My Chastity Keyholding Introduction - Sex Stories

My Chastity Keyholding Introduction

Hi, I'm Lauren and this is my story of discovering male chastity, keyholding, and a unique friendship.

The initial response I had to a certain text message I received from a tenant of mine was one of complete mystification. It was around 8:30 in the evening, and I had just asked him via text if he might be around the house the following morning. I'll share with you now his immediate response exactly as it appeared in my message inbox: Mistress, I consent to the complete surrender of my sexuality, my orgasms, including my genitals - I abdicate ownership of these things and surrender them completely to you as my Mistress and keyholder for a period of 10 days.

Several bewildered seconds passed, and I received another text from him saying: OMG, that was meant for someone else, I'm so sorry!

I was quite relieved to have confirmation that I was not the intended recipient of that text, but very soon after, I became undeniably fascinated by it. I read it again and again. What is going on here? Keyholder?

I immediately consulted Google and was surprised to find an ocean of clues after seeing the results of Mistress Keyholder rendered from the search. Curiosity became interest, and interest gave way to a quivering excitement! I read late into the evening, exploring several many websites, and eventually drifted off to sleep accompanied by sweet, dreamy thoughts of a delicious and shocking power exchange that must pulse at the heart of my recent discovery - ...

... keyholding.

I'm usually up at dawn but that morning I awoke to the sun's brightness turning the light orange shades of my bedroom window into a brilliant glow. Crawling out of bed, I walked over to the window, opened the shades, and shielded my recently awoken eyes from the sun. I looked down from my second story window at the casita next door. My mind, not fully awake, struggled to acknowledge the unexpected information I was inadvertently given last night by Darren, the man renting the casita I was looking down upon.

Darren was in his mid-thirties, attractive, and had a decent job managing a small public transportation operation at a nearby ski resort here in southern Colorado. He began renting the casita from me about a year ago and had been a wonderful tenant. I offer him reduced rent at times, if any lite work be needed on or around my house or the casita. The text I sent him last night was to inquire if he'd be around in the morning to look at my kitchen sink, which hasn't been draining properly. Needless to say, I got a bit sidetracked on this inquiry due to the text message he mistakenly sent me. Now, as I continued to look down on the casita, still shielding my eyes and unable to see the snow-covered mountains towering behind and above the property, questions began flooding my mind and my pulse noticeably quickened.

Darren was an unassuming but sharp and capable man in his mid-thirties. Athletic, skied and hiked a lot, and like me, seemed to spend a lot of time alone. I ...