The Keyholder / Chapter 1

The following is complete fiction. Any similarities between people an/or events is pure coincidence.

Themes in this story include chastity, maledom, humiliation, and prostitution.

 About six months ago, I woke up in a stranger's bed after a night of partying with my friends. My head was pounding, and I was naked with my wrists cuffed securely to the posts of his bed. In a panic, I started to scream for help when he rushed in and told me to be quiet. He threatened to get physical with me if I didn't hush, so I had no choice.

After what felt like hours of silence, he pulled a brown shipping box from under his bed and quickly opened it, sharing with me that while I was drunk last night, I was bragging about my sexual triumphs. I had never been so angry at myself for my big mouth before his hands lifted my hips quickly and slid a cold, metal belt under my waist. I laid in silence, debating if he would do what I think he would. Surely this maniac wouldn't lock me away for bragging, right?

A few minutes of silence and the belt was clicked around my waist, keeping my tender cunt under an unforgiving lock. My captor sat back on the bed and smiled at the results of his work. "Since you want to brag, I'm going to offer you a challenge." He smirked as his eyes sparkled. "Bring me a hundred grand, and I'll give you the key."

I could feel the acid of regret and fury rising in my chest as I sat up, trying my best to break free from my restraints. The key holder smiled, climbing off the bed and sliding the silver slice of freedom into his pocket. "You also let it slip that you had nowhere to live either, so if you want, you can stay here while you raise the money." He smirked once again and patted his pocket. "Of course, I won't let you get just any job to pay for your freedom. You're going to take advantage of the new law that says prostitution is now legal."

My heart sank as I shifted once again. I guess my face told him what I thought because he nodded as if to say, "Correct. Prostitution" A cold smirk ran across his face as he finally walked over to uncuff me. "But since you're going to be a roommate, I need some rent money." I opened my mouth to argue with him that he was crazy, this was illegal, and he'd be thrown in jail before remembering the new law that had taken place. Women were now the property of the Men they lived with. Since my legal home was here now, I was his to do whatever he wanted. "How I am going to pay you rent and," I paused, knowing as soon as I said the words aloud, they'd be real. "Freedom money." I finally spat.

His face lit up as I said the words. "Excellent question! There's part of the fun of your challenge. You can give me everything you make for rent, and I'll leave you alone, or you can give me a mere 80% and make the rest up to me as my slave." He laughed gently, but something told me he was serious.

"How the hell am I supposed to be a belted prostitute?!" I barked.
"Oral sex, I guess. Don't charge more than $5 per blowjob though."
"You're an idiot. I'm not playing your sadistic game!" I screamed, finally free from the cuffs.
"You're going to play, or I'll report you to the police, and they'll bring you back here." He was calm as he spoke as if expected such a reaction from me.

"So are you going to pay me to keep me off you, or are you going to be my slave?" He asked, walking to a safe at his desk. The buttons beeped quietly as he entered a code, put the key in and closed it again. Another long moment of silence filled the air. "50% split." I offered, knowing I had to earn freedom. He shook his head laughing, "No, you dumb cunt. 90% now or I keep everything and keep you as my slave. Care to negotiate more?" I shook my head in defeat. "90% to you." He nodded and extended his hand.

I shook it, frowning harshly at my new life. "I'm hungry, cunt slave. Make scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. And quickly! Don't keep your Master waiting!" He barked, leaving me in the bedroom to contemplate my new life.

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