The Milf Next Door Becomes My keyholder & Mistress Part 2 (Patreon)

      Maria sat across from Jack in the cosy corner of the coffee shop, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned back in her chair. She wore a soft smile, her fingers idly toying with the delicate chain around her neck. The small, glinting key from it caught Jack’s eye, a constant reminder of the month he had spent in chastity.

     “Jack,” Maria began, her voice a playful purr that sent a shiver down his spine, “I can’t believe it’s been a whole month already. How are you holding up?” Her words dripped with teasing concern, but the amusement in her eyes told a different story.

     Jack shifted in his seat, the pressure of the chastity belt ever-present and maddening. He could feel his heart racing, his body aching with unfulfilled desire. “Maria, please… you have no idea how hard it’s been,” he confessed, his voice low and strained.

     Maria’s smile widened, her fingers still dancing around the key as she leaned forward slightly, giving Jack a better view of the key nestled between her breasts. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea,” she replied, her tone both sultry and teasing. “Every time I touch this little key, I imagine what it must be like for you, locked up and desperate.”

      Jack’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her, unable to tear his eyes away from the key that held his freedom. “Maria,” he whispered, his voice tinged with longing and frustration, “I need you to let me out. I’ve been good, haven’t I? Please…”

     Maria tilted her head, her expression thoughtful as she continued to toy with the key. “You have been good,” she mused, “but that’s exactly why I’ve kept you locked up for so long. It’s been fun watching you squirm, knowing I’m the only one who can give you what you want.”

      Jack swallowed hard, his body trembling with need. “I’ll do anything,” he breathed, his eyes pleading with her. “Just please, Maria… I’m begging you.”

    Maria’s lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that only he could hear. “You know, Jack, the more you beg, the more I enjoy keeping you locked up. It’s such a turn-on, knowing how much power I have over you.”

     Jack felt a rush of heat flood through him, his pulse quickening as he hung on her every word. “Maria, please… I can’t take it anymore,” he pleaded, his desperation evident.

     She let out a soft, laugh, her fingers finally releasing the key as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness. “You’ll have to be patient a little longer, Jack,” she said, her voice laced with playful cruelty. “I’m not ready to let you out just yet. But don’t worry… when I do, it’ll be worth the wait.”

     Jack bit his lip, his entire body throbbing with need as he stared at her, completely at her mercy. The thought of being trapped in chastity for even one more day was torture, but the promise of release, whenever it came, would be sweet.

     Maria finished her coffee and rose from her chair before leaving the coffee shop with a smirk on her face.

     Jack sat there feeling the precum leak out of the chastity belt into his underwear, completely in awe of Maria and so desperately horny for her.

     The warm glow of the kitchen light bathed Jack in a soft, golden hue as he stood at the stove, carefully preparing Maria's favourite dish. It had been five days since their conversation in the coffee shop and Jack was constantlhy leaking from his cage.

      The rich aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of vanilla that always seemed to follow Maria around. He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder every few moments, his eyes drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

     Maria was seated at the dining table, her legs elegantly crossed, her gaze drifting over the magazine in her lap. She seemed so serene, so perfectly at ease, her lips curled in a slight smile that spoke of satisfaction. Jack’s heart raced as he watched her, the weight of the chastity belt a constant, pulsing reminder of his need for her.

He plated the pasta with meticulous care, adding a sprig of basil as the final touch before turning to face her. “Dinner is ready, Maria,” he announced softly, carrying the plate over to her with reverence.

     Maria looked up, her eyes meeting his with a knowing glint. “Thank you, Jack,” she purred, her voice sending a familiar shiver down his spine. She set aside the magazine, her full attention now on him as he placed the dish before her.

     Jack stood there for a moment, his hands fidgeting nervously as she took her first bite. The way she closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure made his heart skip a beat. He knew he had done well, and the slight nod of approval she gave only confirmed it.

“Delicious,” she murmured, her eyes flicking up to meet his. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

     A flush of pride mixed with the simmering arousal that never seemed to leave him these days. “I’m glad you like it, Maria,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion.

     Maria pointed to the floor, signalling Jack with a clear and unmistakable command. He knew exactly what she wanted.

     Jack slowly sank to his knees beside her chair. His hands trembled as he reached out, gently lifting the hem of her skirt to reveal the smooth, delicate skin of her legs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the soft curve of her calf, worshipping her with every kiss.

     Maria hummed softly, clearly enjoying both her meal and his adoration. She didn’t acknowledge his actions directly, but the way her leg shifted slightly, allowing him better access, told him all he needed to know. He was doing exactly what she wanted.

