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I sigh as I gaze longfully into the display case. The buzz of the mall fills the sleazy adult store I find myself in, and the activity makes me vaguely uncomfortable. Despite myself, I feel a bit ashamed to be here. It feels like there’s a thousand sets of eyes on me even though I understand that no one really cares. I count myself lucky that I don’t have friends in my city that could recognize me here.
My eyes unfocus from the inside of the case and I look at my own reflection. Messy and short brown hair and a freckle-covered face, wearing a purple hoodie and a black skirt. I think that I look cute today, but that might just be the relief of presenting femme after a whole work week of dressing like a guy. The fact that I can see my reflection and not feel disgust is progress from a year ago, no matter the cause.
My eyes refocus into the contents of the case. In-between a column of high-end vibrators and some boxed sex dolls that I feel embarrassed to be near, a modest row of palm-sized boxes line the shelf. On each container, a picture of the contents makes the merchandise known. Though they vary in their exact specifications, they all share a common identity: chastity cages.
I had always had a massive chastity kink. Actually, at this point it might qualify as a fetish to those people who are so insistent on the difference. For years, I had fantasized about a cruel keyholder locking away my dick and lording near absolute power over me. The thrill of the denial is tantalizing to me, and I feel that I need to experience it someday.
The cages in the case vary much in their details. Some are made of plastic, and others steel. Some seem quite generous and comfortable, while others are almost impossibly small. Some of the devices even have tiny spikes in the tip. The cages also vary in price, with the more expensive options clocking in at more than three times the cheapest one.
I sigh and flick my eyes to the price bar. Even the cheapest one would cost an entire paycheck of mine. I simply can’t afford it. My rent and food take more than my paycheck every month anyway, so I can’t even afford to save anything. And even if I could buy one, what fun is it if I don’t have a keyholder? I might as well not buy it at all.
Right after I resolve to come back once I win the lottery, I hear someone approaching from my right. Turning my head, I see a store clerk approaching me. She has raven-black hair with a purple streak near the front and deep brown eyes, which suit her sharp features. Her smart uniform shirt and jeans do an admirable job to cover her full breasts and swaying hips, but I take notice anyway. Her name tag reads simply “Tia”
“Do you need help finding anything?” She speaks in a deep and sonorous, yet quiet tone. There is an intensity about her that I can’t quite describe, and it puts me on notice right away.
“N-no, thank you. I’m just window browsing. I probably won’t stay much longer.” My voice comes out a bit squeakier than I would have liked. I was never comfortable around people and this situation would have been awkward enough even if I didn’t have the misfortune of talking to a hot store clerk right in front of the cages.
Tia smiles at me. “I noticed you grimacing at the price. If the upfront cost doesn’t work for you, we can put you on a payment plan. Which item were you interested in? I can tell you how much it’d be.”
To my shame, I feel myself flush, just a little. Part of me is tempted to just make some excuse and flee the situation. But knowing how much my disposable income will have to increase to buy the thing would be very valuable. I point to one of the items on a high shelf. It’s a comparatively small steel cage without spikes. I had decided that I wanted a steel one; the thought of feeling the cool metal around my package nonstop gets me even more flushed in front of Tia, and despite my best effort I start to become hard under my skirt.
Tia hums and whips out her phone, then does a quick calculation. “There’s a premium if you want to pay less for longer. It’d be either thirty dollars a month for five months or fifteen dollars a month for a year. Do either of those work for you?”
I think. Fifteen a month...I could potentially cut out some food budget and sell one of my games to make it work. But...that’s reckless. It’s just a sex toy at the end of the day. Would I even use the thing after a month? And if an emergency comes up in the next year I might fall behind on payments. That could start to get expensive fast. I shake my head. “I...don’t think so. But thank you, really, for letting me know.”
Tia also looks lost in thought for a moment. I see her cast her eyes over me, and I instinctively take a more withdrawn body posture at the attention. After a moment of this, she smiles just a little. She sweeps her eyes across the otherwise empty store, then leans in just a little. Her voice drops into something...less cordial. “What I’m about to offer you does not come from a representative of this store. This is me, Tia, talking directly to you. Understand?”
I widen my eyes and gulp. Curiosity, alertness, and a little fear enter my system.
Tia continues sultrily, “I am...willing to buy that for you. A gift from me to you.”
I sputter, “W-wait, hold on! You really don’t have to do that, okay? That’s very g-generous, but...really. I’m fine. You shouldn’t do that.” I am thrown completely off-balance by everything about this. Her tone, her posture, this situation...it’s all very strange. And it’s not doing my crotch any favors, either.
