Figuring I don’t want any more pressure than necessary, I went in to the bathroom as instructed. Surprisingly, I was able to pee quite a bit. When I came back into the bedroom, Tammy had my new harness all ready for me. She put the leather pouch in place, making certain all my genitalia were in their proper place. Once this was done, she had me hold the pouch in place while she first adjusted and buckled the waist strap, and attached the rear strap to the bottom of the pouch and to the rear of the waist strap. With everything in place and secure, I felt once again that my ass must look really sexy, cheeks divided, just like when I wore the underwear with the elastic strip. I glanced over my shoulder into the mirror and sure enough, the ½ inch wide strap, cinched in place, really divided my ass cheeks. I could just make out the end of the butt plug from this angle. I could also see Tammy’s reflection smiling as she admired her handiwork.
“OK, handsome, put your jeans and shoes on and let’s go eat something.” I got dressed and was sitting down to tie my shoes when I winced – something was pinching my balls. Tammy saw this and asked me if everything was OK. I told her what was happening and she helped me unhook my jeans. She put everything back in place and adjusted the straps again. Once dressed, I felt much more secure, and was able to stand, sit and move around without pain. “I do feel full, but I’m not uncomfortable,” I said.
“That’s good, honey,” Tammy murmured, “Umm boy, you ass really looks good in those Carhart jeans; the harness kind of spreads your cheeks apart, and the center seam of your jeans is just riding nice on the strap in the harness. Any of the women who check you out at the restaurant will be wanting you tonight.”
“What restaurant did you have in mind,” I asked as we closed the hotel room door behind us.
“I thought we could go to that Chili’s passed when we got off the interstate. It looked busy. We could get a drink before dinner. See, I want you to stand next to me at the bar while I sit on a barstool. I want to show you off to any of the college girls or single women who might be in the bar,” Tammy giggled. But I had my suspicions that she was dead serious, and I better not screw up her plan.