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If my partner forbids me from wearing anything even slightly resembling a dressing gown, a silk robe, full size panties or an over-sized Hello Kitty t-shirt to sleep in; what are my chances of getting away with the Cuddlee?

I am not normally one to be on the receiving end of the male version of pussy whipping (hmmmm, what does one call it when the man whips and not the woman?), but on this occasion I would have to agree with his standards and oblige.

It's one thing to have your partner wandering around the house in a towelling dressing gown (cause you might be naked underneath), wearing a pair of full size panties (cause it might be fulfilling a fantasy of doing over the school librarian) or even snuggling up in bed to a different kind of pussy (Hello Kitty, meow), but seeing me relaxing on the couch twittering away dressed like OB1 Kenobe is stretching fantasies just a little too far.  Even if I let you at me with your light saber!

So, along with a lot of kinky Japanese inventions, me thinks the Cuddlee is best reserved for people called Doreen, Gladys and Nora who feel the cold, sip on Horlicks and strive to look absolutely ridiculous warm.