A Keyholder’s Love Letter to His Locked Sub

I wrote this letter for the one who wears my key around their body, not on a chain but in the form of a locked cage. It’s more than steel or silicone—it’s a promise we both agreed to.

My love,

Every time I hear the click of the lock, I feel closer to you. I know it’s tight. I know you’re aching sometimes. And I also know that ache is proof you chose to surrender. That’s not weakness—it’s the strongest thing you’ve ever given me.

When I keep the key, I don’t just control your release. I’m holding your trust, your patience, your longing. And I take that seriously. You’re not just my sub; you’re my partner in this strange, thrilling game we play.

I love how you blush when you remember the cage under your clothes. I love how your eyes soften when you realize you can’t reach yourself without me. And most of all, I love that you gave me the choice to decide when your pleasure comes—or doesn’t.

Don’t think of this as a punishment. Think of it as a love letter written in metal. Every lock, every denied orgasm, every quiet night when you can’t fall asleep because you feel caged—those are all reminders: I’m here, I’m in control, and I adore you.

Until I turn the key again, stay patient. Stay mine.

Forever locked, forever loved.

—Your Keyholder