Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 58.

I won’t say I felt violated. Look at this stage, I mean… If I’m not being violated in some despicable way then I’m not really pulling my weight, am I. But this was different.

I lay in my bed the fluffy pink teddy my nightwear. I felt warm and snuggled beneath the duvet. I closed my eyes and thought about the previous night.

I felt so many conflicting feelings. For a start, my discomfort was not around having 30 come in and take advantage of me. I mean, there I was covered in soap one minute and the next burying my face between 30’s buttocks. It’s hardly the actions of someone being violated.

I smiled at the memory of 30’s chastity device knocking against my own.

“You could say we ‘clicked’,” I thought to myself with a rather pathetic sigh as I thought about the sound it made.

“You know,” I thought to myself, “in those first few moments of her coming in and holding you in her arms. They felt pretty good. Really good.”

I could feel the pressure grow inside the chastity cage. Perhaps 30 would be at breakfast. I could sit next to her.

My inner dialogue eased as I got up and washed. I could hear movement out in the corridor. People were getting ready for breakfast, some feet hurrying past my room reminded me that I should check the work…