My hubby gifted me an antique skeleton key two years ago for our anniversary. He dropped down to his knees, like he did when he proposed marriage to me, offered it to me, and told that he wanted me to keep and hold it forever. It’s symbolic of the key to his chastity device that I carry around in my purse.
The key he gave me is beautiful. I wear it on a chain sometimes when we go out together, and on occasion when I go out on a date with another man. I get asked about it sometimes. Depending on my mood, and where we are, and who asks, my answers vary from “it’s the key to my husband’s heart” to “it’s the key to my husband’s treasure box” or… if I’m feeling bold and naughty… “it’s the key to my husband’s beautiful little penis.” I love shocking people that way, watching them turn three shades of red, and my husband looking like he wants to crawl under the table. It’s a great ice-breaker.
It’s one of the most beautiful things he’s ever given me.