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Chapter 2 by bigrod91 bigrod91

How big are you?

Tiny

You reveal your cock to the receptionist. It's only 2 and a half inches when erect, and barely an inch when flaccid! You catch the receptionist smirking at the sight of your small penis, and start to blush.

"Are you staying by yourself or with a partner?" the receptionist asks, finally taking her eyes off your cock.

"Just me," you reply.

"No surprise there," the receptionist mutters under her breath. You pretend to not hear.

"Put your clothes in here," she says, handing you a plastic container. "I need your name as well."

"John," you tell her, placing your clothes in the bin. The receptionist notices you still have your phone and wallet in your hands.

"Oh, you don't need those," she says with a laugh. "Everything here is included, and no phones just in case you tried to take pictures," she explains. Reluctantly, you surrender the last of your belongings and put them in the container. She takes the bin from you, writes your name and a number on it, and sets it on a table behind her.

"Lastly, we just need to get your cage! Do you know your measurements?" the receptionist asks with a giggle.

"Cage?" you ask, having no idea what she is talking about.

"Chastity cages. They're required for everyone who isn't here with a partner." You are in shock, but have ****.

"2 inches, soft," you mumble.

"I think a one inch cage will do!" she says, peering down at your cock. "I see you're already shaved, so we don't have to take care of that." She opens a drawer on her desk, takes a tiny metal cage out of it, and hands it to you. You slip it on over your cock, and it locks itself. You blush, realizing how exposed you are with just this on.

"Step over here, John," the receptionist instructs, pointing to a spot against the wall. You comply, and she pulls out a camera.

"This will be used to help unlock you room," she explains before you can protest. She snaps a shot of your body, and closeups of your face and caged cock. When she is finished, she hands you a pair of flip flops, tells you that you are free to go, and unlocks the door using a button on her desk. You walk down the hall, intending to go to your room, but realize there is still some time left in the day.

What's next?

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