     Jack’s breath grew heavier as he continued, his lips trailing up her leg, his hands caressing the silky skin with reverence. The heat between them was palpable, his arousal throbbing painfully against the confines of the chastity belt. He was desperate, so desperate, but he knew better than to rush her. This was about her pleasure, her power, and he would wait as long as she desired.

      Maria took another bite of her dinner, her hum of contentment vibrating through him as if she were purring in response to his touch. The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her skin, and the taste of her on his lips only heightened his need.

     But Maria remained focused on her meal, savouring each bite as if it were a leisurely indulgence. Jack’s kisses grew more fervent, his lips tracing the elegant lines of her legs, each press of his mouth a silent plea for mercy.

      She finally looked down at him, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “You’re such a good boy, Jack,” she whispered, her voice a soft, seductive caress. “But remember, patience is a virtue.”

    Jack’s heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at her, his eyes filled with longing. “Anything for you, Maria,” he breathed, his voice raw with need.

     Maria’s smile deepened, her hand reaching down to cup his chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “I know,” she replied softly, her thumb brushing over his lips. “And that’s why I enjoy this so much.”

     With that, she returned to her meal, humming a quiet tune as she ate, leaving Jack to continue his worship. Each kiss, each caress, was a tribute to her, a testament to the control she held over him. As the minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity, Jack found himself lost in the act, his entire being devoted to pleasing her, even as his own desire threatened to consume him.

     After finishing her meal, Maria set her fork down with a soft clink, the sound almost too loud in the otherwise silent room. She leaned back in her chair, regarding Jack with a slow, deliberate gaze that made his heart skip a beat. Without a word, she rose from her seat, her movements graceful and deliberate. Jack remained on his knees, his head bowed, waiting for her next command.

     Maria’s fingers gently lifted his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. “Upstairs, Jack,” she instructed, her voice firm but laced with an edge of excitement.

     Jack’s pulse quickened, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him as he obediently rose to his feet. He followed her up the staircase, each step feeling heavier with the prospect of her releasing him from chastity The soft light of the bedroom enveloped them as they entered, Maria leading the way with an air of quiet authority.

     The bed was neatly made, the room bathed in a warm, inviting glow. But Jack’s attention was entirely on Maria as she walked over to the dresser, her movements confident and assured. She retrieved a set of cuffs from the drawer, the metal glinting ominously in the light.

“Strip,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

      Jack’s fingers fumbled as he undressed, the cool air prickling against his skin as he shed his clothes one by one. When he was finally naked, Maria approached him, her presence overwhelming as she secured the cuffs around his wrists, locking them tightly behind his back. The restraint was immediate, the sensation of being bound sending a fresh wave of arousal through him.

     Maria stepped back, her eyes raking over his exposed body with a predatory gaze. “Kneel,” she ordered her voice a mix of sweetness and steel as Jack fell to his knees.

     Jack watched as she disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the door closing echoing in the quiet room. His mind raced his body tense with anticipation. He knew what was coming—knew that Maria had something special planned for him. The wait was excruciating, each second stretching into eternity.

     When the door finally opened again, Jack’s breath caught in his throat. Maria emerged from the bathroom, her figure sheathed in black latex that clung to her every curve like a second skin. The material gleamed under the soft light, emphasizing her dominance, her power. She looked every bit the goddess he worshipped, her eyes dark with intent as she approached him.

     The smile on her lips was both wicked and knowing as she circled him slowly, letting him feel the weight of her gaze. She let her fingers trail along his shoulder, the touch almost gentle, before she suddenly gripped his hair, pulling his head back to look up at her.

     “You belong to me, Jack,” she whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. “And tonight, I’m going to remind you of that.”

     Jack’s heart pounded in his chest as she released him, the force of her presence almost overwhelming. He watched as she retrieved a flogger from the bed, the leather strips swaying ominously in her hand.

     Maria moved behind him, and he braced himself as the first strike landed across his back, the sharp sting of the leather drawing a gasp from his lips. She didn’t hold back, each lash delivered with calculated precision, alternating between sharp, stinging blows and softer, teasing caresses that left his skin tingling.

    The flogger was only the beginning. Maria worked him over with a whip, the sharp crack of leather against flesh echoing in the room as she skillfully wielded her tools of torment. She delighted in his gasps, his moans, the way his body writhed under her control, the pleasure and pain blurring together in a haze of sensation.

