Chapter Sixteen
The thing about having your international man of mystery lock you in a chastity belt on a Friday afternoon is that you must spend the entire weekend in it, a situation that I was too near-sighted to grapple with the day of the gala. It was bad enough I had to reject my husband on a day that I felt so turned on – I would have loved for nothing more than to rip his clothes off – but even simple tasks like changing, showering and sleeping next to your better half became difficult. I had to continually be on the top of my game.
The silver lining in my predicament was the key I found in my cupboard beside my cleanser. It came with a simple note: Take out the dildo and lock yourself back up. Put the key back. I’ll know. I didn’t doubt that he would, and I obeyed unquestioningly
