My Daughter’s Best Friend Becomes My Keyholder Part 3

       Gerry sat naked at the edge of his bed, his mind swirling in disbelief. The cold, unyielding steel of the chastity belt clung tightly to him, and his skin still tingled from the whip marks that crisscrossed his bare ass.

       His daughter's best friend, Biana, had taken control in ways he never imagined. She had locked him in chastity, forced him to suck off countless strangers through a glory hole, and then led him on a leash through a BDSM party, treating him like her obedient pet before they bumped into his ex-wife, Julia.

        Now, his balls ached with a throbbing weight, his hands fumbling helplessly with the unyielding belt. It was fastened so tightly, the only escape was the key—and Biana held that, too.

       Gerry had a restless night as he tossed and turned in his bed due to the weight and relentless awareness of the chastity belt around his cock and balls.

      The next morning he woke up to an SMS from Bianca. Let’s go shopping subby. There are lots of things I want you to buy me today.

       Gerry stared at the SMS, a sinking feeling settling in as he fully grasped how spoiled and bratty Bianca truly was. Yet, despite the frustration rising within him, he knew there was nothing he could do. As long as she held the key to his chastity, he was bound to follow her every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. Her control over him was absolute, and he couldn't help but surrender to it.

       Gerry and Bianca stroll through a bustling shopping mall. Bianca is dressed to impress, sporting designer sunglasses and a fitted top that turns heads as they walk.

         Gerry, on the other hand, is weighed down by multiple shopping bags, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and exhaustion. Bianca’s bratty energy radiates as she saunters ahead, her eyes darting from one store window to the next.

        Bianca “Oooh, let’s go in here. I need to see the new lingerie collection.” She doesn’t wait for Gerry’s response, already making her way into the high-end boutique. Gerry sighs, struggling to keep up as the bags dig into his hands.

        Inside the boutique, Bianca immediately begins sifting through lace bras and thongs, holding them up to her body and glancing at her reflection. Gerry stands awkwardly by the entrance, attracting curious looks from the staff and a few shoppers.

        Bianca waves a lacy black bra in the air, her voice dripping with smugness as she tosses the lace at Gerry.

        “Here, cucky, add this to the pile. But don’t get too excited—this one’s not for you. You’ll never get to see me in it. You’re just paying for it, like always.”

        Her loud, mocking tone catches the attention of a few passersby. Gerry’s face turns red as he tries to laugh it off, but he can’t escape the sting of public humiliation. A sales associate raises an eyebrow at the exchange, but Bianca is unfazed, already moving on to the next piece.

She holds up a sheer, crimson thong and inspects it.

        Bianca smiled as she said “Do you think my real man will like this? You know, the one who actually gets to touch me? “Not like you, cucky.”

         Gerry shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting to the floor as people nearby overhear. A couple of women glance at him with pity, while some men snicker under their breath. He feels the weight of their judgment, but Bianca seems to be getting off on his embarrassment.

“Okay, I’m done here. Go ahead, pay for everything. Make sure you tip the nice lady.”

         She snaps her fingers, and Gerry meekly walks to the register, fumbling for his wallet while balancing the pile of lingerie in his arms. Bianca watches with a satisfied smirk, leaning against the counter, completely oblivious to—or more likely, enjoying—his discomfort.

         After the transaction, Gerry staggers out of the boutique, his hands full of even more bags. Bianca trails a few steps ahead, taking a sip of her iced coffee, not bothering to hold any doors or even slow her pace.

       Bianca sauntered into a jewellery store, her eyes glinting as they roamed over the glass displays. Gerry trailed behind her, weighed down with shopping bags, his face flushed with the exhaustion of the day’s humiliation. Bianca’s gaze finally landed on a delicate silver necklace—thin, elegant, and barely noticeable. She pointed to it, calling over a female clerk with a snap of her fingers.

        “I want this one,” Bianca said confidently, her voice loud enough for nearby customers to hear. Then, with a wicked smile, she added, “I need a place to hang the keys to my cuck’s chastity belt.”

          The female clerk blinked for a moment, processing what Bianca had said before following her gaze to Gerry, who stood awkwardly to the side, his face burning with shame. The humiliation was immediate and intense. His eyes fell to the floor, avoiding the amused stares of the clerk and anyone else who might have overheard.

        The clerk's lips twitched into a grin, clearly trying to suppress laughter. "Oh, really?" she asked, glancing between Bianca and Gerry with barely concealed amusement. “Well, I’m sure we can find something perfect for that.”

        Bianca chuckled, enjoying every second of Gerry’s mortification. “Yeah, it’s cute, right? He doesn’t need the key anyway. I just like knowing it’s right here, with me, always.”

        The clerk giggled and leaned over the glass, helping Bianca pick out the perfect length for the necklace. “This one will keep it close to your heart—or, you know, wherever else you want to keep it,” she teased, giving Gerry a playful smirk.

         Gerry felt his humiliation deepen, the stares from the clerk and Bianca drilling into him. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his wallet when the clerk handed Bianca the necklace.

