So I've recently introduced my wife to chastity play and we had an more extended go of it on vacation at the beach recently. I wore my Birdlocked most days and nights and was unlocked only for sex almost every night.

However, on our last night in the rental condo, our very young daughter had trouble going to sleep. One sure fire way to get her to finally sleep is to let her sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed and then move her once she's in a deep slumber. So that's what we did while we curled up on the couch and teased each other through a movie.

Late that night we've moved the daughter back to her room and I've just given my wife a full body massage for the last 45 minutes or so, culminating with several toys to bring her to the edge. She finally decides its time to unlock and reaches for the keys.....

...only to find they are not where she left them. It turns out she had been nervous about losing them so she put them on her night stand behind the alarm clock. Or so she swears. Thus begins almost a full hour of frantic searching under the bed, in the sheets, through all the drawers. We're both sure our daughter found them and did something with them before we fell asleep.

We check our daughter to make sure she does not have them in her hands or tucked into her pajama or pullup. No luck. We check her bed and between our room and hers to make sure they did not fall out of her grasp on the way to the bed. Still no luck. And so a new conversation begins - the "do you think she could have eaten them?" conversation all parents have at some point in their early parenthood years. At this point the mood is pretty much gone and we decide to wake her up to make sure she didn't. Only she's way too groggy to tell us anything more than "I did not eat keys".

Finally, and very reluctantly on my part, we decide to go to bed. My wife confesses to me that she already had one orgasm during the teasing and that I'll just have to suffer since I asked for it anyways. Thus ensues a lot of joking about our daughter trying to make sure we didn't have a third child while my wife continues to subtly tease me until we drop off to sleep.

The next morning our daughter still can't tell us where the keys are and I spend a frustrated morning at the pool still locked. We come up for an early lunch and I pack up the car while the wife feeds the kids so that we can drive home during their nap time.

On my return from the last trip to load up the car, my wife greets me at the door and gives me a passionate kiss and a subtle squeeze you know where. Then she shows me the keys and just says that I'll need to re-earn my release when we get home that night. I want to ask her if she deliberately hid them last night but I decide not to push my luck.

In the end, after a "well earned" release my wife tells me that she found the keys when she went to apply her makeup after coming in from our morning at the pool. It turns out our beloved daughter had somehow put the keys in my wife's blush compact which was on the vanity in the adjoining bathroom.

The little bugger.

- Wombat