I was absentmindedly walking through the centre of town one Saturday afternoon, lost in my thoughts. I didn't notice the tall blonde lady walking towards me until she spoke to me. "Card" she snapped sharply.
Since the Female Authority Act (FAA) of 2024, all men were required to carry a small electronic card. This contained detailed personal information about them; such as height, weight, penis size (flaccid and erect), length of time since last orgasm (it was compulsory for men to wear a chastity belt at all times, only a woman could remove it and permit a man to have an orgasm). Women could demand any man's card, in order to plug it in to their reader to see detailed information. The readers were linked globally, which meant that women could write comments and reviews about each man.
I groaned to myself and thought "Here we go again." I reached in to my pocket, pulled out my card and presented it to the lady. She plugged it in to the reader and immediately smirked as my statistics appeared on the screen.
My build is slightly on the muscly side of average, which usually gets me some attention. But, this tends to lead to disappointment when women see my full stats, because I am a grower - but not much of one. Erect, my willy is smaller than average at a little over 4 inches, however, flaccid it is barely an inch. "Little wonder that you haven't cum for over 5 months," she said with a snigger. "You seem to have generated some interesting reviews about your oral skills... good, at least you have something going for you. You're going to spend the rest of the afternoon with me," she ordered.
I followed her through the side streets to an old victorian semi, hesitantly climbing the steps up to the entrance as she opened the door. She went straight through to the kitchen. "Drink?" she asked, handing me a glass of water. Men had been banned from consuming alcohol since the FAA was brought in. It was deemed that spending time drunk in pubs was unacceptable, and even more so were the resulting beer-bellies.
"I think I will have a glass of wine... no actually, I think today is a champagne day." I realised that it was going to be a long day for me, if she was in the mood for treating herself.
She took me upstairs to her bedroom. "Strip," she barked at me. She sipped her champagne as she watched me peel my clothes off. She gasped and covered her mouth as I pulled down my boxer shorts. "I've never seen a chastity device that small before," she remarked.
"It came from the kids range" I mumbled, embarrassingly.
"Really?" She bent down for a closer look and peered at it. "It's been modified too," she observed.
"Yes, my last girlfriend decided that it wasn't secure enough, so she forced me to have a piercing and added a bar to the chastity device that locks through the piercing. There is no way to take it off without unlocking it now," I told her.