The risks of losing chastity

It took a few days for Miss Beth to finally grant me the big release, but not before plenty of teasing. Poor James slept for two full days after that and was still so dazed later on that he tripped over a box and fractured his foot. (That’s why I’ve been absent lately.) I can confidently say I never broke my foot while wearing a chastity belt. This is the second time it happened when I wasn’t chaste; the first time, I ran over it with my own van—twice—which was quite an achievement. James, hobbled in Wyobraska.

Those release experiences really do scramble your head. Wish you a speedy recovery and good luck.