Extremely delicate

I finally got my Steelheart removed over the weekend for a record-breaking duration—almost a year since it was last out, and the first time in two-and-a-half months that it stayed off for an entire day. My wife and I left the kids behind for forty-eight hours and rented a hotel room by the water. After being completely isolated from contact for such a long stretch, my penis felt incredibly tender. Just strolling around in my usual cotton boxers without the Steelheart meant constant friction and stimulation. Ouch! And persistent erections. I had to keep walking with my hands tucked into the pockets of my white linen trousers to hide the large bulge from view. My wife thought it was both funny and flattering. Eventually, I retreated back to our room to ‘handle’ things myself. I also used this chance to ask permission to wear her pink satin panties for the day to help ease the situation. It was either that or return to being locked up immediately; she agreed. Wearing them felt very arousing, especially since my white linen pants were almost translucent, though my shirt provided enough coverage. It’s odd feeling ‘free’ when staying confined has become routine. Naturally, I’m back in lock now, unsure of exactly when release will come again. Probably quite a while longer, as my wife realized that whenever I am out, my attention isn’t focused enough on her but rather on my own pleasure. She wasn’t wrong. It’s so normal to me now that I actually feel more at ease locked up than not. Of course, the horniness is back and will probably last another month or so if history repeats itself.