Shopping was quite the experience. Since the same day Michelle locked me into my gear was also my day off, errands had to be run. I wore a hooded sweatshirt to cover up the harness, but the collar and shiny ring affixed to the front was hard to hide. The girl behind the counter at the market smirked as she scanned my groceries and rang me up. I barely noticed my cock cage, the metal tube so small I had no reason to worry about any noticeable bulge.
Dinner was messy. Eating from my bowl was humiliating and challenging and degrading. Eating on all fours made my cock fill the tiny cage as much as it was allowed. Because of course.
A text came from Michelle around 7 pm. It was becoming clear that I wasn’t to text her, and only respond and reply when she initiated conversation.
“No clothes at all when you’re in private”
I replied that my clothes were off, and stripped. But no other text came back.
I didn’t hear from her until late afternoon the next day. I had to wear a larger sweatshirt to work to cover up my harness (again) and my collar (which made me hot), and so I skipped out of work early and arrived home around 3:00.