Tia gives me a confident smirk. “Just hear me out. I’m not giving you the entire thing. I’m not that generous. I am absolutely willing to pay money for this, but I want one of the pieces.”
I shiver involuntarily. “W-which one?”
Tia flashes a predatory look. “The key, naturally.”
My heart starts pounding out of my chest, and I feel light-headed. Is this really happening? My breath hitches and I become hyper-aware of her delightful lilac scent. My face becomes fully flushed and that fact causes me even more shame. All hope is lost for my poor dick, which is now trying desperately to burst out of my panties. I swallow. “I...I-I...um, er...that’s not, ah...are...is that a serious offer?”
Tia laughs melodiously. “Yes, cutie, I’m being completely serious. This isn’t some cruel prank. Of course, if you’re not interested, then just say so and we can both go on with our days.”
A ‘no, thank you’ dies in my throat, and a ‘please please please please you’re my fucking goddess please lock me up’ dies right behind it. After a few seconds, it’s all I can do to turn my head away and shyly nod.
Tia licks her lips and brushes her hand along my thigh, causing me to squeal just a little. “I’m so glad to hear that. Give me your phone.” Scrambling, I comply, trying desperately to not collapse then and there. She taps a few times and then hands the phone back to me. “I’ve put in my number and my address. At 7:00 tonight, I want you at my house. Clean yourself up and don’t disappoint me, okay darling?”
I nod so hard that I think my head will fall off my shoulders, and then quickly power-walk away, my heart still beating like crazy. I’m a mess, but the most prominent emotion is a pure, unrestrained excitement and anticipation.
“Now, strip down to nothing,” Tia commands, getting straight to the point. I had rushed home, showered and shaved, put on my nicest lingerie, and arrived at her apartment five minutes before I should have. Tia welcomed me in, brought me to her bedroom, walls peppered with band posters and floor covered in clothes, and spoke with me a bit about boundaries, establishing a safe word in the process. Now, however, it seems that Tia was done waiting.
Nodding, flushed, I slip off my skirt and hoodie, then slide off my shirt. Tia casts an approving eye over my lacy black lingerie outlining my modest breasts and cute little package. Sparing a thought at how quickly my carefully-selected lingerie was coming off, I unbuckled the bra and slid off the panties. “Hands behind your head,” Tia barks out, and with a squeak I do as she bids.
Tia strides forward and places a soft hand on my waist. I shiver from the touch. My nipples are puffed and oversensitive, and my cock stands straight up at attention, though it’s not the most impressive sight. Tia slides her hand downward to cup my ass, and puts the other hand on my cheek, staring into my eyes. “Such a cute little thing, really. This was definitely the right decision.” She gives my ass a squeeze and I jolt. My hands leave the back of my head for a moment, but Tia slaps one of them harshly. I return to position with a wince.
Tia’s hand on my face slides downward, her fingertips just barely brushing against the skin of my breasts. Her other hand leaves my butt and traces around my thigh to just above my shaft. Pointedly not touching it, she starts rubbing my nipple, pinching and twisting it. My mouth involuntarily opens and moans start pouring out, unbidden. My whole body shakes on its own, and I find myself trying to lean more into her, to feel more of her. She won’t let me, and moves her hands away with me, so that only the tips of her fingertips ever touch me.
“M-Mistress…” I groan out, the title coming naturally to me. “Please...p-please...I need…”
Mistress giggles. “You silly girl. You know what’s going to happen to that thing, but you still want me to stimulate it? Surely you don’t think that you’re going to cum tonight?”
I widen my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. “No, Mistress...b-but...this is torture...I’ll do anything...I just need...n-need…”
Mistress reaches her hand down lower and begins tracing my very tip with her fingertips. I bite down a scream at the first contact. “To be honest, I thought that you’d touch yourself before coming here. I’m glad to be proven wrong.” I nod feverishly. I had understood that doing that would ruin all the fun. “But...maybe you’ll come to regret that decision?”
Without warning, Mistress shoves me onto her bed face-down. I yelp, but before I can orient myself Mistress positions me how she wants. “Don’t you dare try to move.” I find myself ass up on the bed, spread and exposed with my cock dripping downward. I flush a deep red at the embarrassing pose.
