Chapter Eight
Enter at Own Risk
It began like any other occasion of our admittedly peculiar lovemaking. But it ended up taking me to places I could have never dreamed.
I awoke to acute pain in my groin area. This was caused, naturally enough, by the chastity belt I nearly always wear. My wife Trudi has kept my manhood under lock and key since before we were even married. Yet not only does this belt boast a small cage to imprison my genitals (and keep them from erecting) it also has shackles on each hip to hold my wrists. The latter keep me from filching the covers at night, moving too much and disturbing her or (heaven forbid) ever attempting to caress my wife’s fabulous body. So there I was, lying next to her at seven a.m. in our king-sized feather bed, flat on my back and ramrod strai
