Submitted by: Cavity Protection
Michael was away when the mail arrived, several letters and a small box.
Anna sat out on the balcony if her penthouse, and asked the maid for a chilled glass of white wine. She had opened her model agency after she retired from the catwalk two years before and had been rather successful. Now she had taken this week off as Michael was between films and staying over for a few nights.
She looked at the contents of the box, read the attached leaflet, and burst into laughter.
When he returned home she made no mention of the package. They had dinner, made love and had a brandy before going to bed. She dropped one of her sleeping pills into his drink.
When he awoke it was with a muzzy head and an unusual feeling below the belt. His hand reached down, exploring, then he sat up abruptly with a feeling of mixed delight and dread.
The tube was exactly as he had expected, snug fitting over his penis, secured with a ring around the base of his genitals and a pin through his PA piercing, each secured with a complex padlock.
He emerged from the bedroom, showered and dressed, aware of the unaccustomed weight.
"Awake, are we?"
It was Mary, looking at him wickedly over her coffee.
"Yes." He went bright red.
"I saw from the Internet history on my PC that you were interested in these things so I ordered one for you. It arrived yesterday. I put the keys in my safe."
He breathed deeply, then looked up.
"What are you going to do?"
She smiled, "Oh, keep you locked up except when I need you. I don't want you downloading porn and denying me my pleasures, do I?"
He blushed again, then asked a question.
"Are you gong to fill the lock with superglue or solder and leave me confined for ever?"
She shook her head. Such behaviour would not be constructive, even given that solvents or a few embarrassing hours with a locksmith or machine shop would give him his freedom.
"Will you force me to wear a French maid's outfit, take me to a beauty salon and have my ears pierced with little pink studs, have my hair set in a feminine way, and force me to wear a cruelly tight corset, high heels and make-up and dress and act as your maid? Will you bring all your women friends around and have me serve them as they humiliate me?"
Her brow furrowed. "I had not really got that in mind."
"Will you force me to watch you have sex with other men, while I am dressed in feminine clothes and chained to a pillar? Will you keep me locked in this belt 24/7 for months or years, despite my desperate pleas for freedom even for a few minutes?"
"Not something I had planned to do." The experience of having a lusty lover to stay would hardly benefit from the presence of an ugly tranny chained in the corner. She looked at her nails. A manicure would be no harm.
"Will you put me on hormone treatments, and eventually will you force me to have gender altering surgery and remain here as your slave for ever?"
She looked bemused. "Of course not." The expense and annoyance would be excessive for very little, if any, benefit.
"Then what's the bloody point?"
He grabbed his case from the bedroom and strode out, the door slamming behind him.
She shrugged, and went to reset the code on the door system. Suddenly she had a thought, ran and got the keys and leaned over the balcony. He was getting into a taxi. She called his name and threw the keys. He almost caught them, but they bounced off his hand, flew over the railings and splashed into the Thames.
He shouted something that, to her relief, she did bit quite hear – then he got in the taxi.
She called down to security at the front desk to make sure he would not be getting back in.
Soon she was ensconced on the sofa, a cup of tea in one hand and a book on her lap.
Men were weird.
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