Chapter Six
Exploration & Betrayal
Over those years, from the beginning of my incarceration, my parents had, of course, allowed me out on dates, but these always seemed to end in tears and recriminations when my escorts discovered my state of enforced chastity and unavailability. One or two tried to extricate me from my confining garments, but they always failed. Then there was one that, on our fifth or sixth date, brought along four locks. For some strange reason, nothing happened to me at first, when we’d reached the classical ‘necking’ stage, and I had been semi-willingly undressed by him. I blushed furiously when he saw the things that controlled me, but their presence didn’t seem to faze or worry him and we continued our hungry kissing while his hands roamed over my body, exploring
