Shopping for a new cage

Seven days, a whole week, has passed since your poor performance. And you've felt every single, solitary second of it tick by. The constant ach of your ever more full balls won't let you forget for a moment that your orgasms are no longer your own. Nor will Carrie. She's taken to dressing more and more provocatively with each passing day.

When she came home last night, after you dutifully took her leather coat from her, you thought it was a little odd that she was wearing a baggy tshirt underneath. That was until she pulled it off to reveal a black form fitting corset. You were instantly drooling and your package strained in its prison. But she made no mention of it and instead leaned back in YOUR chair, legs tightly crossed, and talked about work while you prepared her favorite meal for dinner. You tossed and turned all night long!

Today, Saturday, you find yourself driving out to an obscure little shop on the outskirts of town to meet up with her. You know from a quick google search that it's a sex-toy shop. You can tell from the look of the building that it isn't one of those little fru-fru ones that all the urban housewives go to, though. It's a discreet looking building, with a small display window of handcuffs and leather whips beside the door and a simple sign overhead.

"Hey babe," she calls to you as you're stepping out of your car.

You're grateful that she doesn't call you 'Chasty' in public.

Today she's wearing a white blouse with a black skirt that doesn't quite make it down to her knees and a pair of matching black heels. Tasteful but to someone as horny as you, she might as well be naked. And besides that, you can just make out the outline of that corset underneath.

A little bell jingles as she leads you in. Inside, the smell of leather and latex mixes with the aroma of lavender candles. It's a more spacious building than it looked like from the outside, with numerous isles stocked with outfits, harnesses, whips, canes, and other far more obscure items. Based on everything you've come to know about your girlfriend, this seems like exactly the sort of place she'd frequent. And as a matter of fact...

"Carrie!" an asian woman calls and comes sprinting over to hug your girlfriend.

She's a few inches shorter than Carrie, with a thin waist, long pink and purple pigtails, and what look to be C-cup breasts which her leather bustier struggles valiantly to keep contained.

"Jezebel! Hey!" she declares and hugs her back.

"So, this is the new boyfriend you've been telling me all about?" Jezebel says and gives you a quick little hug too.

The feel of her pert asian titties against you is all it take to make your caged manhood stir.

"Watch out. He hasn't been allowed to cum in weeks. He's very... excitable," Carrie says to your horror.

Immediately you turn a deep shade of red.

"What's wrong, baby," she asks.

"I didn't know you were going to tell everybody," you say in a hushed voice.

"It's not like I'm broadcasting it to the world. Jezebel is a good friend. I'm sure you told all your friends about it the first time you fucked me up my ass," she says.

"Well yeah, but this is different," you protest, impotently.

"Okay, I tell you what Chasty. What if I promise only to tell people who are really sexy..." she waved her hand at Jezebel, game show host style. "...Who are totally trustworthy, who might also want to tease you?"

The thought of Carrie AND this little asian hotty teasing your cock causes it to strain so hard in it's cage that you involuntarily whimper.

"I'll take that as a sign of approval," Carrie says.

"So, what brings you two here today? I mean, other than to show off your new chasty boy to little ol' single me," Jezebel asked.

It's only now that you realize that you don't actually know why you're here either.

"You're such a drama queen, Jezebel. Anyway, we are here to look at some cages. The one he has is WAY too big," your girlfriend says.

"Hah! Isn't that always the case? Come over here. We just got some new, really nice ones in. I haven't even had time to put them out yet," Jezebel says, motioning for the two of you to follow her.

She leads you back to a storage room where she begins to open boxes and put different cages onto a table. Carrie immediately picks two up and shows them to you. The look on her face is that of absolute excitement.

"Oh my gosh! Look at these. They're beautiful. It has to be one of these two," she says.

Looking down, in her left hand you're shocked by just how much smaller the cage is than your own. Runic designs decorate the chrome surface except where it says "OWNED" across the top. In her right hand, you're even more horrified by what you see. It's a solid black cage, somewhat bigger than the one you're currently wearing, but with small spikes along the inside!

"Here! You pick, Chasty," she says.