It was a Sunday, I locked Don Quixote into the chastity device. We would not see each other again until Friday. He didn’t complain. He knew that I had the right to control him in that way.
He did, however, mention that he had a date. One of those kinds of dates. A date for sex. He was letting me know that perhaps I might not think this was an optimal time for him to be locked up. I thought about it. Did I really want to ruin his sex date? I wasn’t really worried about DQ, but I did want to be considerate to his date. I want to be a good poly partner.
I did not have to think about it too long. “Some of the best sex we’ve had did not involve your cock. I think your date will be just fine.” I kissed him good-bye, “Have fun! See you Friday!”