Doubts As Roderick vanished into the bustling night, I couldn't help but steal a glance at his retreating figure. Encased beneath those worn denim jeans was the symbol of my control - the chastity device that held him firmly in my grasp. "Power is undeniably alluring," I whispered to myself, savouring the lingering taste of Cabernet. "Who would have thought this could be so intoxicating?" I mused, tasting the sweet tang o...