Several days off. I was looking forward to it. The days off had been meant for something else, but those plans fell through. Now, I had the weekend plus several extra days. I could barely contain myself as I was excited to try out the new toy I had recently purchased.
As soon as I got to my apartment, I checked with the management building and sure enough, the package was there. Before I could do anything else, I had the package opened on my table and trying to decipher the many parts of this contraption. I had seen it used on a few male submissives on several websites in the recent weeks and it sparked my interest.
In a matter of minutes I had the assembly figured out, but the sizing part would be difficult. I had read about this and knew it could take a while.
Opening a bottle of whisky and turning on the TV, I decided to make an evening out of it. Hopefully I hadn't spent all the money on this thing for nothing.
After several attempts, I finally started getting the hang of how to judge which ring was small enough and which spacers allowed just enough room to not be uncomfortable.
Surprisingly, the latest configuration didn't feel too bad at all...until my cock attempted a hard on and everything became almost overwhelmingly tight. I hadn't known what to expect, but this was both incredibly awesome and scary. At the moment of my arousal, it felt like a hand with superhuman strength was keeping my cock from getting any type of erection while at the same time tightening a cock right around my balls. The sensation was arousing, but the device prevented any relief of erection or actual pleasure.
It was hard to believe that anyone could really endure this type of device for more than a few hours, although I had read several accounts of male submissives claiming to have been locked up for weeks and even months. How much of this was fantasy or reality, I had no idea. But, it did encourage my own curiosity to see what it might feel like to have your manhood securely locked away and no longer have the ability to masturbate.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated to life.
It was an ex-girlfriend of mine, the only ex-girlfriend I still talked to on occasion. The only ex-girlfriend who knew of my kinky secrets and I hers, which was why we still remained friends.
"Hey, sorry to bug you, but I have an odd question," she said sweetly.
"Go on," I replied, my cock instantly springing to life inside the tiny, confined cage.
"Well, I sort of bid on this thing online and now that I have it, it's way too big. But, I thought you might like it. There's no return policy so it's I give it to someone else or I trash it. You interested?"
Oh, why did she have to call now? This device had been so difficult putting on that I didn't want to take it off, but it was focusing all my sexual energies on the cock I couldn't, at the moment, pleasure or get an erection with.
Before I could think, I said, "Of course. What do you got?"
"Let me just surprise you! Can I come over? I just got off work and your place is on my way."
"Erm, I, uh," I stammered.
"Or another time, sorry to bug you, I know it's late."
"No, no, sorry. I've had a couple drinks so I'm buzzed a bit. That'd be fine for you to stop out, no worries."
"Okay, see you in a few!" she chirped and hung up.
Rationally, I knew what need to be done. The device needed to be unlocked immediately and I needed to get dressed quickly.
Instead, I took a large sip of my drink and placed the keys on top of the fridge. Not wanting to be completely naked, I put on some loose pajamas and started flipping the channels.
Where did she work that was right on the way home? Last she had said, she was doing doubles at a local bar and grill. I shrugged it off and took another sip.
Minutes later, I heard a knocking at my door. Without thinking twice, I leapt from my couch and unlocked the door.
And what I saw was completely unexpected. There she was, standing there in a bright orange jumpsuit with the logo of a particularly famous bar and grill chain on her chest.
"Hi!" she said, bouncing through the door. "Hope I didn't disturb you. You look like you were comfortable."
Ironically, I wanted to pull my pants down right there and show her how uncomfortable I was, especially now, knowing what she was wearing under that bright orange jumpsuit.
She was a petite thing, standing maybe 5'2 with light brown hair. Her skin was pleasantly colored light brown like her hair with a well proportioned little frame to match. In that moment I wondered why on earth I had decided breaking up with her was a good idea.
Her eyes rolled to the side and she said, "Um, are you actually gawking at me? Hello?"
"Oh, sorry, I just..well, you seem to have caught me unaware. I didn't- It's just- Well-"
"You can't stop thinking about what I'm wearing under this. Pantyhose was always kryptonite to you. And of course, I love the feeling of nylons which is why this job is so much fun. You wouldn't realize how many guys have huge nylon fetishes out there. Yours is just unnaturally huge!" She said laughing. "This might not be a good idea, but it's summer and I am a little hot," she said unzipping her jacket and pulling her pants off.
"We're not 'allowed' to wear our uniforms outside the restaurant, although enough girls do it on Halloween and at parties year round."
And there she was, standing in those tight, spandex shorts and pantyhose combined with the spandex tank top that held her breasts together tightly.
"How much have you had to drink? You're seriously ogling way more than I had thought you would," she said with hands on her hips.
