"Chastity:
The most unnatural
of the sexual perversions."
(Aldous Huxley)
Things are different today. Living alone is tough and waiting for the right time
and the right life partner is even tougher. We all live in a shared house, the five
of us. It changes, sometimes 3 girls and sometimes 3 guys. People come and go.
We are considered transient room mates, at school or working for something
better.
When our turn came, we would go to bed with handcuffs on our ankles and
handcuffs on our wrists, behind our backs. Just before that, we would administer
a few stiff belts of our favorite alcohol and apply a blindfold. The keys would wait
in the kitchen on the counter.
I remember well my turns. I would leave the keys on the counter with
my room number and go to bed with a bottle of booze. I put handcuffs on
my ankles and wrists and if I had been a good boy, a female would come in to
take care of me. A big surprise came one night when two came in, the room mate
and the initiating new room mate. That was great fun but I couldn't get out of
control due to the handcuffs. The rule was that the handcuffs had to stay on.
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