Forgot the keys [mm]

Not strictly today, but still a good one.

Me and my former other half had been together a few years now, in the bedroom and other aspects of life we wouldcengage in a domination type relationship, he tending to take the lead and be the controlling one.

We both saw other men on the side, with each others knowledge and permission, often with each other joining in.

About 3 months ago we split

So over the past few weeks I’ve been meeting with a guy I met off Grindr, at first he seemed a good guy. Not exactly a dream boat; in fact he was about 5 ft 5 tall and wore a 48″ waist trousers. But he was a nice guy, enjoyed the same things as me, was good company and most importantly – had a huge cock.

We met a few times, had some illicit meets in some questionable locations but our meets had run there course and it fizzled out.

After a few weeks though, he got back in touch saying he liked my company and wished to see me again. I hopped in the car almost immediately and saw to his needs and got my thrill out of it.

Fast forward some meetings later we’re going strong, I’ve let him step up the amount of bondage he puts me in and told him to stop using a condom and that his friends can join in.

Last weekend comes, I went around to his and took some bondage gear with me for him to use (hand cuffs, toys, spreader bar – quite vanilla stuff), he gets me tied up and we do our thing.

Happy days.

When packing my items up, of course I did remember to pack the correct keys to open the items after we used them.

So here I am, naked and spread eagle on his bed. Stuck as he gets his fill over and over. His mates come and do the same.

So he calls my former partner who I was still sharing a house with at the time to see if he will bring the keys over. Trouble is he has headed away on a pre-planned business trip for 2 nights and new guy doesn’t drive. I don’t want his mates to go to my house and get keys as I don’t know them, my TV is better in my house not nicked and for sale on Facebook. And the cuffs themselves are heavily duty ones – not some cheap sex shop flimsy things.

Plus it’s getting to Monday morning and I have work, so I had to ring up and put on my best sick voice.

Fast forward to late Monday afternoon, my former partner back from his trip eventually comes with correct set of keys to free me, ending 72 hours of being tied to a bed.

TL:DR; wrong keys, lots of naked and lots of sex

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dijzjd/forgot_the_keys_mm