Her Three Keys

Chapter 1

 

You are cordially invited to Karla’s Forty-First and One-Half birthday party at Ernie’s Tap Room after work today.

 

Abbi looked at the emailed invitation with some suspicion. It had been mass emailed to everyone in the department and was decorated with terrible clip art and animated gifs.

Before she had a chance to question the email, Karla’s head popped up over the cubical wall.

“Did you get my e-vite?” she asked Abbi.

“No one calls it an e-vite,” Abbi advised her older co-worker who had been her mentor at the job since she was hired three months earlier. 

“So, you did get it?!”

“What’s with the whole ‘forty-first and one-half’ birthday thing?”

“My actual birthday is December 25th. And what’s today?” Karla prompted her.

“June 25th. Got it.”

“So, you’re going to be there! Great.” Karla’s head disappeared.

Abbi decided that spending an hour with her co-workers in a bar wouldn’t be a terrible waste of her time.

 

Abbi hauled Karla out of the Lyft and maneuvered her up the stairs to her apartment building.

“I’m not that drunk,” Karla burst out when Abbi accidentally grabbed Karla’s butt in her struggle to help the other woman. 

“You’re acting like it,” Abbi muttered as she started to regret helping out her mentor.

“The ride sobered up me,” Karla declared.

“Great. Then unlock the door.”

It was only with great effort and Abbi’s assistance did they manage to get inside the building. Though it was small, Abbi was relieved that it had an elevator. Up they went to the third floor. 

“I love your necklace!” Karla loudly declared as she stared at the single charm on the silver chain around Abbi’s neck. That was when Abbi realized in her struggles that her top button had gotten loose. While she wasn’t exactly flashing the public, she still quickly buttoned up, not wanting to expose her bra, or more.

“Thank you.”

“Was that a key on it?” 

“Yes. It’s from my boyfriend.”

“Is it the key to his heart?” Karla giggled.

“Something like that.”

“I was going to say that! I have something like that!” Karla reached into her sweater and fished around for a second before pulling out a chain that contained several charms which included three keys.

Right away Abbi realized that the three keys were actual, practical keys to locks compared to the one she wore which was purely decorative.

“I have three keys!” Karla proudly announced, dangling them in Abbi’s face as the elevator doors opened. She rushed out, unsteadily, but seemingly more sober now.

“Why do you have three keys?” Abbi asked, following Karla to make sure she got into the apartment without puking or falling on her face.

“‘Cause I’ve got three men who service my every need!” Karla crowed as she tried to insert her door key into the lock. She was failing spectacularly. 

“Give me that,” Abbi said, annoyed at Karla’s fumbling attempts.

“Sure, sure. Hey you handle that key pretty well. Are you an expert?” Karla pushed the door open and walked unsteadily down the short hallway and took an immediate right turn into what Abbi presumed was the bathroom.

“Yeah. I’ve been letting myself into houses since I was ten years old, all by myself.” Abbi walked past the closed bathroom door and into the apartment proper. She wanted to make sure her co-worker was okay to be left alone. “You’ve got a nice place here,” she said, looking around. As she slowly turned in the living room, her eyes fell on a man who was standing in the doorway to what was presumably the bedroom.

Abbi screamed.

“No! It’s fine!” The words of reassurance from the man’s mouth didn’t help the situation. Abbi cast about for a weapon because she didn’t know what was going on. She knew that Karla lived alone—she had bragged about it on several occasions—so what was a man doing in her apartment?

What was a naked man doing in her apartment?

Abbi grabbed the closest weapon she could—it happened to be a throw pillow from the small couch—and brandished it.

“Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?” she screamed at the man.

“I’m Derek! I’m supposed to be here!” He held out his hands, protecting himself from Abbi’s threatening pillow. 

She didn’t blame him because he was naked. Though, upon further examination, she realized that he wasn’t completely naked. He was mostly naked. 

He had a silver device on his cock.

“What the fuck!” Karla stumbled into the odd scene unfolding in her living room. She had kicked off her shoes and removed her sweater for reasons unknown, leaving her in black pants and an elaborately fancy bra that kept her large breasts under control but managed to generate an impressive amount of cleavage at the same time. “Don’t hit him! Derek! What the fuck are you doing here?”

