Two weeks passed with no real talk between Darren and I, which was typical enough but I'll admit to having hopes of more frequent communication. I sensed an emerging friendship between the two of us and I wanted that to continue. I also wondered if he was still locked in a chastity cage for his online mistress but life went on, with him doing his thing and me mine.
About one month after Darren had worked on my kitchen sink, he texted me, asking for a ride into town so that he could pick up his car from a tire shop. A friend of his had given him a ride home earlier but wasn't able to help him later in the day. I told him it was no problem at all for me as I needed to go into town anyway. We left around four pm in my car and chatted casually about work and such on the way into town. When I dropped him off I asked him if he'd like to come over for dinner later on and he said that he'd love to and that he'd be over around seven.
Chicken stir fry with lots of veggies is what I decided upon and Darren knocked on the door right at seven. We had an enjoyable time talking about recent hikes and catching up on town gossip; and the stir fry turned out really well.
I had hoped that Darren would bring up the subject that was responsible for moving our association onto the path of friendship but my hope waned as nine o'clock rolled around and there was no mentioning of it.
Silence fell on us in the living room and we could hear coyotes howling not far off. We chose to take a walk down the long dirt driveway; stars were coming out in abundance and the coyotes could be heard running in the huge mountain meadow where my home and property sit at the southern end of.
The dark night air and stillness of the surrounding wilderness may have played on Darren's mind prompting him to ask if I was curious about how his 10 day commitment went. Finally I'll learn more, I thought; I wasn't going to bring the subject up as I felt I had left that door open for him previously by mentioning that I had read up on chastity and keyholding. I'm sure he reckoned that my curiosity was there. Naturally, I asked him to please go ahead and tell me how everything went.
We had walked slowly to where the long driveway meets the main road and had turned back to the house. Darren was telling me that his ten straight days of wearing a chastity cage were successful and that the experience had been good but also full of ups and downs and such twisting of thoughts and emotions that at times he felt like giving in. He was so calm and straightforward as he was telling me this; I didn't sense any of the nervousness he had before when we talked about his chastity.
"What was the most challenging part of it for you?" I asked.
"My sexual frustration increased day by day and that was tough. My keyholder would send me erotic photos of herself, some with captions about how much my denial pleased her. She's beautiful and these images got me pretty worked up, but without a doubt, the nighttime and morning erections made for the most difficult part. I slept very poorly for the first few nights."
"And your keyholder did not allow you a single orgasm for the whole ten days, is that right?"
"That's exactly right. It was unbearably frustrating at times, I couldn't have lasted much longer."
"That sounds awful, Darren. You must have benefitted somehow, otherwise why put yourself through all of that? I would like to know."
"Well, I'll just tell you this candidly - being sexually owned by a beautiful woman satisfies a submissive tendency I have. Sexual humiliation plays an arousing role as well. I've always had this tendency, since very early on, but I've never had an opportunity to explore it; I saw online keyholding as an opportunity to do just that."
"And the ten day period ended and that's it? You had had enough I suppose?"
"I made it through the ten days, frustrated beyond belief. She asked if I wanted to commit to another ten days after a period of release, or perhaps commit to a longer period of time. I told her that I would gladly do it again but not straight away. These professional Dommes aren't holding keys for free, ya know." Darren laughed adorably when he said this bringing a big smile to my face.
"Did you feel owned by her? How was it to live out your fantasy?"
"It was good and exciting overall. I felt somewhat sexually owned, yes. But it wasn't as amazing as I thought it could have been. Maybe it wasn't a perfect fit between she and I, I don't know. I'm sure I'll give it another go, at some point, we'll see."
We walked on slowly and I pondered on the ease in which we were having this conversation. No doubt the mutual attraction we had for each other helped in that regard.
"I'm glad that you feel comfortable sharing all this with me, Darren. I find all of it most interesting. I feel like it's my turn to share, would you like to hear some secrets of mine?"
"I was about to say, enough about me, I'd love to hear about your secrets, Lauren. Please go on."
We had reached the porch of my house and had taken seats on the two chairs I had out there. The night had grown darker and I turned the outside porch light off so that a softer light from inside the house, passing through a window, shown onto the side of the porch opposite from where we sat. I moved my chair a little closer to his before I began.
"I'm glad you went first; after all you've told me, I don't expect that you'll find this too odd. You see, Darren, I have quite a strong sexual disposition, probably more so than most women but it's not something I advertise, by the way I dress for instance. I'm a very private person and I don't like to invite attention, certainty not in that way."
"I've grown more and more comfortable satisfying my desires on my own as I've gotten older. For years now it's been the way I much prefer. I've had several past relationships but I'm enjoying my single life immensely right now and I don't want any complications to get in the way of that."
"My arousal very often centers on the theme of consensual sexual domination with me as the dominant. I'm deeply aroused by the sexual subjugation of one person under the absolute power of another; you might say that I'm smitten by this dynamic although most of the sort of scenes this might bring to mind have been played out only in my imagination."
"Also, I have no desire to wear the typical Domme outfits - black boots and all of that stuff, wielding whips and paddles and such; to each their own, certainly, but dungeons and pain are just not my thing."
Darren responded, "well, this sure explains why you were interested in learning more about keyholding. Ha! And I hear you loud and clear concerning the outfit thing, by the way. Now let me ask you this, have you had any thoughts of taking a personal involvement in keyholding?"
"This is the remarkable thing - I can't believe I've only learned about keyholding recently, through you, I might add. I do have some experience from past relationships with denying men orgasms but men have such a hard time controlling themselves (both of us laughing). Now the chastity cage idea breathes real life into this though, if the cage works - if the cage is secure and is not a health risk for the chastened man."
"Oh, a cage can work but it's more of a psychological security measure - a reminder if you will. If it fits properly then escape might be difficult but a typical cage can be removed if someone is really determined to get it off. I felt more committed to my keyholder with the cage on and never actually considered cheating by removed it without permission, so it definitely worked."
"I only removed it once in ten days, as instructed, to clean myself more thoroughly than can be done with the cage on - although metal cages do allow for fairly good cleaning even while being worn in the shower. Personally, I'm not too concerned about any risks to health."
There fell a comfortable silence on the porch. The stage could not have been set more perfectly. I broke the silence by addressing Darren's previous inquiry more directly. "If these cages work as well as you say, and are safe, then I'll admit to being quite intrigued and interested in trying my hand at keyholding."
