When I woke up that Saturday morning, I made a bowl of cereal and opened up Grindr. The moment I did, I was yet again bombarded with messages and taps from several different guys who were clearly all soldiers. Half of the guys that messaged me sent dick pics (of course), and the other half acted like they just wanted to chat. Yeah, right.Well, I figured I’d change my display name and make my profile picture a little more enticing. I took a picture I was certain wouldn’t set off the mods, one mostly just showing off my surprisingly big ass, clothes in a jockstrap. I made my new display name “need keyholder” and left it at that.My bio read something along the lines of, “I’m looking for an experienced keyholder/master to help guide me through chastity since I’m brand new to it. Serious, professional messages only. We can get dirty when I trust you more.”I sat and waited, and after a few minutes, I got a message. I opened the app up again and to my surprise, I think I may have found exactly what I was looking for. A real man’s man, twenty-eight years old, six-foot-two, broad shoulders, chiseled muscles, tan skin, and oddly enough, his hair was greying prematurely— something I found quite attractive actually.His message read as follows, and I quote:”Hello. My name is Michael, I’m actually only a specialist and this is my first duty station too, since I just got out of AIT. I see you’re looking for a master or a keyholder, and given my experience in BDSM, I think I can be both for you. I understand if you don’t want any pictures yet, but I am quite hung if it matters to you. You’d be the third person I’ve helped guide through chastity, but I have the sneaking suspicion you might be the most memorable. May I ask your name and what limits you have in regards to BDSM?”Well, Michael here seemed serious enough, so I figured I’d give it him a chance. I couldn’t lie, I was curious to see what he was packing, but all in due time. “Hey Michael, my name is Kai. Thank you for responding to my request. I’m actually pretty vanilla, and my biggest overall limit is bondage. I just can’t do it. If that’s a deal-breaker, I’m sorry for wasting your time, but that’s the one thing I cannot compromise for both of our sakes. And while I would love to see what you have, I like the mystery of not knowing all the better. If you’d like to talk on a more stable platform, here’s my Kakao.”I sent him a QR code of my Kakao account so he could message me. In Korea, given the KATUSAs (Koreans Augmented to US Army) used it so much, nearly all of the soldiers used KakaoTalk too.Within a few moments, I had gotten a ping on Kakao and opened it up. “Hey Kai, it’s Michael. I’m glad you’re as interested as I am. And don’t worry, bondage isn’t for everyone and it’s certainly not a deal-breaker. If you’d like to meet up, I’ll be at the Dong-Jong-Ri gate at 1800, and we can walk down to a wonderful KBBQ place. Sound good?””Absolutely! You’ve made a good impression, so I’ll see you there,” I responded. I set my phone down, letting out a deep sigh, shaking my head. ‘What am I getting in to?'”Good. Bring all of isvecbahis your keys, or no deal. Your first step into this new world is to trust me. Answer with ‘yes or no, sir.’ If you choose to say ‘no, sir,’ explain yourself.” Woah. That was unbelievably forward, and my heart was suddenly pounding like a drum in my chest. I was unsure what to respond with, since I had my emergency in a locked box and a limited supply of plastic number locks. I texted back, “No, sir. I can’t bring both keys. One is in a lockbox with a numbered lock, and that’s for emergencies only. Do you want a pic?”There was no response for a few minutes, and for every second that went by, my heart would beat harder and harder, and my prick would begin to swell inside of its prison. The anticipation was killing me, and I had no idea if I had just ruined my opportunity at finding the perfect first keyholder. At last, my prayers were answered, and he said, “Yes. Send a pic now of the box and your cage. Tick tock.” I jumped up from my recliner and bolted to my desk to snap a quick photo of the lockbox and sent it. Shit! The cage!! I held up my junk by the balls, my open palm supporting the hefty weight of my titanium dick and took the picture, sending it as fast as I could. “You have good taste,” he said simply, followed by, “My first pet had the same one. Titanium-gold, right? Good luck getting out of it. I’ll see you at the gate. Don’t forget your wallet/CAC. Gtg.”Whew… what a rush… I set down my floor, laying naked once more on my recliner, panting, trying to calm down my throbbing heart. I had no guarantees he’d even try to have sex on the first date, but honestly, I wasn’t opposed to it after the thrill he’d given me in just the first few minutes of meeting him. At around 1600, I started getting ready, first by making sure I was clean-shaven, both on my face, and down below, crotch and pucker. After I washed away the shorn hairs and got out of the shower, I combed my hair up and put a light amount of modeling mud to give it a shape I found appealing.I made sure to brush my teeth again for good measure, and picked out a fresh pair of near-new dark blue jeans, my favorite belt— a real leather belt adorned with three rows of steel pyramid studs— along with a nice blue polo shirt to compliment the pants. Just simple black tennis shoes, something practical in case I ever needed to run. I grabbed my rather fat wallet and stuffed it in my pocket. I took a brief look at my Zippo, wondering if I should take it. It was the 2018 lighter of the year, the Golden Scroll. Real gold plating and beautiful ornamental engraving. It served well as both a lighter, and something to fidget with when my nerves grew out of control (although admittedly the ping could be quite annoying after a while to many people). I figured there was no harm and pocketed it, then grabbed my loose key and went out the door, waiting on a cab to pass by. Once my ride was secure, I just simply said, “Walk out gate,” and the older Korean gentleman started the meter and began rolling.It must’ve been a good five-minute ride from the isveçbahis giriş 6000s barracks to the gate, and it cost 11000 won. Not much, really. Once