From what I could remember the following morning, I had definitely done something stupid. My memory became fuzzy after she had left. Just as she had predicted, I surfed the web and looked at my saved cache of porn. Unable to get off on it, I drank more and stayed up later than usual until everything became a blur and I woke up on the couch, still dressed in the corset and nylons.
Good thing I had the day off.
Work! How could I deal with wearing this chastity contraption at work? Would people be able to see it? I wouldn't have to deal with this problem for several days, but it was still a problem. Would my ex let me out by then, regardless of that one week deal she had promised? Maybe if I played the work card, she'd agree the game was over and everything would be back to normal.
Without thinking, I tried dialing her phone, but only got her voicemail. I tried again with the same result. Great, she was ignoring my calls.
Well, I'd have to deal with this chastity device for the day, plus the next day until she came over that night.
Showering almost made me forget I was wearing it. The hot water worked its way into the vent holes and rinsed what it could from inside the cage. I wasn't sure if this would be adequate and made a mental note to ask my ex about possible weekend cleanings. Wait, what? Weekend cleanings? What was I thinking about? This was supposed to only go on for one week max, maybe less if I could convince her to let me out the next time she came over.
Regardless of the future, I had to deal with being locked in this thing in the present. Pulling on some jeans, I studied myself in the mirror. There was a very slight bulge, but nothing too noticeable. In fact, it'd probably take someone actually bumping into my crotch to actually know something wasn't normal. Even then, who's going to bump into your dick and say, "Hey, your dick isn't right!"
So at least the going out in public factor was going for me. Could I still exercise in this thing? Only one way to find out, I suppose. Although, I'd avoid using the showers at the gym.
Trying on my loose workout clothes, I could barely make out any sign of the chastity device. Well, how often do people really look at your crotch, anyway?
Since this was my day off, after all, and I was still slightly hung over, a good workout sounded like the cure. The Ex wasn't answering my calls so I decided to say screw it and go to the gym despite my chastity situation.
Everything was going normally. I locked my stuff in my locker, then went to my usual machine and started running. Then, as if by some sixth sense, I began to notice each and every female in visible distance, especially the hot brunette in the row in front of me wearing only tight spandex shorts and sports bra
Without warning, my cock pressed against its cage. Trying to ignore the sensation, I continued with my routine, but couldn't avoid staring at the hot brunette. Her legs were perfect, and the tight shorts hugged her firm ass. Luckily, she was oblivious with her iPod and magazine. I began to wonder if her sweaty feet would smell like my ex's, or if they'd be different.
Stop, I told myself. Just stop. This is crazy. You're just overly horny and we'll fix this the next time she comes over.
Regardless of reason, I couldn't help but ogle the hot brunette. Each movement showcased her toned, tight little body. I couldn't see her face so I had no idea how old she was, but she couldn't be more than early twenties, just my age range.
Shouldn't there be rules that women have to wear knee length shorts and a t-shirt or something? I mean, just wearing tiny spandex shorts and a tank top just invites men (or women) to feast their eyes. It's not my fault; it's really hers, right? She shouldn't be wearing such skimpy clothing to begin with!
At some point, her exercise ended and I watched sadly as she walked away from her machine. Oh well, my own workout was nearly done so I sweated out the last few minutes. Walking back to the men's room, I noticed the hot brunette standing there, as if waiting for someone.
Huh, strange, I thought shrugging it off until I was within speaking distance.
"Are you a pervert? I don't appreciate being someone's piece of meat," she said, arms crossed, looking directly at me.
Completely guilty and bewildered, I did the only thing I could think of. I told her the truth.
"You are right and I am completely sorry. You just have such a fantastic body, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. If having a perfect body is crime, then you're the guilty one, I should say. I really did not mean to offend you, but honestly, how can anyone not admire you?"
Her aggressive demeanor suddenly became more relaxed and she actually smiled.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Jack," I replied.
"I'm Kara."
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"And you must have a silver tongue because I was about ready to kick your ass for being such a pig back there. I mean, you must have been staring at me for over twenty minutes straight before I decided to call it quits and wait for you here."
