Restraint

It's your birthday. Your twin sister is also turning 20, which means very different things for both of you.

You stare at the cieling of your room, the slender ropes of morning light highlights the familiar posters of your early years.

The saturated colors of the Heroine action movies cover many areas, a sign of your more idealistic dreams of being her noble sidekick. The dull blue of the Standard Hueristic Epiphanies, the code of conduct and ideals that were now unspoken rules for the rest of your life.

Then there was the calender.

It was old fashioned style pin-up calender, your mom loved them and had one in each of the family rooms. Yours, of course, showed men if different acts of service each month. This month was oddly apt. It was a man with cleaning a kitchen nude.

Well, almost.

He, like all men, and soon to be you, was wearing his Restraint.

A neat little device that sealed away his genitals, preventing self indulgement, allowing a male to focus on his tasks. Despite the nostalgic theme of the pin up, the Restraint was a modern model.

"Autumnal Tangle: the latest in the Constrictor series! Allows for discipline to be administered in three of the main focus areas! Comes standard with scents in the Fall/Musk line, mandatory shock Discipline option, 3 different "reward" settings, and more!"

You lay and thought about your last morning of unrestricted access.

Normally, if boys show unruly behavior, they get "training cages" but you had been good, mostly. So it was in the early hours, you thought about trying to please yourself, just once more, before the rest of the family woke up.