Trading Intimacy for Political Power

Later today I’m taking office as my village’s city councilman, stepping into the unexpired term of a member who served for thirty years before passing away on October 2. Miss Beth demanded some sexual favours first, in return for political access to me. (She already has that access, but whatever). After an event she found wholly satisfying, she launched into a two-hour tease session with me. It was a test: can he handle the pressure, just as no doubt my new political career will? (Yeah right, what political pressure is there in a village of 127 people?). Later, she drifted off to sleep after making sure I was sealed inside my chastity belt—not the cage, since that allows certain “parts” to rub against each other. And with me so excited, we can’t have any friction. The entire package area is now encased in its armour. To calm my excitement enough to sleep, I plan to wade through a pile of paperwork sent by the village clerk—government documents should do the trick (ending the excitement and putting me out). James … no release since September 10. Miss BethK has decided I’ll stay without for at least a year (on our anniversary next year, if I’m lucky and behave).