Glad Tidings of Great Joy I Bring...2026

I believe that small nudges matter.  

When I have been out of the game for a long time, years, how on earth to I get back in again? 

Start small. Make nudges in the right direction and you slowly start to move within different orbits.

I started posting comments, updating my blog, placing adverts in the right places, and connections began to be made.

The majority of men who contact me are incredibly lacking. Despite the very clear instructions I provide, and the rare opportunity I present, men just think that they can write a few sentences of drivel to be considered. No.

My standards were high before, but now they are even higher. I will not tolerate anything less than I deserve. Never again.

Conversely, I have had some very detailed and appropriate applications but from men who were not suitable.

I knew I would know when the correct one came. I knew it would speak to me.

As 2025 was about to close, that message arrived. 

I am not so naive as to think this is definitely the right one, but all the necessary things are there to give it a fighting chance. But, more than this, it has given me hope. A grain of hope. It has confirmed my belief that there are men of the calibre I seek. 

For now, the door has quietly closed to new applicants, so I can give my full attention to exploring this possibility. 

I will, of course, keep you updated.

A Corner is Turned

I should start by saying that, Twink went. I have no idea why. He just went and I never saw him again. He didn't stay beyond the first week of February 2025. He was too young. Since then I had pretty much given up.

A few weeks ago I received quite a long text message from a communication which came quite out of the blue.

It was harsh but brought home a realisation that I have been avoiding for 14 and a half years.

I was so keen to build a life around my dream of a chastity based lifestyle I gave grace where it wasn't deserved. I allowed someone to be part of my life who didn't deserve that place. I believed in the best possible outcome, I gave chances, many of them, and always belived a positive outcome was possible.

People around me told me I was wrong, mistaken, being taken for granted, being destroyed, but I just coudn't see it. 

For four years after he left, I still coudn't see it. I still hoped for the best and believed in a connection I truly thought was there, but I was wrong. 

The words in that text message clarified something bare and honest and painful.

My belief, my positive outlook, my hope and personal desires were not enough to build a relationship. It was only half a foundation and so the house kept tipping over and collapsing into the ground.

No matter how strong, true and firm my footings, if the other side could not match me, it was always going to fail. 

In that text message, I saw the cracks and fallibilities which were permanent in the structure and I do not deserve that.

I am bold, and the past 14 years have made me bolder.

At first, I thought I should give up on my dream to find a D/s relationship, that I was only ever going to find flawed men in this sphere.

But I exist. I am here with a solid maturity, emotional stability, intelligence and strength of character. There is absolutely no reason why my true match can't be found.

And so, I set out, as I did all those years ago, well over a decade and a half at the start of this blog, to find my other half. A man who can match me not just sexually, as my adoring submissive, but on deeper levels also. A man who is fit, vibrant, an organiser in the outside world, but who depends on the safety and emotional security that a strong dominant woman can give.

After 4 years of being alone, thinking I was was growing and moving forward, 6 weeks ago I actually realised I had been stuck in a warp of turmoil dependance which had slowly depleted me over the decade.

6 weeks ago, that text message woke me up, and I finally closed the door on my demons of the past and turned my back. I faced forward and decided I am getting my true self back. The strong dominant woman that I have been all my life, but lost sight of and tried to turn my back on. 

Supressing Mistress Keyholder was damaging to my psyche. 

I AM Mistress Keyholder. She did not arrive by design or imagination. She is me. She existed within me before I even realised. She was not made by men or for men. She is me. The strongest, most genuinely sexually dominant dominant woman most of you will ever come across.

Somewhere in the world there is a self assured submissive who is compatiable without being destructive, who can trust in my intensity and let themselves go completely. Who can give me the life I desire without costing me my life. 

Twink was almost it. He showed me other men are out there who can ignite me.

Welcome back Mistress Keyholder. Look to your feet for the worthy sub to become the new part of your life.

Twink

He messaged me in October last year asking for me to consider him. He described himself briefly and he sounded ok. Ok so far. Then he tells me he's away abroad travelling and won't be back for months.

Yet another time waster, I think. I tell him to message me on his return to the UK and promptly forget about him and never expect to hear from him again.

Jan 2nd 2025.

He messages again and tells me he's back and would like to take me out for a coffee. He lives very close to me, we kind of got along over a few texts, so I agree, still not expecting anything other than a message prior to meeting saying he can't make it.

He's quite a lot younger than me, and it's always just a fantasy thing. I have literally had over a thousand young men ask me out only to chicken out last minute.

I was quite surprised when the day arrived, he didn't cancel, and a very young looking man (even for his age) appeared as arranged. 

I have been on dates, quite a lot over the past three years, and I always go home and think, it wasn't quite right, and it ends. But this time, I didn't go home disappointed. I actually liked him, and it appeared to be a mutual feeling.

