The Mouse That Roared.

I can write about this now, of course, with all that’s happened. At the time I didn’t really think of Alice being so depraved, or sexually confident — depending how you look at it. Although, it has to be said that as she fitted me with the cold chastity device ‘liberated’ was not the first word that came to mind.

“I just want you to wear it this afternoon. Just for a while,” she said. “You know we’re going to make love tonight, so this will simply focus your mind a little. And it’s not like anyone is going to know. It’ll be fun. I’m told it will make things even more intense for you. I’m only thinking of you, after all.”

Her slim fingers closed around the lock and it clicked shut, the key swiftly disappearing into her purse. This was her experiment for the day, and she’d ordered the silly device online. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, and it all seemed rather passive to me. I went along with it as it would give her a little bit of excitement and it didn’t really inconvenience me. Giving her this illusion of power was pretty harmless after all.

I like to think I am a good boyfriend. A generous lover. I consider her needs. The days I spent with Alice were, after all, something I looked forward to with anticipation and excitement. Perhaps soon we’d move in together. It certainly looked as though that time was coming.