I have to hide

I hear the sound of the wooden floor creak from the corridor and hastily decide to hide inside the wardrobe. I open the sliding doors and jump in. Closing the door behind me I start mashing my way through her dresses till I reach the back wall. With my back against the wall I slide down to a sitting position.

I hear as she enters her room. There's a small gap between the sliding doors where I can see a mirror placed on the ground against the opposite wall. I hold my breath as she appears infront of the mirror. She looks to be only wearing a bathrobe and holding a phallic shaped object. She bends down and plugs the cord from the object into a socket close to the mirror. I shift uncomfortably as she walks closer towards to the wardrobe. Opening the other sliding door, I hear her rummage through multiple drawers.

Her bare feet thump against the carpeted floor as she walks back to the mirror. She steps in front of it and waits a couple of seconds before taking off her bathrobe. Her long naturally blonde hair flows down her petite frame reaching her mid back. I feel as my penis starts straining against the cage from watching her twisting and turning naked in front of the mirror. She slowly bends down and picks up the phallic shaped object. Opening it up she begins straightening her hair with it.

"So, are you just gonna keep hiding in there or are you gonna pull yourself together and get out here?" She asks quite assertively.

I feel a pit in my stomach as I know she's talking to me. Very awkwardly I crawl out from my hiding spot and stand up. She turns around completly naked and looks at me like it doesn't bother her one bit.

"And just what are doing snooping around in my wardrobe," she asks "looking for a new dress are we?'

Lost for words and not sure where to look I can only jammer out a few sensible words "I.. I... I.. you.. the... the.. key"

"The key?" She says making a face like she is pondering "ohh, the key for your little cage." She cant keep herself from laughing as she looks down at my crotch. The humiliation makes it feel like she is staring directly at it with some sort of x-ray vision.

"Yeah.. I don't have the key no more" she adds.

"What do you mean you don't have it!" I burst out suddenly capable of assembling sentences again.

"I gave it to Jason, for safekeeping."

"Who the fuck is Jason?" I say getting rather frustrated.

"Just a guy I'm dating. You should know him though. I'm pretty sure you had classes together."

Flashbacks from my time in high school flutter through my head. Jason a stereotypical jock who was one of my most active bullies. He and his friends would make my days at school a living hell. They would spread false rumors about me and occasionally steal my change of clothes during P.E. One time they even went as far to film me in the school showers. The video was shared to a lot of people and got me the nickname 'Teewee'.

.. And now he has the key for my chastity cage.