Abbi looked back and forth between the two, thoroughly confused. It was obvious they knew each other but Karla had never mentioned a boyfriend named Derek. He snatched up the matching throw pillow from the couch and held it in front of his crotch.

“I don’t think I could hurt him with this,” said Abbi and tossed it back on the couch. “I’d better leave. It looks like you two know each other. Sorry.”

As she headed toward the front door, Karla stepped in her path. “Wait. Don’t leave yet.”

Abbi shot a glance at Derek who had now stepped to the side so he was half hidden by the doorway. “Do you need me to stay? Did you have a…uh…date planned with him?”

Karla smiled. “Yeah. Sort of. I’m still a little drunk.”

“A lot drunk,” Abbi corrected her.

“Yeah. Right. And I sort of forgot that I had invited Derek over.”

“I’m early,” he called from his place of safety.

“It’s fine. I’ll just be going…if everything is cool.”

“He’s my entertainment for the evening,” Karla giggled.

“You two have fun then.”

“Wanna watch?”

That made Abbi laugh. “Watch you have sex with Derek? That’s crazy!”

Karla laughed along with her. “Of course that’s crazy,” she agreed. “I only want you to watch me give him a blowjob.”

Abbi’s laughter trailed off and she blinked. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yeah.” Karla’s eyes were glassy with anticipation. Or alcohol. Or maybe both.

“But…” she searched for a reason to say no that didn’t sound crazy, when, in fact, the whole scenario was crazy. “But he’s wearing that thing on his…his dick.”

“It’s a cock cage, sweetie,” said Karla as she pulled the chain from around her neck and dangled the keys once again in Abbi’s face. “And I have the key to his…his cock.” she frowned. “I don’t have the key to his heart, unlike you and your boyfriend.” 

“Okay…” Abbi was wary. While the party at the bar had been fun, this was rapidly getting out of her area of comfort. 

“Just watch,” Karla pleaded. “You can critique my technique tomorrow.” She grinned at her inadvertent rhyming. Leaning in, she loudly whispered in Abbi’s ear, “You have got to see his cock.” She added a wink when she pulled back and moved toward Derek who had come out of hiding.

“I never agreed to letting anyone watch,” said Derek.

“Oh shut up,” Karla said dismissively. “You’re going to get your dick unlocked and sucked. You don’t have the right to complain.”

Abbi knew she should have just left at that point. Karla was no longer blocking her way and it was obvious the two were going to have sex. Oral sex at the very least. Abbi didn’t need to see Karla give a blowjob. If she wanted to see that she would watch porn at home.

But for some reason she couldn’t elucidate, she stayed but tried to fade into the background. Maybe the couple would forget she was there at all.

“You’re the one who invited me over,” said Derek. “You didn’t say you were bringing a friend.” Derek looked her way and caught her eye. So much for blending into the background, thought Abbi.

“She was just looking out for me. I was a little drunk. I’m fine now.” 

Abbi wanted to correct the other woman on that issue, but remained silent. Karla sat down on the edge of the couch and gestured for Derek to approach her. He did so, keeping one eye on Abbi.

Out in the clear light of the living room, Abbi was able to get a better look at the device on Derek’s cock. It wasn’t fancy, just a birdcage-like tube that covered his shaft and a thick ring that went behind his balls. The two pieces were attached to each other with a specialized lock. It was simple but effective. Abbi thought that it looked uncomfortable to wear, but it wasn’t her problem. It wasn’t her kink.

As Karla started to unlock the device, Abbi realized something else. 

Derek didn’t have any hair from his waist to mid-thigh. He didn’t have much chest hair in the first place, but it was very obvious that he had removed all his pubic hair and all the hair on the surrounding skin as well.

She pondered that for a moment, a man removing as much hair from his body as she did from her own.

Then Karla had the device off. She set it on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

Abbi couldn’t help herself and stared at Derek’s cock. After Karla’s promise, she was expecting something spectacular about Derek’s manhood. It was, in a word, unimpressive.

If anything, it was smaller than the ones Abbi had seen and touched in her life. Certainly it was smaller than her boyfriend’s. 