I paid him, I got out, and saw Michael standing there, leaning against a pillar by the gate, grinning. He looked down at his watch, and I realized it he wore it the same way I did, with the face on the inside of the wrist.”You have impeccable timing, pet. Come on, let’s go. I’ve had a change of plans. I’m sure you’ve had enough of Korean barbecue, so how do you feel about Brazilian food? I know the perfect place.””That sounds wonderful, sir,” I said honestly. My stomach didn’t care what kind of food it was fed, so long as it wasn’t cottage cheese or something rotten and moldy. “Excellent. By the way, I can see the outline of a lighter in your pocket, do you smoke?” What an odd combination of observation and inquiry…”Well, no, sir, not strictly. I had a pack of cigarettes once in AIT, but I haven’t really smoked since, and I don’t ever breathe it in.” I wasn’t exactly opposed to smoking, even though I knew it was unhealthy. When you’re an air traffic controller, sometimes things can get mind-numbingly stressful, so I understand why Sergeant Hopel and Staff Sergeant Olmen took so many smoke breaks (they were the most experienced controllers). “Good, because there’s a cigar place right above the restaurant, Miki-O’s place. He mostly sells Davidoffs so it’s a bit expensive, but I’ve got you covered since you’re new to it.” “Th-thank you, sir,” I said meekly as we walked out the revolving gate. We took a right turn, walked for a bit, then went left. April in South Korea was still a bit cold at night, and I was regretting not bringing my jacket. Michael noticed rather quickly when I shivered, and pulled off his coat, resting it on my shoulders as we walked. “S-sir, uh… thanks.””Don’t worry about. Next time, bring a coat, yeah?” I nodded, and he patted my shoulder. “Cutie.” Well… forward as always. We might end up having sex sooner rather than later… We finally got to the restaurant, and took the elevator to the second floor to get to it. Once we were seated and had ordered our food, he leaned forward, weaving his fingers together, eyeing me like a predator. “Now… I trust you brought your key as ordered, yes?””Yes, sir.””Give it to me,” he demanded. No asking. No pleading. No formalities… and it immediately made my cock swell with blood and warmth inside the cage. I reached into my right pocket and pulled out the key, hesitantly setting it down on the table and sliding it to him, my hand still on top of it. He raised a brow somewhat impatiently, and I quickly retracted my right hand, leaving the key behind. “Good boy.” God, it made me nearly shudder to hear him say that while we were in a public place, the kitchen not being that far from our table. “Now, I want to explain something to you. First off, the safeword is… Zippo. Any time you say that word out of context, I will assume you are uncomfortable with what is happening, and I will immediately stop, and we’ll talk over it, see if we can compromise or work isveçbahis yeni giriş around it. I encourage you to be as flexible as you possibly can, and to please, please try to endure what is to come. I won’t lie, it’ll be difficult, especially as time wears on, but I have confidence that you can do anything you put your mind to. So, I will ask you this: what is your ultimate fantasy when it comes to chastity, and what is your end goal for our relationship?”My heart sank, and I had to take deep, focused breaths to keep myself calm. This was a lot to take in at once… safeword… endurance… fantasies…? I heaved a big sigh, and looked up at him, blinking a few times. Good God, my erection was coming back at full strength as I thought about my deepest fantasies…”W-well, sir… I uh… I often fantasize about, uh… b-being locked up permanently… e-even though I know it’s super dangerous and not something that should be tried lightly, I… I can’t stop myself from thinking about it. It’s been on my mind ever since I put on this, that arousing sort of fear that I could hand my key over to someone and never see it again, be trapped in this cage forever, and… well… I like to think I’d be just fine with that, but I really don’t know for sure. I’ve only had a prostate orgasm like… once, and I gotta say, as awesome as it feels, it’s not satisfying, as in I felt like I had to keep making it happen, and I still didn’t feel truly satisfied until I jacked off.” I took a pause, another deep breath, thinking deeply. “Alright,” he said with a soft, warm smile. “I definitely can understand why you fantasize about such things, and rest assured… I can help you orgasm, caged and hands-free, given enough time to learn the ins and outs of your body. Now. What’s your goal?””Oh, right,” I huffed. “My goal… my goal… uh… my goal, honestly, is not just to have a master and a keyholder, but someone to love. A boyfriend, too. A real, genuine, loving relationship, with a bit of extra spice to the sexual side of it.””Ya know… that’s fair, Kai,” he said softly. “I’ve always believed the only way you can be truly invested in another person’s pleasure is if you’re willing to sacrifice your own. I’ve sacrificed enough in my lifetime, but… I want you to prove to me how dedicated you are to building a relationship with me. It’s painfully obvious how attracted you are to me, just going off how much you’re blushing.”‘I’m blushing? Oh God… I’m such a cheese ball, giving myself away like that… this is soooo cliche…'”So, when we’re done with our dinner and cigars, I’d like to take you home with me. Make you mine. Be warned, though: You will most likely not experience any sort of climax, not without the right tools, of which I don’t plan to use tonight. How does that sound?””I… I would very much like that, sir.””Good. And look, our food is here. You ordered the lamb, no?” The servers carted out platters of kebabs, and before long we began to dig in.We made various idle conversation, talking about our interests, seeing what we had in common and such. I found out he actually was in the same unit as me, but worked down in base ops, while I was up in the tower. He and I shared an appreciation for thrash metal as well as jazz and swing, and for a brief period, obsessed over guns. Big bad Texas boy, what could I do but admit my interest in firearms?