No Choice But Chastity

John's wife Marsha is an ICU nurse at the hospital. She works a rotating shift, so sometimes they only see each other in passing. She was on evening shift, four to midnight, so he planned on eating leftovers and watching a game on television, when he got home from work. He did a double take when he walked into their den. His dildo, lace panties, and silicone lube were on the computer table. The eight-inch, pink, jelly dildo was upright, pointed at the ceiling. The panties were draped over it, like a tent. He froze at the door, trying to figure out if he'd left them there. Then he saw the computer monitor, with the photo of the sissy twink kneeling on the couch, dressed in a garter-belt, hose, and high heels. Five other tabs were open in the browser, his secret webmail, and the four porn sites he visited the most. A hot flash swept through him and he felt sick. Marsha had been home all day. How did she find his stuff? How did she know the sites he visits? Caught red-handed, John's overbearing mother-in-law injects herself into his marriage. John reluctantly agrees to wear the stainless steel chastity device that she insists is the only way to control him. A 16,000 word novella.