I'm not fond of my "boy parts" but have just come to deal with them, my first reaction to being made to wear a device that would bring total attention...to those parts was rather negative and I was punished for protesting being locked up. I like wearing tight clothing and gear that hugs my curves but having a chastity device on makes that difficult and the initial humiliation of having no way of hiding my boy parts was overwhelming. That of course brought with it new humiliations in the form of. It's a long time since I've gone to a bar by myself but I coulnd't find anyone wanted to go out so I decided to take a chance. I heard of a lesbian bar not too far away and decided to go. I don't really have any party type clothes but I figured a denim skirt and a short sleeved black silk top would be appropriate.When I got to the bar it was a lot busier than I thought it would be, pretty noisey with womem playing pool, talking and dancing. I saw an empty table near the bar so I took it, the. ” “I tried running the card three different ways and it declined. Maybe you need to get in touch with the credit card company. But, for now you owe me fifty dollars.” I nearly died. I had no cash with me. I only had my credit card. I had changed purses and forgot to grab more cash. “I don’t have any money on me. I don’t know what to do. My boyfriend is working and I’m supposed to meet him at his parents in an hour. Could I just come back later and give you the money.” “No, you must pay the. Pictures of food, drinks, pets, and the like was what we sent the first couple of days. Then we began sending pics of ourselves. Soon I was noticing more and more cleavage in the snaps she sent me. I would reciprocate by sending shirtless pictures. We seemed to be trapped in a game of trying to one-up each other. I’ll admit that she won. She sent me a snap of her after a session in a tanning booth. It was a picture of herself in a full length mirror, so I could see her entire body. She was.