After Tiffany left, I found myself entertained for the rest of the evening. I had no plans for that Friday night, so I spent much of the night admiring the device that now kept me from my junk. It was a pretty ingenious device. It consisted of two clear plastic rings and a curved, clear plastic tube. My penis and testicles passed through the larger plastic ring and only my penis went through the second, smaller plastic ring. My penis then went into the plastic tube. All of the pieces were kept at an even distance from each other with small plastic posts on each of the pieces. And, of course, they were kept in place by the small padlock that Tiffany had attached.
It wasn't at all what I would call comfortable, but it didn't hurt either. I tried on various pairs of pants and found that it caused a noticeable bulge in the dress pants I wore to work. But, it really wasn't noticeable through my casual pants and jeans. I decided that I would have to go shopping early tomorrow to get some pants for work that wouldn't tip people off that something plastic was locked on my junk.
I admired myself naked in the mirror and took a shower. Cleaning wasn't the easiest thing to do, but using the toilet was the part that I honestly hadn't considered beforehand. I would have to sit to pee.
In addition to admiring the device, I spent the whole evening thinking about Tiffany. Every time she popped into my head, I would feel those long-dormant feelings well up. Each time this happened, I would swell up as much as the device would allow. I would then have to redirect my thoughts. It was frustrating to not get hard, but it even more frustrating to think about Tiffany. She is the only girl I have known that I'm truly happy to be around. I would just have to let those thoughts go and focus on finding another girl who made me feel the same way.
My sleep was a bit restless that night. The sensation of the device locked on to me and the thoughts running through my head, made sleeping a difficult task.
I awoke the next morning feeling a bit groggy and with a bit of discomfort emanating from my crotch. I realized that the discomfort had been caused by the device's denial of my morning wood.
By the time I was showered and ready to go out shopping for new pants, I was feeling very on edge. I was beginning to feel a bit anxious about the device and desperately wanted to get the device off and rub one out. I kept telling myself that it wasn't a big deal and that the anxiety would pass as soon as I was outside in the fresh air.
I took a bus to a nearby clothing store and looked for new pants for work. I noticed women. I always noticed women, but this was different. I noticed them all and desperately wanted some relief. I tried to collect myself and restrain my urges. I bought a few pairs of pants and returned home.
The day passed more or less normally but I found myself cleaning my apartment and doing any other task I could think of to take my mind off the longing I felt.
Evening came and I got ready for my date. Just before I left my apartment to meet Diane, my date, I received a text from Tiffany. "Good luck on your date!" I wrote her back "Thanks", and headed off to meet Diane.
My date with Diane started with dinner. We chatted and joked with each other. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her lovely legs. Her blouse was low cut and showed off her cleavage. I could feel myself occasionally fixated on her feminine charms. I had to pull myself away from my internal turmoil to focus on our conversation. While she was very nice, she didn't strike me as particularly bright.
We finished dinner and went to a nearby spot to grab a drink and dance. After a few strong drinks, we were on the dance floor. Our chemistry was good, so it was only a matter of time before we were dancing closely.
After a little bit, Diane said, "Something is poking me. Do you have something in your pocket?"
I stammered a little bit. Finally, I managed to say "It might be my keys. Sorry about that."
"Well, move them to your back pocket." Diane said with a smile.
I knew that moving my keys would not solve the problem, as it was the chastity device that was poking her. I had to get out of this situation.
