"How does it work exactly?" Patty asked, holding the plastic device in her hand, studying it carefully. I loved the little wrinkle that appeared on her otherwise smooth forehead whenever she raised her eyebrows in curiosity.
I felt flustered and excited. I've talked about some of my kinks with her in the five years we had been best friends, and even showed her my Fleshlight once, but I had never shown her something as kinky as a chastity device and it made me a little nervous, but most of all excited. I felt my heart pound in my chest.
"Here, let me show you," I said and gently took the chastity cage from her. I turned the key to unlock it, pulled the metal lock from it's sheathing and took the cage off the ring. "The ring goes around the cock and balls, behind the balls and when you put the cage over the penis and lock it, it keeps you from stimulating the penis and the tight space between the cage and the rings make it impossible to take it off without unlocking it," I explained, while demonstrating how it closed while talking to her.
I looked at her familiar face and saw a twinkle in her eyes.
"Interesting," she mumbled, eyes still glued to the cage. She seemed to hesitate a little, but then dropped her reservations and bluntly asked: "Would you show me how it works?"
"I just did," I said, a little confused about her question.
"No, I mean, would you show me how you wear it? Like put it on?"
I felt the blood flush to both my face and genital area at the same time. Part of me really wanted to show her, but it seemed a little weird to actually do it.
You see, Patty and I had been very good friends for a few years now, but it has always been absolutely platonic. Although we talked quite often and openly about sex and even slept in the same bed a couple of times, we never had done anything. It was not that I didn't want to, I mean, there was definitely some kind of love and attraction between us, but she always had a boyfriend. She'd had a number of boyfriends since we've met and I've met all of them and it was clear as the light of day that I was no match for them at all. They were all incredibly handsome, well build and tall alpha guys, while I was short, skinny and a nerdy beta. And of course she would have handsome boyfriends. Although she may not be a real classic beauty like a model, she was pretty enough. She was petite, with a slender, athletic body. Her eyes and hair where the exact same tint of hazelnut brown and although her tits were very small, B's or maybe even A's, She had a really, really nice butt. And she knew how to dress. At 23 years old, she had a talent of looking way younger and innocent or look like a 30 year old secretary, depending on how she dressed and did her hair. There was no denying Patty was hot as fuck and almost every guy should have noticed.
Next to that, she had that feisty power girl quality that can be really attractive. Like she knew she was hot and wouldn't take shit from any guy. She knew how to handle guys and how to make sure she would not be played by them.
Therefore I had concluded and made peace with the fact that the best place I could possibly reach in her existence was deeply in the friend zone, or maybe as a brother she never had, and Patty always had treated me like that: a friend she dearly loved, had fun with, shared her secrets with and felt a connection with, but who was not interesting to her in any other way.
Although I loved her and a part of me would want to be with her for the rest of my life, I was mostly fine with that position in her life. Since she told be just about everything, I knew she had a habit of looking down on guys, especially her boyfriends. At least, I thought so. She could sometimes complain endlessly about her boyfriends and seemed very focused on what was wrong with them and what they should do differently. She could talk pretty condescending about them. That was a part of her personality that I sometimes hated it. And at the same time, I found it very attractive. It made me love and fear her a little at the same time.
So, putting on a chastity cage and showing her my penis seemed like something that just was not done. I'd feel weird and what worried me the most: it might make her feel even weirder. There was no way to unsee what she would see if I did that. Our friendship may never be the same and I cared to much about her to just let that happen.
Still, I would really like to show her.
"I don't know Patty, won't that be weird?" I stammered, really doubting if that would be a good idea.
"Nah, it'll be fun," she said, grinning mischievously.
I just stood there for a second, staring at the chastity device, considering my options.
"Are you shy, Conrad?" she teasingly joked. She knew I was. We had spent enough time together to have seen each other in underwear, but never naked, and I had mentioned numerous of times in our deep conversations I didn't feel at ease with my body.
"Yeah, a little, and you know I am." I admitted. "But I can get over that. I'm just wondering if that won't be crossing some kind of line or something?"
She briefly thought about it. "I don't think so. I mean, it's not as if we're doing something sexual, right? And if that thing does what it's meant to do, how would that be sexual?"
I felt my cock stir at the idea of me putting on that cage and showing her my caged penis. It would be very sexual for me, but I didn't tell her that.
"Come on, I really would like to see how it looks," she said, reassuring me. "It's the first time I've heard about anything like a chastity cage, and now I want to see. I'm really curious. And don't worry, I won't make fun of you or tell anyone."
My heartbeat raised again shortly before I hesitantly said: "Ok, I'll show you."
So, that was decided. Now what?
"How are we going to do this? Do you want me to show you how to put it on?" I asked.
She pondered the possibilities for a second. "No, just go into you bedroom and put it on there," she said. "I'll wait here."
I was really relieved she said that, because I could feel my cock get hard and whipping it out in front of her would make putting on the cage pretty much impossible. And also, I didn't want her to see that my hands would be shaking if I had to put it on while she was eyeballing my penis.
I went into the bedroom and put the chastity cage on. It was quite a hassle since my semi-erect cock was hard to get through the ring and I had to wait a few minutes to get it to go down enough to be able to stuff my penis in that tight, plastic cage. In the process my cock kept fighting the cage and I kept fighting the growth of my cock, but eventually I managed to get it on and locked correctly.
I pulled my pants back up and took a deep breath. I waited a few seconds while gathering the courage to go back into the living room.
When I entered the living room, my heart was pounding and my face must have been red as a lobster.
Patty was waiting for me, sitting on the couch, smiling a bit sheepishly when I returned, but she had an eager sparkle in her eyes. I knew that look. She had that look if she was going to tell me a sexual secret.
"Go on, show me," she said playfully.
"Are you sure about this?"
