Chapter 3 – Acceptance
Driving with the cage on was a little uncomfortable, but I pretty much forgot the thing was there most of the time. In fact, I forgot one time when I went to go to the toilet. I just wanted to piss, but when I unzipped myself at the urinal I felt the cage and realised that it was going to be a little awkward.
It wasn't as bad as I thought, but it would have been embarrassing if someone else had of been in the room. There was enough clearance around my piss-slit to let me emulate a normal un-caged urination. But the cage would have been pretty obvious to someone standing next to me (assuming they copped a glance), so I decided to use the stalls from now on.
San Francisco isn't a place I know that well. I've only been there once before for a weekend, so I was looking forward to spending some there. This contract was for two months, which was about average and normally it flies by pretty quickly.
Not this fucking time though! I didn't realise how completely frustrating this fucking chastity device would be. I'd normally surf for porn or watch some smutty video in the evening which tended to kill an hour or two. I tried to do the same thing but with my cock constrained by the cage I couldn't get a full erection. It was almost painful in that I couldn't get a sense of release.
Sleeping was a bitch too. I would be awake half the night. Normally I'd have a wank just before bed, after which, I'd be out in under 10 minutes. With that outlet denied me, I ended up turning to Alcohol.
I drank the mini-bar dry, but there was something wrong about drinking in my hotel room. So I started going to bars in the local area. It became my nightly ritual to get reasonably fucked out of my head then go back to the hotel. It was making me feel like shit though, as my quality of sleep wasn't any better and my low-grade horniness never seemed to subside.
That said, things were about to get worse.
I was in yet another bar slowly drinking myself into inebriation, when a guy came and sat down next to me and offered to buy me a beer. We ended up chatting quite a while and I don't know how the fuck it happened, but I told him about my situation and about not being able to get release and just generally feeling really shit. He wanted to take a look at the cage and suggested we went into the bathroom.
Not entirely sure why I was doing this, I followed him into the Men's room.