Exchanging numbers

When their eyes met they both froze for a moment. Ellie's heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel its rhythm in her cock as blood rushed there, trying desperately make it erect. Ellie could feel a glimmer of lust in Kassidy's eyes too.

The moment passed and Kassidy quickly got to her feet. "I think it's really cute that we have matching cages," she said with a giggle. "I have a fun idea if you're interested."

"O-okay," Ellie said, still a little dazed from the experience.

"What if we um...what if we take a picture together of our cages to show my daddy? Just waist-down, no faces."

Ellie's eyes went wide. Her...daddy? Presumably an older, dominant boyfriend. And she wanted to show him Ellie's caged cock? Oh god, that's hot. Her heart rate was increasing further. She could feel her chest turning red.

After a couple of beats of silence from Ellie, Kassidy rushed to reassure her. "We don't have to! Just a silly thought."

"No that sounds fun!" Ellie blurted out. "I'm down."

They stood next to each other, Kassidy barely taller than Ellie's shoulder. Kassidy took out her phone, in a glittery pink case, and lifted her skirt. Ellie could immediately see her pink cage, a size smaller than her own; Kassidy wasn't wearing panties. Ellie gulped, and her cock twitched again.

There was just a moment of silence while Kassidy lined up a shot, but it was long enough for Ellie to feel awkward. "So..." she said hesitantly, "do...you wear that often?"

"Yep, just about every day - I pretty much never leave the house without wearing my cage and plug." She snapped a couple of photos of their crotches, then started composing a text.

Oh god. A cage and plug...every day? Her spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a nudge on the arm.

"What's your phone number, honey? I want to send you this."

Ellie answered robotically, currently hyperaware of every sensation in her body. Especially her cock - it ached, but a pleasant, dull ache, and certainly an improvement over the distraction and anxiety her constant public erections had been causing her this week.

"Sent! It's really cute, I'll have to let you know what my daddy says in reply. Let's get you checked out, shall we?"

Ellie was in a bubbly haze the rest of the interaction. She vaguely remembered Kassidy giving her the friends and family discount with a wink, and a suggestive invitation to come back to the shop anytime, and then she was out the door, then sitting shocked in her car, then silently driving home.

After getting home, lying on her bed staring at the photo of their crotches and hips and thighs, naked except for their matching cages, and wanting desperately to masturbate, Ellie made the decision to get the hell out of the house. She knew she probably wasn't attentive enough to drive anymore, so she walked over to the neighborhood park to sit on a bench.

She looked at the photo again and finally wrote a reply. thank you!! you're right, this is so cute. and thank you for all your help today!!

She scrolled through Instagram while she nervously awaited a response. It wasn't long. you're very welcome babe! glad it was such a good experience. hope to see you again soon <3

Just a minute or two later, another message came through. one more just for you <3, it read, and there was a photo attached: it was Kassidy, from behind, taken in a full-length mirror in what appeared to be a public restroom. Kassidy was bent over at the waist, her face and phone peeking around the side. Bent over as she was, her skirt had ridden up, and in full view in the center of the photo were both her pink cage and a pink-jeweled buttplug.