"This is just our first stop of the night," Destiny said as she started walking to the front door of the sex shop. "You're going to tell me what things you like here and I'll buy them."
I followed behind, breathing heavily but trying to conceal my nerves. Inside the shop, she led me to a locked display of chastity cages. My heart raced. I had a feeling I knew where this was going. She was taking my tease and denial fetish to the next level and there was nothing I could do to stop her. I wasn't sure I wanted to stop her. My gaze followed her body as she walked, from her leather boots to her thick thighs which vanished just before the curve of her ass, barely covered by her dress. She hardly had to try and she was still feeding my masochistic desire to be teased and denied.
"I've read that these can help keep your..size small," Destiny said casually, browsing the cock cages. "Combined with my drug, I think you would see good results if you wore one."
A cruel smile grew on her face as she continued. "Besides, you remember what I said about never feeling the inside of my pussy, right? I mean, blowjobs are out of the question of course. Shit, I think I may even deny you even a handjob since you're such a glutton for punishment. This morning may have been a one time thing too, so I hope you enjoyed it."
My face was red hot with embarrassment. I looked at the store clerk to see if they overheard her. Their eyes were buried in a work computer ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore our conversation.
"So will you wear one for me?"
"Yes," my voice said. Those words: "for me" would be problematic for me. What wouldn't I do for her? I wasn't turned off by chastity. I had just never really considered it. My preference was irrelevant as I knew my mind wouldn't let me refuse.
"Good," she said and looked at the clerk expectantly. "Hi, we'll take one of these..the smallest size."
I was embarrassed to think of what judgements the clerk was silently making of me. I didn't think I was that small but with any luck, I would be soon. I looked at the cage inside its plastic package after she handed it to me and thought I might fit in it if I was completely soft. It would probably be snug until the drug transformed me. I continued following Destiny as she moved to a section for strap-on dildos.
"How do you feel about pegging?" She asked.
"It turns me on," my voice said despite my anxiety about revealing things I had never told anyone. "I-I've tried anal by myself but I've always thought it would be better with someone else."
"Good. I've always wanted to peg someone. Might as well be you," she said as she picked one off the shelf. It was bigger than any dildo I had ever tried by myself. She paused, staring at the shelf of toys before grabbing a different strap-on package as well.
"Actually, I think when I feel like it, I'll have you fuck me with one of these," she said and put both into my increasingly filled arms. "Look! It even has a spot where your cage will go!"
I looked at the package in my arms, scanning the details explained on it. It was, in fact, meant to be worn by someone in chastity. I liked the idea that this piece of rubber would touch places inside Destiny's body that I would never feel. All the while I would be locked up, mere inches away. I followed her to another section with various electronic toys. She picked up a relatively large box for a Magic Wand vibrator.
"I could definitely use this to make you cum in your cage. Would you like that?"
"Yes," the truth spurted out of my mouth. She smiled mischievously at me, clearly enjoying me telling her things I would've otherwise kept secret. Finally, she led me to the checkout counter. Destiny cocked her head at a display of skinny leather collars next to the register. She fished out one that said SLUT in pink sparkly letters.
"You're going to wear this for me," she said and added it to her purchases. There was that phrase again. It ensured that I would, in fact, wear that collar whether I wanted to or not --for her.
"Put it on now and don't take it off except to shower," she said, handing me the collar on the way back to the car. "Afterwards, you put it right back on again. Got it?"
"I understand," I said, feeling my brain accept the reality that I would do exactly as she instructed. I wrapped it around my neck and fastened the buckle. A metal loop intended for a leash and SLUT facing forward.
"You're my slut now. And you'll refer to yourself in third person as 'Slut'. Understand?"
"Slut understands," my voice said for me as my mind spun. Once again, my thoughts swirled as I became the thing she had spoken. I wasn't Ty anymore. I was Slut --Destiny's Slut. That identity currently consisted of wearing my collar and identifying myself in third person as this new identity. I wondered what else it would entail later.