She had expected it to get hard immediately, but that didn’t happen. Instead, Karla took all of the soft flesh in her mouth.

“Oh fuck…” Derek moaned.

Abbi didn’t want to be spying on the couple, but it was Karla’s half birthday and she had been invited to watch. Probably the couple had this planned in some way. She wondered which of the two, or both, were exhibitionists.

Still, it was fascinating to watch a woman give a man a blowjob without the barrier of a screen. This wasn’t porn. This was real life.

Karla had an excellent technique, or maybe Derek’s desire was just pent up, but in the space of a minute, she had him fully erect.

As promised, Abbi had to see it. She was surprised and not exactly disappointed, but intrigued. 

Derek, even erect, had the smallest cock she had ever seen. 

“Isn’t it cute?” Karla asked Abbi. The older woman had released Derek’s cock and was looking directly at Abbi.

“Don’t…” Derek moaned.

“Isn’t it cute?” Karla again asked Abbi, this time she held Derek’s cock by the base and gave it a little shake, wobbling the head back and forth. 

Abbi had a very modest vibrator at home that was larger than Derek’s cock.

“It is,” Abbi said, playing along with the game.

“Should I let him fuck me?” asked Karla. “Or should I just finish him off with my mouth? Or should he be punished for having such a small cock? I can just jerk him off. That’s more than he should ever get. I could even put him back in his cage,” she mused.

“No,” Derek begged. “Not that…”

“I don’t know,” Abbi answered when Karla continued to stare at her.

“Oh! Did you want to fuck him?” Karla generously offered. “He’s a good fuck toy. Won’t stretch you out, of course, but he knows what he’s doing.”

“No, not thank you,” Abbi said. She was rooted in place. Was Karla just fooling around or was she making a serious offer?

The shocking thing was that Abbi gave some serious thought to the offer before declining.

“Smart,” said Karla. “You have a boyfriend, right?”

“Right.”

“Do you want to watch me fuck Derek?”

Abbi couldn’t believe it when she nodded slowly.

“Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly,” Karla quoted and curled her finger, indicating that Abbi should approach. Before Abbi had a chance to move, Karla’s attention refocused on Derek. She pointed an imperious finger. “You. On the bed. Now.”

Derek moved into the short hallway, followed by Karla.

Abbi hesitated. Now was the time to make good an escape. Karla wouldn’t care. It would make everything a lot less awkward tomorrow at the office. Abbi didn’t need to see them fucking. If Abbi wanted to get off, she could just go home herself and have sex with Cole.

She wanted to have sex with Cole. 

Watching Karla and Derek had turned her on more than she wanted to admit.

Abbi wanted to see more.

Her feet slowly took her forward, following Karla’s path.

By the time Abbi arrived in the bedroom, edging warily around the doorway, Derek was already on his back on the bed. Karla had stripped naked, but oddly left on her bra. She was in the middle of straddling Derek’s hips, had her hand on the man’s cock, guiding it into herself.

Abbi wondered how the other woman could be wet enough for actual sex. Certainly there hadn’t been that much foreplay. Was Karla that horny and naturally wet? The older woman certainly wasn’t complaining. She was in control. The moan she made as she sat down on Derek’s cock was one of pleasure, not pain.

The gasp that escaped Abbi’s lips caused Karla to turn her head and grin at the other woman. “Came for the show?”

“I…I haven’t cum,” said Abbi, her head a little frazzled at the sight in front of her. 

“Not yet,” giggled Karla. She returned her attention to Derek. “Don’t fucking cum before me,” she instructed him and then slapped him across the face.

It was hard enough to make an audible impact but didn’t really seem to affect Derek. He just nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Good boy,” Karla declared as she started rocking her hips. 

For the moment Abbi felt like they had forgotten her. She watched in fascination. How had she gotten involved in this? It was hot and sexy and made her want to jill off, but she didn’t know if that was allowed or appropriate. 

She resolved just to watch the other couple fuck.

As she stared at the couple on the bed, it occurred to her that Karla had said Want to watch me fuck Derek. It was definitely Karla who was in charge. She was fucking Derek, riding his cock. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it. But Karla controlled him and the situation.

It was much hotter than Abbi thought it would be.

