Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 20.

Fiona Dobson
6 min readJan 25, 2023

I sat on the plane, aware of every mile of the distance closing between New York and Montreal. I felt a strange combination of feelings, all jumbled up and floating in a light marinade of gin and tonic.

To my surprise and relief after suitably begging Devina to allow me release from the evil confines of the chastity device, I had agreed that immediately upon my return I would taxi directly to her place…

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Fiona Dobson

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