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July 9th, 2002 · No Comments · Uncategorized

For those playing along at home, it’s been over a week of being locked in my chastity gizmo (the CB-2000 in case any of you ladies are looking for a gift for your sweetie.). That’s a new personal best. Usually we’ve had to take it off soon because of comfort problems, but we’ve finally got the fit close to perfect. This is both good news and bad news, as it seems I can pretty much wear it indefinitely now.

Don’t forget to factor in that almost a week prior, I was instructed not to “take matters into my own hands.” Needless to say, you can guess what’s on my mind. Chastity doesn’t mean no sex, either. Actually, it means >Conny gets a lot of attention, and I get a lot of teasing.

Tonight, though, I’ve been let out of the cage for a break. No relief yet, though. Just some variety in the nature of the teasing. I’m just happy the lad can stretch.

If you’re wondering why bother with all this, just remember that it’s turned that past two weeks into foreplay. That’s a lot of foreplay.

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