“Pull up your legs,” Karla ordered as she got off his hips, taking a momentary break.

He did as Karla said and Abbi thought the position he assumed, curled up with his thighs pulled to his torso, hands behind the knees, made him look a bit like a twink about to get fucked in the ass by his lover.

Derek was no twink. Karla wasn’t a gay dom. She got back on him, this time sitting on the backs of his thighs, pulling his cock down so she could insert it into her pussy. Abbi could see that it took precise control and balance on Karla’s part to pull this off. She was nervous for Derek, but said nothing.

If anything, she was turned on by this display and wanted to jill off while watching the two, but Abbi wasn’t that bold. She couldn’t bring herself to push her hand into her pants. She could compel herself to drop her pants.

Not without permission.

“Fuck yeah,” Karla grunted as she fucked her partner, then she stopped talking and focused entirely on riding Derek’s cock while making the most alluring and erotic noises.

Abbi wasn’t a professional but she could easily tell that Karla came several times.

A blind and deaf man could have told that Karla came several times before Derek blurted out his warning.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Took you fucking long enough!” Karla didn’t stop her motions. She made them more vigorous.

When he came Derek arched his back and grunted like he was in pain. For all that Abbi knew, maybe he was. The way Karla had his cock bent couldn’t have been comfortable, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Finally!” she declared as they came down from their orgasms. She levered herself off his cock and legs, standing awkwardly over him for a second as he lay his legs down flat on the bed. 

Abbi didn’t want to be the sort of woman who was easily shocked at deviant sexual behavior, but when Karla sat down on Derek’s face, she was taken aback. While Abbi had sat on more than one man’s face in her time—always at her lover’s request—she had always done it as part of foreplay. Certainly never after a man had cum inside her.

Karla turned her head and caught Abbi’s eye.

“It’s good to make a man clean up after himself.”

Abbi nodded. “I…I have to go!”

She rushed out of the apartment, ashamed at herself, ashamed at what she had witnessed, mortified that she had willingly watched it and nearly participated in it.

Fumbling with her phone, she pulled up the Lyft app and summoned a car. Not able to stand in front of Karla’s apartment building she walked back and forth on the block until the vehicle appeared.

She was grateful the driver was silent on the drive to her place.

Cole was sitting on the couch playing a video game when she walked in.

“Hey!” He protested when she yanked the controller out of his hands and straddled him. She could feel his warm body next to hers. She could feel his muscles. Her entire body was nothing more than nerve endings and focused desire. She wondered if she could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness of her pussy through her pants. 

His complaint stopped the moment she kissed him.

After a minute of deep kisses while she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off hers, he said to her, “If you’re going to come home like this every time you go out with your work friends, you should do it more often.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she told him.

She wanted to say she wanted to fuck him, but she couldn’t do it.

Not yet.

 

Chapter 2

 

The next morning Karla strolled into the office an hour late. Abbi watched as the other woman walked down the aisle of desk cubicles and then turned the corner to wander back down the next aisle.

Maybe saying she strolled in wasn’t accurate. She didn’t stumble or walk, but shambled or plodded. 

Abbi waited a good ten minutes to let Karla settle in. When she walked by Abbi’s desk Karla didn’t exactly look like death warmed over, but she had definitely seen better mornings. After the ten minutes had passed, Abbi poked her head over the wall.

“Rough night?”

Karla looked up sourly and squinted against the harsh halogen lights the company used to illuminate the office. She had bags under her eyes which were bloodshot, beyond that she had hidden the signs of her late night with effectively applied makeup. “It’s too early in the morning for such questions.”

“Just one more question.”

“No,” said Karla.

“Do you really have three guys cocks locked up?” Abbi had lowered her voice so none of their neighbors could hear her. 

If it had been possible in her condition, Karla’s eyes would have bugged out. She sighed and picked up her phone, ignoring Abbi, to send a text.

Abbi sat back down but then immediately popped back up. “I just wanted to thank you for last night. Actually, Cole wanted to thank you as well.”

Karla glanced up at her and finished her text. 

As Abbi sat back down, her phone chirped with a message. She picked the phone up off the desk to look at the text.

 

Karla: Not here. Not at the office.

