Sissy House Husband Scene 8

I turned off the radio and looked into Denise’s eyes. Her expression bore a pursed smile. “I think I came across as a bit of a dragon.” she said.
“Noo!” I insisted, although at times, she did. “The presenter was sooo patronising toward me don’t you think?” I said. “I’m sure you didn’t want to grow up to be a mere househusband.” I said, mimicking Janine Murphey’s middle class radio four voice.
“She was.” my wife replied. “But they often are on Woman’s Hour.” she claimed. “Are you going to download the podcast?” she asked.
“I wasn’t planning on it… do you want me too?” I said.
“Absolutely!” Denise replied. “They cut out the entire discussion about your birdcage.”
“Thankfully… I don’t want that being aired on national radio!” I retorted. “In fact I wished you hadn’t mentioned it in the first place.” I moaned.
“If I didn’t mention it she would have.” Denise claimed. “I thought she was staring at my cleavage until I noticed that she was also a key-holder.” she told me.
I glanced at the pendant that hangs in Denise’s cleavage; a symbolic silver key denoting that my wife is my key-holder. The actual key to my chastity cage is kept somewhere safe, in a place unknown to me. I cast my mind back to last Tuesday when the Woman’s Hour interview was recorded. I’d never felt so ashamed in my whole life when Denise noticed the presenter’s distinctive pendant, and their excitable chat about the benefits of chastity that followed.  In fact thinking about it, it’s no wonder they removed that section from the main broadcast. For a moment I hold some hope that it’s been removed from the podcast too… until I remember Janine’s closing comment about the ‘entire’ discussion being available. “I only hope no one I know downloads it.” I groaned.
“Loads of husbands are under lock and key Robert.” Denise claimed. “You’re certainly not unique in that respect.”
“So you keep saying.” I replied. “We’d just rather all and sundry didn’t know about it.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” she said.
That’s easy for her to say.