"Good. The next place we're going to is a nightclub for a few drinks," she said. She drove us two blocks away to a relatively small inconspicuous building. A simple sign reading The Cameo was hung over the front entrance.
"What kind of place is this?" I asked.
"I've been going here for years. It's not a gay night club per se but they're..open minded," Destiny replied.
We walked through the plain metal doors into a dark room, lit only by dance floor lights in one corner and dimly lit bar in another. A few tables and chairs filled the space between. Destiny and I sat at the bar.
"What's up D? What can I get you and your friend tonight?" The bartender said.
"I'll have a cosmo. My Slut will have a shot of vodka," she said. My face was flush once again. The bartender grinned at both of us and got to work on Destiny's drink.
"Is it such a good idea for..Slut.. to drink while taking your drug?" I asked. Every time that I automatically referred to myself that way, I truly believed that's who I was just a little more.
"Well that's what I'm figuring out. Just one shot to see if alcohol affects your suggestibility. Now, be a good Slut and go put on your cage in the bathroom. You'll take your shot when you get back," she said, pulled the package from her bag, and handed it to me. I dutifully walked toward a single-user restroom across the room past the dance floor. I tried to hide the package from view, fearing someone would see what it was. I didn't see anyone looking. This seemed to be a place where people minded their own business.
Once I made it to the bathroom, I unzipped my jeans and lowered my underwear. Looking at my dick as it was now, fully soft and shriveled, I was positive the cage would fit. I pulled out the cage pieces from the box with some instructions, throwing the box away afterwards. Following the instructions, I slid a ring over my shaft and balls. The cold metal offset the surge of excitement that came with touching myself and the thrill of knowing I was locking myself up for Destiny. I then curved my pliable dick downward into the shape of the second piece and pushed the pieces together, lining up the locking pins to the corresponding holes in the first piece. Satisfied with the placement of everything, I closed the locking mechanism with one of two keys that were included. Pulling my underwear and pants back up, I was surprised that there was no visible bulge. The small size of the cage and my fairly tiny balls seemed to take care of that.
With the keys in hand, I walked back across the room to where Destiny was sitting. My weightier and newly consolidated bulk bounced slightly in my pants as I walked. The feeling aroused me but the snug cage discouraged an erection. I noticed Destiny was talking and laughing with a guy in a crop top which teased his toned abs. I sat down on the other side of her and awaited her attention.
"Take your shot," she said bluntly, turning around briefly to take the cage keys from me and then back to her conversation. I obeyed and swallowed the shot of vodka as it burned my throat. It was only a few minutes before I felt tipsy. I admired her smile as she continued talking to this man and her hair as it flowed nicely down her shoulder.
"Shawn and I are going to go dance. Watch my bag, Slut," she ordered. I automatically stared intently at her bag, my mind taking her words literally. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her look over Shawn's shoulder and giggle at me. I wasn't sure how much time passed before they came back. The bartender asked me at one point if I wanted anything and without looking away I said no. I was ashamed to be acting so strangely in public but I couldn't stop myself.
"Look at me," Destiny said after they returned, breaking me of my trance on her bag. "How are you feeling?"
"Tipsy," my voice came. I almost fell into another trance in her penetrating eyes.
"Good. Now try and walk a straight line over here," she ordered. I obeyed and started to walk forward the way she had asked but after a few steps, lost my balance and stumbled.
"Good," she said again, "Now give Shawn here a kiss."
Without hesitation, I walked closer to Shawn and leaned in to press my lips to his. He caught the back of my head and slipped his tongue in my mouth. We kept exchanging tongues until Destiny told me to stop. I was breathing heavy and my cage was feeling tight but not painful yet.
"Very good," she said and gave Shawn a short kiss of her own. Shawn beamed at me, his eyes practically sparkling.
"Shawn is a longtime fuck buddy of mine," Destiny explained. "He's pansexual though, so he wants a variety of experiences. So, being the slut you are, I thought I'd share your..services sometime. What do you think Shawn?"
