Chapter 1: A Game of Locks & Keys + Story Synopsis
Chapter 2: The Sapphire Key (Part 1)
Chapter 3: The Sapphire Key (Part 2)
Chapter 5: The Emerald Key (Part 1)
Chapter 6: The Emerald Key (Part 2)
Wednesday Night (11th Day Locked)
A fog covers everything in my life. A fog of horniness and lust like an animal in heat.
11 days. It’s only been 11 days.
After last night’s events I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t focus at work. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Going down on Harrison only moments after he fucked Denise. Then a facial at the climax, the second guy to do that in a couple days.
Denise and Harrison didn’t stop there. A few rounds followed as the videos played on. I just sat there, cum covered and naked, watching it play out. They got several finishes and I left riled up beyond what I thought was possible.
It’s not just limited to last night either. Any moderately attractive person becomes a fantasy. Men or women, it doesn’t matter. I instantly picture them naked and fucking. The day dreams never end.
At the grocery store, the sight of a man coming from a workout class triggered thoughts of being pinned down as he fucked me. A woman running on the street led to fantasies of ripping off those gym shorts and licking her until she screamed. Even Andrea has played a leading role, not helped by her casual nudity around the house. She walked past me topless after showering and my brain crashed.
And I still need to find the fucking code, which is why I’m back on my bed, about to torture myself even more.
I start by skimming through the videos from last night first, in case I missed anything during the distractions. After that, I move on to new ones.
The first two videos are short and don’t contain anything helpful. The third one however, catches my interest. The video is about a woman who is experimenting with solo anal play.
A thought that has been simmering just below the surface the last few days suddenly breaches. Something I’ve never had any inclination toward, until now.
I watch intently as teases herself with the plug she had in, a red gemmed glass piece. She then pulls it back out and swaps to her finger. With a spell bounding stare into the camera she starts to become more vocal, peppering ‘oh my god’ and ‘yes!’ in between her heavy breathing.
I find myself captivated, more than any other video so far. I see the pleasure on her face as she gasps. Then she stops and reaches off to the side to grab something.
Knock knock
I audibly gasp as the sudden rap on the door breaks my intense focus on the video. I turn the volume down on the laptop.
“Uhhh come in?”
Andrea opens the door and walks in, still topless. I think she knows what she’s doing.
“I’m gonna have some wine. Care for any?”
“N-no. Thanks. I’m good.”
“Suit yourself. Still stuck on the porn? Want me to join you?”
I cackle, expecting her to turn and leave having delivered her little teasing jab. To my surprise though, she doesn’t and in fact slowly moves toward the bed. I quickly press next on the playlist, worrying she would see the anal video and offer to help. I don’t think I could handle that, but in my current state, I also don’t know I would turn down that offer.
“So? What are you watching?”
She lays back next to me against the headboard. My eyes stain to break free from her body long enough to see the new video.
“Ugh…not sure…it just started. A homemade thing I guess.”
The video starts and I do my best to keep my eyes down, but every fiber of my being wants to focus on the almost naked, beautiful woman next to me.
“Seems pretty hot so far.” Her face is so close to mine I can feel her warm breath. All it would take is a slight shift to feel the warmth of her skin.
Just focus, I tell myself, don’t even look at her.
The video plays on as we lay without movement until her hand, formerly resting on her thigh, begins to move up. Without moving my head I watch it, gradually moving up until it just passes the waistband of her panties.
My heart stops. There’s no way she’s about to do what I think she is.
Her hand pauses for a second and then slides under the waistband.
Oh. My. God.
The underwear stretches and bulges out as she begins to touch herself. I’m not even pretending to watch the screen anymore. The show just to the side is way more captivating.
A low “mmmm” emits from right next to my ear. I finally cave and turn to see Andrea, smiling and biting her lip as her hand begins to pick up speed.
“You’re so mean,” is all I can breathe out as I ogle my best friend.
