THE KEY'S TO THE LOCKSMITH'S HEART

The Key to the Locksmith's Heart

Collected by Djian

(M/f - BDSM, nc, spank, anal, toys)
Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2000 12:10:01 -0500
From: zawackyj_1@hotmail.com (Zawackyj)
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WARNING: The following is a work of fiction depicting adult concepts
of sex and sexuality including BDSM and non-concentual sex. It is
being presented here on the understanding that this is an adults-only
(18+) forum and is not intended to be viewed by minors or anybody who
might be offended by the type of material presented. If you believe
you are either (a) not old enough (b) not mature enough (c) a minister
of any religous faith (d) a believer in any religous faith [Satanists
excepted] (e) a person who can't remember the days when sex was safe
and football wasn't, or (f) a web-tv user, you should not read any
further. You have been warned and the author takes no more
responsibility for your welfare.

This story was originally composed on an Atari computer and has been
converted for viewing on the net. While all care has been taken to
correct the formatting, less was taken with spelling and gramatical
errors. It is being presented "as is" in the hope that you might enjoy
reading it anyway. Comments may be sent to zawackyj@hotmail.com

THE KEYS TO THE LOCKSMITH'S HEART - CHAPTER 1/3

by Zawackyj

My wife Donna and I both love picnics in the woods. She because the
gentle peace and quiet relaxes her out of the usual state of insecure
anxiety she always seems to live in and me because, for some
inexplicable reason, the wildnerness always makes me fantasize about
doing the kinkiest things to her. Not that I don't enjoy her demure
sexual submission to me in the privacy of our bedroom, I do, and
occasionally I've even dropped subtle hints about how thrilling it
might be to play our bondage games outdoors, somewhere where there
might be a chance of a stranger catching us at it. I guess it would be
more true to say that the thrill of being caught in reality was more
my fantasy than my delightfully timid and modest wife's since I would
always be fully clothed in my fantasy and it would be she that was
naked, bound and embarrassed. However, I'd suspected for some time
that she secretly enjoyed the fantasy more than she was letting on.
With this in mind, I decided to act on a perverse impulse I had to
make my own fantasy come true and, not wanting to miss what might have
been my only opportunity to ever realize an even grander bizarre
dream, decided to invite an old friend of mine assist with the first
public humiliation of Donna.

In some ways it was my locksmith friend Hank who unwittingly gave me
the idea for my plan. He'd warned me about the possible dangers of
using cheap handcuffs long before he became a locksmith and even
longer even before I met Donna. 'Those ones with the clover-shaped key
are bad news,' he'd said with all the authority of a man who was so
obsessed with his love of bondage paraphenalia that he eventually
became a locksmith. 'They have a habit of fucking up on you when you
least expect it...they'll tighten themselves and then the key won't
work and whatever poor gal is locked in them will curse you like a
motherfucker!' That was Hank's explanation anyway and he'd never met
my lovely, docile wife Donna, so he didn't know she'd never curse me
like that. That was not Donna's style; she was too much of a lady,
albeit one who seemed to quietly revel in being the victim of
embarrassing incidents, but that's another story...

I'd kept in touch with Hank over the years, having him cut keys and
fix locks at various times and I was well aware he'd never lost his
interest in bondage or weird sex games even though we rarely ever
spoke about such things. When the time came, a few days before the
picnic in the woods Donna and I planned, I felt a rush of excitement
to be visiting Hank and telling him of my kinky idea. Naturally, as I
expected, he tried to warn me off buying the cheap handcuffs until I
told him of my plan. His eyes lit up and he even took it upon himself
to modify my plan slightly. As a bonus, he gave me a very nice pair of
heavy steel police issue cuffs for free saying that I could always
simply just pretend that the key doesn't work once Donna is locked in
them. 'You don't want to be using those cheap shit ones,' he'd said.
'If you use cheap ones and they tighten themselves, she'll panic for
sure and you might be forced to release her before you want. Besides,
if you cuff her hands behind her back, how the fuck is she gonna know
any different? Just rattle the key in the lock a few times and tell
her it won't open!' Hank had said, causing us both to roar with
laughter. I then spent a couple of minutes sketching a mud map of the
area I intended taking my unsuspecting wife, making sure he knew the
place and inviting him to arrive early so that he might be able to
take advantage of secretly watching everything right from the
beginning.

