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My Chastity Keyholding Introduction

... suppose you could say we stood somewhere between acquaintances and friends. Certainly, we chatted often as we lived next door to each other, and he had been over for dinner a couple of times, but I knew little of his personal life and he knew little of mine. There was no evidence of a girlfriend or significant other as he had never mentioned anything about this sort of thing, and I hadn't noticed a female or anyone else other than what appeared to be a male friend or two coming over to visit occasionally.

As for myself, I've been happily single for several years after the rough ending of a long relationship with a man I cared for deeply. I still thought of him occasionally but in no way missed being in a relationship. I have a very active outdoor life in a beautiful mountainous environment which keeps me feeling (and of course I like to think I look) young and fit. I have a precious cat, yoga class, and a satisfying solo sex life assisted by certain toys and my own vivid and fully satisfactory imagination. At 45 years of age, I've come to a peaceful place in life. After some success in the real estate field and happening on an incredibly good deal with this property, I'm pleased to say that I have no financial troubles.

The morning passed slowly with some remote work being done on the computer and as I previously mentioned, I intended on asking Darren if he would look at the sink, but I couldn't bring myself to text him about it.

Alas, I stopped to give this some ...

... real thought. He and I would eventually speak; this really isn't a big deal, I kept telling myself. It will just be a bit awkward at first now that I know about that part of his body which makes him a man, likely being confined to some variety of cage which is likely secured with a lock that he likely cannot open. It's no big deal really. Nonsense, it was entirely too much, I honestly couldn't stop thinking about it. And it made me nervous - nervous because I found the thought of his confinement so exquisitely intriguing if not arousing.

I knew at this point that I would have to ask him about it; the ice must be broken on the subject. There would be no way for me to go on interacting with my tenant, on any level, and at the same time affect that I had pushed this revelation out of my mind - it would be most unnatural. I couldn't bear trying to do that.

This wouldn't be easy but after all Darren and I had always gotten along perfectly well, and I can't deny one or two ephemeral thoughts occurring in the past year suggesting a harmless spark might have flashed between us even though I'm ten years older than him.

I texted him, simply asking, hey, I've got a draining issue with the kitchen sink, hoping you have time to look at it today?

He responded with, yes, is this afternoon, ok? I sent back a casual thumbs up and asked that he shoot me a text a little before coming over.

He texted that afternoon and knocked on the door ten minutes later. When I opened the door, we ...