t get our conversation off my mind. Aurelia, while twelve years my junior, was ahead of me in every way. Intelligent, talented, confident; the thought of her being my keyholder was both exhilarating and terrifying. There was only ever going to be one answer.
“So, what’s your decision?”, Aurelia asked me as soon as I returned early that evening. “I would very much like you to be my keyholder”, I responded. Her face lit up, “amazing!”, she exclaimed. “Ok, come and sit with me”, an instruction I followed without question. “I’ve kept the key to the padlock in a safe place. I hope it’s still open?”. I managed to answer in the affirmative. “Why don’t you go and put your device on, but leave the padlock open? I’m going to get ready myself”. I noticed that she had straightened her hair, and was wearing more makeup than usual for an evening.
I took the device and lock into the shower, along with some lube. After a blast of cold water, I was flaccid enough that with the help of the lubricant I could get the cage into place. After pushing the device together, I managed to slide the padlock in, ready for locking. It occurred to me at that point that once this was locked, I was hers. I felt an immediate sense of terror, before pure excitement took over again. I put my boxers on, and my bath robe and walked into the living room.
What greeted me was an incredible sight. Aurelia had dressed herself in a black dress, which covered the shoulders but delved into a low cut, and ended three-quarters of the way down her thighs. She was wearing a pair of dark-red heels, which I had previously admired, not least her ability to walk confidently in them. “Aurelia, you look…”, at which point she took over, “well I thought I should dress up for the event!”. “Now”, she continued”, “I can’t lock you up like that, take off the robe and anything underneath”. I obeyed immediately, at which she smiled. “Good boy, now come and kneel in front of me”.
I found myself kneeling, with me cock in a chastity cage about to be locked, in front of what can only be described as a Goddess. Not only in terms of her undeniable beauty, but her charm, her success, and her intelligence all combined to make her my true superior.
“Now, I think we should be clear on how this will work”, she explained in a tone which was both firm and caring at the same time. “This is a private matter between us. I will keep your discretion, and I expect you to keep mine. If that breaks down, we can’t continue with this, and I will need to live elsewhere. Understood?” I nodded in agreement. “I’ve put a list of ground rules of how you should behave in this flat together on my phone, let me read them to you”, she stated as I noticed how the tap of her fingers on the screen made me swell against my cage. “They are as follows:-
1. You are now to address me as Miss Aurelia
2. You already pay for a cleaner, I expect that to continue, in addition to my room
3. I need you to take care of grocery shopping, and cooking. I may decide occasionally I want to do either, but I expect you to take the initiative, and behave as if this is your task on a daily basis
4. You should dedicate a portion of your free time to enhancing your skills to my benefit. Skills could be massage, pedicures or anything else you feel may make my life easier
5. While we are in the flat, I will dictate much of your appearance. Some days I may require you to be naked, except for your cage
6. I expect you to attend the gym a minimum of three times per week, to maintain a good figure
7. I am to be updated as to any changes to your schedule or whereabouts. If you need to attend the office, travel for work, or visit relatives, I expect to be informed in advance
8. As I know you are mortgage-free, I expect the rent you receive monthly to be spent on me. This could involve you taking me for dinner or drinks, buying me gifts, or other surprises. This is the minimum I expect, by the way!
9. No arguing back, or questioning my instructions
10. Do not request the key under any circumstances, unless you believe your health to be at risk
Any questions?”
“No, Miss Aurelia”, I managed to respond. A smile flashed across her face, “you are obedient, aren’t you?”.
“Stand up”, she commanded. I stood, with my arms behind my back, in front of her. She ran her right hand across my midriff, and took my cage with her left. With affirm motion she then took the lock with her right hand, and pushed it together until we both heard the click. I was now hers.
“Now go into my room, and fetch the green box on my dresser”. “Yes, Miss Aurelia”, I responded, before heading into her room and retrieving the box. I returned in mere seconds, kneeling in front of her and handing her the box. “Let me show you what’s inside”, she said as she opened the box up. What I saw in there was a beautiful anklet, with what I knew to be one of the two keys to the padlock on my cage. She stroked my face, “be a good boy and put it on you right ankle, won’t you?”. I obeyed without question.
“It’s Friday night, and I think we should go out to celebrate”, Miss Aurelia exclaimed. I’ll give you 10 minutes, go and get ready. I obeyed immediately. While pulling a smart shirt on, something hit me. I would be in a bar, or a restaurant, with a beautiful young woman, wearing heels, and short dress, and an anklet with a key on that anyone could see. While she wasn’t going to tell anyone, people would know. They would know.
“Shall I order a cab, Miss Aurelia?”, I asked. “Of course, we will go to Margini’s, that new bar. You might want to reserve us a table”. Nervously I asked, “If they ask who you are…”, at which point Miss Aurelia stepped in, “just tell them I’m your flatmate. Unless you want to tell them I’m your boss…”, she grinned at me as she stroked my arm. “But flatmate is fine”.
We arrived at the bar 20 minutes later, for the first time I felt envious eyes on me as I walked in accompanied by a true Goddess. This was incredible. Why would I date someone needy, neurotic and unreliable, when I could submit to a true Goddess? Miss Aurelia ordered for us, “oh a decisive woman”, the waiter exclaimed. “Yes, but he’s paying”, she responded with a laugh.
Our night progressed, as I tried to accustom myself to the cage, and we chatted about her course, my work, what we could do at the weekend. About an hour and a half after being there, I noticed a woman walk past from behind me. Miss Aurelia had her right leg crossed over her left with her anklet hanging out. This woman clearly smiled, put her hand on Miss Aurelia’s shoulder, and turned around looking at me with a smirk. She knew what it meant.
It then hit me, despite a few drinks having been consumed. It was on display what our relationship was. I wasn’t the equal of this young beauty sat opposite me, I was her servant. Someone else knew that I was in chastity, and I served Miss Aurelia. I wasn’t scared though. I was proud.
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