“What?” she answers nonchalantly, “Isn’t this what porn is for? Why should Denise get to have all the fun with you?”
My pouting, frown reply garners a giggle from her before she continues, this time in a light sultry voice.
“Just say the words and I’ll stop.”
After the softest whimper imaginable I shake my head.
“Please don’t.”
She beams as I continue to fawn over her, even more energized. She shifts her hips and kicks off her panties, leaving herself completely naked. She then resumes with legs spread out, only now her gaze stays fixed on me instead of the video.
“Oh fuck it’s so hot watching you drool over me. I could get used to this.”
Her breath quickens. Her legs fidget more and more. I can just make out the sound of her wetness now with each movement of her fingers, barely audible over the video. Without thinking I reach out and begin to massage her breasts. She grabs my hand and holds it tight as her body begins to shake.
“Mhmmm!”
For the second time in two days, I watch as one of my closest friends cums. Her body shakes like it’s being hit with an electric shock next to me. Unlike Denise, she doesn’t scream out, but instead punctuates the bucking of her body with a ceaseless, high pitched “ohhhhhhh” and closed eyes.
When the convulsions finally end, she opens her eyes and giggles at what I assume is an expression of pure, soul-crushing jealousy staring back. The desire between my thighs is so powerful a strong wind might make me cum. I both hate and adore her for this.
She leans up and brushes the hair out of her sweaty, red face.
“I’ve been waiting to do that since the first video you sent. Thank you.”
She kisses me on the forehead as I continue to stare, too randy to think. With a pep in her step, she hops off the bed and gathers up her panties on the floor. I continue to stare as she practically skips across the room and then turns to give me a wink before disappearing. The whole thing happened so quickly, it feels like a dream. Part of me still doesn’t believe it actually happened.
Only what thought manages to stick in my scrambled brain:
Go unlock that box, now!
It takes a few minutes to convince myself not to follow that initial course of action.
I manage to shake the previous experience away enough to finally return to where I was in the anal video I was originally watching, though my arms are so shaky with desire I struggle to even hit play. The woman is now squirming and moaning emphatically riding the dildo she grabbed right before my intrusion. A desire screams through me now, no longer a distant thought and amplified by Andrea’s display. Something absolutely unfathomable even a day ago is now all consuming in my mind. Am I really going to do this?
The woman screams and cums as she rides the dildo. The sight is enough to bury all my doubts. I want that. I want to be her. I want to be Andrea.
With my heart rate flying and body shaking, I toss the laptop and grab the lube from my night stand. I shift up onto all fours and squirt a bit of lube on my finger. The glob of lube stares back at me as I hold my position, building up the courage to finally do something I never thought possible.
A flash of light from my phone next to me catches my attention. I see the name on the text.
Harrison.
He hasn’t said anything since last night. The interruption is enough to draw my mind away from the unhinged craze moments ago. I wipe the lube off with a tissue and sit back to read the message.
Hey! Just wanted to check in. Hope things weren’t too weird after last night. Sorry I didn’t tell you about Denise sooner, things have been going well with her, I didn’t want to ruin it.
My frustration with him compounds with my already frenzied state. I’ve spent months thinking about him, trying to figure out a way to get him back. All for nothing. The shame of so much wasted time on an obviously bad cause is hard to ignore now. How could I be so stupid?
I swipe away the conversation with Harrison, but a different conversation catches my eye. I open it and quickly send off an impulsive text.
Care to help me with another challenge?
Thursday Night (12th Day Locked)
“Oh fuck!”
Jonah clenches tightly to my hair as he explodes into my mouth. I gag and struggle at first, but still manage to take all of him. His hand relaxes after a second and I pull back, gasping for air.
“That felt amazing. Holy shit. If this counts as a first date, it’s definitely the best one I’ve had.”
I chuckle as I catch my breath.
“You mean all your first dates aren’t just porn and blowjobs?”
