Taking a shower while wearing my very small size stainless steel cage. The one with urethral tube insert.
A bit on the careless side. My towel falls offering a glance on my contraption. Just a quick glance.
Phew. No one noticed, I'm safe.
Time for a smoke. Comes that middle aged gentleman. He can't find his lighter. No prob, here, use mine.
Casual conversation ensues. Then.
Yes, could he ask a rather unusual question, hopes I will not get offended. Why should I ? We're cozy, having a smoke, shady comfortable cafeteria terrace with a fabulous landscape of the pool facility, what more to ask ?
Coughs nervously. Unwillingly, yes, unwillingly he caught a glimpse by the showers. Oh, just locker room curiosity. Hopes I won't take him wrong. But, wasn't that one of those, well, chastity jewels I have on ?
He looks uneasy. Tense. His smoke shakes in his hand, ashes spill outside of the ashtray.
I can imagine the flying circus in his head. Quite some nerve to ask indeed. Well. Nothing to worry, yes, it's precisely that.
He relaxes a bit. I'm being as friendly as I can. Could he pay us a drink ? Well, sure but I'm not in this kind of business Sir ;)
No, hell no, he's just genuinely interested because, well, bottom line, kind of likes the idea and after that many years of marriage they could use something different. Yep. Quite different indeed.
Here we go. Is it health-safe, painful, can it really prevent solitary pleasures, is it really secure, won't the lock rust in the pool, can it be worn over long periods, where to get one and most of all how to make Madam aware of the situation?
How cool is that...
A fulfilling conversation ensued. Told him all I know save that I'm a Sissy. However I caught his eyes scanning the chest area of my loose T-shirt. Yep. I have well grown hard to hide boobs. And a steel tube deep in my confined locked-up clitty.
Yes, he's guessed right. My Spouse has the key. Hanging on her bracelet.
One more email added to my contacts list.
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