We've met a few times since, and while we get along, and there is definitely a spark, there are a lot of con's and I do have concerns.

• He is terrible at communication and I depend on the closeness it brings
• He appears completely disinterested at times, mostly due to the lack of communication
• He has zero motivation
• He is disorganised (as am I and I need organisation in my life)
• He doesn't express his feelings

But he has pro's.

• I can sense his submissive nature
• He's stuck with me for quite a while
• We have similar kink interests
• I feel at ease with him

He is going to be very hard work and it may be a complete failure, but for now, I've decided to give it a go, and as such, I am focussed on him alone. It would be unfair for me to say any other. If I'm giving him a go, I've got to be committed and give it my full attention. He is going to need it!

If it fails, it shares with my devoted readers that the fetish life I am predestined to be involved in is challenging and comes with ups, downs and complete collapses. It's just the reality of life, but I'll share the experience, and we'll see where it goes.

I have named him. 

Twink. 

He calls me Miss. 

This will be the story of Miss and Twink.

It may be a short story. It may be long. Let's hope it's the latter.

So I begin 2025 with a tiny fraction of hope for happiness to be in my life again. To have my other half completed. I have survived the past three years alone, but it has been just that. Surviving. I have done some amazing things that have pushed my boundaries and I've achieved things I never thought I would, but something is just missing.

Let's see if Twink is my missing jigsaw piece.

As always, I am, Mistress Keyholder. Chastity is my obsession.

Gratitude

I have been single now for three years, pretty much to the day. I have spent longer than I had anticipated or desired in the bottom end of a furrow, but that's just the nature of life. There are crests and there are troughs.

I think I'm a positive person and have always had hope and belief that things will pick up for me in time, but the past three years have also brought home some unfortunate realities. I genuinely don't think that I will ever be partnered again. I just can't accept a vanilla relationship and the thought of a man wanting to orgasm inside me. I can't face that. As I try to contemplate it my head just starts to turn left to right as if to reinforce my inability to deal with it. I have tried to find a submissive partner but there isn't anyone on my level or who connects with me. Despite the negatives of my last relationship, the chastity was perfect. The sexual dynamic was perfect. It was a new adventure to both of us and we put our all into it. That same newness, excitement, and chemistry isn't to be replicated. 

So, I am coming to a point now where, reluctantly, I am having to accept that the odds are on me being single for the rest of my life. I have been angry about this, sad, desperate to try and get back what I had, but all to no avail. Nothing I have done has changed my situation. All that has happened is that I have slowly begun to rot. I have seen it in my physical appearance and I have felt it in my health and fitness. The sadness was so overwhelming that I couldn't motivate myself out of it.

I hate being single. I hate everything about it and although to other people I look like I'm doing amazingly, inside I feel unfulfilled and that my purpose is wasted. This is something I have to learn to deal with.

Recently though, I have realised that the only thing I have in my power to do in this situation is try to make the best of it, and so I have done just that. I have achieved things with my life that I would never have imagined possible previously. I am 53 now and this year I travelled abroad alone, for the first time in my life, to France, Slovenia and Italy. I have got involved in a new sport which I love and I have met new people. I have stepped out of my comfort zone of always having everything done for me. 

Being single has also taught me to appreciate things above my family and my daughter.

True friends. I have very few real friends. Sadly, to most men, even those I thought were my friends, I was nothing more than a sex object and when they realised they weren't going to be next in line to be my partner, they vanished. Only a couple have stood by me, and I treasure them for that. 

My dogs. Stupid as it sounds, they gave me a reason to keep getting out of bed on the days my body wanted to give in. They made me put one foot in front of the other and a walk in the fresh air has on some days, been the the only thing to give me enough energy to move on to the next task, and the next... My days are still often navigated one task at a time, forcing my way through it. It's just the way it is, being single when you don't want to be.

My past relationship. I don't replay it in my head anymore, but I know it happened. I know there was a time when I was with a man who I loved passionately and who not only allowed me to be truly me, but at the time, appeared to relish it. I have lived the life I craved so desperately and have experienced being Mistress Keyholder. It was divine. Although he chooses not to be with me now, I had the best time and lived my dream. I am so grateful I didn't end up going to my grave never having experienced that.

Nature. Being outside in nature restores me. When I have nothing else I feel connected to nature. I get comfort from it and it helps rebalance me. It has played a part and continues to aid my recovery.

I try to have things to focus on and look forward to. I make things to focus on. I have for a long time wanted to host a fetish event. I got close to pulling it off but fear of it not being popular stopped me progressing it. Recently though, a situation has presented to me, with a new possibility and next year I might just be in a position to do my event. I'll be updating on X.

There is, of course, always a fractional hope that one day I may just meet a genuine, chastity obsessed man who fits my criteria. I don't actively go searching for this every day now. It will come to me if it's meant to be. Three years of searching daily has been unproductive so I will just let it be.