 

Abbi felt ashamed at her forwardness. Then her phone chirped again.

 

Karla: And you’re welcome.

 

A few seconds later a third message arrived.

 

Karla: And can you set your goddamned phone to silent?

 

Abbi took a moment to adjust the settings on her phone and then messaged Karla back.

 

Abbi: You didn’t answer my question. Do you really have three guys cocks locked up?

 

It took Karla a minute to reply. Maybe she was working. Maybe she was giving a thoughtful answer. Abbi looked back at her computer and told herself to have some patience. 

 

Karla: Yes

 

Abbi was disappointed in the answer, but at this point she was in the middle of an email that needed to be addressed immediately and she was supposed to be working now, not quizzing Karla about her private life.

The next message that came in from Karla was long and involved. Clearly her coworker wasn’t worried about their manager wandering by.

 

Karla: I have three guys under lock and key. I’ve found I need a variety of cock to keep me happy. Don’t worry, they’re all locked up willingly—more or less. I’m sure they love it because when their cages come off, they always get laid. Well, usually always. Not always. But I’m a little surprised you don’t have your boyfriend’s cock locked up. Don’t you know that the only way a woman can have a good relationship with a man is if she completely controls his cock?

 

There was a lot in her message for Abbi to process. She had so many questions. Three men? She was fucking three men? And they all wanted to fuck her? (Well, maybe that was the least surprising part. Karla was an attractive woman) How did all of this happen? What had happened in her life that made Karla think she could only have a good relationship with a man if she locked up his cock? 

 

Abbi: I have so many questions…

 

Karla: Ask away

 

Abbi: Can we talk during lunch?

 

Karla: Maybe. What’s your boyfriend’s name?

 

Abbi was reluctant to answer that question but she did anyway. Karla was trying to control the conversation and Abbi was letting her. 

 

Abbi: Cole

 

Karla: I’ll tell you all my secrets, but only if you agree to lock up Cole’s cock.

 

Abbi stared at the message for far too long. She could feel herself getting behind in her work. 

She could feel her pussy moistening as filthy thoughts raced around her mind.

 

Abbi: Ok

 

It took forever for lunchtime to arrive. Karla’s head appeared over the top of the desk divider. “Let’s eat at the cafe downstairs.”

They chose a table in the corner, away from the rest of their coworkers. There was music playing and loud lunchtime conversations. This was as safe as it was going to get.

Just as Abbi sat down across the table from Karla, the older woman said, “I thought you already had your boyfriend’s cock locked up. That’s why…why everything happened last night. Well, almost everything. I was a bit drunk.”

“A bit?” asked Abbi, sounding like a scolding parent.

Karla ignored her. “I saw your necklace and just assumed…you were into the same stuff as me.”

Abbi fished her necklace from inside her shirt. The key was golden and ornamented with a few gems. Inscribed on one side were two words: my heart. 

“It was a gift from Cole for our one-year anniversary.”

Karla nodded. She looked better than she had when she walked into work that morning. “You’ve been together a year?”

“Almost a year and a half.”

“Yeah, definitely time to lock up his cock.”

Abbi could feel her face turn red and glanced around nervously. “You can’t be serious.”

Pulling out her own silver necklace, Karla displayed her three keys and a few charms. “Want to hear the whole sordid tale of how I wound up owning three guys’ cocks?”

Abbi hesitated. “Yeah…sort of…”

“Buckle up, girlie.”

“How worried should I be?”

Karla smiled. “How worried do you want to be? Details or just an overview?”

A shiver ran down Abbi’s spine. “I want all the details.”

She knew she was getting herself into trouble but she had to press forward.

“How did I get started in all of this?” Karla mused to herself as she stirred the soup in the paper cup in front of her. “That’s a long and complicated question, but let me start with Derek.”

“Sure.”

“I was recently divorced and horny and looking to get laid. I didn’t want a relationship—I had just gotten out of one—but I needed some dick.”

“Understandable.” Abbi didn’t understand that at all, but she wasn’t going to contradict the older woman. “How did you find him?”

“Fetlife.”

Abbi looked askance at her. “Isn’t that a kink dating app?”

Karla smiled and nodded dreamily. “It sure is.”

