Questions

"It's a series of three simple questions, I fail to see the difficulty in answering any of them," my wife glared at me.

"I just...I mean...I think...you're not being..."

"Did you touch yourself?" she asked, her tone coming through clearly.

I sighed. "Y...yes, but..."

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" she asked, interrupting me.

"No, but..."

"What did I say the consequence for that would be?"

"Listen, I only..."

"What. Is. The. Consequence?"

I said nothing for a good two minutes while she glared at me. "C...chastity," I finally said.

"Get the cage," she said.

"Please, can't we discuss this rationally," I said.

"Get the cage," she said again.

"How...how long?" I asked.

Her eyes went wide. "You dare ask how long? Let's just say this isn't measured in days or even weeks," she said, "we're talking months. Many, many months."