I am a wasted resource. I have so much to give a partner within a D/s dynamic but I'll be getting on with living rather than chasing a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

To my core, I will always be, Mistress Keyholder.

Control - It Controls Me

The look of a man completely covered in rubber, head to toe. Black, latex, rubber gimp, with beautiful shiny custom jewellery encasing him in chastity from which he cannot escape. Metal gag pinning open his mouth uncomfortably, forcing his lips and tongue to contort or hang, dribble and strain, as he leans on me, blindly dependent.

Noise cancelling headphones play a droning hypnotic sound directly into his hears. He has no choice other than to hear. It disorientates him. 

His arms and legs secured to points in the wall, tightly, securely. There is no allowance for wriggle, or twist or turn. Straps secure him completely to the ground.

He feels my hands on his face, over the gag, over his latex covered eyes, across the breathing holes covering his nostrils and he feels my lips kiss him, as I stroke his balls. The cage jumps. I caress them, tauntingly, as I allow saliva from my mouth to  land in his mouth. He knows the protocol and attempts to thanks me, mouth still stretch wide...

I crave this control. I have a need which lives inside of me to own a man in this way, to love him in this way and to be needed by him in this way.

My need to control control me. I can't live any other life. 

I seek the man who wants to dissolve under me, who will submit to whatever I do to him, only begging for me to use him more. I seek the man who so falls into my web that he feels he can no longer live or breathe without me.

I know he exists. He has to exist.

I am 53. I have waited almost 3 years for him and I will continue to wait and call out to him to find me.

I just can't exist in any other relationship. It was be a complete waste of my extreme desires to deny them just because they are hard to fulfil.

Dear future beloved boy. Find me. 

I remain, Mistress Keyholder.

Closer...

I have been enticingly close to finding my new boy numerous times now, but that electrical feeling still eludes me.

I hear from submissive men how they are tired of fakes and scammers and they tell me how easy it is for a Mistress. It is not easy for women. There are just as many fantasists as there are scammers. 

There may be thousands of submissive men but almost always they are built on fantasy. They get swept up in the idea of me, and when it comes to the reality of actually committing, they get a wake up call and are off!

But I don't lose faith. I KNOW, I know my partner exists. There has got to be my other half somewhere. There is a man who wants this, genuinely, as much as I do. 

Sometimes I wake up in a state of panic thinking that I might never find him before I die, and how I am wasting my time waiting, but I am not wasting my time. If I ended up in a vanilla relationship, that would be wasting my time!

I can't wait for the day when I can announce that I have found my latex chastity gimp, when I can share him with you and tell you that it was worth waiting for.

Until then, I am waiting... for the man who wants to be owned and to live with the thrill of not knowing what I will think up next. I am so excited for it. I just need him to get to me and then I can live again, as Mistress Keyholder, in my dream. 

Waiting for My New Boy.

It is just over two years now that I have been single and coming up to my third Christmas.

In some respects it seems like a lifetime, in others, barely the blink of an eye. 

One thing that is blatantly clear to me, (I knew before it even happened), is that I detest being single. It is a painful, terrible place for me and something that I have not had to suffer in my adult life before but I can't accept anything less than what my soul truly needs.

I have had vanilla dates and kink dates this year. Nothing is really working for me.

It is because I desire one specific thing. A man who CRAVES to have his cock locked away by me and wants to fall into the depths of all that entails. He wants it so badly he is ready when he approaches me. He has the cage, he knows as much about it as I do and he needs me just as badly as I need him.

He has a beautiful, shiny metal cage and a piercing to secure it in place. He has been looking for me for as long as I have been looking for him.

He has to exist.

Just as I was KH_inmyDreams, searching more than a decade ago, here I am on that arduous journey yet again, in need of the one man who can give me what I need, who feels like 'home' when I am with him, and through the interdependence of strict chastity control brings the binding of a web-like thread around us.

He has fantasised about it from being a boy, I am sure and his attempts to fit in to a vanilla relationship have just left him empty and unfulfilled.

He doesn't just crave chastity. He craves to submit to the will of the woman he is controlled by, to be controlled in all respects. He is willing to give up everything for me. In giving eveything up, he gains more. He gains the absolute bliss of being held by the woman of his dreams. Knowing that she is iron, and when he melts at her feet she will pick him up, with the tip of her finger, and dangle him wherever she pleases.

He will be bound, sensory deprived, suffocated with her control to a place where his belly becomes queasy and heavy and he just submits to whatever she says, to whatever she does. She could take his last breath and he would give it.

All with him dangling from her finger tip.

My finger tip is waiting for its victim. I am waiting to prod and tease and whisper and adore..

the man who presents himself to me for complete ownership.

I remain, 

Mistress KeyHolder.