Day 99

Now, it could just be wishful thinking but I'm pretty sure I saw a guy and his keyholder today.

I was standing at Waterloo station, waiting for R when I noticed a woman rather impatiently waiting near me.  She was tutting and clearly not very happy.  What I noticed most of all was the key that hung from her bracelet.  It was quite small and, I'm sure, merely symbolic rather than meant for a real lock.  Still, once seen, it was very obvious.

I didn't think anything more about her as R turned up and we went to get on the train.  And then, as we sat and chatted, the woman gets on the train followed by this guy.

They sat across the aisle and a seat further up from us, him facing me.  I had a very clear view of his crotch and I swear he looked like he was wearing a chastity device.  His jeans were quite tight and it was resting down the side of his leg.  I guess he could have had a very short but thick erection but, if so, he had it for the entire trip.

Of course, I couldn't wear the cage today so it wasn't like I could compare notes with him.

Day 98

In a brave (or foolhardy) attempt to please A, I left my fly open all day while wearing the cage.  To my knowledge, no-one saw it.  I spent a lot of time 'out and about' so, I guess there's a chance some passing motorist saw it and had a good chuckle behind a car window.  I wasn't on any trains so the golden opportunity wasn't forthcoming. 

Strangely, at first I was really concious of it and worried but after about half an hour, I completely forgot.  It wasn't until the first time I went to the loo that I remembered.  Speaking of which, I even used a urinal in case someone else came into the loo at the same time as me but no-one did.

Day 97

Today I was favoured with views of three bottoms and afforded a view of the cage.  All bottoms were female and all were courtesy of very short skirts and tights with no knickers.  The first was the best.

It was as I left the train at Waterloo.  A young woman left the train in front of me.  She was carrying a big bag over her shoulder and towing a sizeable wheelie bag behind her.  The bag over her shoulder had managed to hitch her skirt and coat up, almost to her waist.  Walking behind her I enjoyed the sight of her perfect bottom as we made our way to the ticket barriers.

I was very tempted to tell her but have run into this problem before and am never quite sure what to do.  I once told a woman her skirt was hitched up and she told me off, calling me perv.  This reaction to my gallant behaviour has made me somewhat reticent in its repetition.  And so, tortured by feelings of moral duty and social conventions, I just stared at her almost naked bottom.

The second sighting was on the Hungerford Bridge.  She was posing for a photograph, back to the river, against the railing.  The wind very kindly lifted her skirt just as I was within range.  I think she was too busy staying still for the photograph and ignored the fact that she was flashing everyone her bottom.  I can’t be sure that she was naked under her tights because I only saw one side exposed.

The third sighting was at an outdoor restaurant and was, again, the result of a piece of luggage hoisting the skirt higher than it should have been.  It was a bit disconcerting because the woman was standing quite close to my seated position (I could have reached out and touched her), talking to her friends.  She stayed there for quite a while before they decided where to sit.  She definitely had no pants on.

This makes me wonder whether this is the new fashion.  I’ve always assumed that women wearing tights and short skirts (or t-shirt or jumper) would wear pants under the tights for just such moments as these.  It seems I am delightfully wrong.

On the train home I decided to leave my fly down and see if anyone noticed.  I never want this to look too obvious so I generally only have my pants showing.

I was sat in the last seat of the last carriage alone until we reached Surbiton where a group of people boarded the carriage and filled the seats around me.  A woman (about 40) sat next to me.  I concentrated on my book and avoided looking at her.

She left the train at Woking (about 15 minutes later) and just before standing up she leant into me and whispered that my fly was undone.  Acting flustered, I apologised and reached down to pull the zipper up.  As I did I realised that my penis was clearly on show.  Having popped out of my pants it was laying across the inside of the opening.  It must have looked a bit odd.  And now I wonder whether she knew about it for the entire trip or if she only spotted just before she left the train.  Needless to say, it made me all excited.

It was a real pity I wasn't wearing the cage. I have tried to reproduce what she would have seen.

Day 96

Another day of runny nose and awful cough, although I feel much better than yesterday and would gladly have had an orgasm.  I found A's comment yesterday oddly exciting.  I thought about it as a ruined orgasm which should not be exciting but somehow, at this stage, is.

Today I did feel the odd twinge of excitement at various times.  Most notably in Starbucks where I had a great view of a woman's pants as she sat reading and the view of a jogger in an all in one running outfit, while walking in the park.  I must be feeling better if my perv radar is working properly!

Day 95

I am so glad that today is not my release day.  I am full of cold and feel completely rotten.  It would have been a total waste of an orgasm.

It has just occurred to me that I will be over 100 days when I finally do come.

Day 93

Talk about missed opportunities!  Last night, sitting in a beer garden, I was talking with a group of friends, B sitting (very closely) next to me.  I mentioned I would be staying in town at the flat and B asked "Can I stay with you?" in a sort of half jokey plaintive way.  I'm fairly sure she would have done had I said "yes".  Damn it!

I guess I could have used it as a test of my self control.  I was slightly drunk so could have used that as an excuse.  Trouble is it would have felt a bit weird using the flat (plus it was a mess).  The biggest problem is that I would love to have a night of sex with B.  Oh well, I guess that's that then.

And so, I sat in the flat, naked and miserable, looking out the window when a couple started making out.  She was wearing black bra and pants, he had a suit on.  It was like watching a movie.

I was thoroughly enjoying it.  Then, annoyingly, the people in the flat above me who were having a party, started yelling and yahooing.  The couple looked up, across the road and separated. She didn't seem too bothered but the guy looked a bit annoyed as he turned the lights off.  In the next window (the bedroom) she threw herself onto the bed and the man closed the blinds.

Day 91

A new development.  I will be waiting for a while longer now before release.  It had been scheduled for next Monday but due to unforeseen circumstances, it will now be the Monday after. The realisation that A now has complete control of my orgasm gave me the beginnings of an erection.  The cage stopped this nonsense immediately.

In the meanwhilst...here's a target, especially for A.  In case she's feeling generous...when I do eventually see her.