Hank only had one question. 'How far can I go with her?' he'd asked. I
have to admit that my response made me shiver with both perverse
delight and a sense of guilt that I was so fiendishly betraying my
sweet, innocent wife. 'How far do you usually go with girls that are
completely naked and totally defenseless?' I paused for a moment and
then threw all caution to the wind. 'I think you should do whatever
makes your cock hard...or should I say, force Donna to do whatever it
takes...' Hank grinned like a schoolboy when I said this, obviously
relishing the sound of the word 'force' as much as I'd deviously
enjoyed saying it. Still, I wanted to be sure he understood completely
what I was suggesting and added 'Stick to the plan to begin with. You
wait for my call...arrive a bit later and pretend to be surprised.
I'll go along with your act and make Donna think she has to do
whatever you say if she wants to be freed from the embarrassing
predicament I'll say she got herself into. I know her,' I reassured
Hank. 'She'll probably cum before you even touch her...once she cums,
make sure you make a fuss about it. It'll make her feel so guilty
she'll beg to be punished for it and I'll oblige her with a good
spanking, which will probably make her cum again. You can then fuck
her any way you like...in the cunt...in the mouth...make sure she
swallows your cum...' I remember saying, almost talking myself into an
orgasm of my own. 'How big is your cock?' I had asked and Hank boasted
about being hung like the proverbial horse. 'Good!' I'd said, meaning
what I said. 'In that case, make sure you fuck her in the ass...'

The days passed incredibly slowly between my meeting with Hank and the
trip up into the mountains with Donna. Saturday couldn't come fast
enough and I was being driven to distraction by the wild fantasies I
was having anticipating the day. Every now and then I'd discreetly
watch my wife and think how beautifully pure and innocent she was and
then almost cum in my pants as I thought about what I'd conspired with
Hank to do to her. At the same time, I had to be careful not to give
Donna the slightest hint of my perverted plan, not so much because
she'd immediately foil my plan, but because I had a feeling that, as
bizarre and inconceivable as it was, Donna would love the freakish
game every bit as much as me, as long as it came as a surprise. Maybe
not at first, but by the end of the day...

When Saturday came, I almost forgot about packing the picnic hamper
into the car, such was my enthusiasm to get going. It was difficult to
act naturally, especially when we finally arrived at the secluded
place I'd selected deep within the woods. There was still a bit of a
walk ahead of us to get to the actual picnic spot, but I 'd been
persuaded to make a slight change in the plan. I don't remember
whether or not Donna had suspected anything during the drive up the
mountain or whether she was simply excited by her own little fantasy
of the outdoor bondage I'd discreetly instilled in her mind over a
longer period of time, but she seemed quite highly aroused by the time
I reached my planned parking place and was giving me the little impish
look she usually reserved for the bedroom.

'Are we there yet?' Donna asked. I could tell from the bright sparkle
in her clear blue eyes and the little-girl-lost tone she used in her
voice whenever she was coyly hinting at anything sexual. Frankly, I
was caught completely off guard by it and feared my whole devious plan
might be ruined if she wanted to have sex in the car, like the times
before we were married. Attack seemed the best defence. 'I see,' I
said, seizing the opportunity to reveal the handcuffs. 'I know what to
do with naughty little girls like you...'

It was all part of the usual intimate game we played at home - Donna
provoking me with her charming act of complete innocence and me
playfully threatening her with punishment for not being as innocent as
she liked to pretend. It was all quite childish and I'd have been
embarrassed to have Hank hear it, but it was especially necessary if
my plan was to work. The sight of the thick, silver handcuffs clearly
surprised Donna, though she responded by merely wrapping her arm over
my shoulder and snuggling more affectionately against me. 'I'm going
to use these on you,' I continued my stern act and gently pushed Donna
back over onto the passenger seat.

