" Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so much fun, but it wasn't too bad." Over the next few weeks, the frustration stopped being so much fun, but it wasn't too bad. My desires, being thwarted, diminished, and that made the chastity belt easier to bear. I got used to washing with it on, managing to get enough soapy water to run under it to keep me clean. I got used to the way it felt under my clothes at work and slowly, oh so slowly, started becoming less self-conscious about it. I got used to sitting down to pee. And I got used to seeing the chastity belt locked on me when I looked in the mirror or looked down at myself. I almost convinced myself that I really didn't mind pleasing her without being able to take the same kind of pleasure. |