I don’t usually think of my car keys as a way to express myself. And yet, I love keychains. As a teenager, I used to spend too much time standing in Spencer’s reading the snarky ones, wishing I could buy them all. Even though I know it’s fruitless, I still look through personalized keychains hoping to see my real (vanilla) name.
I have two sets of keys. The first is for my car, the house, and the mailboxes (yes, plural – a vanilla one and a kink one). It’s filled with those little keychain cards for discounts at every store I’ve gone to more than once. Like me, it’s a very busy thing, filled with purpose. Hidden in amongst all the hodgepodge of daily life is a braided leather cord with a silver lock on the end. It draws no attention to itself, simply existing, blending in, but I know it’s there.
John Brownstone holds the key.
Desperate for a Christmas gift early in our relationship but so fucking broke, I went searching on Amazon (I hadn’t discovered the amazing world of Etsy at that point). I found the keychain set (a lock and key) and fell in love. It was cheap, so I didn’t have high hopes, but it was elegant in its simplicity.
A few days after I placed the order, I got the email.
We’re out, and we have to make more. It might be Valentine’s Day. Would you like to cancel?
I could have cancelled the order and found something else, but it was perfect. It was us. And by then, I’d spent more money I didn’t have to lavish him with other gifts. No, I’ll wait.
By the time the keychains arrived, just a few days before the next holiday, I’d almost forgotten about them. Now I worried. Would he like it? Was it stupid? Fuck, what if it breaks?!
He loved it.
“Daddy, which do you…?”
“I’m the key, babygirl. I’m always the key.” Yes, he is.
Oh, and that second set of keys? A podcast listener sent us custom keychains with the words “Loving BDSM” emblazoned across them. Since my second set of keys needed some keychain love, I knew just where to put it. It makes me feel daring to pull those keys out, knowing someone could see my kink. So I hide it away more than I let anyone see it. But I know it’s there, and I love it. One day, maybe I won’t hide anymore.
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! This week’s prompt is about car keys. I never really gave them much thought before now, but I’ve always used them as another way to express myself. I guess I didn’t know quite how much until just now. Looking for something sexy? You know where to go.
Yay a woman after my own heart. Any key chains that I have had bought for me by my children or acquired of the years I have although I don’t use them all my handbag would weigh a ton!!! lol I do keep them safe.
If we ever get new keychains, these will be kept safe, too. 🙂
Ah great photo – We have a very strange keychain it’s an actual toffee hammer! hmm I know, and we don’t even eat toffee 😉
Mmmm, toffee…my mouth just watered!
I’m feeling slightly bereft now as I don’t have a bunch of keys. It was so good reading about the trouble you went to getting the lock and how much pleasure it gave.
LOL, don’t feel bad! Sometimes I’m annoyed by all of them, regardless of their significance…especially when they get stuck at the bottom of my purse. 😉
Love the story of your “amazon” keychain . . . isn’t it wonderful how sometimes the simplest things can mean so much!!!
Xxx – K
I didn’t understand how true that could be until I met John Brownstone, but they really can and do. 🙂
I have way too many key chains including some sperm ones we got at Eroticon years ago. We don’t use those one very often though although I noticed the other day one of them seems to have moved to my sons room
Mollyx
BWAHAHAHAHA! Good boy!
I find it ironic that on the day I finish the key chains I’m making as favors for the wedding, you write about key chains.
I found that ironic, too. See? Keychains are important around here! 😉
If you are talking about Spencer’s Gifts, they actually offered a novelty paddle that featured a cave man / cave woman theme with her laying over his lap (I think on the package, not the actual paddle). More of a joke of a paddle, but pretty racy stuff for a suburban mall in the 1970’s.
That’s the one! LOL, I was too young and innocent to notice that stuff, but the sarcastic humor on keychains and bumper stickers? I was there!
I love the different key chains and how they each have a different purpose or meaning. I myself have only one key chain with my car key, the key to the back door of our house and on to the front door of where I work. More than enough 🙂
Rebel xox
It wasn’t until I started writing this that I realized the significance of my keychains and keys, lol.
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