'You are?' Donna replied, fluttering her eyelashes in a display of
mock innocence. I smiled to myself. Donna was so predictable, in a
charmingly sweet way, and as was her routine, she immediately began
toying with the small pearly buttons of her dress even before I'd told
her to remove it. That was my routine: Donna feigns a little protest
and I playfully demand that she strips naked. As was also predictable,
Donna started meekly questioning what would happen if somebody came
along and say her naked, except we weren't at home in our bedroom and
there was a real chance of her being seen. In fact, I instinctively
glanced around outside the car and hoped that Hank was watching. The
fact that Donna had no idea of this filled me with a thrill that raced
with my pulse and pounded heavily in my chest and deep in the pit of
my stomach. Outwardly, I remained silent and calmly in control as I
watched Donna writhing out of her modest dress. At home, that was
usually the easy part for her. For somebody with such an attractive
and shapely body, Donna is highly self conscious about being seen
nude, even by me, and the removal of her underwear was done quickly as
was usual, the delicate lace bra and panties being removed without any
kind of seductive ceremony, this part of our routine not usually
beginning until she's completely naked and is able to genuinely give
the appearance of being vulnerable with her hands covering her breasts
and bushy thatch of blonde pubes. 'I haven't got any clothes on...'
Donna finally said, demurely stating the obvious.

'Lean forward,' I whispered, gently pulling her hands away from the
modestly safe position she held them. I couldn't help but feel a
twinge of pity for my naïve young wife. Donna was so incredibly
trusting of me that she didn't even ask whether or not I had a key as
I cinched the heavy, sturdy steel manacles around her wrists. It
wasn't until after she twisted her hands, as if checking to make sure
she was completely helpless, before she asked whether I had a key, and
even then, I sensed she almost hoped I didn't, or at least, didn't
honestly want to know. However, if she'd been expecting me to confine
my unrestricted groping of her deliciously naked, unguarded body to
the car, asking her to get out of the vehicle clearly came as a
surprise.

'Why?' Donna asked. I could see she had reservations about stepping
outside, but I insisted and playfully teased that she was my prisoner
and she'd be punished if she didn't obey me. It was the kind of mock
threat that I knew aroused Donna. She protested like she usually did
whenever I threatened punishment, not because she really objected, but
because it was an enjoyable little part of our intimate role play. She
wanted me to think that she was unwilling knowing that this kind of
behavior encited me to add an element of seriousness to the punishment
when it finally came. 'But...somebody might drive past and see me...'
Donna was mumbling as she wriggled her naked, shackled body out of the
car.

'Yes, somebody might see you like this,' I couldn't help smirking as I
rounded the car to help Donna from the passenger seat. 'And, do you
know what?' I asked, feeling charged with excitement as I forced my
wife to stand out in the open a couple of feet from the car. She
appeared to get a kind of glazed look of sensual pleasure as she
waited for my next move. 'If somebody does drive past, you're not
going to have a chance to get dressed because I'm going to lock your
clothes in the trunk...' With that, Donna's jaw fell open and I could
see that she was starting to feel the apprehensive thrill I expected
as I gathered her clothes and threw them in the trunk. Even to me
there seemed to be a sadistic finality about the sound of the slamming
lid of the trunk reverberating around the quiet openness of the dirt
parking area. 'Now...let's get going, or should I hitch you to that
tree over there so that everybody who drives past can see you naked?'

