When we entered the adult store, the electronic chime announced our presence. I recognized the familiar layout of the windowless store. Many toys and accessories lined one side, while the other side displayed sexy lingerie and costumes to sexing up the bedroom. My wife Rhonda led the way, walking with me to the cashier who was adjusting one of the displays.
Why is it that almost every cashier at these types of stores are really sexy Big Beautiful Women? Not that I'm complaining because the employee looked very much like by own wonderful wife. Rhonda is 5' 6" tall, has a glorious 44-36-44 curvy Italian body, with long black hair. She is a strong-willed woman and I love it, and at her job as a chief financial officer for a Fortune 100 company, she rules the roost because she knows exactly what she wants. We can look like a bit of an odd couple, as I am 5' 3", pale skinned with a receding hairline. I barely weigh 135 pounds, and I continue to wonder why this vivacious, sexy woman wants to spend her life with me, but she does.
"Hi there, I'm April. How can I help you folks?"
Rhonda, my hand in hers, approached the buxom blond and said, "Hey, April, I'm Rhonda. It is nice to meet you. I have a date with a really hung black man tomorrow night, and I need to find something to keep my husband here from getting overexcited and spoiling the evening. Can you help us with that?"
As my wife explained the circumstances, I turned crimson. There was no need for her to say all of that. Couldn't she have just said to show us some cock cages? At any rate, April looked me over as my wife spoke, and smiled knowingly.
April offered, "Oh, I see. You're afraid that he's going to play with himself, while you're having fun with your bull, and lose his spunk on the bedroom carpet?"
"Exactly. Larry just can't keep from touching himself when he gets dirty thoughts in his head."
"Oh, okay. Has that happened before?"
"Oh, no, he hasn't. Tomorrow is our first time for him being my cuckold, but Larry has been feeling very anxious, and, well, he's a quick cummer on a good day, aren't you, Babydoll?" Rhonda looked to me to confirm her comments and I just nodded. She continued, "A friend of mine told me that if I allow him to cum too quickly, he might panic after he comes down from his high, and that might spoil things for me and my bull."
The cashier wore a black cocktail type skirt that hugged her exaggerated ass and hips, plus a sheer white blouse that tried to contain her 46- or 48 -inch bust. April had been nodding all through Rhonda's comments, and added, "Oh yeah, you are SO right. My Robby did that to me on our first night of cucking, and it was horrible. I made Robby wait in the car the next time. I was so upset with him, that he wasn't allowed to be in the same room for a long time. It was so much better fucking my bull without his nonsense, and Robby was just a bundle of nerves. It nearly killed him not knowing, but I promised him that he would still get to clean me up when I got back."
I couldn't believe that this woman and my wife were talking about their men so openly like this.
"So, to answer your question, I have a few items that I use with my boyfriend that can help you out. Wait right here." With that, the young lady walked to the front door and turned the sign on the window from OPEN, COME ON IN, to, CLOSED, PLEASE COME AGAIN. She locked the door latch, and turned toward us. On her way back to us, she added, "Its almost closing time, so I might as well lock up so I can help you two out personally. Follow me."
She had a quick pace and I couldn't keep my eyes off her plump ass cheeks as they swayed with every step. My wife and I caught up to her, just as April stopped at a shelf and pulled out a stainless steel cage, complete with a tiny lock. When April removed the cage from the box, Rhonda began chuckling. "Oh my God, girl, that won't work for Larry. His little dick will swim in that."
April scowled, and looked at me with pity. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is for an average sized men, say, five to six inches." She gave an obvious pout, and added, "Aren't you that big, sweetie? Rhonda caught on immediately.
"For God sake, Larry, show April what we are working with." I looked at my wife, pleading without saying anything. Her contemptuous look told me to comply, so I began to unbuckle my pants, looking around that there weren't any others around but April to see my lack of manhood. April placed her hands on her wide hips, awaiting the sight of my plight.
As my pants fell to the floor and having hooked my jockeys with my thumbs, I recognized the other witness - the CCTV surveillance camera pointed down at us. My heart raced as I let them fall as well, and my already aroused dicklet, as my wife refers to it, protruded barely four inches from my balls. April brought over the regular sized cage and slipped it easily over my cock, and the head was still almost a half inch from the steel cap.
April chuckled, touching me gently on my shoulder in consolation, "Well, you're right. That won't do at all. Let me see..." She looked above and below, and reached to the back of another shelf. She pulled out a smaller box aptly named SIZE ZERO, and flipped the box top open. Out of it came basically a steel ring and a metal cap with a hasp for a lock. "You might be a bit big for the Size Zero, but half the fun is watching you try to stuff it in. It might even make you feel a bit manly to know you're a little bit too big for something."
My wife remained shaking her head as the young lady bent over to help me with the cage, her ample breasts keeping me aroused. "Hmm," she said, looking at my hardness, "We are just going to have to get you out of this mental state, cuz as little as you are, it will really hurt to jam your little guy in this." April lowered herself on her haunches, and I couldn't keep myself from peeking up her skirt into her creamy thighs. I know she intentionally parted her thighs for me. The girth of her thighs prevented me seeing what color panties, if any, that she was wearing. The sight of both her meaty thighs and her ample cleavage didn't help with my hardness dilemma.
April slid her hand along the underside of my already leaking shaft. She looked up to Rhonda and asked, "Do you want me to fix this?" She added an evil smile.
"Do what you've got to do to get this thing on him. We need to make sure it fits." Rhonda's wink at April was all a part of their little game.
April cupped my tightened balls in her fingers, teasing me so well, and then glided her fingers back along my length. I saw the glistening glob of precum dripping from the head of my penis, and she wiped that away with her middle finger. Just then, her other hand came down and spanked the head of my cock from the topside.
"Bad boy!" she admonished. I jerked back in shock.
She followed that with another sharp slap, and then another, stinging my oversensitive penis right near the tip. I looked down in horror as my cock responded by the blood quickly leaving my groin. I've had Rhonda spank my dick when we are in bed, but never has a stranger spanked me like that. I thought something like that would make me harder, but my dwindling dick proved me wrong when the head began to hide within my shriveled foreskin.
The cashier wasted no time sliding the ring over one nut and then the other, and her deft fingers pulled my wiener through the ring as well; all of my junk poking through the metal ring . She picked up the thin steel cap and placed it on the post, pinning my softened penis tightly against my ball sack. The lock slid in easily and she stepped back, proud of her ability to place me safely inside. There was three holes in the lid that made it look like the cap of a saltshaker.
"That's perfect, April," Rhonda commented.
"Aren't those holes for peeing? Won't it make me spray all over the toilet?" I asked, in dismay.
April chided me, as though I should have known, "No, silly. Those holes are there to make sure that you sit down to pee like a girl. It will make a real mess if you try to stand up like a man." Both women laughed out loud at my plight.
Rhonda turned to me and said, "Listen Babydoll, if you don't want to do this, we can take this thing off right now, and I'll cancel my date with Roderick tomorrow. And I can just learn to live with that." She pointed to my crotch, reminding me of her dissatisfaction with my male prowess. "I guess I can get used to only being orally satisfied."
