Delivery

"Is that it?" Emily asked me, seeing me carrying the box into the study we shared; we were both working from home that day. 

"Yes," I said, having seen the Amazon notice pop up on my lock screen notifying me what was delivered.

"God, I'm so excited," she smiled, "I'm glad he approved."

She talked about it with Evan who didn't just approve, but happily approved. "She realizes it might be on longer than usual," she said he asked.

We talked about that and it reminded me of something I read online, the difference between permanent chastity and indefinite chastity. When we started our chastity journey, things were definitely...definite. Like I was caged for a set amount of time...a day...a week...a month.

We gradually moved to longer periods of me being caged, but they were often with a set end date.

But things are now different. Not permanent but indefinite. 

It's kind of like her allowing me inside her. I'm not "banned", she didn't say never, but there's no promise, no end date.

The same with chastity. She never said the cage is permanent, but it could be anything from weeks or months to eternity. The mood may strike her (or less likely him) but there is no promise, I have no expectations. It wasn't made permanent, so I know there's a chance I'll be released (and released), but I have no idea if or when.

No promises.

Just indefinite chastity.

"No matter which one of us controls the keys, there is plan for release," she said.

"I know," I said.

"Even if he lets me have them back in the Spring, I don't make any promises about release before he's back in charge," she said.

"I know that, too," I said.

"It could be months...it could be years...it could be never. That's up to him...or me...no promises."

"I just don't want it to be permanent," I told her, "that's too...final. Even if I'm happier this way...I mean, I am...day to day."

"Do you know how to set it up?" she asked.

"Yes," I told her. "I read how."

"And once he's got the app and the code?"

"He can change it remotely and only he'll have the ability to open it going forward."

"Where are you going to put it?"

"I thought in the closet on the wire shelf next to my lingerie dresser. Once it's locked on, it stays there; like a reminder every morning and evening."

She smiled. "Set it up," she said.

I did, coordinated access to the app with him, came back to the study. 

"All set?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes," I said, "once the keys are in there and we close it, he'll change the code and have sole access."

"Let's go take care of it," she said.

"Now?" I swallowed, expecting her to do it this evening.

She looked at me. "He's in charge, Sara, this isn't a game. I mean, it's totally a game, but we promised him the keys last week. Come on."

We walked to the bedroom, to the closet, the lock was open, wrapped around a wire bar next to my dresser. She had the keys in her hand, handed them to me. "Here, you do it," she said, pulled out her phone.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"I'm texting him as soon as it's closed so he can take charge," she said.

I took a deep breath, closed the keys in the container. Emily read as she typed. "We just put them in the lock and closed it so you're back in charge of them...of us."

"God," I whispered.

"He's texting. Good, this is how things should be."

"Em..."

"I know...you want to play with it tonight?"

"What?" I asked.

"My boyfriend's cock? It's that time of the month so it will be just you...but I think it's an appropriate way for you to thank him...giving him a nice sensual blowjob. Even if in abstentia."

I nodded, afraid to talk, struggled. "He..."

"He's into girls, love, you know that, but between you and me, any time I see your pretty lips on that dildo, on his cock, I get all tingly inside."

"You're bad," I said.

"And you love it," she answered.