It was a threat I hoped Donna didn't take seriously. Much as I felt
stimulated by the perversity of doing what I said, I was slightly
relieved when she rushed towards track into the woods. I followed a
short distance behind enjoying the sight of my wife's fleshy soft
buttocks jiggling provocatively as she trotted briskly into the
secluded sanctury of the woods. Her bare feet padded silently on the
leaf strewn track, barely making a sound and allowing me to listen
acutely for the sound of my friend hank who, I hoped, had a good view
of Donna and her unguarded nakedness. There was no sign of him, which
I thought was probably a good thing at this stage. So far, the bizarre
plan felt like it was going better than I could have anticipated.
Donna and I walked what seemed like miles before I told her to stop. I
smiled mischievously at her and reached for a thin branch of pine
which bowed down over the track. She seemed slightly breathless, not
just from the walk, obviously, but with what must have been a certain
knowledge of what use I intended for the cane I fashioned from the
branch. 'I told you I was going to spank you, Donna,' I said as I
whipped the cane through the air and snapped it against the leg of my
jeans. I didn't say anything, but even through the thickness of the
denim, the makeshift cane caused a sharp, stinging sensation. Donna
started to whimper quietly, making noises that long thin green stick
might hurt, which I had no doubt it would, but again I lapsed into my
playful domination role.

'Go on, turn around' I said, gently striking the side of Donna's left
thigh. She yelped, probably more as an act than real discomfort, so I
struck her twice more, each time a little harder until she was forced
to stand with her back to me. 'You like this, don't you?' I whispered
hotly on the backof my wife's neck and gently reached down with my
free hand to grope the bushy mound of her pubes. Donna immediately
closed her eyes and sighed, moaning more loudly when the tip of my
middle finger pressed into the warm, moist furrow of the apex of her
slit. There was no doubt to me that my wife could easily have been
aroused to orgasm right there and then, but I pulled my hand free when
I thought she was at the brink and left her to twitch her hips and
groan with lewd mumblings of disappointment. 'You're not going to get
off that easily!' I laughed, partly to tease my wife and partly
because it made me instantly think of the depraved things Hank would
no doubt soon be forcing her to do. Donna whimpered more loudly,
provocatively displaying her backside again as if discreetly imploring
me to hurry up with the punishment so that she might be allowed the
satisfaction of an orgasm.

Where I'd earlier felt some kindly remorse for Donna and her
unsuspecting innocence, her rising desperation to be punished
encouraged my sadistic streak and I lashed her pristine backside a
number of times until it glowed with red stripes and she yelped loud
enough to disturb some birds in a nearby tree. 'Somebody might hear
you,' I whispered before striking Donna's flinching cheeks hard enough
for the stinging sound to echo through the woods. It's something that
never ceased to amaze me about Donna. I couldn't have taken the
whipping I gave her and would have resisted violently long before my
backside was raised in welts. Yet Donna seemed to have a much higher
pain threshold, not that mine is really high at all. She'd once told
me that her bum was ' a soft, sensitive thing and couldn't take much
pain,' but the fleshy padding clearly was designed to withstand quite
a number of lashes. More than that, Donna's highly aroused state
obviously had something to do with her being able to endure the
twisted punishment I was dishing out and, for a moment, I was forced
to consider the possibility that she might orgasm simply from the
beating, and I didn't want this even if she secretly did.

'How does that feel?' I asked, dropping the pine crop and moving to
stand close behind Donna. I slipped my hands down and grabbed handfuls
of her soft, fleshy buttocks, manipulating her cheeks which I could
feel from the heat radiating out, were burning with the lingering
sting of the whipping. Donna usually resisted any attempts for me to
touch the sensitive ring of her anus but, unexpectedly, she almost
thrust herself back onto my thumb when I started gently probing the
warm, moist crater between her cheeks. It was a definite sign to me
that she was well and truely ready to fuck, but I had to control
myself knowing that there would be plenty more to enjoy before this
ultimately happened. Still, I couldn't stop myself from pressing my
hand up against the unfurled lips of Donna's pussy to coat my fingers
with the slippery slime of her pre-cum juices, which I smeared against
her puckered anus. 'If you get too excited, I'm going to have to
punish you some more,' I said, gently applying pressure with the tip
of my thumb against Donna's slightly lubricated anus until the rubbery
seal broke.

