Did I leave them on the table when we went to lunch? Did I drop them on the seat in the uber?
The combination of fear and excitement keeping your heart rate up and your cage so tight. You know I'm doing it on purpose too. π
Carrying your chastity keys around and always leaving them places so you have to frantically and compulsively keep your eyes open/checking in case | leave them behind... oops, did I set them on a shelf in the store while I was looking at something?