Life Could Be A Dream...
As you walk your mind drifts to other possibilities. Maybe if you went two weeks instead of one, the orgasm would be better - but by then you'd be crawling up the wall. Still, if you could work out a way to keep from stroking for that long. Thoughts of the chastity belts you've seen on the internet keep surfacing. If you just hid the key from yourself, or mailed it off to a keyholder, you'd have to wait until the preset time. Perhaps its time to bite the bullet...
You can hear music, coming from around the bend. It occurs to you that you've been so distracted by your libido that you've lost track of where you are. A small, secluded park lies off to your right, and from it you can hear a woman singing...
"Life could be a dream...
If I could take you up in paradise up above..."
The voice is beautiful, sultry, sexy. Your feet move of their own accord, taking you down a side path through a copse of trees.
"If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love
Life could be a dream, sweetheart..."
The voice mixes with a weeks worth of desire built up in your system and you can feel yourself getting hard in your clothes.
"Oh, life could be a dream..."
Only now does it occur to you that you aren't in control of your own thoughts. Everything you've done this morning has been scripted to this moment - getting yourself all revved up without release, losing yourself in the city, following this voice without any reason or rhyme. It's as though a spell has been put over you. You have to fight back.
"If only all my precious plans would come true..."
You have to get control of yourself.
"If you would let me spend my whole life lovin' you..."