‘You nut!’ she sputtered, ‘for a second there, I thought I was being mugged, right here in your back yard!’ ‘What makes you think you aren�...t being mugged?’ Martin asked, tightening his arms around her. Ann felt a bulge pressing against her firm bottom. She was amazed. He was hard again! ‘Martin! Is…is that what I think it is?’ she asked. ‘Ah, yeah, it is,’ he said, ‘You seem to have me in a state of perpetual horniness.’ She turned in his arms, so she was facing him. ‘Well, I guess this time. He was really quiet and he stared at the floor during the ride up. As the elevator landed on the 7th floor and the door opened, he again motioned his hands to let me go out first. He left the elevator after me and walked to the right side to the very corner of the floor. He took out his keys and opened his front door. The house was very small as I entered. Two bedrooms, 1 washroom, small kitchen and plenty of free of space. He closed his front door and locked it, then walked towards the couch. I have told my wife this and she says too bad. I asked for this so live with it. And she is correct. I asked to be locked in chastity. We discussed it and I agreed to a twelve month, one year challenge. If you look at a male chastity cage. You see a little tiny thing. A simple plastic cage held together by three little pins and secured by an even smaller brass padlock. What can it hurt you might think. What can this little thing do to me. Not only have I found out some of the things this little. Amy’s mom had left for the week, taking her brother in tow, to help out Amy’s grandmother who was recovering from hip replacement surgery. She made a note to tell her dad that she was back home, but first wanted to get out of her day-grubby clothes, rinse out her bathing suit and grab a quick shower. In the dark of her room, Amy disrobed, depositing her clothing into the laundry hamper. She turned her bra back to her front affording her the ease of undoing the clasps, and peeled her hot sweaty.