Leashed at Work

Here I sit at work with a genital leash beneath my jeans.

I don’t remember Alexandra putting it on me. Or exactly why we didn’t get it off.

Probably at the end of a scene I needed to go to the bathroom and slipped into my pants.

The leash’s presence vanished from my mind until I awoke yesterday.

Having about my genitals didn’t arouse me greatly but did no harm. So I left it on. Maybe I’d get lucky later in the day.

No luck but thought, what the heck, leave it on anyway. Let it be a lesser version of wearing the cock cage to work since I’m still unsure if I’ll do that again. We haven’t evolved a structure for continuing that.

At the buckle the leash is beginning to chafe just a shade so I expect it will be removed when I get home.