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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a true story with only the names changed.
I have been locking myself in a chastity cage, on and off so to speak , for a number of years now having failed to find a reliable key holder.
Having moved into my new home about a year ago I carried on with the practice, generally leaving the cage on for a couple of days and loving the knowledge that when I went to the shops, walked the dog, or even visits to the pub, no one knew what was under my trousers.
I have a neighbour that lives four doors away, Lyn, mid sixties good figure and I believe she would of been a stunner in her younger years, still sexy now. Never had a conversation with her just a Hi or a good morning. Since we have been experiencing this spot of hot weather I have been wearing shorts and my cage of course, the shorts are a tad tight and anyone looking could see my bulge.
Yesterday I took my dog to the local dog exercise field, it's a drive away but has trees for shade and it's never very busy.
I was walking the circular route when I saw Lyn walking towards me, a fine pair of tits and lovely long legs in denim shorts, I thought we would just pass each other by with just a good morning but no, when we were opposite each other Lyn asked about my dog and had I finally settled in to my house and got sorted, it was a thrill to me to be answering her questions knowing I was caged and I was getting really turned on. She told me that before retiring she had been a taxi driver and the things she had seen would fill a book. Then she said that she had seen me at the local shop with the same bulge in my trousers, I was dumbstruck, and she asked is that man made or natural, I really was lost for words, I stuttered that it was a chastity cage. |
