I looked at Uncle Steve and asked if he wanted to ride along with me. He smiled and said yes.Mom said I looked very nice, then gave me the keys to th...e minivan to pick up the cake and the pasta. Uncle Steve and I left for the store. We were chatting about how it's been so long since he's been around. He asked about my boyfriend and why he wasn't here. I explained why he was out of town, then asked him if he had any new girlfriends. He said he has a few FWB's but that's about all. Mrs.. I mentioned how sore I was all the time, due to all the training. When he said that he was trained as a masseuse and could help me out, I thought, “why not.”Even after he said, “Why don’t you strip down and lay on the bed.” once we were inside his place, I still had no idea. Honestly, maybe he didn’t either, but looking back it seems as if he planned it all. Maybe, maybe not, it doesn’t really matter anyways. What happened next is all that matters.I layed on my stomach in only my boxer shorts.. Those spikes would dig into his flesh every time he got an erection. But more importantly, up until now, he didn't have a keyholder. He had not lived out his fantasy fully.Well, that was about to change.The next day, I dressed in fuck-me boots, a corset and a short leather skirt with nothing under it, put the key on a necklace, and went in early. There was still a possibility, however slim, that I had misunderstood what was going on. I had to confirm it. I put the necklace around my neck but. There were obvious difficulties with using a young girl to interpret because the technical dictionary is different from the normal everyday one but we managed, the girl was about 18 years of age, had just left school and was seeking a job, most likely at the factory because employment in the area was scarce and getting a job was a matter of who you knew rather than what you knew, she was tall and thin to the point of being skinny with long straight hair, very attractive, and fairly small to.