Nothing else has occupied so much of my thoughts and emotions since Helen asked me to wear a chastity device.
Every waking moment I'm reminded by the discomfort of it. I'm told that I will get used to how it feels.
I'm yet to be convinced.
Yes, you heard me correctly, I am wearing the device.
I call it the device, because it's uncomfortable.
Helen has given it a name. She says calling it "The device" will only encourage negative thoughts toward it.
So we now call it my "Cock Cosy."
Originally I was only wearing it to try it out, then wear it on the day Helen meets George.
Well, things have certainly moved on since then.
Here's what happened.
"Darling, George has invited us to a party. Its a themed party. It sounds like fun," she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"What's the theme?" I called out from the kitchen whilst putting the clean coffee cups away on the coffee cup shelf.
Helen is very particular about where the crockery is placed.
I really don't care much myself, but if it makes her happy, then I'm happy too.
I guess that's part of the reason I'm wearing this cage or, "Cock Cosy".
"Hotwives and Bulls!"
Not a very original name, but sounds fun all the same," she called out from the living room.
"I'm neither a Bull or Hotwife!" I shouted back.
"I know, George says Cucks are welcome too," she replied.
"I'm not a Cuck!" I shot back.
She then popped her head around the kitchen door, smiled and said, "Are you forgetting something?"
"What?" I replied.
"It is you that's wearing a Cock Cosy. Go figure it out darling."
She giggled sexily, then headed back out of the room without another word.
With sudden realisation I rushed after her.
As I burst into our bedroom to demand an explanation, I saw our bed laden with some rather sexy thigh high boots, various unopened packages and a selection of sexy underwear.
"Ok Helen, what are you up to?"