By GratDelay
While I was trying to cool off mentally, Adin went to the kitchen and came back with the water bottle refilled. He tipped it up for me and I guzzle a bunch. I had been sweating like crazy. I looked over and saw that my sofa cushions would be going to the cleaners soon. It was a small price to pay for the experience I was having. I wanted to talk with Adin about the drug experience itself, but first I had to pee. I told Adin this, hoping he might let me out of the straitjacket, but he just said, “Down the hall to the left,” so I squared my shoulders and embarked on a rite of passage of sorts.
The chastity belt actually helped with this, directing the stream downward. Unfortunately, I couldn’t wipe any remainder dribbling from the drainage holes. I did a little twerk over the toilet, hoping to shake most of it off, then went back to the living room.
Adin was sifting through my other toys. “Looking for something for you to wear?” I asked.
“As if.”
He picked up a pecker-gag.
“No, Adin, I want to talk to you.”
He paced towards me, gag raised. I backed up a step, “Just wait, please. I love that gag, but can we talk some more first?”
Nick got up off the floor and sat down on the sofa so he could enjoy his beer, figuring he’d be locked up in the leg shackles for another half hour. Not that he was complaining. His interest in cuffs and shackles was definitely increasing and Dan apparently had even more in his collection, which he wanted to see. That half hour went by quickly for both men. Dan enjoyed seeing Nick in the Clejusos. Nick was feeling a bit awkward being in leg shackles even though it wasn’t his first time. But he liked how they felt locked around his ankles.