He laughs and lays back, more relaxed and calm than I have ever seen him. The porn videos continue to play on the screen across from us, but his focus is now on me.
“God I wish you weren’t wearing that thing. When it comes off, I owe you one.”
“You may own me more than one. I still have a lot of videos to get through. How’s your recovery time?”
“Between you and a playlist of videos, it won’t be long.”
“Well, keep watching. I’ll grab us some water.”
As I walk to the fridge to grab us some water, I take a good look at the apartment. I never really got a good look when I first got here. After explaining the task, we moved right to the couch and began. The first video wasn’t even done when I started pulling off his pants.
The place is nicer than I expected for a man in his twenties. It’s small, basically a studio, but is clean and well decorated. A couch sits in the middle, between the small, open kitchen and the makeshift wall separating the bed. As I return with the waters, he pauses the video playing.
“Is there…anything I can do? For you? No…wiggle room?”
I can see the longing in his eyes, the genuine desire. I brought the surrender box with me, but left it in the car. I knew it would be too tempting to have right now.
“You could probably get a little something going, but it might be uncomfortable. I really, really wish you could. I’m going crazy, last night I almost…”
I stop short, realizing what I was about to confess. Maybe he will ignore that.
“Almost what?”
God dammit.
“Ugh nothing, just…feeling a little desperate, as you can imagine.”
“I still can’t believe you are doing this. I would have caved.” He pulls me down onto the couch, my body resting against his. “I’m serious though, anything that might help you I’m game for! No judgement. I owe you at least that and more.”
A lot has happened in days since this all started. The man I am laying on filmed a humiliating, fruitless masturbation attempt. He then also came on my face and signed the belt I’m wearing. Even with all that, plus other public displays and being a plaything for my friends, what I want feels so much more intimate and vulnerable. Eleven days ago, I wouldn’t even be able to approach this subject. Has the horniness consumed me this much? Have I completely lost control?
I take a deep breath and do what I never thought I could ever do.
“I…uhh…was thinking of trying some anal play. I…saw a video. The woman came from just fingering. I thought…maybe I could actually…”
I expected either disgust or absolute joy, but he doesn’t react one way or another, at least not on the outside. Instead he maintains a respectful composure and calmly digs deeper.
“Have you ever done anything like that before?”
“No, not even a little. I was about to, yesterday, but I’m not sure.”
“Well, like I said, I want to help. If you are interested, we could explore that.”
I feel my body shake.
Don’t think, just embrace it.
“Yes, I want that.”
I lean forward and grab my bag off the coffee table. Without saying a word, I pull out the tiny lube bottle and hand it to him. He stares at it but before he grabs it, he reaches around and pulls me in for a kiss.
The kiss catches me completely off guard. I don’t remember the last passionate make out I’ve had, it honestly could be years. My head spins and feels lighter as I begin to kiss back, pulling him in. A relaxing wave crashes over me, as if struck with a calming spell. My whole world has been inundated with lust lately but for a brief moment, the tinge of a loving feeling peers through the craziness of my current life. As the kiss breaks, I linger and gaze into his eyes, ready for more.
“Lay forward,” is all he says, calm and commanding.
With a slight whimper I obey, laying face down on his lap. His hands caress softly along my legs, over my cheeks, until they settle on the waistband of my sweats. Instinctively I shift up, almost like doing a plank, and feel them slide down. As I rest back down, he pulls them past my feet. Once again, it’s just the belt between us. He chuckles and tugs playful at it.
“Really fighting the primal urge to rip this off right now.”
I giggle in response, letting the tension of the situation ease a bit. His hands pry open my legs, revealing the soaked metal piece, but I couldn’t care less. Truthfully, I love his eyes on me like this.
The lube bottle pops open and a familiar squirt soon follows. As it snaps back shut, I feel my anxiety spike. I clench the pillow by my head and brace for it.