     Time lost all meaning as she continued, her dominance absolute. Jack’s body was a canvas for her sadistic artistry, each new implement she introduced adding a new layer to his torment. Clothes pegs were clipped to his nipples, the sharp bite of pain causing him to shudder, the sensation only heightened when she twisted them with a cruel smirk.

     And then came the strapon. Maria made sure he saw it first, the black nine-inch silicone glistening as she secured it to her hips, the sight alone enough to make his heart race. She took her time, teasing him with the tip, watching his reactions with a predatory gaze. When she finally thrust inside him, it was with a force that left him breathless, her movements calculated to drive him to the brink of madness.

     She took him hard, her hips moving with a relentless rhythm, each thrust a reminder of her control, her power over him. Jack could only surrender, his body reacting to her every command, his mind lost in the haze of submission.

     Hours passed, and the room filled with the sounds of their dark dance—Maria’s breathless commands, the sharp crack of leather, the low moans and whimpers that escaped Jack’s lips despite himself. By the time she was done, his body was trembling, his skin flushed and marked with the evidence of her dominance.

     Finally, Maria stepped back, her breath coming in soft, controlled puffs. She looked down at him, her expression one of satisfaction as she reached out to stroke his cheek, her touch surprisingly tender after the intensity of their play.

     "Good boy," Maria purred, her voice like velvet against Jack’s frayed nerves. Each word dripped with both affection and authority, soothing yet commanding, pulling him deeper into his submission.

     Her hand moved with practised ease, fingers curling around his balls, the grip firm and unyielding. Jack gasped, the mixture of pain and pleasure igniting a fire within him. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice low and intimate. "Who owns these?" she asked, giving them a deliberate squeeze.

"Mistress does," Jack panted, his voice trembling with need.

     Maria's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she trailed the leather whip down his back, the cool material a stark contrast to the heat of his reddened skin. She let the tip glide over his raw, sensitive ass, teasing him with the promise of more. "And who owns this ass?" she demanded, her tone a blend of teasing cruelty and sensual command.

"Mistress does," he whimpered, desperation lacing his voice as he yearned for her approval.

     A soft, sultry laugh escaped her lips. "Good girl," she murmured, the praise laced with a possessive pride. She could feel the last vestiges of resistance crumble within him, his complete surrender inevitable.

She leaned closer, her voice a seductive whisper that made his heart race. "Who do you serve, Jack?"

     "Mistress," he breathed, his words a pledge of loyalty and submission, leaving no doubt that he was hers—fully and irrevocably. Maria’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she savoured the sight of him, utterly broken and rebuilt to serve her every whim.

     The sun was already high in the sky by the time Maria and Jack arrived at the secluded beach, its golden rays dancing across the water, creating a shimmering expanse that seemed to stretch on forever. The sound of the waves lapping gently against the shore was the perfect backdrop for the scene that was about to unfold.

     Maria parked the car and stepped out, her movements graceful and unhurried as she adjusted the large, floppy hat that shielded her face from the sun. Jack followed her, his pulse quickening with anticipation as he glanced around the empty beach. There was no one else in sight—just the endless stretch of sand, the rolling waves, and the two of them.

     Maria wore a red bikini that contrasted beautifully with her sun-kissed skin, the fabric hugging her curves in a way that made Jack’s mouth go dry. Around her neck, the small, glinting key to his chastity belt dangled provocatively, catching the sunlight with every movement. It was a constant reminder of the power she held over him, and the sight of it made his heart race.

     “Jack,” Maria called softly, snapping him out of his thoughts. She had already spread out a large beach towel on the sand and was now reclining on it, her toned body stretched out languidly as she adjusted her sunglasses. “Come here, and don’t forget the sun cream.”

     Jack hurried to her side, his hands trembling slightly as he retrieved the bottle of sun cream from the beach bag. He knelt beside her, the heat from the sun beating down on his back, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned inside him as he prepared to touch her.

     “Start with my back,” Maria instructed her voice a lazy purr as she settled into a comfortable position. “Make sure to cover every inch—I wouldn’t want to burn.”

     Jack swallowed hard as he squeezed the cool lotion into his hands, his fingers shaking as he reached out to touch her. He began to rub the cream into her back, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles, savouring the feel of her smooth, toned skin beneath his fingers. The intimacy of the act, combined with his own frustration and longing, was almost too much to bear.

     Maria let out a soft sigh of contentment, arching her back slightly as he worked the lotion into her skin. “Mmm, that feels nice, Jack,” she murmured, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. “You’re so good at taking care of me.”

