“When I was on the phone just now Christine knew I was wearing this leotard, and she was very happy that I’d managed to get you to put on the chastity device. But she knows that she’s the only person to have touched me in this, and she knows that I’m not going to let you touch me,” she paused and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Ever!”
“But Laura, please!” I begged.
“OK, that was a slip in your manners!” she said viciously. “I may be a softie, but I’m not going to let that one go. I was going to let you lick the p***y smell off my fingers, but you’ve blown it. Now, f**k off, upstairs to bed and I’ll be up after I’ve had a shower and washed all this stink off me.”
It was only ten o’clock, but I headed upstairs obediently. I washed around the CB3000 as best I could, and cleaned my teeth.
