Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 50.

The door closed behind Veronica and I was left throbbing, and wondering what had just happened. Or ‘not’ happened. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry or feel a sense of excitement. As the clack clack of her heels receded down the corridor I was left feeling empty.

I sat on the edge of my bed staring at myself in the mirror. As I did so I remembered that I’d never felt quite like this when dating women. I wondered, “Is this how a woman feels when she’s been left hanging?”

What a strange experience it was. Feeling the need for sex, being aware at a very basic level that completion was imminent, and then coming to the cold steel clad conclusion that no such completion was even possible. The cage enclosing my penis was a barrier nothing could get past. Only a keyholder could give me what was so desperately needed.

I glanced at my reflection. It seemed my shoulders were less full. I had quite a pretty waist, I noticed.

Still feeling unfulfilled, I got to my feet. As I did so I smiled, noticing how my reflection was positively girly.

A nice little waist, bending over the back of a chair wearing these heels. Yes, that was quite sexy. I wondered briefly how my body had adopted this shape so naturally, but gave the thought little consideration. It struck me that as I was wearing so many…