     Jack’s breath hitched as he continued, his hands moving down to her lower back, then up to her shoulders. He couldn’t help but glance at the key around her neck, the small piece of metal that held his freedom, his sanity. It was maddening, knowing that she could end his torment with just a twist of her fingers, but she chose to keep him locked up, driving him wild with desire.

     “Don’t forget my legs,” Maria added, shifting slightly to give him better access. Her tone was teasing, almost playful, as if she knew exactly how much he was struggling. “I want them nice and smooth, too.”

     Jack obediently moved down to her legs, his hands gliding over the firm, toned muscles. Each touch, each caress, was both a pleasure and a torment, the feel of her skin under his fingertips sending jolts of arousal through his body, the chastity belt pressing painfully against him in response.

     Maria hummed softly, clearly enjoying his ministrations. “You’re doing such a good job, Jack,” she praised, her voice laced with amusement. “It’s almost like you enjoy this.”

     Jack’s throat tightened as he struggled to keep his voice steady. “I… I do, Maria,” he admitted, his words barely more than a whisper. “I love serving you.”

     Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she turned over onto her back, the sun cream glistening on her skin. She lifted her sunglasses slightly, her eyes locking onto his. “Good,” she replied, her voice a low purr. “Because you’re going to spend the entire day taking care of me.”

     The rest of the day passed in a haze of sun, sweat, and relentless teasing. Maria had him apply more sun cream to every inch of her body, making him rub it into her arms, her stomach, her thighs, each touch driving him closer to the edge of madness. The sight of her lying there, so effortlessly beautiful, the key to his release dangling just out of reach, was almost too much to bear.

     When she grew thirsty, Jack was sent to fetch her drinks—cooling cocktails with condensation dripping down the sides of the glasses. When she was hungry, he was made to fetch her food, running back and forth between the beach and the small café nearby, all the while watching her recline in the sun, her body glistening under his careful attention.

     As the sun climbed higher in the sky, the heat became almost unbearable, and Maria instructed him to wave a fan to cool her down. Jack stood beside her, the large palm frond in his hand, moving it back and forth to create a gentle breeze over her body. She watched him with a smug smile, her eyes glittering with amusement as she dangled the key in front of him, letting it swing tantalizingly close before tucking it back between her breasts.

     “Such a good boy,” she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension as she sipped from her drink. “So devoted, so obedient. And yet, you know I won’t be letting you out today, don’t you?”

     Jack’s heart ached with longing, the heat of the sun and the intensity of his desire making him dizzy. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice strained. “I know.”

     She chuckled softly, her fingers toying with the key as she looked up at him. “That’s right, Jack. You’ll stay locked up until I decide otherwise. But for now, just focus on pleasing me. That’s what you’re here for, after all.”

     Jack nodded, his eyes glued to the key, the small piece of metal that controlled his entire world. The day stretched on, with Maria lounging in the sun, her body glistening, her every need attended to by the man who was utterly captivated by her. And all the while, the key to his freedom remained just out of reach, a constant reminder of the power she held over him.

     As the sun blazed overhead, Jack was on his knees in front of Maria, meticulously rubbing sun cream into her legs, his focus entirely on the task at hand. The waves crashed softly in the distance, but the tranquil sound was suddenly interrupted by the laughter and chatter of a group of passersby.

     Jack’s heart sank as he realized they were approaching. A group of three young men and a couple of women strolled down the beach, their carefree expressions shifting to amusement as they noticed him, completely naked, his chastity cage glinting in the sunlight.

     “Hey, look at this guy!” one of the men jeered, pointing at Jack. The others joined in, their laughter ringing out, making Jack’s face flush with shame.

     “Pussy whipped, much?” another one of the guys laughed, shaking his head. “You’re her bitch, aren’t you?”

     The women giggled, whispering among themselves as they eyed Jack, his humiliation clear as day. Maria, however, seemed completely unbothered by the attention. In fact, she smiled lazily, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she looked down at Jack, her fingers idly playing with the key around her neck.

     “Don’t stop, Jack,” she purred, her voice loud enough for the group to hear. “You’ve still got a lot of work to do.”

     Jack’s hands trembled as he continued rubbing the sun cream into her skin, his body betraying him as he felt the humiliating sensation of precum leaking from the cage. The passerbys’ mocking laughter and taunts echoed in his ears, each word a reminder of how completely he was under Maria’s control.

      leather paddle before turning back to face Jack. The look in her eyes was one of both warmth and steel, a mixture of affection and authority that sent a shiver down his spine.

“This is where you’ll truly learn what it means to submit, Jack,” Maria said, her voice calm and assured. “You’ve served me well, but now it’s time for you to surrender completely, to give yourself over to me as your Mistress.”