Friday
Night Shopping
Georgia thought that
Carter would deliberately forget to put the address into her GPS system so she went out early to check. But much to her surprise, he had done exactly as he was told. She checked to see how long it would take to
get there and then allowed a half hour extra for evening traffic. She figured if she did get there early she
might have a chance to talk with the clerk or salesperson and set them up to
help humiliate her husband a little bit.
Traffic was nowhere
near as bad as she imagined and so she arrived 40 minutes early instead of
30. She was a little surprised that the
location was not just some run of the mill adult bookstore that sold
novelties. But this was not the
case. The sign in the window said
"Leather and Lace, restraints and bondage gear," and looked like a
fairly upscale establishment. Georgia
made her way to the door and carefully stepped inside. She saw racks lining the walls with all kind
of bondage equipment, whips, paddles and metal rings. She was slowly making her way around the room
admiring some of the toys when she heard a voice from behind.
"May I help you,
madam? I own this establishment. My name is Charles."
"Yes, Charles,
my name is Georgia. I am meeting my
husband here to have him fitted for a chastity device and I was just admiring
your leather work. You are a real
artist."
"Are you a
connoisseur of leather goods, ma-am?"
"No, not at all. In fact,
I am quite new to the whole idea of dominance and discipline. I do have a cheap riding crop that I got a
chance to use last night but it is nothing like your whips. But why don't you tell me a little about male
chastity. I imagine there are a variety
of different types and sizes."
"You bet but I
only carry the best. A lot of wives,
just want to play with the idea and they go and get a cheap plastic model,
which their husband's just slip right out
of when they aren't looking. Is that the
kind of thing you are looking for?"
"Absolutely
not. My husband may have that in his
mind but I want something that is impossible for him to remove unless I open
the lock. And he doesn't know it yet but
I am not going to unlock it very often.
And I have to tell you, he has a really small penis so I hope you have
something small enough."
"That will not
be a problem. Occasionally I get a
mother in here that wants something for her young son, so I have to keep extra
small sizes on hand."
"Wow, I had no
idea. If I had children perhaps I would
be thinking the same thing. Tell me
about the different types and how they work."
"Well, most of
them all work on the same principle.
They have a large wide ring that goes behind the cock and balls. It has rods sticking out towards the
front. Then either a system of joined
rings attach to that or a metal tube that is bent so that the male has to sit
down to urinate. I like the tube idea
better than the rings and the tubes come with or without spikes."
"Ooh I love the
sound of spikes, tell me more?"
"The tube is
just a little bigger around than his cock when it is completely flaccid and
just slightly longer. The tip is covered
with little short needles that do not touch him when he is flaccid. But as soon as he starts to get erect his
cock expands and lengthens and the needles bite into his tender flesh. This is ideal for training him not to get an
erection or to punish him if he does."
"And how does it
lock on him?"
"Some have small
padlocks but they are not as secure as you might like. Anyone with a set of bolt cutter could snip
the lock and take the device off. However, my best model has the lock built into
the base. The outer ring actually fits
over the inner ring and when the key is turned spokes come out and secure the
rings together. There is no way to
remove it without a key. It comes with
two keys so one of them should be put where it can never be lost, perhaps in a
bank vault. The other can be hung around
your neck to taunt him with if you so choose."
"Oh look, here
he is now. How long will it take to get
him fitted?"
"Not long. First I will measure him when he is hard and
then when he is soft and put the correct size device on him."
Carter came up and
Georgia introduced him to the shop owner.
"Charles this is Carter my husband slave."
Charles did not shake
Carter's hand. He just motioned for
Carter to follow him into the back. But
Carter just stood there looking at his wife.
"Come now, other customers may be entering at any time and I don't
want to spend all night with you."
"Yes, well you
can spend as much time as you want with your other customers. I have decided not to go through with this
lunacy."
"You have have you?" Georgia asked with venom in her voice. She edged closer to her husband so that she
could reach out and touch him.
Carter cringed a
little as he saw the look on her face but he refused to look down or away. He had spent the better part of the day
agonizing over this decision and he could not back down now. "I lost my mind for a little while last
night but now I understand what it would mean for me to allow you to put me in
chastity. Once that lock goes on, I
would be totally at your mercy and from what I have seen you don't have too
much mercy."
Georgia reached out
slowly and put her hands on each side of his face as if to give him a gentle
caress. Then quicker than a snake, she drew her right hand back and
delivered a hard slap to the left side of his face. Because the other hand was still in position
his head could not move to the side with the blow and he saw stars in his
vision for a few seconds. And then
another slap landed harder than the first.
Carter finally got his hands up to protect his face but Georgia was already
walking towards the door. Carter hung
his head in shame and humiliation as the shopkeeper stood looking at him.
"You really
fucked that up didn't you wimp?"
As Charles started to
walk away, Carter shot back to him.
"What do you know about it?
Sure you make these torture devices but do you wear one?"
Charles stopped and
turned back towards him. "If I had
a woman even half as hot as Georgia, I would gladly lock myself in chastity for
the rest of my life just to be able to worship her boots. Doing what you are told is the only way that
you can be close to that woman. Is an
orgasm worth not being able to serve her?
Ah, hell, I can see you don't get it.
Get the fuck out of my store. I
can't stand the sight of you."
And so with his head
hung down, Carter did as the man directed.
Carter knew that the man was right.
No matter how afraid he was of becoming under the total control of his
wife, he knew it was what he wanted more than anything else in the world. But he just could not willingly walk into
that trap. If Georgia really wanted him
as her slave she would have to capture and enslave him without his willing
cooperation.
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