Donna moaned loudly and arched her back, climbing onto tiptoe as my
thumb slipped easily into her ring. I could feel her weight sinking
onto my rigid thumb and knew she was deliberately impaling herself,
groaning and moaning more and more loudly until I could easily reach
her clit with my fingers of the same hand as my thumb fucked her
deeply. It was a fascinatingly new experience with my wife and I had
an almost uncontrollable urge to give her the orgasm she so obviously
and desperately needed. I reached with my other hand for Donna's
swollen, firmly erect nipples and pinched one roughly until her naked
body tensed and shuddered in my hands. I warned her quietly not to
orgasm, which was a bit of a mistake, because just mentioning it
seemed to send her into a shuddering fit of pleasure. But, luckily
enough, I found the strength to pull my hands away from her clit and
nipple before she had the chance to orgasm properly and left my thumb
buried deeply for a few more moments before withdrawing that as well.
Besides, it was clear that Donna might be ready for something I'd
wanted to do to her for years.

'Stand still,' I said as I took a large plastic buttplug from the
pocket of my jacket. Donna was still a bit delirious from the orgasm
she nearly had and seemed to have no trouble accepting the first inch
or so of it into her tender crater of her anus. There was some
resistence with the next inch, which flared widely and brought an
sudden anguished plea for me to stop as it stretched my wife's
virginal ring. 'Move your hands!' I commanded when she feebly tried to
push my firmly pressing hand away. It was bluff on my part and I
seriously believed Donna wouldn't obey, but to my surprise, she did,
though not without gasping and groaning every inch of the way. Once
past the broadly flared middle of the large dildo, the inch-long
tapered base felt like it snapped into place, the lack of any real
lubricant probably locking the obscene plug deeply in my wife's bowel.

'It's so big!' Donna panted breathlessly, almost stumbling and falling
before eventually regaining her balance enough to cautiously stand
erect again. I wanted to whip her ass again, to watch her buttocks
flinch against the lashes and clench the large buttplug more tightly
in her ring, but time was quickly marching on. It was difficult for me
to comprehend exactly what Donna was feeling, except from the way she
went silent, I suspected that the huge bulge of plastic lodged in her
back passage tortured her with every step she took. Donna obediently
started walking again, deeper into the woods, and closer to the
perverse encounter I'd secretly arranged. It was both fascinating and
highly arousing to watch from behind the way Donna's body adapted to
the invasive monster I knew was buried deeply in her stretched ring.

The fact that it must have been extremely uncomfortable to walk and
that she wasn't complaining filled me with a peculiar respect for
Donna. I was torturing her and she was taking it all without any real
complaint. The only explanation I could think of was the pain of being
buttfucked as she walked must have been similar to the pain of the
whipping and, if endured long enough, could itself set off an orgasmic
reaction.

It wasn't much further to the small clearing I knew was at the end of
the track through the woods and Donna was clearly exhaused by the time
we arrived there. 'Why don't you take a seat and relax for a bit?' I
suggested, sounding concerned but grinning deviously knowing Donna
would have to sit on the buttplug if she chose to sit at all. To my
complete amazement, Donna glanced quickly around and, having spotted a
large, flat rock on the edge of the clearing, slowly made her way over
to it and carefully sat down. I could tell from the twisted expression
on her face that sitting was an extremely painful task, but still
Donna lowered her bare buttocks onto the large, flat rock, grimmacing
until it appeared as if she'd finally settled uncomfortably with the
massive dildo impaled deeply into her backside. She'd never looked so
desirable as she did at that moment; completely naked down to the tips
of her red glossed, neatly pedicured toes; hands shackled
defencelessly behind her back, sitting straight with her pert breasts
thrust forward, the dark pink circles of her nipples still stiff with
some kind of perverse arousal; and knowing that her virgin anus was
stuffed full with a dildo as large as any man's cock. Add to that the
fact that her clothes were a half hours walk away back locked in the
trunk of the car, and that Hank was surely watching everything from
secret vantage point, and I almost came myself. I stood gazing
silently at Donna for a long while. She had her eyes closed and
appeared to be meditating as she took in the warm rays of the spring
sunshine on her nude, shackled body. It was time, I thought, and I
slowly walked over to her and readied myself to put the next stage of
my perverse plan into action...

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