Xena looks up from the box of old postcards she's sorting. "Well, throw it out."
|"A cool solution to the locking problem. Eventually |
I had a fully adjustable locking chastity belt,
like a hi-tech version of the Victorian ones."
I was pretty proud of myself. However, any sort of belt is unforgiving on a middle aged back, and it took too long to get on. My new Chinese chastity cage is takes seconds to lock in place, is much easier to go out and about in. And, if I want secure, then there's my pubic hair chastity security fix.
Earlier I binned my home made fetters. Nice leather things but much much more trouble than the Velcro webbing kit I got from Amazon--which is why the leather acquired mildew.
| She's busy with her task and does not see me |
staring at her elegant neck or tracing her figure
I glance over a Xena. She's busy with her task and does not see me staring at her elegant neck or tracing her figure through her yoga pants. My cock swells in its cage which I won't be removing for another twelve hours.
I toss the old chastity belt in the rubbish bag, along with the cheap but plugs that fell apart in the dishwasher.