I'm far from my Keyholder, yet her grip on me remains tight.
I've been travelling, with a plastic lock in place of her steel one. I prefer
the steel, the finality of the lock, the key on her keychain. My chastity,
though, is not about my preferences. It is about hers. Truth is, I miss
her tremendously. I long for her teasing. Without it, I am just chaste
and disinterested. With her teasing, with her presence, I am in constant
reminder of what I am missing--and what I am giving to her. So, I await
my return, having logged more miles and more time in chastity. What I look
forward to is that the extra week I've been without her will make my
desire and love all the stronger.
Hers,
Keyholden
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