         “That’ll be $250,” the clerk said cheerfully, her eyes still twinkling with amusement. Bianca didn’t even look at him. She simply held out her hand, waiting for him to hand over his credit card.

         Gerry fumbled, his fingers clumsy as he swiped his card through the reader, the female clerk watching him the entire time, her grin never fading. When the receipt was printed, she handed it to Bianca, not even acknowledging Gerry.

       "Thanks, cucky," Bianca said sweetly, hanging the necklace around her neck and dropping the small keys onto the silver chain. She turned, walking out of the store without a second glance, leaving Gerry to hurry after her, bags in tow and his pride shattered.

“You did good today, cucky. I think you’ve earned the privilege of carrying everything back to the car.”

        Gerry, utterly defeated, nods and follows behind her, bags hanging from his arms, his spirit crushed beneath the weight of her constant, public mockery. As they walk through the mall, every glance from strangers feels like another blow to his pride.

Bianca, however, is absolutely thrilled, a bratty grin on her face as she basks in her dominance.

        When they arrived back at Bianca’s house, Gerry could hardly fathom how spoiled and bratty she could be. She had stripped him down to nothing but the tight chastity belt cuffed his ankles and cuffed his wrists behind his back. A collar snapped around his neck, and she clipped a leash to it before guiding him to his knees, forcing him to face the corner where the walls met in her bedroom.

“Stay here and be quiet," she commanded, her voice dripping with casual authority.

       While Gerry knelt there, helpless and silent, Bianca sat at her desk, casually working on her homework with music playing softly in the background. She treated him like nothing more than a pet—an accessory, obedient and insignificant—just another piece of her world as she ignored him, utterly in control.

      After two hours of kneeling in silence, Gerry felt a sudden tug on the leash. Bianca's voice cut through the quiet, playful and commanding. "Time for a break from studying, cucky. Come worship my ass."

        His face flushed bright red as she pulled him toward the bed, forcing him to crawl on all fours. She casually positioned herself on the bed, raising her hips and presenting her ass to him, an unmistakable demand. His heart raced, knowing what was expected of him as she waited, fully in control.

      Bianca gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing Gerry’s face between her ass cheeks. He knew exactly what she wanted. Without hesitation, he began to run his tongue across her soft ass, licking from top to bottom, savouring every inch. Minutes passed, his mouth dutifully worshipping her, until he heard her moan softly—a signal to move closer to his real target.

      He teased her asshole with gentle flicks of his tongue, eliciting a series of satisfied purrs from her. With each sound, Gerry pushed deeper, sliding his tongue into her, as she revelled in his submission. He was fully consumed by the task, his body flushed with humiliation as he licked every part of her, utterly degraded at the mercy of this nineteen-year-old brat.

       Just when he thought the moment couldn’t become any more humiliating, Bianca’s phone rang. Without missing a beat, she answered it, her voice casual and carefree, as if her pet wasn’t worshipping her most intimately.

Bianca: “Well, if it isn’t Julia. What’s the gossip today?”

Gerry froze as he heard Bianca mention the name of his ex-wife Julia on the phone before he heard her unmistakable voice on the other end of the phone.

Julia: “Oh, just thinking about how unforgettable our little Gerry is. How’s the little pet performing these days, Bianca? Still living up to those, uh, tiny expectations in his pants?”

Bianca laughed out loud as she responded to Julia.

Bianca: “Let’s just say... I’ve had to lower the bar. And I mean way lower. I had to order an extra small chastity belt for Gerry’s little pee pee”

Gerry continued to stick his tongue several inches down Bianca’s asshole as she spoke to his ex-wife on the phone about how small his cock is.

Julia: I told you it was the smallest cock I have ever seen.

Bianca: Oh, trust me, Julia. It’s exactly what you said: a lot of nothing. The first time I saw it, I thought it was a joke. I almost asked if he was kidding.”

Julia: “Oh, honey, I’m surprised you didn’t burst out laughing right then. I had to practice keeping a straight face for years. And don’t even get me started on how bad he was in bed.”

Gerry was bright crimson in the face as he listened to his ex-wife tease and humiliate his performance in the bedroom and the size of his cock.

Bianca: “Oh, I can imagine. Two minutes of fumbling around, then that awkward sigh like he’s just climbed Mount Everest?”

Julia: Our Gerry was born to be a cuckold slave. He is a cowardly submissive with a tiny cock. We women deserve massive ten-inch cocks on strong muscular bodies like my new black bull, Dwight.

Bianca: Agreed! Gerry is only good for sucking cock, eating ass and cleaning up cum. Don’t worry, Julia. By the time I am finished with him, he will know his true place as a cuckold.

Julia: Fantastic! Make sure to keep him locked up in chastity for a few extra months for all the years I couldn’t feel his shrimp cock inside of me, and had to pretend to enjoy it.

Bianca: Absolutely! Let me know if you ever want to hold onto the chastity keys for a few weeks.

Julia: I think that would be appropriate at some point. I will have to chat with you later, Bianca. Several bulls just arrived to have an orgy with yours truly.

