There was an incident at work the other day which I thought was worth a mention.
One of the female supervisors, Jenna, had to make an adjustment to the HVAC thermostat settings. At work, our thermostats have those plexiglass covers over them which lock with a key.
I watched as Jenna walked to the office to fetch the key from its secret hiding place. Company policy forbids me from touching the key.
I watched as she turned the key and removed the plexiglass cover.
Unfortunately I was distracted by the task at hand and wasn’t looking when she replaced the cover and re-locked it. I was really mad at myself for missing that.
This awakened long-suppressed feelings of submission within me. I was beginning to feel sexually aroused, knowing that she can change the settings, but I can’t. I noticed that my heart was starting to beat a little harder and faster. My breathing was getting deeper.
I should like to add that Jenna is many years younger than I.
The next time I work with Jenna, I’m going to wear my chastity belt to work, and ask her if she would mind putting my keys in the plexiglass thermostat box and locking it in my presence. If she asks me what the keys are for, I suppose I will have to tell her.
Having my keys under seal, at work, with my work supervisor holding the key is kind of a two-fer, or maybe a three-fer. It combines several different fantasies into one.
I may at some point wish to have my keys kept in the lockbox overnight, though I don’t think we’re nearly there yet. If I do that, I would need to attach a note to the keys saying that they are mine and should not be discarded.
It occurred to me only later that a locking thermostat cover and a chastity belt are roughly equivalent in concept: you’re putting a cover over something to prevent unauthorized access.