Mistress kneels between my legs, reaches around, and grips my cock in her hand. I press my face in her pillow and let out a loud squeal. The stimulation feels unbearable after the teasing. Mistress starts stroking the shaft steadily and I can’t help but writhe and squirm. Waves of pleasure crash into me, and I alternate between low whimpers and loud cries at the attention.
I hear the sound of a container coming unscrewed. I look behind me and see Mistress opening a small bottle of lube. She squirts some on both fingers on her right hand. I widen my eyes and part my lips, but can’t bring myself to look away. Never stopping the stroking, she smirks at me, looks me in the eye, and slides both fingers into my hole.
I jolt my neck up and grit my teeth, no longer having any control over the endless torrent of pitiful noises that I’m making. “F-fffffffuck...aaaAA~...Mistress...fuckaaaAAA!” I scream again and press my face into her bed, my hair splaying out against the sheets, as she starts gently finger-fucking me and stroking me at the same time.
“You will tell me when you’re close,” Mistress orders, and I nod, my mind slowly starting to leave me. The feeling of her fingers pressing against my prostate combined with the stroking threaten to overwhelm me. I start to reach my hands downward, but stop them, looking back at Mistress. She smiles and nods, anticipating my request. I start feverishly rubbing my nipples at the same time; my hyper-sensitive skin makes every touch and brush feel like an electric wire.
Slowly but powerfully, an orgasm starts building up in my core. I grow tenser, my body quivering, and I open my mouth in a voiceless scream. Mistress speeds up her fucking, but stops stroking, only grabbing my cock instead, massaging it with her fingers. I find myself stop approaching an orgasm, but also not coming down; I groan and squirm and beg voicelessly as I’m kept exactly at the edge. “Fffffuck, close!” I bite down on the pillow.
After a few more agonizing moments of being fucked that seem like they last forever, Mistress takes her hand off my cock and slides her fingers out of my ass. I collapse on the bed instantly, sweaty, panting, and rock-hard. Arousal and pleasure still buzz through my entire body, and even the sheets’ texture feels like the most powerful stimulation. I try to take several deep breaths to steady myself, head still foggy.
Mistress grabs my waist and flips me up. I look up at her with cloudy eyes. She smiles and brushes her hand against my face. “You did such a good job. Good girl.” I beam and press my palm into her hand, happy at the praise.
Mistress opens her night drawer and pulls out two pairs of handcuffs. She pulls my wrists above my head and clamps them to the bedpost, then strides to the other end of the bed and clamps my ankles together. I give both pairs a few test tugs, but both are completely secure. Mistress then reaches under the bed and pulls out the exact small metal cage that I had told her that I wanted earlier in the day.
“You have a good eye for cages,” Mistress tells me, taking the ring out of the box. She reaches down and pushes my cock and balls through the ring, leaving it secure wrapped around my base. “This one is small, but not so small that you will feel much pain. Well, not too much, anyway. The metal will feel quite secure, I’m sure. You’ll never be able to forget that you’re wearing it.” Mistress sits next to me on the bed. “Now, all that’s left to do is wait for you to get soft. Don’t worry, I have time.”
Eventually, it takes fifteen minutes to calm down. While we wait, Tia and I talk about our jobs, hobbies and interests, shows we’ve watched, and bands we like. I get so enraptured in the conversation that I almost forget I’m naked and helpless. That fact does nothing to help me get soft, but eventually I do. When that happens, Tia pushes my flaccid dick into the cage, slides in the metal lock piece connecting the cage to the ring, and secures it with the key.
Tia threads a metal necklace chain through the hole in the key. “Just as promised, I’ll be keeping the key, while you can ‘keep’ the rest of it.” She unlocks both sets of handcuffs and I slowly get off the bed, shaking my legs awake. “How does it feel?” My new keyholder asks. I poke my now-caged dick as a test, I can feel my finger through the bars, but it’s not exactly stimulating. The metal feels weighty and imposing, but comfortable. “It seems...just fine,” I nod.
I flush. Even though I had gotten soft eventually, I still feel every bit as aroused as before. Even more so now because I know that no release lies ahead of me. At least, not for a while. My heart is pounding and I’m still sweaty, but after a minute I slide on my clothes and let Tia lead me to the door. She gives me a quick peck on the lips, her new key necklace dangling over her shirt. “Come back in a few days. If I think you’re being too impatient, there will be some punishment. I know you’ll be a good girl for me.” I smile and nod, and start back home, my crotch feeling much heavier than before. That night, the only thing I can think about while falling asleep is what she did to me and when, or if, I would ever orgasm again.