Oliver got back from the rink. It was weird being out with his friends while locked in chastity. He couldn't help but feel like they must all know... but of course there was no way they could. They had pizza, watched the roller-skaters circle the rink, played some games in the arcade, and then when the guys were headed out to the pub, Oliver had decided to call it a night. He was too distracted to stay out. He couldn't stop checking his phone to see if Miss K had unlocked his chastity or sent a message telling him where to meet her. She hadn't done either. If that wasn't...