Plot: Anya locks Mike in a chastity device with the help of a cute sex shop employee.
Themes: Chastity, light public humiliation, femdom
A quick word from the author:
-You can read this chapter standalone. Of course, reading the first three chapters is better.
-Constructive comments are always welcome (on this chapter, or suggestions of what you want to see next)
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We drove silently to the sex shop Anya phoned less than thirty minutes ago. She still looked extremely pissed at me for breaking my promise of not touching myself behind her back. I felt guilty for it and fully aware that any explanation I would give would make my case worst. I was also surprised at her decision to get me a chastity device. Logically speaking, she wanted me to stop touching myself; a cock cage would do the job. But she also knew it was one of my fantasies. It almost felt like I was getting rewarded for doing something terrible. So here I was, torn between excitement and guilt. Anya's words were echoing in my head: "If you don't stop wanking by will, you will by force." I felt my cock twitch.
We parked nearby the store. Before leaving the car, Anya broke the silence: "I'm so mad at you. I can't believe you would betray my trust. It has been twice in two days, all because of your inability to control your impulses. You will stop disobeying me. Am I clear?"
"Yes, mam!" I said with a wink, trying to ease her anger.
She wouldn't have it, "I am not joking, Mike. It didn't escape me that this is part of your wildest fantasies. Still, this isn't a reward but a punishment. I'm doing this for us. If you can't curb your addiction, I'll handle it. Plus, I'm almost certain that once you don't have access to your cock at will, it should hit very differently than what you had in mind."
I felt a knot in my throat and said, "I'm keen on trying. I would even be lying if I said I wasn't excited, but how long will you keep me in there?"
"For as long as I think is necessary," she answered while exiting the car.
I followed, apprehensive of how it would go in the store. We had never been inside but had passed by often over the years. It wasn't exactly an old kind of sex shop with the shady bunch of older men browsing the DVDs section; more like a modern and slick concept. I felt my heart beating like a drum as we were heading in.
Aside from the cashier clerk, the store was empty, which gave me some relief. They probably didn't get many customers because she looked absorbed in her book. When she finally looked up to welcome us, I noticed she was pretty cute: Asian-American, with high cheekbones, thick-frame glasses, and a warm smile.
"Hi! Anything I can help you with today?" She greeted.
"Hi, we are just going to browse for a bit," I answered, instinctively wanting to keep the purpose of our visit a secret.
Anya had other plans. "Hi, yes, actually, we could use your help!" she said, smiling. "I called you half an hour ago. I assume it was you on the other end?"
"Oh, yes, it was! My name is Vicky." Her voice was energetic, and she seemed happy to get some distraction from her reading. "You were asking about chastity devices, right?"
I felt my cheeks flush. So much for discretion!
"Yes, any recommendation? I have to say I do not know much about it", admitted Anya.
"Of course! I assume it is for you?" She told me.
I avoided her eyes and sheepishly looked at my feet. "Hum... yeah, it is."
"I see! Well, let me show you around!" she said, motioning us to follow her in the more "BDSM" part of the shop. She stopped in front of a shelf full of various chastity cages; they seemed to carry many colors, materials, and sizes. The situation felt a little surreal. A few days ago, this was one of my biggest secret turn-ons, and now we were standing in a sex shop to discuss which one was the right purchase. I didn't feel ready. It was like a dream in which I was driving a car and trying to break, but it kept accelerating instead.
Seemingly oblivious to my embarrassed look, Vicky continued: "As you can see, we carry many brands. It can be confusing if it is your first time buying one. I can help. May I have some context on how you intend to use it if that's not indiscrete, of course!" She said with a mischievous smile.
"What do you mean exactly?" my wife replied, looking slightly puzzled.
"Well, is it for short or long-time wear? What features are you looking for? Some want it to be very breathable; others look for something impossible to escape from, or something very discreet, and so on!"
At first, I was relieved I didn't have to answer that as Anya started talking. Until I heard what she said, that is. "My husband doesn't seem to control himself; he touches himself too much for our liking. So we are looking to curb that bad habit."
I elbowed her. "Anya! That isn't necessary!" I whispered, embarrassed. Lowering my voice was useless because Vicky could hear just as well.
"Oh, that's ok! I'm not here to kink-shame you! I see all sorts of things here, and your secret is safe with me!" She said, trying to ease my awkwardness. Addressing Anya, she continued, "So, it seems that you need something built for medium to long-term wear. I'd recommend something discreet, light, and breathable. This material works best", she explained while grabbing one of the devices and showing it to my wife. "This is one of our new models with an anti-pull-out feature, making it almost impossible to escape."
Satisfied, Anya smiled, "That sounds perfect!"
"I know, right?" Vicky replied, "We can't trust men when it comes to this; you know how they can be!" She giggled." Now, for the size: I do not want to be too technical, but we need something that wraps around his manhood nicely. Not too tight, but not loose. We carry three sizes: large, regular, and small."
"We will go for the smaller-sized one!" Instantly replied Anya, followed by a nervous laugh, as I felt my heart drop.
Vicky looked surprised for the first time, "Are you sure? We usually recommend going for the regular one and adjusting if needed. You wouldn't want the chastity device to be too tight, especially if worn for a few days."
"I still think small is best," Anya said with a wink.
Worried it would be too tight for comfort and out of pride, I interjected, "Maybe we should consider both sizes, just to make sure?"
"Should we describe to Vicky how measuring you went yesterday?" my smirking wife replied.
" Mmm. No. We can try small; I guess, " I shrugged l, defeated and looking down again.
As a good salesperson, Vicky did her best to lighten the mood. "I see you came prepared with measurements! That will be very helpful!" She said, giggling. Then talking to me directly, "And you know what they say, it's not the size of the tool that matters, but rather the way you use it!"
Both of them giggled. The knot in my throat prevented me from saying a word.
"Anyway, picking the right size is always a little challenging. We have some fitting rooms at the back of the store. Would you like to try it on?" She told me like we were talking about a shirt.
