My Chastity Keyholding Introduction - Sex Stories

My Chastity Keyholding Introduction

... he looked at me, his softened eyes evincing real trust in sharing all that he had. This was indeed a pivotal moment in our association, a bonding moment, very natural and inevitable as time does its work on congenial human associations and develops them into friendships. And as often happens in these moments I couldn't find the right words to say, but I felt real earnestness in me as I returned his gaze.

"Wow! What a brave adventure you've embarked on! So, the real business is all very new?"

"Yes, that's exactly it. The real business has just begun, starting last night, as you know." (Darren smiling again)

This moment of trust now upon us prompted me to divulge that his text had led me to some online research last night and that I was initially surprised to discover how popular this kink was but the more I read about it the less surprised I became - learning about the appeal from both the man and the woman's perspective. This appeared to give Darren quite a start; his beautiful blue eyes brightened and widened as he took in a deep breath and then swallowed hard.

The conversation now reaching a clear endpoint, I smiled, stood up, and said, "So, do you feel like taking a look at this sink?" He laughed as he stood up and followed me into the kitchen. I wore black yoga pants and a beige long sleeve shirt that fit snugly but not overly tight. For the first time I wondered what Darren's eyes were about as he walked behind me into the kitchen. I also thought of the ...

... care that he must now take in regulating his male mind - keeping it on track for his own good and comfort.

That evening, I continued my online investigation about male chastity keyholding, exploring several well-maintained websites, some of which are very impressive. I searched hard for firsthand information from females, detailing the pleasure and power rush involved in holding the key to a man's locked chastity cage. I was gratified by discovering several accounts of women proclaiming a delectable rush of power in the complete ownership of a man.

I found myself looking down from my bedroom window, down at the casita where Darren must be inside and free to choose whatever dinner he wants to eat, free to pick up whatever book he might want to read, free to watch whatever program he's in the mood to watch - he might retain all such freedoms, but at present, Darren has no freedom at all concerning something of a far more intimate and personal nature. He can no longer choose to relieve his body when certain natural urges beckon him to do so.

And what seems even more humbling, he must have permission to fully extend himself as a man. Where does his mind turn when he considers the ability he had, not long ago, to feel the freedom and manly comfort of a full unrestrained erection?

The comfort he once felt in that freedom he surrendered to another human being, his keyholder, a woman, who may please herself with any form of comfort she desires.

Enraptured in a muse, ...