“Oh.”

“Girl, how long have you been with your boyfriend? A year? And how did you meet him?”

“Um…about a year and a half. Met him through friends of friends.”

“Have you ever done online dating?”

“A little, a while back.” Abbi shook her head. “I hated it.”

“Well, yeah! Dating apps suck. All the apps suck because people are just pretending to be something they’re not. Fetlife though…people are extraordinarily honest because they’re looking to get a kink fulfilled.”

“I see…”

“I still remember what caught my attention in his profile. ‘Looking for a woman to control my cock.’ He included a picture—several pictures, actually—of his cock in a cage. I messaged him and the rest is history.”

Abbi was confused. “I think that you’re skipping over a few steps.”

Karla ate some of her soup, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. Well, when I met him at a coffee shop, one of the first things he tells me is that he was wearing his chastity cage and was looking for a woman to hold onto his key so he didn’t watch porn and jerk off all the time.”

“That’s…oddly forward.”

“It was refreshing, actually.” Karla finished her soup and tossed back her hair. “I asked if he just wanted to fuck and he said yes and the rest is history.”

Abbi was smiling and shaking her head. “I have to have more details.”

“We went back to my place. He showed me how to take off his cage. We fucked. It was great. I put the cage back on him. He gave me the key. We’ve been doing it like that ever since.”

“He just…gave you the key to his cock on the first date? That’s fucking crazy!”

Karla shrugged. “It’s partly a trust thing. It’s partly a kink thing. But don’t make more of it than it actually is.”

“What do you mean?”

“Chastity cages aren’t perfect security, Abbi,” Karla said with a knowing smile. She was holding back something, Abbi was sure. “If a guy wants out of one, he can use a couple of different techniques to get is dick out of the cage. The most obvious one is cutting off the cage with any of a bunch of tools. The lock isn’t that strong.”

Abbi was puzzled. “So why wear one at all?”

“Kink. Control. Honesty. Derek said he had a huge problem with porn and jerking off. The cage helped him and with me checking it on a regular basis, he found his life improved. Plus I fucked him a lot. Getting the cage off was the highlight of his day or week or whatever. If I found out he had taken it off without permission…well, he was punished.”

“Punished?” Abbi was intrigued.

“I haven’t had to punish him in a while.” She frowned. “That’s sort of sad, actually. Punishments could be fun.”

“Fun?” Abbi’s head was starting to spin. “How could a punishment be fun?”

“I’d get to cum but he didn’t. I would spank him with any of a variety of tools and toys.” She smiled dreamily. “I like the sound of wood against flesh. I wouldn’t let him out of his cage. I’d have him clean my apartment. I made him pay a fine.”

“A fine?”

“Usually twenty dollars. I liked that when money was tight. I’d fuck his ass with a strapon while he had the cage on but I wouldn’t let him cum.”

“Holy fucking shit.”

“But Derek has settled down now and he’s been a good boy, which is a little disappointing. But I have other men I play with.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“But we don’t really have time to talk right now, do we?” Karla pointed at her watch. Abbi saw they were already late for their return to the office. 

“Shit.”

The two women got up and tossed away their trash as they hurried back to work. 

“You have to tell me more,” Abbi begged her along the way.

“I will, but I need to meet your boyfriend.”

“What? Why?” Abbi’s heart started pounding in panic.

“Because you need to put a cage on him.”

“That’s…that’s not what I want. He doesn’t want that!” Abbi was lying. The idea intrigued her if only as a bit of sex play. She couldn’t imagine Cole wearing a chastity cage all the time. That was crazy. He had never mentioned doing something like that. Anal sex was about as kinky as they got.

Maybe that’s why Abbi was intrigued by Karla’s life.

“Have you asked him?” Karla asked as they walked into the office.

“No.”

“You should.”

Abbi dodged the question. “What about your other two guys?” she asked in a conspiratorial voice as they approached their cubical farm. “How did you meet them?”

“I need to get back to work,” said Karla as she walked around the divider but remained standing for a moment longer. She leaned forward and whispered, “But one I met here at work and the other is my ex-husband.”

She sat down, disappearing from view, leaving Abbi with an open mouth and a burning need to know more.