Mr Sarkosian's Chastity Chapter 1

Mr Sarkosian was a mild mannered sexual pervert who took every opportunity to gross out and make passes at the women in his building. Mr Sarkosian you see was a maintenence man, with keys to every apartment and even the boiler room in the basement. He wasnt well liked at all by hardly anyone, not that he really had any redeeming qualities since ive known him. Most people I know try not to call him to fix anything in their apartment. He just gives off all kinds of freaky vibes. But one day this would all change and his wife would discover a more attentive honest and genuine husband. All this would be thanks to me, you see.

It was a warm Spring day and I was relaxing on my couch watching old horror movies on channel three. I had started to doze off but the sound of a key turning in the door woke me fully. I sat up bewildered as I watched Mr Sarkosian trying to slip quietly in the door.I wondered what he was up to as I slinked down trying not to be noticed as I watched him walk around my apartment. He pulled out a few drawers in the living room desk. When he whirled around he spotted me on the couch hunkered down. He came over and sat down beside me just barely touching the blanket covering my thighs.

I had  had enough. I jumped up from the couch and ran into my bedroom and shut the door. he was quickly behind me knocking on the door and apologizing trying to get me to open the door which I had smartly locked behind me. I grabbed the device from my bedside table. I opened the bedroom door and breezed past Mr Sarkosian, who at 45 wasnt that much of a slouch to begin with. I sat back down on the couch and he stood before me profusely apologizing once again. 
I presented the device to him and he laughed. "Surely, you dont expect me to put that thing on, do you?" With a stern look, I removed the keys and once again offered it to him. he laughed and said a dismissive "no". I offered it to him again with the bit of advice that unless he wants his wife to know what an ass he has been to the women in the building he will put it on without any more fuss.

He thought I was joking until I picked up the phone and dialed a number. I addressed the person on the other end of the line as Mrs. Sarkosian. I faked looking for her husband for a repair to my shower. She said she would let him know I needed him to repair or replace it and with that I hung up. I saw him swallow hard as I once again offered him the device.Mr Sarkosian tried to get out of it by feigning ingorance as to how to put the device on his pathetic dicklet. I instructed him to drop his pants around his ankles. He fidgeted with his belt like a horny virgin 18 year old. I had to laugh and im sure that didnt help, but I couldnt resist.

I struggled a bit getting it on his stupid excuse for a penis, but it soon got on there and he looked terrified, which is a look I love on men.I took the keys and locked it. I sat back and told him to get dressed. Told him he looked disgusting with his pants down and for once I saw him wince as if he was in pain. At this, I had to smile and giggle. I could only guess at the confusion his poor pathetic penis was in. Until that moment I hadnt wondered if he was regularly intimate with his wife but im guessing at the number of complaints Ive heard about he wasnt, but either way im good ive belled that bastard tom cat. Now he was left to explain to his wife a plethora of excuses he had to come up with as to why he couldnt have sex with her, but actually pleasuring her was another story that he had to consider.

Mr Sarkosian stood before me with his head bowed, just as he should to a superior who has just taken ownership of what real men refer to as a cock. I took off my heart locket necklace and slipped the tiny keys onto it. I shoved it in his face before putting it back on. I told him he could go. Just as he was approaching the door to leave he turned and started to say something. I stopped him mid vowel and shushed him. "dont worry, you might get out...someday." I laughed as I watched him disappear on the other side of the door and pulled it slowly closed. I wondered should I keep the keys or actually give them to his wife...well for now, they were staying with me.......