“You know,” he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, “I could never say why I do that. We’re alone here. I don’t have to close that door for any reason I can imagine.”

He slid his jeans to the floor and did the same for his boxers, and she gaped in confusion.

“What’s that?”

“Take a closer look.”

She squatted before him and examined the device that constricted his genitals. The thick polycarbonate cage that sheathed his penis was securely padlocked to a tight steel ring around the base of his package. It could not be removed without first unlocking it and detaching the cage from the ring.

“What’s this for?”

“It’s so I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

“Anything except pee.”

She fingered the little padlock that secured it to his body. “How do you get it off?”

He indicated her dresser with his eyes. She followed his gaze, snatched her key ring from her dresser, and gawked at the two small keys he’d added to it.

“Do you have...?”

He shook his head. “You have them both. All.”

She crouched before him again and stared at the chastity cage in mushrooming wonder.