My Dream of a Keyholder Who Never Lets Me Out

I’ve had this fantasy for as long as I can remember — being locked, really locked, with no escape. Not “oh, maybe I’ll be free on Friday” locked… I’m talking forever.

In my dream, my keyholder isn’t the teasing, on-again-off-again type. They’re firm. Unshakable. The key is theirs, the control is absolute, and the idea of release? Not even on the table. It’s not about punishment or cruelty. It’s about the deep, addictive thrill of knowing I’m permanently theirs.

Picture it: I’m wearing a snug, unyielding stainless steel cock cage. It fits perfectly — no pinching, no chafing, but no way out either. Weeks turn into months. My body starts to forget what freedom even feels like. That little “what if” of escape fades, replaced by a strange, blissful acceptance.

A true, never-let-me-out keyholder doesn’t slip up. They don’t lose the key. They don’t get soft. They lock, they smile, and they mean it. Every time I feel the cage, it’s a reminder — not of what I’m missing, but of who owns me.

That’s the dream. And honestly? The thought of it is more satisfying than release could ever be.

If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like, start small. Find a device that really fits, one you can wear without constant irritation. Test yourself with longer lock-ups. See if you’re ready for a keyholder who plays for keeps — because once you find them, there’s no going back.