Pleasure's Keeper

With your release under lock and key, your only role is to obey, to kneel, and to witness what you'll never have.

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Come in. Shut the door behind you.

Sit.

I didn’t say you could speak, so stop stammering. And don’t waste my time with excuses. And wipe that stupid look off your face. You know why I called you here. You’re late on rent again.

Listen, I'm busy, so I will make this simple: You owe a debt, and I've brought you here because I’m going to collect it.

Oh, stop looking like a scared little bitch. The great part about me is that I have plenty of money. The pittance you give me every month, when you do pay, barely covers the cost of getting my nails done.

No, what I want is far more valuable than money.

You see, the problem with being filthy rich is that you eventually run out of toys to buy. What’s another house or Ferrari when you barely use the ones your already have? That shit doesn’t excite me. Not anymore. What I’m looking for is a toy more difficult. More interactive. One money is difficult to buy.

The toy I want is you.

For one month, you'll be mine. Completely. No questions, no conditions, no complaints.

Do you understand what that means?

No? Let me explain.

It means I own you. Your body. Your choices. Your time. You'll do as I say, when I say it, without hesitation. And in return, your debts disappear. Poof. All gone. Vanished, like your self-respect.

Now, doesn't that sound like a fair deal?

You can say no, of course. Walk out that door right now. But a word of warning: if you do, I'll make sure you never escape the weight of what you owe. You will fucking drown in it, and no one will come to save you.

So, do we have a deal?

Ah. Good choice.

Now, stand up. Let's get a look at what I've invested in.

Take off your jacket.

Good.

Now your shirt. Fold it neatly and place it on the chair.

Hmm. Not bad. Couldn't pay me, but kept your gym membership, eh?

Don't look so uncomfortable. I'm only inspecting what's mine.

Pants next.

What's the matter? Do you need me to close your eyes while you fluff it up? Stop hesitating, or I might revoke my generous offer.

There we go. Shoes off. Socks, too. It's weird seeing a naked man in nothing but his socks. Gives me the ick.

Stand up straight.

Damn. I was expecting someone far less... worthwhile. What other surprises are you hiding?

Let's find out, shall we?

Head over to the dresser and open the bottom drawer.

Good. Choose the cage you think will fit best. And don't flatter yourself with the biggest one. You're not that impressive.

Oh, the metal one. Interesting choice. Now, slip it on your little willy and lock it. That's it. Tighten it. Make sure it's nice and snug.

Does it hurt? It looks painful with the skin squishing through the slits.

Hand me the key. And don’t bother begging me to unlock you. I decide when and if you’ll ever feel relief.

Which will probably be never.

Now, kneel before me properly. Hands on your thighs. Chin up. Eyes on me.

Mmm, your frustration is delicious. This is your reality now. You're mine. Your pleasure, your release, or lack thereof—it all belongs to me.

And you’ll stay locked up, aching and desperate, until I decide otherwise.

Tell me, have you ever been with an older woman?

No?

Oh, you don't know what you're missing. I could do things to you that would make your head spin. One taste and you’ll fall in love.

That’s the beauty of this. I've taken everything from you—all your control, your choices, your self-respect, even your right to touch yourself. That must be frustrating. I know how horny boys your age can be.

Just think: If you were a good tenant who paid your rent on time, this night would have gone so differently. I'd have let you fuck me however you wanted.

Now you're completely powerless.

Don't look away. Eyes on me.

Watch closely, my beautiful little deadbeat. Watch what happens when someone knows exactly what they want and takes it.

Mmm. Do you like this dress? How it clings to me? The way it shows off my mature curves?

Wouldn't you just love to explore them? To trace your tongue down my neck and take these large nipples between your lips?

Tough shit. I don't give this to worthless little worms. You’re lucky I’m showing you any of this.

But I'm feeling generous. How about I give you something to focus on.

Let me lift the hem of this dress just enough to show you what you'll never touch.

Oh, you like that, huh? That cage is straining. Don't you wish you could stroke that fat cock while you watch me finger my pretty little cunt?

Mmm, can you hear that? That's the sound of my fingers slipping inside, the wetness you'll never feel.

God, this feels so good. So tight. So warm and wet.

Look how pathetic you are. Your cock is leaking already. Making a mess on my Zebra wood flooring.

Maybe I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue.

Fuck. What I wouldn’t do to have your big cock inside me. I might have to call another of my tenants to do the job you’re not allowed to do. Make you watch him destroy my cunt.

Oh, don’t give me that look. You didn’t think you were the only one, did you? God, you young guys are pathetic. Like lost puppies. You get your dick wet once and you think you’re in love.

Just keep kneeling there like a little bitch, locked away, while I take everything I want.

And maybe if you make it through the month, I will let you have that taste you’re craving.

Now, sit still, don't make a peep, and watch me come. Because this is the only climax you'll be a part of for a very long time.