“I’ll start nice and slow,” he says softly. “Any discomfort and I’ll stop. Okay?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
An agonizing few seconds pass with nothing happening. Just when I’m about to look up I feel it, a light, wet touch around the only opening in the belt. I clench even tighter as he circles, spreading lube. It already feels amazing.
“Here we go.”
He pushes in.
My whole body tenses as it embraces a feeling never before experienced. It’s hard to put that first moment into words, too many emotions at once.
But every moment after is pure bliss.
“Oohhh goddd,” I moan out as I finally experience some form of pleasure after all this torture.
“You good?” He asks, half teasing but half genuine.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
He laughs and continues to massage inside me. His finger pushes up, along the underside of my pussy, and my legs start to shake as nerve endings long neglected have their moment.
It might not be enough though.
“I love feeling you squirm on me.”
Add in dirty talk however…
“Fuck your finger feels so good. I love you playing with me.”
“Such a good slut. Giving up your ass in desperation.”
I feel his hand wrap around my hair and pull my head back. I’m at his mercy as his finger remains unrelenting. The timid man from our previous encounters is long gone.
“When you finally get this thing off, I’m gonna make sure I use you properly. This is only the beginning.”
Holy shit.
A new feeling starts to build inside me, but not where Jonah is working his magic. Something else I’ve never felt, further up. Maybe it’s just part of anal? Whatever it is, I don’t have the ability or desire to fight it. I want to feel everything.
“Now be a good girl, and cum for me.”
It’s so close now.
“Yes! Yes!” I blurt out in between gasps. “I’m…I’m gonna…cumming!!”
The world blurs. I don’t exactly know what I am saying or doing.
All I feel is the intensity. Wave upon wave of it.
As I come back down from it, I start to regain my senses. Every inch of my body is shaky and discombobulated.
And then I feel it. The wetness between my legs. Not a normal amount, way more.
Holy shit. I just squirted.
I twist around and look down. It’s everywhere. Him, me, the couch.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” I want to shrivel away and hide in shame.
Jonah, however, just pulls me in and smiles.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. That was incredible. Besides, I’ve got plenty of towels.”
He grabs my cheek and meets my eyes.
“I’m gonna go grab one and then let’s see if we can make it happen again.”
Saturday Night (14th Day Locked)
0745
That was the code. It was on a big digital clock in the background of a homemade threesome video. I didn’t even notice. Jonah saw it while I was busy cumming on his lap.
I tested it out and then relocked it. The group was meeting in only a couple hours. I figured they would enjoy the pageantry of me opening it. Besides, I wasn’t done with Jonah yet.
After Thursday’s revelation, I haven’t been able to get enough. He was busy Friday with a different job, but earlier today we picked up right where we left off. I’m not sure how many times I’ve cum but it never feels fully satisfying, only a taste of what I really need. There is still something missing. Jonah claims he still owes me the full experience when I get released. I think I’ll take him up on that.
But now here we are, once again gathered in my apartment. All three boxes are splayed out on the table in front of me, with Devon, Harrison, and Andrea all sitting on the couch to my left.
In the chair across from me, with a purple key attached to her necklace, is Denise, boasting a big, devilish grin.
I set the combination box down and enter the numbers. With a click, it pops up and releases the green key within.
With another satisfying click, the green lock falls to the table. All that remains on the box is one purple lock. The lock that belongs to the person who has unexpectedly become the main antagonist of this adventure. Now she looms before me ominously, like a final boss in a video game. A deep fear takes me as I look toward her, preparing for whatever daunting task she’s cooked up.
“Okay! Last task then!” Denise breaks her piercing stare and taps her phone. “You’ve been impressive so far but I want to see you really earn this one.”
My phone on the table lights up. I glance toward Andrea, who’s worried, sympathetic stare tells me all I need to know. After a deep breath I grab it and read. The text is short but I understand what it means instantly.
The final boss did not disappoint.
Fucking Denise.
Two chapters left. Thanks to all keeping up with the story so far!
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