Part 1: Note, this story draws heavily on the notion of a keysafe, as implemented by Robert at keysafe.org. One of the character names in this story is an homage to Robert. Progression I awoke with the worst hangover of my life. I had passed out on the carpet, apparently, nude beside my safe. My head was pounding, as I came dizzily to my hands and knees, disoriented. Im grateful that I wasnt far from the bathroom door. My stomach churned, and in a panic I lunged to the bathroom, mostly crawling across the floor. I paid homage to the porcelain goddess. Wow. I must have really drunk a lot last night! As I knelt before the toilet, awaiting the next wave, I cast my mind back. It was foggy. I remembered the evening to a point. I was drinking, and masturbating, and drinking some more, and then yet some more. I remember masturbating and fantasizing. I looked down, and saw that my stainless steel chastity tube was once again secured and locked. I didnt remember doing it. I sat on the bathroom floor, somewhat wobbly, until I was certain my stomach was done emptying itself into my toilet. I flushed, flipped down the lid, crawled up and sat on it. I reached for some stomach medicine, and poured a cup of cool water, still sitting on the toilet. I sipped the water slowly, hoping it would stay down. It seemed it would. Still thinking about last night, I tried to reconstruct.. OH MY GOD!! I jumped up not a great idea. I stumbled, knocking the plastic water cup on the floor and almost fell in the tub. I grabbed the door frame for balance and lunged back outside to look at my safe - the safe which held the key to my chastity tube. It was locked securely. I grabbed my car keys off the top of the safe, where I left them. I confirmed what I already knew. I lowered myself to the floor and stared at the safe, willing myself to remember. Did I really do it? Shit! Did I?