CHASTITY

The clicking of a lock transports us both to another world. The lines between our private and public lives blurred in ways imperceptible to others, but visceral to us.

The absent minded stroking of dangling keys. A slight pinch as you move in your seat. Constant reminders of our connection forcing us to snap back and forth between fantasy and reality as we resist the urge to drown ourselves in the intensity of our bond.

The ultimate display of trust and devotion - a deep mutual respect for our roles. Your unwavering belief that I know what is best for you. That this tool I wield is for your benefit - your potential realised as I provide you with a level of focus and restraint unachievable on your own.

I thrive too. The raw power that these keys symbolise - your manhood in my control, your complete acceptance of my leadership - fuels me in ways nothing else can. Both of us move through the world with a sense of ease and surety fortified by this choice.

There are many who don't understand. Who foolishly perceive the fastening of a padlock as a loss, when in reality it represents the ultimate in opportunity. You no longer have to fear failure. Your lack of self-restraint and willpower is overriden by my discipline. You can surrender.

I know how to motivate you, and I eagerly await those moments. You count down the hours to release, but time becomes imperceptible. I take your cage and your life in my hands, and I play with them both to my satisfaction. I watch you yearn, drip with desire, beg, plead... relent.

My favourite men are the chaste.