Bianca: Enjoy gal pal! I hope they fuck your brains out.

Julia: Me too! Bye!

       Gerry couldn’t believe he had to listen to his wife and Bianca degrade him while his tongue was several inches up Bianca’s asshole.

       After hanging up the phone, Bianca’s moans grew louder, her voice dripping with pleasure as Gerry’s tongue worked deep in her ass. She gripped the edge of the couch, her body tensing with every flick of his tongue, knowing she was getting closer and closer to the edge. Gerry, face buried between her cheeks, knew better than to break the rhythm—he had been trained well.

       Bianca's breathing became ragged, her hips grinding into Gerry’s face as she chased her release. After several more minutes of delicious torment, her body seized in a powerful, overwhelming orgasm. Her muscles tensed, and she let out a long, primal moan, her entire form shaking from the intensity of her pleasure.

       Gerry, still locked in his chastity belt, could only whimper softly beneath her. Precum leaked from his straining cock, pooling on the carpet as it throbbed uselessly against its restraints. He could feel the pressure building, the metal of the belt digging into his skin, but there was nothing he could do. His only purpose was to serve her, to bring her pleasure—his own needs didn’t matter.

       Bianca lingered in the afterglow for a moment, her breath finally steadying. Then, with a casual grace, she stood up and walked Gerry back to the corner of her room. She grabbed his chin, tilting his face upward as she spoke.

“Face the wall, and be quiet,” she commanded, her voice firm yet indifferent.

        Gerry obeyed, trembling as he turned toward the corner, staring at the blank wall, his mind swirling in a haze of humiliation and frustration. His body ached for release, but he knew it wouldn’t come. Not unless she decided it was time.

        Bianca, her focus already elsewhere, walked to her desk. She put on her headphones, the world outside her little bubble vanishing as she immersed herself in her studies. Gerry stood in silence, utterly forgotten, just another piece of furniture in her room. His presence only mattered when she wanted something from him, and right now, he was nothing—an object meant to be used and discarded at her whim.

        As he stared at the wall, Gerry couldn’t believe the depth of the degradation. She had reduced him to this—silent, obedient, and utterly powerless. His cock throbbed painfully in its cage, but all he could do was wait. Bianca would decide when, and if, he would be allowed any kind of release. Until then, he was nothing more than her plaything, a tool to satisfy her whenever she pleased.

       When Bianca finally removed her headphones and closed her laptop, she casually walked over to Gerry. Without a word, she commanded him to open his mouth, then placed a bright red rubber gag between his lips, silencing any protest he might have made. With a wicked smile, she led him to the bed, ordering him to lie underneath it. She secured his wrists and ankles to the four corners beneath her bed with cuffs, trapping him in place.

        Slowly, Bianca slid off her damp, red thong, the fabric slick with her arousal. She placed it over Gerry's nose and mouth, forcing him to inhale the intoxicating scent of her wet pussy.

       Gerry's cock immediately swelled against the unforgiving metal of the chastity belt, his body betraying his overwhelming arousal.

        Bianca noticed his reaction, smirking as she stood above him. "Enjoy your night, cucky," she said with a teasing lilt, before letting the bedsheets fall down, enveloping him in complete darkness.

       Gerry lay beneath her, helpless, his senses overwhelmed by the smell of her pussy juices pressed against his face. His cock strained painfully in the cage, every throb a reminder of how badly he wanted to release—but that was no longer his decision to make. He was just a toy, there for Bianca’s amusement when she wanted him and forgotten when she didn’t. The humiliation consumed him, making him more aroused than he had ever been in his life.

       As Gerry lay there, he heard the creak of the bedroom door opening, followed by the sound of multiple deep male voices. Panic surged through him. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear everything. He knew Bianca’s little games, but this was something new. Fear twisted inside him as he imagined what might happen if these men discovered him chained beneath her bed, gagged and bound like this.

       A few moments later, Gerry’s fears were confirmed. He heard the unmistakable sound of Bianca moaning, her voice muffled as she sucked on a large cock. The slapping sound of another man spanking her filled the room, and Gerry’s heart raced. He couldn’t believe what was happening—Bianca was having an orgy just inches above him, while he lay trapped beneath her bed, forced to endure every humiliating sound.

        His cock pulsed painfully in its cage, precum leaking from the tip as he listened to her loud, lustful moans. Every smack, every groan from the men, every cry of pleasure from Bianca only deepened his arousal and humiliation. He could do nothing but lie there, shackled and gagged, with her wet panties pressed to his face, his cock straining uselessly against its restraints.

        For the next few hours, Gerry was forced to listen as Bianca had sex with multiple men. Her orgasmic cries echoed through the room, the bed shaking above him as she let out wave after wave of pleasure. Gerry, meanwhile, was left in complete darkness, his body aching with arousal, his mind drowning in the degrading reality that he was nothing but a spectator—her toy, forgotten until she decided to use him again.

       The smell of her soaked panties filled his nostrils, keeping him in a constant state of helpless as his cock twitched within the chastity belt while her loud orgasms reminded him just how powerless he truly was.